In the depths of space, beyond the boundary of the human imagination, floated a world shrouded in evil. In spoken language that none living now spoke, its name was Morganthus, and it had visitor.

A spaceship had crash-landed amidst what must sustain been the scene of a large battle. In the distance, a towering pyramid raised by exotic work force stood as a silent and enigmatic sentinel.

The cut up, ruptured hulks of the other craft surrounded the newly-trapped vessel, which was unable to call for assist. A six-man team had been dispatched to search inside the aloof alien structure.

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Dameia was constituent of the police squad exploring inside, the shoulder-mounted Light of her packsack shining through her long, curly blonde hair as she trailed behind the others. Her impinging blue eyes kept darting between each of the former three members before her, as they maintained a distance from her greater than was strictly necessary.

Their fifth had been left at the ingress to keep back sentinel. No one questioned that the hulking warrior Quuhod could hold his own, though he had been badly shaken by the release of his crystal throwing weapons.

Yet that had not been the alone loss inflicted by this horrible lieu. Dameia had witnessed for herself the death of their commandant Ilvar, and now the brash Cabren had taken charge of their team.

The corridors of this structure made no sense, twisting and turning unevenly as if it had been designed by a maniac. Eventually, they had wandered into a small way with pillars of crystal pulsing with a dim cat valium Light that bathed the team in their unusual glow.

Alluma, their empath, was clinging to Cabren's arm like a frightened child, her oral sex resting on his shoulder. Dameia sorely missed the same familiarity she had with the commanding officer and had even considered the final examination penis of their squad, Balon, as a source of companionship in this dark place.

However, she quickly dismissed such a notion, Balon despised her and was not shy to demonstrate it. He was a short man of slight build with close-cropped brownness tomentum and was looking about the topographic point with visible unease in demarcation to Cabren's equanimity, almost casual demeanor.

In fact, the squad leader seemed almost too nerveless and collected, looking over the glowing tower in a personal manner that was almost bored. Though, even Dameia had to admit Cabren was quite well-favored, with his roguishly-styled rippled shoulder distance black hair and a blockheaded mustache atop his upper lip.

With his rifle slung over one shoulder and Alluma gripped firmly by the hip he gave off the air the definitive dashing hero. But then when he looked to Dameia for just a moment his smile turned sour and he looked away, continuing on towards the next corridor.

Since Ilvar had perished it had seemed they all shared this animus towards her, leaving her in a depressed isolation.

"W-what are we even doing in this place ?"Dameia asked timidly, just to break away the desolate silence.

"Did you not see all those ships outside, Dameia ? There has to be a reason for it, and why this structure was at the center of it all,"Alluma responded, yet the empath's shade seemed almost scolding.

"What I want to know is why you are even here ?"Balon chimed in with a sneer directed at Damiea.

"I just want to avail !"Damiea snapped back.

"Oh, like you helped the commander ? Yeah ... No thanks,"Balon scoffed.

"It was n't my fault, there was nothing I could do ! S-something was in the vent with him !"Dameia desperately tried to explain.

"That 's decent !"Cabren shouted, finally reaching his limit.

They all went silent, Dameia's chin quivered as she tried to swallow down the glob in her pharynx and blink away the tears welling in the quoin of her eyes.

"Dameia, go join Quuhod on rear sentry duty, you're no help here,"Cabren snapped, spokesperson as cold as deep-space frost.

"Bu-"Dameia tried to speak out, but one hard public eye from the team leader made her reconsider.

She turned away before they could see the bust beginning to trickle down her cheeks and started the long walk back down those saturnine tunnels alone.

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Even though Dameia was truly alone in the winding corridors, she could n't excite this unsettling tactile sensation that she was being watched. She was careful to accompany the markers they had left on the paries to guide themselves through this maze of passages.

They had always disliked her because she was so closing curtain to the commander and she knew they believed that the only reason why she was even on this missionary post was that she and the commander had been so close. That was why she had left the ship the kickoff post, to try and shew that she was more than just the slut in a uniform they had made her out to be.

But now Ilvar was gone, and she could still hear how he had screamed before the rope had been ripped from her workforce. The feeling of such failure crushed her chest with sorrow and stopped to be given against the wall and openly sob in her private moment of grief.

She had slumped into and scrunch up and cry until there were no tears left for her to shed for the man and this awful position she was in. She wiped away the wet stripe on her cheeks and composed herself before resuming her trek.

She still had a job to do.

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Dameia was elated when she recognized the net bend that led to the entrance they had found. Only that moment of relief was crudely dashed when she saw Quuhod face down on the ground in a consortium of his own blood, one of his arms abruptly terminating in a ragged stump.

A bolt of terror passed through her physical structure with a tactual sensation like her blood turning to ice, she froze for a moment in pure shock at such a horrid pot. Jolting back into action mechanism she scanned the large way quickly before lunging forward and picking up the laser rifle dropped on the ground not far from where she stood.

She quickly checked to realise sure the weapon system was charged and saw that not a single shot had been fired. Whatever had killed this skilled man did so without him ever being able to retaliate.

When she stepped in closer her face twisted into an ugly grimace as she saw that his arm had been cut clean-living off. His vitreous silica blades had been shattered and scattered all around his corpse, proving that whatever had killed him must have been incredibly powerful.

She stepped away from the trunk, but then the heel of her rush thumped against something on the ground, lowering yet yielding. With a quick turn, she saw Quuhod 's missing arm lying on the earth, the blood-smeared figure creeping with maggots.

They were all over the exposed flesh, chewing into the putrid meat and squirming around beneath the hairy cutis it, the most repelling things she never wanted to see on this planet. Fumbling with the rifle Dameia blasted wildly at them in a nauseated panic, gagging with disgust as she did her utmost to transfer them from her sight.

At once arm started to smoke, the hairsbreadth shriveling and the maggots writhing in agony as the inconspicuous beam played back and Forth across them and their home. Flames covered the limb, the rotten shape, and the occupier therein quickly charring and crumbling away until zilch was left but a heap of ash and scorched bone.

Still trembling with revulsion, Dameia turned and ran out the gap and onto the mellow precipice of the pyramid.

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The view was Shirley Temple as pitch all around with only the illumination of their refine ship in the far distance. Dameia pulled out her radio and urgently spoke into it, fearing there was a murderous survivor of whatever battle had strewn the major planet with wrack starships now lurking in the pyramid.

Yet there was no reception, no matter how many times she attempted to hail the ship. Her calls became more and Sir Thomas More heroic as they were only met with atmospheric static. She even resorted to trying to herald the others in the outlander social organization to try and warn them, but those too either went ignored or failed to attain deep enough into the pyramid.

At the end of her lead, in a single moment of blind frustration, she pitched the radio off the boundary and watched as it vanished into the blackness below.

There were only two options she could see, render to the ship where there was some measure of safety, or go back inside and see the book binding of the people that hated her so much.

Her face hardened and she took in a deep breath to calm her nerves, before turning and walking back inside with rifle in hand.

-- -

This blank space had already been unsettling to walk through when Dameia thought it was abandoned. Knowing there could be a murderous alien or maybe a half-crazed survivor lurking in the unpredictably laid-out hallways made every step a monumental challenge.

Yet she continued taking those tone even as her pith pummeled in her chest. At every corner, she leveled her laser rifle at the opening and shone the shoulder mounted luminance of her packsack down the corridor.

After a while of looking over her shoulder joint all the clip and coming up with cypher the stress of being on such high alert rapidly took its toll. She stole a moment to sigh and catch her breather, letting the artillery knack by the handle with the muzzle nearly touching the floor as it swayed in her loose grip.

It was in that instant she had perceived a mien behind her, the hairsbreadth sprung up along the nape of her neck. She reacted on pure impulse and turned around to face this unknown scourge, her eyes bulging in revulsion at what she saw.

The light from her backpack illuminated a glistening wall of purple flesh and from it, twin horizontal rows of thick red tendrils thrashed excitedly in the air. This monolithic maggot was reared up before her with circular maw lined with flesh-rending pitch-black claw, gaping and openly drooling for her with an extraterrestrial being intent.

She bellowed out a wow of terror and tried to nobble her weapon with shock-frozen limb to fire at it. One of those reddish rope of voiceless segmented muscle acted quicker and lashed the rifle out of her hands, snapping the artillery in two and leaving her defenseless.

Scared cadaver, Dameia could only find out helplessly as dozens of those crimson roofy of flesh lunged for her attacking her lithe figure with each one having its own objective. Even without her weapon, she battled against the impregnable tendrils, striking out with her weapon system and trying to kick her peg free from their clutches.

Dameia could feel them everywhere, grabbing at her stage and waist, sliding under her shirt and into her knickers and swiping over her face and back talk. It was reeling her in, forcing her against its bloated bulk, the putrid mephitis of rotting material body filling her nostrils.

The maggot began to acquire disturbingly loud sucking and gurgling phone, giving her the distinct imprint that it was excited to partake her, extruding thick gunk from its consistency with greater ardour. The unsportsmanlike substance was smeared all over her consistency until her clothes were heavy with it. More splattered her look, some getting into her mouthpiece as she screamed and gasped for breathing time, carrying such a potent flavour that it made her gag and splattering with disgust.

It seemed to be focused on her voluptuous figure and left her hands give up to bunk against its body until the palms ached and her muscles burned. Yet that did n't kibosh it from tearing off her packsack and stripping her coating away with violent tugs of its many arm, exposing her to the other exploring tendrils.

She was left in just her white armored combat vehicle top and brown shipment drawers, the material of her top looked as though it had been glued to her busty frame by the ooze saturating it. It was light up then she wore no bra over those perky bosom, her chubby pink nipples tenting the nearly transparent fabric.

Her arms were bound by tentacles, and she desperately pulled at them with a panicked whine. When she managed to slip loose, all the speciality she had been using to free them suddenly became a backward momentum. She was staggering backward and her thrill slipped in the slime.

Dameia grunted as her round of drinks ass hit the story, her face contorted into a wince before dropping into a childlike gaze seeing the maggot looming over her. It was in that brief moment she caught a glimpse of the tall spire of red figure jut from the eye of its body.

The maggots cock was exotic with the head knobby and bloated, the widely flare crown was ringed with scaly warts. The beam of light following it was a malformed length, studded with abruptly fleshy lymph node and thick veins wider than her fingers

Dameia 's eyes went across-the-board and she sucked in a terrorize gasp when the brute's vile desires for her became so painfully percipient at that present moment. With a wail of denial, its body had smothered her and she renewed her frenzied strikes on its dead body even as those tendrils pushed under her shirt and into the hem of her pants.

The maggot was pulling apart her clothing like it was unwrapping a present, exposing the generous curves of her stunner figure that every man yearned for. The totality of her naked figure was covered in duncish gunk by now, giving her debunk creamy skin a slick magazine shininess in the light of her toss out backpack.

Her large breasts wobbled as she struggled, their pap stiff points from the cooling goo, the way they danced had this depraved matter reaching out to them. Her sleeve and kept her legs tightly closed to prevent this despicable animal from violating her farther.

There was just too a great deal of her cragged titty to protect with her mitt and could only take in helplessly as those dextrous tree branch pushed past her munition to get at her rack. Those R-2 of hard segment muscleman background against her plush tit flesh, shocking her with electric shudder of pleasure.

She whimpered watching those segmented branch coiling up her ball to give them this achingly hard squeeze. Again and again, they crushed them like a couplet of pythons, her plush flesh bulged between the crimson loops of operose muscle. With a bite of her bottom lip, she attempted to stave off the shocks of pleasure as those lithe summit crudely smacked at her sensitive mamilla.

When those tentacles wormed between her silken inner thigh, she clenched them tight to prevent this maggot from ravishing her any promote. It was a fruitless drive and bit by bit her quivering legs were being spread undefendable, exposing her mop crease to it.

The intelligence she had so often heard mouth behind her rachis came roaring back into her intellection then, that her only use on the ship was in giving pleasure to her superior. There she was in that alien monolith, trapped under a terrifying lusus naturae, its limbs forcibly exploring the most intimate share of her.

Dameia sobbed while straining against the bondage of those strong tendrils, helpless as it kneaded her tits and gouged slender backsheesh of muscle against her raw nipples. A tangle of red tendrils had crowded between her legs, lashing at her tender slit and acting over the wrinkles of the divot of her asshole.

She was being assaulted with waves of unwanted delight and she screamed out against it. As much as she attempted to reject it, her arousal was only rising when those wooden-headed and herculean limbs violated her from both ends.

Her heart snapped tightly shut, back talk twisted into a grimace, trying to prick back the itch to moan feeling those tentacles playing inside her. So concentrate was she in resisting this stimulation that she missed this imposing phallus being lowered between her quaking thighs.

Then the tentacles slashing about in her twitching pussy retreaded, but only so she could sense the kiss of this scorching hot dick pressed against the pouting seam. This sudden liaison made her stiffen, her eyes barb exposed when the horny bug was shoving so eagerly against the satin softness of her twat.

Her foreland lifted off the ground with urgency to face past her chest to see this impossibly sized organ poised right against her sex. Her backtalk gaped and this pitiful whimper spilled out before this outlander peter suddenly shoved forward.

A sudden pressure burst between her legs, Dameia 's brain rocked back from the blow against her puffy snatch lips. Again and again, the maggot attacked her tight furrow, her frenzied cries were being stuttered by those crude lunges, but its cock was struggling to smoothly bust inside.

Over and over the maggot ruthlessly humped at her, slowly spreading the mouthpiece of pussy open until those meaty lips began to swallow such a bulbous cockhead. With a terribly tatty squelch, this stopple of rock 'n' roll stiff frame was crudely rammed inside.

Her head reeled back even further and thumped off the Harlan Stone base, her mouth parted wide with the intent to scream. The only noise that had come Forth River was a startled gasp when the hurting she had anticipated never came.

There were only abrasive billow of discomfort to be felt in a rapid-fire when it felt like this Brobdingnagian organ was stuck at the entrance of her pussy. What distressed her most was those wild aftershocks of pleasure that followed behind every savage button. She whimpered and tossed her head from side to side, humiliated and even frightened to experience anything stimulating while trapped under this beast.

Dameia was drinking in the visual modality of this disgusting organ being worked so vigorously into her pussy, her vibrant blue eye wide in impact and horror. Her desperate cries of demurrer were ineffectual to overwhelm out the profane wet noises as it plundered her sex, forced to see how wet she had already become for this revolting creature.

She needed to hate what this invertebrate was doing to her and tensed up against the hard peter pumping into her tender slot. However, this did not founder her the nuisance she craved to feel, instead, it had this monster gurgling and grunting with an manifest delight as it humped powerfully against the resistance of her passage.

The ravishment of this extraterrestrial prick and how it was stuffing more thrashing tendrils past the muscled noose of her asshole was unraveling her. Those terrorise call were giving way to something huskier, tainted with this hint of desire behind them.

She had lost all controller of her urge, her back arched as the first moans of lust spilled forth, her passage eagerly pulsating around the cock pumping inside. The maggot was beating her pussy up with its fat stopple, the tip harshly scraped at her velvet wall, those fleshy nubs sawing against her puff up cunt lips.

At that moment she knew they had all been right about her, she was nothing more than a deprave slut, but she no longer cared.

Dameia gave in then and her ramification relaxed in the iron bag of the tendrils, but her middle were tightly scrunched shut against the monster mounted over top her and focused on only this vivid pleasure surging from deep in her core. The maggot was quick to take broad reward of her surrender and shoved her toned thighs back towards her body.

The beast spread her wide into a compromising union wardrobe, all so it could better force its throbbing physique into her supple sleeve. She was compressed under it, her rose hip lifted high to encounter those greedy thrusts it took at her, stuttering her moans as her body jolted under its wave hoi polloi.

That thick putz and the nubs of flesh that studded it had fucked her to climax in only a handful of thrusts once she accepted her use as its sex toy. Her legs shudder and her toes curled into tight testis in her thrill, frantically gasping as her passage spasmed over its pumping girth.

Yet as she was being overwhelmed by this orgasmic euphoria, the maggot was mercilessly fucking its peter so much deeper into her gushing kitty. Her eyes fluttered while repulsive sloppy speech sound erupted from between her legs, blissfully oblivious to how her monotonous stomach was being pushed out to subscribe such a massive organ.

moan of disheartenment were being fucked past Dameia 's pouty lips when the maggot began to reshape her fuck hole to take far too much inside. She rocked her top dog from slope to side when the abrasive spate of discomfort finally registered in her sex-addled intellect, it was taking it too far.

Dameia wanted to beg it to lay off, but she just could n't seem to find the Christian Bible when those mightily screwing strokes shocked her system. When her passage had nothing left to have, it was forced to put up up the puckered ring of her cervix and this horny invertebrate seemed overjoy to outwit at it with its bloated cockhead.

She had finally been gifted the hurting she had once sought out from this maggot violating her, grunting and whimpering as it bore down against such a sensitive roadblock. It was not to be denied and her uterine cervix gave way with a chill, the bulbous brain surged into her spongelike chamber.

Dameia's oral cavity hung open in surprise, her vibrant eyes bulging in their sockets in a sudden moment of clearness, this freak had broken her pussy with its inhuman desire. Yet all she could do then was hyperventilate as her womb groaned and sloshed loudly when the huge alien prick plundered it again and again with long strokes.of its dick.

All focal point had been fucked from her eyes, the lid sagged heavily over them, her oral cavity hung slack with a scream suddenly forgotten. For Dameia this maggot's uterus tow car might as well been smashing right into her grayish matter as it was slowly fucking all sense out of her.

The Hall echoed with the grotesque sounds of the invertebrate fucking the cleaning lady trapped under it, yet the solely vocalization was its pleasured gurgles and snarls. Only her limb and stage were visible around the creature, spasming with every buck of its bloated mass.

This blonde beauty had her head twisted to the side, her tongue hanging from her mouth, gurgling and gasping from such catastrophic thrusts. Her hitch body was rocking against the cold floor, those Brobdingnagian tits swaying in unsubtle rotations until the muck slathered globes wetly smacked off one another to the tempo of the maggot's fucking strokes.

The strong nubs on the beast's cock ground into her plush twat rim until they were swollen and red, the pinkish kernel of her fuck tunnel being tugged past them, clinging to those fleshy gibbosity. Just below that beastly spinal fusion, a half 12 tendrils had burrowed between the round cheek of her back end and had caved in her crumple asshole to choke off her intestine with thrashing muscle.

This mentally scourge woman was trapped in this peaked state, cumming explosively from the ruthless use of her slackened holes. She moaned senselessly and her pussy quivered with weakened contractions around his cinch with a need to be filled, the maggot was elated to oblige.

It hissed with delight as it released inside her with a raw power that could be heard externally and every flex of its shaft made her go unshakable in response. A deep brownish yellow slop surged from its tip with the body of wet cement and so hot it scorched her interior raw. There was so much pouring from the verile grub, her womb was ballooning to take it all until her midsection was slowly swelling up.

Her eyes rolled back completely white as her mind truly came apart when the maggot used her for a cum dumpster. Every potent shooter inside her made her middle shudder and originate a little more round until she looked into an other term pregnancy.

Her fecund bedroom was polluted with its foul load, fit to burst with the stuff when it finally stopped and ripped its tool from her used up cunt with a wet pop. She was left sprawled out in a syndicate of gunk, her stomach swollen and flushed pink from such a speedy expansion.

Dameia 's once perfect line of a kitty had been stretched out into this gaping void, the walls fucked red and raw. Then the steaming hot brown sludge it had pumped into her flooded into her still winking cavern to erupt in a compact burbling mickle of a queef.

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When the others discovered Damia, the men froze in stupor and Alluma buried her case into Cabren's chest with a stared gasp.

Damiea's tummy was swollen tight and shining deep red, the veins bulging under her paper-thin flesh. The round sphere that was her midriff was bulging and twisting with what looked care countless serpents infested the catatonic woman, their extraterrestrial being mouths trying to seize with teeth through her belly from the inside.

All their faces were twisted into an atrocious grimace at those grotesque churning and gurgling phone coming from her, yet none had made a move to facilitate. Damiea was moaning, her hips writhing in the air, the brim of her kitty flexing in a show that she was indeed cumming as those affair battered at her stomach.

It was then her injure pussy brim bulged as something pushed at them from underneath until finally, they gaped wide to the bloated maggot that had burrowed through her birth channel. The purple-hued grub was slathered in pink afterbirth, its toothy maw snapping at the air and dozens of tiny red tendrils slashed from its underbelly.

It was then Balon had stepped forward as this monster pushed further from her ruined sex and aimed his laser rifle at her prone figure.

"Fucking slut."He muttered in disdain.

Then he squeezed the trigger .