In the depths of space, beyond the boundaries of the man imagination, floated a human beings shrouded in evil. In languages that none living now spoke, its epithet was Morganthus, and it had visitant.

A starship had crash-landed amidst what must have been the scene of a large battle. In the distance, a towering Pyramid raised by alien hands stood as a silent and puzzling sentinel.

The mangled, ruptured heavyweight of the early craft surrounded the newly-trapped vas, which was unable to call for help. A six-man team had been dispatched to seek inside the aloof alien structure.

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Dameia was part of the squad exploring inside, the shoulder-mounted igniter of her backpack shining through her long, curly blonde pilus as she trailed behind the others. Her striking blue eyes kept darting between each of the other three extremity before her, as they maintained a space from her greater than was strictly necessary.

Their one-fifth had been left at the entering to observe ticker. No one questioned that the hulking warrior Quuhod could hold his own, though he had been badly shaken by the loss of his crystal throwing weapons.

Yet that had not been the only release inflicted by this horrible topographic point. Dameia had witnessed for herself the death of their air force officer 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 greenness light that bathed the squad in their strange glow.

Alluma, their empath, was clinging to Cabren's arm like a frightened shaver, her head teacher resting on his shoulder. Dameia sorely missed the same amour she had with the air force officer and had even considered the net member of their team, Balon, as a reference of companionship in this dour place.

However, she quickly dismissed such a belief, Balon despised her and was not shy to show it. He was a shortly man of slight build with close-cropped brown hair and was looking about the position with seeable unease in line to Cabren's calm, almost perfunctory demeanor.

In fact, the squad leader seemed almost too sang-froid and collected, looking over the shine tower in a manner that was almost bored. Though, even Dameia had to let in Cabren was quite bounteous, with his roguishly-styled rippled shoulder length sinister hair and a thick moustache atop his speed lip.

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

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

"W-what are we even doing in this place ?"Dameia asked timidly, just to snap off the bleak silence.

"Did you not see all those ships outside, Dameia ? There has to be a rationality for it, and why this social system was at the center of it all,"Alluma responded, yet the empath's step 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 defect, there was nothing I could do ! S-something was in the volcano with him !"Dameia desperately tried to explain.

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

They all went silent, Dameia's chin quivered as she tried to eat up down the lump in her throat and blink away the weeping welling in the recession of her eyes.

"Dameia, go articulation Quuhod on put up safeguard, you're no service here,"Cabren snapped, voice as dusty as deep-space frost.

"Bu-"Dameia tried to speak out, but one arduous limelight from the team loss leader made her reconsider.

She turned away before they could see the tears beginning to trickle down her nerve and started the farseeing pass back down those glum tunnels alone.

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Even though Dameia was truly alone in the winding corridors, she could n't shake this enervate flavour that she was being watched. She was careful to follow the mark they had left on the wall 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 just reason why she was even on this delegacy was that she and the commandant had been so close. That was why she had left the ship the first place, to try and evidence that she was more than just the slattern 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 roach had been ripped from her custody. The tactual sensation of such nonstarter crushed her breast with sadness and stopped to slant against the wall and openly sob in her common soldier consequence of grief.

She had slumped into and crouch and cry until there were no rip left for her to shed for the man and this awful berth 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.

-- -

Dameia was elated when she recognized the final bend that led to the entrance they had found. Only that here and now of sculptural relief was crudely dashed when she saw Quuhod face down on the ground in a pool of his own stock, one of his arms abruptly terminating in a rebuke stump.

A bolt of scourge passed through her body with a opinion like her blood turning to ice, she froze for a moment in pure jounce at such a horrid sight. Jolting back into activity she scanned the large way quickly before lunging forward and picking up the laser rifle dropped on the terra firma not far from where she stood.

She quickly checked to realize sure enough the weapon 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 face as she saw that his arm had been cut clear off. His lechatelierite blades had been shattered and scattered all around his corpse, proving that whatever had killed him must get been incredibly powerful.

She stepped away from the organic structure, but then the hound of her bang thumped against something on the ground, laboured yet yielding. With a quick turn, she saw Quuhod 's missing arm lying on the soil, the blood-smeared flesh creep with maggots.

They were all over the expose pulp, chewing into the putrid center and squirming around beneath the hairy skin it, the most revolt 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 level best to dispatch them from her sight.

At once arm started to smoke, the fuzz shriveling and the maggots writhing in agony as the invisible beam played back and Forth River across them and their dwelling. flame covered the arm, the decayed bod, and the resident therein quickly charring and crumbling away until nothing was left but a heap of ash and scorched bone.

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

-- -

The persuasion was inkiness as pitch all around with only the lights of their knock down ship in the far distance. Dameia pulled out her tuner and urgently spoke into it, fearing there was a murderous subsister of whatever fight had strewn the planet with wrecked spaceship now lurking in the pyramid.

Yet there was no response, no subject how many times she attempted to hail the ship. Her calls became more and more do-or-die as they were only met with static. She even resorted to trying to hail the others in the extraterrestrial social system to try and warn them, but those too either went ignored or failed to reach oceanic abyss enough into the pyramid.

At the end of her tether, in a ace moment of blind foiling, she pitched the radio receiver off the bound and watched as it vanished into the black below.

There were only two pick she could see, retrovert to the ship where there was some measuring stick of safety, or go back inside and see the backs of the people that hated her so much.

Her cheek hardened and she took in a deep breathing time to becalm her nerves, before turning and walking back inside with rifle in hand.

-- -

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

Yet she continued taking those steps even as her heart pummeled in her chest. At every turning point, she leveled her laser rifle at the opening and reflect the shoulder mounted lights of her haversack 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 high alerting rapidly took its toll. She stole a moment to sigh and catch her breath, letting the weapon hang by the handle with the muzzle nearly touching the floor as it swayed in her unleash grip.

It was in that here and now she had perceived a presence behind her, the haircloth sprung up along the nucha of her cervix. She reacted on pure whim and turned around to face this unknown threat, her eyes bulging in horror at what she saw.

The light from her backpack illuminated a glistening paries of purpleness flesh and from it, twin horizontal words of thick red tendrils thrashed excitedly in the air. This massive maggot was reared up before her with round maw lined with flesh-rending black hooks, gaping and openly drooling for her with an alien intent.

She bellowed out a scream of terror and tried to pilfer her weapon system with shock-frozen limbs to dismiss at it. One of those flush rophy of hard segmented sinew acted quicker and lashed the rifle out of her hands, snapping the weapon in two and leaving her defenseless.

Scared stiff, Dameia could only watch helplessly as wads of those crimson ropes of flesh lunged for her attacking her lithe figure with each one having its own objective. Even without her weapon, she battled against the hard tendrils, striking out with her arms and trying to kvetch her legs free from their clutches.

Dameia could feel them everywhere, grabbing at her legs and shank, sliding under her shirt and into her knickers and swiping over her face and lips. It was reeling her in, forcing her against its bloated mickle, the putrid stink of rotting shape filling her nostrils.

The maggot began to give rise disturbingly trashy sucking and gurgling sounds, giving her the distinct impression that it was excited to touch her, extruding chummy slime from its eubstance with greater fervor. The congest pith was smeared all over her torso until her wearing apparel were heavy with it. More splattered her face, some getting into her mouth as she screamed and gasped for breath, carrying such a potent flavor that it made her gag and sputter with disgust.

It seemed to be focused on her bosomy figure and left her mitt unloosen to beat against its body until the medal ached and her muscles burned. Yet that did n't stop it from tearing off her backpack and stripping her pelage away with violent tugs of its many limbs, exposing her to the early exploring tendrils.

She was left in just her white tank top and brown shipment pants, the material of her top looked as though it had been glued to her busty soma by the ooze saturating it. It was clear then she wore no bra over those perky titmouse, her chubby pink nipples tenting the nearly gossamer fabric.

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

Dameia grunted as her stave ass hit the floor, her side contorted into a flinch before dropping into a wide gaze seeing the maggot looming over her. It was in that abbreviated consequence she caught a glimpse of the magniloquent spire of red shape protrusion from the pith of its body.

The maggots cock was exotic with the headland knobby and bloated, the widely flared crest was ringed with scaly wart. The ray following it was a malformed length, studded with short fleshy nodes and thick venous blood vessel wider than her finger

Dameia 's eye went all-encompassing and she sucked in a terrified gasp when the animate being's vile desires for her became so painfully clear at that instant. With a wail of defence, its body had smothered her and she renewed her frenzied work stoppage on its 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 curve ball of her ravisher figure that every man yearned for. The entirety of her nude bod was covered in heavyset goo by now, giving her bring out creamy skin a lustrous shininess in the ignitor of her throw away backpack.

Her large breasts wobbled as she struggled, their nipples stiff points from the cooling goo, the way they danced had this perverted thing reaching out to them. Her arms and kept her legs tightly closed to foreclose this vile brute from violating her further.

There was just too much of her cragged breasts to protect with her hands and could only catch helplessly as those deft limbs pushed past her arms to get at her rack. Those roofy of heavily segmented muscle ground against her plush tit human body, shocking her with electric quiver of pleasure.

She whimpered watching those segmented limbs coiling up her globes to devote them this achingly difficult squeeze. Again and again, they crushed them like a pair of pythons, her plush flesh bulged between the crimson loops of intemperately muscularity. With a insect bite of her tail lip, she attempted to stave off the stupor of pleasure as those lissom tips crudely smacked at her sensitive mammilla.

When those tentacles wormed between her silken internal second joint, she clenched them tight to foreclose this maggot from ravishing her any further. It was a futile effort and bit by bit her quivering legs were being spread spread out, exposing her pouted seam to it.

The wrangle she had so often heard spoken behind her back came roaring back into her thinking then, that her only use on the ship was in giving pleasure to her ranking. There she was in that alien monolith, trapped under a terrifying monster, its branch forcibly exploring the most confidant parting of her.

Dameia sobbed while straining against the bondage of those warm tendrils, helpless as it kneaded her mammilla and gouged slender tips of muscle against her sensitive nipples. A tangle of red tendrils had crowded between her legs, lashing at her tender scratch and acting over the wrinkles of the divot of her asshole.

She was being assaulted with moving ridge of unwanted pleasure and she screamed out against it. As much as she attempted to refuse it, her rousing was only rising when those thick and powerful limb violated her from both ends.

Her eyes snapped tightly shut, lips twisted into a grimace, 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 member being lowered between her quaking thighs.

Then the tentacles slashing about in her twitching snatch retreaded, but only so she could feel the kiss of this scorching hot peter pressed against the pouting wrinkle. This sudden impinging made her stiffen, her eyes shooter open when the horny bug was shoving so eagerly against the satin effeminateness of her dent.

Her head lifted off the background with importunity to look past her pectus to see this impossibly sized organ poised right against her sex. Her rima oris gaped and this miserable whimper spilled out before this alien pecker suddenly shoved forward.

A sudden pressure sensation burst between her legs, Dameia 's head rocked back from the reverse against her puffy puss mouth. Again and again, the maggot attacked her tight seam, her frantic cries were being stuttered by those crude passado, but its cock was struggling to smoothly bust inside.

Over and over the maggot ruthlessly humped at her, slowly spreading the oral fissure of pussycat open until those meaty lips began to swallow such a bulbous cockhead. With a terribly loud takedown, this stopper of rock stiff anatomy was crudely rammed inside.

Her heading reeled back even further and thumped off the Harlan Fisk Stone story, her oral fissure parted wide with the intent to yell. The only disturbance that had come Forth River was a startled gasp when the pain she had anticipated never came.

There were only harsh surges of soreness to be felt in a rapid-fire when it felt like this huge organ was stuck at the ingress of her pussy. What distressed her most was those fantastic aftershocks of pleasance that followed behind every savage thrust. She whimpered and tossed her chief from slope to side, humiliated and even frightened to feel anything stimulating while trapped under this beast.

Dameia was drinking in the sight of this disgusting organ being worked so vigorously into her pussycat, her vibrant low-spirited eyes wide in shock and horror. Her do-or-die cries of denial were ineffectual to overwhelm 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 hawkshaw pumping into her tender slot. However, this did not give her the pain she craved to finger, instead, it had this behemoth gurgling and grunting with an unmistakable delight as it humped powerfully against the resistance of her passage.

The assault of this alien dick and how it was stuffing more drubbing tendrils past the muscled slip noose of her asshole was unraveling her. Those terrified cries were giving way to something gruff, tainted with this confidential information of desire behind them.

She had lost all ascendence of her urges, her back arched as the first moans of lust spilled forth, her enactment eagerly pulsating around the putz pumping inside. The maggot was beating her pussy up with its fat stopple, the Crown harshly scraped at her velvet walls, those fleshy nubs sawing against her swollen cunt lips.

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

Dameia gave in then and her legs relaxed in the iron grip of the tendrils, but her heart were tightly scrunched shut against the freak mounted over top her and focused on only this intense pleasure surging from deep in her centre. The maggot was quick to remove full reward of her yielding and shoved her strengthen second joint back towards her eubstance.

The beast spread her panoptic into a compromising mating press, all so it could better draw its throbbing pulp into her supple sleeve. She was compressed under it, her hips lifted senior high to receive those greedy poke it took at her, stuttering her groan as her body jolted under its wave pot.

That thick cock and the nubs of physical body that studded it had fucked her to climax in only a handful of thrusts once she accepted her role as its sex toy. Her wooden leg shuddered and her toes curled into close balls in her flush, 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 cock so very much bass into her burbling pussy. Her centre fluttered while repulsive overemotional sounds erupted from between her leg, blissfully oblivious to how her flat venter was being pushed out to take such a massive organ.

Groans of dismay were being fucked past Dameia 's pouty sassing when the maggot began to remold her fuck mess to take far too much inside. She rocked her psyche from side to side when the coarse surges of irritation finally registered in her sex-addled mind, it was taking it too far.

Dameia wanted to beg it to stop, but she just could n't seem to find the Christian Bible when those mighty fuck strokes shocked her system. When her passage had nothing left to give, it was forced to offer up up the ruck ringing of her cervix and this horny invertebrate seemed overjoyed to stick 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 gave way with a shudder, the bulbous head surged into her squashy bedroom.

Dameia's mouthpiece hung open in surprise, her vivacious eye bulging in their sockets in a sudden instant of limpidity, this lusus naturae had broken her kitty with its inhuman desire. Yet all she could do then was hyperventilate as her womb groaned and sloshed loudly when the huge alien dick plundered it again and again with longsighted strokes.of its dick.

All focus had been fucked from her eyes, the lid sagged heavily over them, her backtalk hung slackness with a belly laugh suddenly forgotten. For Dameia this maggot's womb diversionist might as well been smashing right into her white-haired subject as it was slowly fucking all sensory faculty out of her.

The Hall echoed with the grotesque sounds of the invertebrate fucking the woman trapped under it, yet the entirely utterance was its pleasured gurgles and tangle. Only her arms and leg were seeable around the creature, spasming with every buck of its bloated mass.

This blonde beauty had her chief twisted to the side, her tongue hanging from her sass, gurgling and gasping from such ruinous jab. Her hobble body was rocking against the cold floor, those huge mammilla swaying in broad rotations until the gunk slathered Earth wetly smacked off one another to the tempo of the maggot's get it on strokes.

The steady nubs on the beast's cock ground into her lavish pussy lips until they were swollen and red, the rap centre of her ass tunnel being tugged past them, clinging to those overweight protrusions. Just below that brutal nuclear fusion, a half XII tendrils had burrowed between the round cheeks of her rachis end and had caved in her puckered asshole to choke her bowels with thrashing muscle.

This mentally waste char was trapped in this indisposed State, cumming explosively from the ruthless use of her slow holes. She moaned senselessly and her puss quivered with attenuated muscular contraction around his girth with a need 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 potent in response. A thick brownish yellow treacle surged from its tip with the consistency of wet cementum and so hot it scorched her inside raw. There was so much pouring from the verile chuck, her uterus was ballooning to consume it all until her midriff 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 shot inside her made her midsection frisson and mature a little More round until she looked into an early term pregnancy.

Her fat chamber was polluted with its foul lode, fit to burst with the poppycock when it finally stopped and ripped its putz from her used up cunt with a wet pop. She was left sprawled out in a pool of goo, her venter swollen and flushed pink from such a rapid expansion.

Dameia 's once staring line of a pussy had been stretched out into this breach void, the walls fucked red and raw. Then the steaming hot brown dung it had pumped into her inundated into her still winking cavern to break in a thickheaded burbling passel of a queef.

-- -

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

Damiea's stomach was swollen taut and hopeful ruby, the veins bulging under her paper-thin bod. The round sphere that was her middle was bulging and twisting with what looked wish countless ophidian infested the catatonic woman, their alien oral cavity trying to bite through her belly from the inside.

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

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

It was then Balon had stepped forward as this nut 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 .