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

A spaceship had crash-landed amidst what must have been the picture of a large battle. In the distance, a towering pyramid raised by alien hired hand stood as a silent and enigmatic sentinel.

The mangled, ruptured hulks of the early craft surrounded the newly-trapped vessel, which was unable to call for help. A six-man team had been dispatched to explore inside the distant alien structure.

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Dameia was piece of the squad exploring inside, the shoulder-mounted lights of her backpack shining through her long, curly light-haired hair as she trailed behind the others. Her strike blue oculus kept darting between each of the other three members before her, as they maintained a space from her big than was strictly necessary.

Their fifth had been left at the entry to proceed watch. No one questioned that the hulking warrior Quuhod could hold his own, though he had been badly shaken by the loss of his vitreous silica throwing weapons.

Yet that had not been the only deprivation inflicted by this horrible place. Dameia had witnessed for herself the death of their commander Ilvar, and now the brash Cabren had taken charge of their team.

The corridors of this social organization made no sentiency, twisting and turning unevenly as if it had been designed by a madman. Eventually, they had wandered into a lowly room with pillar of crystal pulsing with a dim green light that bathed the team in their strange glow.

Alluma, their empath, was clinging to Cabren's arm like a frightened youngster, her head resting on his shoulder. Dameia sorely missed the same affair she had with the commander and had even considered the terminal member of their team, Balon, as a author of society in this drab place.

However, she quickly dismissed such a notion, Balon despised her and was not shy to register it. He was a shortstop man of fragile build with close-cropped brown hair and was looking about the place with visible unease in contrast to Cabren's calm, almost casual demeanor.

In fact, the police squad leader seemed almost too cool and collected, looking over the shine pillars in a manner that was almost bored. Though, even Dameia had to admit Cabren was quite handsome, with his roguishly-styled wavy shoulder distance smutty hair and a thick mustache atop his upper lip.

With his rifle slung over one shoulder joint and Alluma gripped firmly by the hip he gave off the air the classic 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 future corridor.

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

"W-what are we even doing in this place ?"Dameia asked timidly, just to give the black 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 tone seemed almost scolding.

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

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

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

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

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

They all went dumb, Dameia's chin quivered as she tried to swallow up down the lump in her throat and blink away away the tears welling in the corners of her eyes.

"Dameia, go join Quuhod on rear guard, you're no assistant here,"Cabren snapped, voice as insensate as deep-space frost.

"Bu-"Dameia tried to address out, but one voiceless glare from the team leader made her reconsider.

She turned away before they could see the tears beginning to dribble down her nerve and started the long walkway back down those shadow tunnels alone.

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eventide though Dameia was truly alone in the wind corridors, she could n't shake this unsettling feeling that she was being watched. She was careful to follow the markers they had left on the walls to guide themselves through this maze of passages.

They had always disliked her because she was so close to the commander and she knew they believed that the only if reason why she was even on this delegacy was that she and the air force officer had been so close. That was why she had left the ship the first position, to try and test that she was Thomas More than just the slut in a uniform they had made her out to be.

But now Ilvar was gone, and she could still listen how he had screamed before the rope had been ripped from her deal. The feeling of such unsuccessful person crushed her bureau with sorrow and stopped to lean against the wall and openly sob in her private import of grief.

She had slumped into and hunker and cry until there were no crying left for her to shed for the man and this awful situation she was in. She wiped away the wet streaks 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 final bend that led to the entrance they had found. Only that moment of succour was crudely dashed when she saw Quuhod face down on the solid ground in a pocket billiards of his own pedigree, one of his blazon abruptly terminating in a ragged stump.

A bolt of terror passed through her body with a feeling like her rake turning to ice, she froze for a present moment in pure jolt at such a horrid good deal. Jolting back into action she scanned the large room quickly before lunging forward and picking up the optical maser rifle dropped on the ground not far from where she stood.

She quickly checked to make sure enough the weapon was charged and saw that not a I injection had been fired. Whatever had killed this skilled man did so without him ever being able to retaliate.

When she stepped in closer her typeface twisted into an ugly grimace as she saw that his arm had been cut fresh off. His crystallization blades had been shattered and scattered all around his remains, proving that whatever had killed him must consume been incredibly powerful.

She stepped away from the body, but then the cad of her boot thumped against something on the ground, heavy yet yielding. With a immediate turn, she saw Quuhod 's missing arm lying on the ground, the blood-smeared physique creep with maggots.

They were all over the uncovered flesh, chewing into the putrid core and squirming around beneath the hairy skin it, the most disgusting matter she never wanted to see on this planet. Fumbling with the rifle Dameia blasted wildly at them in a queasy panic, gagging with disgust as she did her utmost to remove them from her sight.

At once arm started to smoke, the hair shriveling and the maggots writhing in agony as the unseeable beam played back and forth across them and their home. fire covered the limb, the lousy material body, and the occupants therein quickly charring and crumbling away until nothing was left but a heap of ash and scorched bone.

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

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The eyeshot was black as pitching all around with only the lights of their downed ship in the far distance. Dameia pulled out her radio and urgently spoke into it, fearing there was a murderous survivor of whatever struggle had strewn the planet with wrecked starship now lurking in the pyramid.

Yet there was no reception, no issue how many times she attempted to hail the ship. Her claim became more and Sir Thomas More desperate as they were only met with unchanging. She even resorted to trying to herald the others in the alien structure to try and discourage them, but those too either went ignored or failed to achieve deep enough into the pyramid.

At the end of her lead, in a unity minute of blind thwarting, she pitched the wireless off the bound and watched as it vanished into the blackness below.

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

Her case hardened and she took in a deep intimation to steady her nerves, before turning and walking back inside with rifle in hand.

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This place had already been unsettling to walk through when Dameia thought it was abandoned. Knowing there could be a homicidal alien or maybe a crazed survivor lurking in the erratically laid-out hallway made every step a monumental challenge.

Yet she continued taking those footfall even as her heart pummeled in her dresser. At every street corner, she leveled her optical maser rifle at the opening and shone the shoulder mounted visible light of her backpack down the corridor.

After a while of looking over her shoulder joint all the time and coming up with nothing the stress of being on such senior high school alert rapidly took its toll. She stole a instant to sigh and overtake her breath, letting the weapon hang by the handle with the gun muzzle nearly touching the trading floor as it swayed in her liberate grip.

It was in that moment she had perceived a presence behind her, the pilus sprung up along the nape of her neck. She reacted on pure whim and turned around to confront this unnamed threat, her centre bulging in horror at what she saw.

The luminosity from her rucksack illuminated a glistening paries of purple chassis and from it, twin horizontal quarrel of thick red tendrils thrashed excitedly in the air. This monumental maggot was reared up before her with circular maw lined with flesh-rending black hook shot, gaping and openly drooling for her with an alien intent.

She bellowed out a scream of panic and tried to rustle her weapon system with shock-frozen limbs to burn down at it. One of those crimson circle of firmly metameric muscle acted quicker and lashed the rifle out of her hands, snapping the weapon in two and leaving her defenseless.

Scared corpse, Dameia could only learn helplessly as dozens of those crimson R-2 of flesh lunged for her attacking her lithe shape with each one having its own object glass. Even without her weapon, she battled against the strong tendrils, striking out with her arms and trying to kick her legs free from their clutches.

Dameia could experience them everywhere, grabbing at her ramification and waist, sliding under her shirt and into her pants and swiping over her face and lips. It was reeling her in, forcing her against its bloated Mass, the putrid reek of rotting frame filling her nostrils.

The maggot began to farm disturbingly loud suck and gurgling sounds, giving her the discrete impression that it was excited to affect her, extruding wooden-headed slime from its physical structure with keen inflammation. The foul substance was smeared all over her body until her clothes were with child with it. More splattered her face, some getting into her mouth as she screamed and gasped for breather, carrying such a potent savor that it made her gag and sputter with disgust.

It seemed to be focused on her voluptuous figure and left her men free to beat against its body until the laurel wreath ached and her brawn burned. Yet that did n't stop it from tearing off her packsack and stripping her pelage away with violent tugs of its many limb, exposing her to the other exploring tendrils.

She was left in just her Edward White tank top and brown cargo pant, the material of her top looked as though it had been glued to her busty anatomy by the ooze saturating it. It was crystallize then she wore no bra over those perky tits, her chubby garden pink mammilla tenting the nearly cobwebby fabric.

Her blazon were bound by tentacles, and she desperately pulled at them with a panic whimper. When she managed to fall away loose, all the intensity level she had been using to loose them suddenly became a backward momentum. She was staggering backward and her boots slipped in the slime.

Dameia grunted as her round ass hit the floor, her side contorted into a flinch before dropping into a childlike gaze seeing the maggot looming over her. It was in that brief instant she caught a glimpse of the tall spire of red material body jutting from the center of its body.

The maggots pecker was exotic with the head knobby and bloated, the widely flared crown was ringed with lepidote wart. The irradiation following it was a misshapen distance, studded with short fleshy nodes and thick venous blood vessel wider than her fingers

Dameia 's eyes went wide of the mark and she sucked in a terrified pant when the creature's vile desires for her became so painfully pass at that instant. With a wail of disaffirmation, its body had smothered her and she renewed her frenzied strikes on its trunk even as those tendrils pushed under her shirt and into the hem of her pants.

The maggot was pulling apart her wearable like it was unwrapping a present, exposing the generous curve ball of her KO physique that every man yearned for. The entirety of her nude statue form was covered in thick slime by now, giving her exposed creamy pelt a glistening lustre in the light of her discarded packsack.

Her great breasts wobbled as she struggled, their nipple stiff compass point from the cooling goo, the way they danced had this perverted thing reaching out to them. Her arms and kept her wooden leg tightly closed to keep this vile beast from violating her further.

There was just too very much of her mountainous knocker to protect with her hired man and could only watch helplessly as those dexterous limbs pushed past her arms to get at her rack. Those ropes of laborious segmented brawniness ground against her plush tit flesh, shocking her with electric tingles of pleasure.

She whimpered watching those segmented limbs coiling up her globes to establish them this achingly hard squeeze. Again and again, they crushed them like a pair of pythons, her plush build bulged between the scarlet loops of intemperately musculus. With a bite of her bottom lip, she attempted to stave off the daze of pleasure as those slender tips crudely smacked at her sensitive nipples.

When those tentacles wormed between her silklike inside thigh, she clenched them tight to prevent this maggot from ravishing her any encourage. It was a futile effort and bit by bit her quivering legs were being spread open, exposing her pout bed to it.

The Holy Writ she had so often heard mouth behind her spinal column came roaring back into her cerebration then, that her only use on the ship was in giving joy to her superior. There she was in that alien monolith, trapped under a terrifying monstrosity, its limb forcibly exploring the about cozy portion of her.

Dameia sobbed while straining against the bondage of those strong tendrils, helpless as it kneaded her tits and gouged lithesome tips of muscle against her sensitive nipples. A snarl of red tendrils had crowded between her legs, lashing at her tender twat and playing over the furrow of the divot of her asshole.

She was being assaulted with waves of unwanted pleasure and she screamed out against it. As practically as she attempted to turn away it, her arousal was only rising when those thick and powerful limbs violated her from both ends.

Her eyes snapped tightly shut, lips twisted into a face, trying to bite back the urge to moan feeling those tentacles playing inside her. So focused 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 experience the osculation of this scorching hot dick pressed against the pouting furrow. This sudden contact made her stiffen, her heart barb open when the horny bug was shoving so eagerly against the satin fogginess of her slit.

Her head lifted off the ground with importunity to look past her dresser to see this impossibly sized organ poised right against her sex. Her mouth gaped and this sorry whine spilled out before this alien dick suddenly shoved forward.

A sudden insistency outburst between her leg, Dameia 's oral sex rocked back from the bump against her tumid pussy lips. Again and again, the maggot attacked her squiffy seam, her frantic battle cry were being stuttered by those crude lunges, but its putz was struggling to smoothly bust inside.

Over and over the maggot ruthlessly humped at her, slowly spreading the mouth of pussy open until those meaty lips began to take back such a protuberant cockhead. With a terribly forte squelcher, this show-stopper of sway corpse flesh was crudely rammed inside.

Her head reeled back even further and thumped off the Stone base, her mouthpiece parted wide with the purpose to shout. The only interference that had come forth was a jump gasp when the pain she had anticipated never came.

There were only rough surges of discomfort to be felt in a rapid-fire when it felt like this huge organ was stuck at the entrance of her pussy. What distressed her most was those gaga aftershocks of pleasance that followed behind every barbarian push. She whimpered and tossed her drumhead from side to side, humiliated and even frightened to experience anything stimulating while trapped under this beast.

Dameia was drinking in the sight of this disgusting organ being worked so vigorously into her pussy, her vibrant blue angel middle wide in shock and horror. Her despairing war cry of denial were unable to submerge out the profane wet noises as it plundered her sex, forced to hear 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 dick pumping into her cutter slot. However, this did not chip in her the pain she craved to feel, instead, it had this fiend gurgling and grunting with an plain delight as it humped powerfully against the resistance of her passage.

The rape of this alien dick and how it was stuffing more thrashing tendrils past the muscled slip noose of her bastard was unraveling her. Those terrified cries were giving way to something husky, tainted with this tinge of desire behind them.

She had lost all ascendence of her urges, her back arched as the kickoff moan of lust spilled forth, her musical passage eagerly pulsating around the cock pumping inside. The maggot was beating her kitty-cat up with its fat stopper, the Crown harshly scraped at her velvet walls, those fleshy nubs sawing against her swollen slit mouth.

At that moment she knew they had all been redress about her, she was nothing more than a depraved jade, but she no longer cared.

Dameia gave in then and her legs relaxed in the atomic number 26 grip of the tendrils, but her eyes were tightly scrunched shut against the freak mounted over top her and focused on only this intense pleasure surging from cryptical in her core. The maggot was quick to take to the full reward of her giving up and shoved her inflect second joint back towards her soundbox.

The beast spread her wide into a compromising mating press, all so it could better squeeze its throbbing flesh into her supple sleeve. She was compressed under it, her rosehip lifted high up to obtain those grasping knife thrust it took at her, stuttering her groan as her physical structure jolted under its flap mass.

That thick cock and the stub of chassis that studded it had fucked her to climax in only a handful of thrusts once she accepted her persona as its sex toy. Her legs shuddered and her toes curled into tight balls in her boots, 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 turncock so much deeply into her gushing kitty-cat. Her centre fluttered while obscene sloppy strait erupted from between her legs, blissfully oblivious to how her flat tum was being pushed out to take such a massive organ.

groan of dismay were being fucked past Dameia 's pouty rim when the maggot began to reshape her fuck golf hole to take far too much inside. She rocked her head from side to side when the harsh upsurge of discomfort finally registered in her sex-addled judgment, it was taking it too far.

Dameia wanted to beg it to arrest, but she just could n't seem to find the words when those mighty fuck shot shocked her system of rules. When her handing over had nothing left to have, it was forced to offer up the puckered pack of her cervix and this horny invertebrate seemed overjoyed to vanquish at it with its bloated cockhead.

She had finally been gifted the pain she had once sought out from this maggot violating her, grunting and whimpering as it bore down against such a sensitive barrier. It was not to be denied and her cervix uteri gave way with a shudder, the bellied caput surged into her squishy bedroom.

Dameia's back talk hung open in surprise, her vibrant oculus bulging in their sockets in a sudden moment of clarity, this freak had broken her puss with its inhuman desire. Yet all she could do then was hyperventilate as her womb groaned and sloshed loudly when the Brobdingnagian alien dick plundered it again and again with long strokes.of its dick.

All focal point had been fucked from her oculus, the chapeau sagged heavily over them, her mouth hung mire with a scream suddenly forgotten. For Dameia this maggot's uterus wrecker might as well been smashing right into her grey matter as it was slowly fucking all sense out of her.

The antechamber echoed with the grotesque sounds of the invertebrate fucking the woman trapped under it, yet the only vocalization was its pleasured gurgles and snarls. Only her arms and legs were visible around the creature, spasming with every Pearl Sydenstricker Buck of its bloated mass.

This blond beauty had her heading twisted to the side, her tongue dangling from her mouthpiece, gurgling and gasping from such ruinous thrusting. Her limp organic structure was rocking against the cold floor, those vast tits swaying in broad rotations until the goop slathered globes wetly smacked off one another to the tempo of the maggot's have intercourse strokes.

The stiff nubs on the beast's cock flat coat into her lavish purulent lips until they were swollen and red, the ping meat of her fuck tunnel being tugged past them, clinging to those heavy protuberance. Just below that brutal fusion, a half dozen tendrils had burrowed between the round cheeks of her back end and had caved in her puckered asshole to choke her bowels with thrashing muscle.

This mentally ravage womanhood was trapped in this peak province, cumming explosively from the ruthless use of her slackened holes. She moaned senselessly and her slit quivered with dampen compression around his girth with a want to be filled, the maggot was elated to oblige.

It hissed with pleasure as it released inside her with a raw power that could be heard externally and every flex of its dick made her go buckram in reply. A thick-skulled brownish yellow pigswill surged from its tip with the consistence of wet cementum and so hot it scorched her inside raw. There was so often pouring from the verile grub, her womb was ballooning to take in it all until her middle was slowly swelling up.

Her middle rolled back completely Andrew Dickson White as her mind truly came apart when the maggot used her for a cum dumpster. Every potent shot inside her made her midsection chill and get a little more round until she looked into an too soon full term pregnancy.

Her fat chamber was polluted with its foul load, fit to burst with the stuff when it finally stopped and ripped its cock from her used up cunt with a wet pop. She was left sprawled out in a pond of gook, her stomach swollen and flushed garden pink from such a speedy expansion.

Dameia 's once perfect seam of a kitty-cat had been stretched out into this gape void, the rampart fucked red and raw. Then the steaming hot Brown University muck it had pumped into her flooded into her still winking cavern to irrupt in a stocky burbling mess of a queef.

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When the others discovered Damia, the men froze in shock and Alluma buried her look into Cabren's chest with a stare gasp.

Damiea's tum was swollen taut and bright crimson, the veins bulging under her paper-thin form. The troll sphere that was her midsection was bulging and twisting with what looked similar countless snake infested the catatonic fair sex, their foreign mouths trying to bite through her belly from the inside.

All their faces were twisted into an ugly grimace at those grotesque churning and gurgling sounds coming from her, yet none had made a move to serve. Damiea was moaning, her hips writhing in the air, the lips of her pussy flexing in a show that she was indeed cumming as those matter battered at her stomach.

It was then her bruised pussycat lips bulged as something pushed at them from underneath until finally, they gaped wide-cut to the bloated maggot that had burrowed through her nascency canal. 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 addict pushed further from her ruined sex and aimed his laser rifle at her prone figure.

"nookie slut."He muttered in disdain.

Then he squeezed the gun trigger .