Space Babes 2
Chapter 2
With her legs too weak to carry her she crawled over to Jenna. Tears streamed down her face as she looked at Jenna’s battered and bruised body. Jenna’s eyes stared blindly straight ahead, unblinking. Her mouth twisted open in pain with a small wheezing sound coming from her once pretty mouth. Despite the savage rapes Jenna was still alive! By the slimmest of margins. “I’ll find help my love,” Kala whispered, kissing Jenna on her cum coated cheek, then reaching down and closing Jenna’s unblinking eyes.
Kala struggled to her feet. Her nude body glistening with sweat and shook sexily as she cried for her fallen friend. Kala recovered her blaster and started for the door, pausing one more time to look back at Jenna.
There were broken and bloody bodies everywhere she looked. The women and girls (such small girls!!) looked just like her fallen friend. If they were still alive (very very few, after all these were not Space Marines), they were staring blindly into space. Their pussies and assholes ripped open with cum running from them. The men she found were just ripped into large chunks of bloody fresh thrown about the ship.
Kala continued down the corridor, her massive tits bouncing and swaying to her left-right left-right walking cadence.
Unexpectedly Kala heard blaster fire coming her way. Quickly she ducked around the corner and waited with her blaster raised ready to attack.
Suddenly a lithe figure came running down the corridor, stopping only for a moment to fire her blaster into a large group of Griff II centipedes. Kala recognized the round, hard ass and jutting breasts which challenged the silver space suit severely. It was Barocca, one of her fellow Marines.
“Barocca over here!” Kala shouted, as she jumped into the corridor and fired her blaster into the advancing horde.
“Kala, you’re alive!” Barocca shouted in reply as she too fired.
Between the two of them they quickly killed every beast that had been chasing Barocca. “Shit!” Kala groaned seeing that her blaster was almost empty. But at least she would be able to take a few of those things with her before they killed her.
Barocca ran over to her friend with a hundred questions to ask. But there was no time to find out why Kala was naked or what had happened to the rest of their squad.
“My blaster is almost empty how’s yours?” Barocca asked.
“Not good. Maybe only a shot or two left!”
“Then we’d better find some power packs in a hurry. I saw at least fifty of these bastards back down there,” Barocca said, pointing back down the corpse filled corridor, the way she had come.
“Then let’s get going the other way!” Sprinting through the carnage, moving through access ways and compartments, the buxom duo occasionally heard the clittering and slithering of alien predators. Sometimes far, sometimes close, spurring them faster. Barocca admired the hard muscularity of Kala’s legs whenever she came to be running behind her squad mate. Kala’s ass was so incredibly hard and tight, that Barocca wondered how it could possibly function properly.
Then, moving into a large shadowy lift compartment, they realized too late that the doors had been broken open. First Kala, then her green eyed friend tumbled into and down the black lift shaft. Landing with a pair of thumps, the two gorgeous packages crashed onto a better illuminated lower level.
Both stared at three huge centipedes standing in front of a towering octopus shaped creature.
“Die!” Kala shouted, opening fire.
Kala killed two of the creatures before her blaster clicked empty. Barocca fired three times to kill the third. Her blaster like Kala’s now empty. The building sized octopus loomed threateningly.
“It doesn’t look that fast. You run for it, and I’ll keep the thing busy,” Barocca ordered as she raised her blaster to use as a bludgeon and stepped toward the beast.
The thing proved much quicker than they both thought. With a swing of one of its tentacles it knocked Kala’s nude body boots over head through the air. Then with another lightning quick swing it knocked the blaster from Barocca, sending the curvy Marine next to Kala.
Kala watched the ceiling lights pass overhead rapidly as her stretcher was hustled along the passageway. Her hard space marine body lie naked under a blue sheet. Strapped across the knees and upper body, they had to route the restraining belt south below her towering breasts, it simply was not long enough to pass over her mammoth chest and hook onto the other side. As a result, her taut hard tits were snugly accented beneath the hospital sheet which reached up to her collarbones. They bounced and jiggled in time with her stretcher’s slalom through the spaceship. The men couldn’t help but stare down and watch them move.
Kala’s mouth hung open and drooled. She was in shock. Her darkly tanned and muscled body was not directly harmed in any way, but she had the ‘thousand yard stare’ resulting from the horrors of combat. The brutal multiple rape of her only friend, Jenna had been only the start of her nightmare aboard the luxury ship. She was witness to additional terrors, on her other squad mates, on passengers, on young girls. Rapes, mutilations, and more rapes. Those things raped, and mutilated everything they touched!
Kala’s mind was not gone. She was simply unable to interact with the world right now. She knew Jenna, Aral and Reav to be on stretchers accompanying her own towards whatever destination they took those devastated by combat and its aftermath. She had glimpsed Aral’s long blond hair on the stretcher nearest her own. Kala knew that Lt. Pomy was missing in action. Barocca had been raped to death before her very eyes.
Kala’s tortured mind drifted back to when they had found the huge octopus like Queen. Both of their blaster power gone, Kala had stood helpless. Barocca was standing right next to her in their hasty fighting position in front of the creature.
Barocca swung a steel pipe repeatedly, striking the creature. The creature shrieked and raised a tentacle and knocked Barocca again to the ground. Quickly three tentacles shot out and ripped her suit from her body, the rending sound very loud, as the synthetic fabric was torn to shreds, leaving Barocca naked and dazed.
Kala could have reached out her hand to touch Barocca, as the anaconda size tentacle forced its way into Barocca’s vagina. The brunette’s eyes had nearly exploded as her tight virgin pussy was violated. Barocca’s horrid scream echoed, filling the spacious chamber. However sexual interest was not what had driven the creature. Barocca had struck the alien beast’s nerve center more than once, and it was furious!
The tentacle’s destructive acts inside the girl were visible as a large bulge appeared to be traveling just under the skin as its penetration drove up through her body, squirming side to side. Another tentacle rammed savagely up Barocca’s virgin anus, joining the first in a dance of disembowelment. Then a third appeared at her lips, and pushed between them. Barocca’s screams were quickly muffled by the tentacle sliding down her throat, stretching her neck to double its normal size. The shock and pain caused her to drop her crude pipe weapon..
With three tentacles firmly planted in all three holes Barocca was lifted into the air. Kala had watched the whole thing only inches away with everything seemingly running in slow motion. One of Barocca’s hands desperately tried to free the tentacle that was plunging between her lips, the other going to her crotch trying to pull the invaders from her pussy and anus.
The creature started to enjoy the girl’s squirming and began to fuck. Slowly building up speed until Barocca’s eyes clouded over with unbelievable pain. The tentacle in her throat pushed downward trying to join the other two that were smashing through her pussy, and ripping ever deeper into her once tight ass.
Kala watched but couldn’t do a thing but soak in the vision of her beautiful friend’s horrendous rape / murder.
The brutal rape continued until finally its tentacles erupted and cum spurted out, quickly filling Barocca’s body. Thick sperm shot out her nostrils, jism leaking from her eye sockets. Her stomach swelled and finally it became too much for the tough marine. Her belly exploded from the inside covering Kala with slimy cum, and her once beautiful friend’s blood. Additional tentacles pulled and yanked on the convulsing, agonizing form. Even as the raping appendages continued to pump heavy load after heavy load of syrupy sperm into her, Barocca was rended limb from limb.
Kala opened her eyes. The metal stretcher continued on its course.
Konjit moved through the war torn chambers, through scarred passageways, of the crippled luxury transport. A second degree inspector, her young but trained eyes reading everything. The Chelsea was now in spaceport. Her surviving passengers whisked away to quarantine. A shudder. Sector quarantine was a necessary arm of government. Whole colonies, hundreds of thousands of people all together, had fallen to new germs to which there was no human defense. Quarantine was not pleasant. Sometimes unlucky spacers never emerged, destroyed to protect the population at large. Konjit had been through quarantine twice, two occasions when she came into contact with harmless aliens unexpectedly.
Moving now in the Chelsea’s cargo bays. A ton of damage. Laser blasts scared the metal walls, some with holes blown right through them. The cargo bay doors looked like they had been torn from their hinges. Blood splattered the walls, and was still puddled on the floor, mixing with a white slimy substance.
Konjit was an insurance inspector. She was working shoulder to shoulder with military and criminal inspectors, comparing notes. It was better for all of them, to see things from different angles. Each had different backgrounds and training. Konjit’s three years of pre-med course work before she had to drop out of med school was often tapped by her friends in the criminal investigation branch.
“Konjit! How’s by little sweet heart?” She saw Clint moving towards her. He was evidently finished with this area and moving on. Clint was a military inspector, they went back a couple years.
“Hi Clint.” Clint was really attracted to this girl. Konjit was slim and athletic. The perfect shape and frame for a dancer, had she taken that path. Her skin was a bronze cinnamon color. Her big eyes dark and almond shaped. Clint tried to remember…yes, she had told him once that she was of East Indian ancestry. She had actually been born on earth, one of the star ports in Ethiopia.
“Say Clint, those medium containers…looks a bit like they were burst from the inside.” Clint paused and followed with his eyes to where she was pointing. Unhappy to look at anything other than her slight form for the few brief seconds he had before he had to be on the next level of the ship.
“Don’t you think so? It looks fairly plain to me. Curious don’t you think?” Clint must be awful tired thought Konjit. He was normally a feisty personality.
“Tell you what, I’ll have Jai look those over with you, I’ve got to run. JAI! Work with this lovely lady here! Let me know what she finds out.” With that, a junior military officer approached her. Clint blew her a kiss as a joke and departed. The two of them had flirted together and laughed about it many times. They had an odd friendship.
“What is this…some sort of explosive residue?” Konjit was holding a fragment in the light with Jai. The residue was on what would have been the inside of a medium container. Jai was slow to answer her, but Konjit was sure that it was.
Kala was regaining her faculties slowly. She was moving through quarantine. The space marines had been separated from the first civilians coming in. The four busty girls now were lined up on their stretchers before an officer holding an info-board. A wretched looking older woman, the officer gazed with appreciation at the helpless nubile figures before her. Another figure approached the hag and looked over her shoulder at the info-board.
“Which of the marines are ready for Foxtrot?” The figure asked deeply.
“Jenna and Aral have been prepped. The other two have not.”
“Continue with processing the others, move those that are prepped directly to Foxtrot.” The figure moved away and was gone. Kala thought the voice strange, and had tried unsuccessfully to get a look at the figure.
Then the ugly old officer addressed the load bearers, repeating the orders given her. The load bearers then began checking uniform nameplates.
“This one is Reav…” They skipped past Kala, because she was nude and it was easier to read a nameplate than scan the small ID laser print on the marine’s necks.
“And here’s Kala.” Said the orderly standing over Jenna. What? Kala was puzzled. Her thoughts sluggish. Something about the space suits she was trying to remember.
Jenna (thought to be Kala) and Reav were rolled back towards the main quarantine area and were gone in a moment. Kala and Aral were moved to be wheeled down the side passage.
“Wait a moment.” The old crone lifted her hand and the men paused. She moved between the two stretchers, then turned to Kala. Leaning over, Kala was washed with putrid breath. The wrinkled figure extended a skinny arm down onto the sheet covering Kala.
“So young and beautiful” The officer croaked softly so that only Kala could hear. Then the cold hand was beneath the sheet. its scaly palm dragging across her hard tan tit. Kala wanted to move, speak, anything. But could not. The arthritic fingers popped and creaked as they rubbed and kneaded the firm marine tit flesh. The smooth young skin. Kala was filled with disgust and revulsion. She wanted to squirm away, hide away into a hole in the wall, anywhere but here. It took some time for the hand to cover the distance across the huge orb, finally reaching the girl’s nipple. Kala was humiliated that it had already grown hard and sensitive. The old hag pinched and pulled and twisted the meaty nipple. Relishing the feel of her buxom toy.
The ancient human then leaned further, placing her aged lips down onto Kala’s. Kala’s eyes looked into the horrid wrinkled and powdered face. The lecherous hag kissed her passionately. The chapped great-grandmother lips parted, and a slobbering tongue entered Kala’s mouth. The old blotched face wound upon Kala’s beautiful face. Twisting and grinding their kiss together. Kala’s wide open eyes were filled with the haggard vision of the old woman’s gray skin hanging in small folds off her ancient face. The decrepit tongue found Kala’s own tongue, rubbing it and circling it like a lover.
Then Kala felt the witch’s other hand moving between her legs. It had snaked under the bottom of her hospital sheet. The bony claw moving shakily upwards past Kala’s slightly parted knees. Scraping alongside the young hard inner thighs. Kala quivered as her sensitive inner thighs were stimulated by the brushing contact. The searching talon was within moments of reaching Kala’s bare shaved pussy.
“Ma’am” The hag lifted her face from Kala’s. Cream hued saliva hung thickly from black rotten teeth, stretching downward into Kala’s mouth, coating the girl’s tongue. The orderly was taken aback from the gap toothed visage.
He was wearing a tiny headset.
“Ma’am, these patients are expected at the next station. They are calling for them.” He was nervous, addressing a superior officer.
Konjit walked carefully through the space station.. Her heeled black boots reached past her calves, but were comfortable and easy to walk in. It was that she had been working near two and a half full work cycles on the Chelsea, and was extremely tired. Now she was standing before a burly security man. The tube towards her transient quarters on this station was blocked, it was a much longer walk to take another way. He was being downright militant about it.
“The electrical fire is out now ma’am, but it’s not cleared for use yet. Only official use.” The ‘guard’ eyed the slim beauty before him. She was so fine. Long and slim, with delicate arms and hands. Her slender fingers would be just perfect wrapped around his penis he thought. Konjit’s face was angular at the cheeks and jaw. Her nose straight and thin. Truly a natural beauty, very little make up was needed. Her big dark eyes pouted up at him. He was sure he could swim in those deep eyes.
Konjit’s breasts were only a B cup. But they stood strongly up, pointing straight ahead. Working most of her life in low-g space stations and ports, gravity had not even tugged downwards upon her chest. They were like twin brown springboards standing about 4 inches out horizontal above her ribs and slim waist. As Sium-7 was not available to the public, she had to follow the vigorous exercise regimen to counteract the atrophy of muscle and bone in weightlessness. Her defined thigh and calf leg muscles showed that she took this seriously. Bodily break down could cause a person their job, landing them on some back world who knows where.
“I am here on an official investigation of the incident upon the Chelsea.” Konjit’s voice was a fatigued monotone. She held out her 2nd degree Investigator ID on its cord around her neck. The man took hold of it, taking care not to yank it as it was still looped over the girl’s neck. Konjit could see that he was reading her name upon the badge.
“Okay miss. You can go ahead. There are some dark sections and hanging wires, but they are all powered down. There should be no damaged ‘live’ wires.” Konjit was a bit taken aback. Her ID had never gotten her past any thing before. Her book club card carried more clout as far as she could figure. But she was not going to turn down this good fortune. The guard was probably misinformed, and she wasn’t going to hang around for him to get a clue. She needed to reach her bed.
The tube she entered was about 10 feet high and 10 feet wide. It extended between this station module and another. This space station was very large, having many globular modules, and many connecting walk tubes. This one was about a half mile long. The 10 by 10 area that was used by people was surrounded by additional areas containing tubes for power, and other things. Service areas and structural supports. The entire tube was closer to a 30 foot diameter. Konjit turned to wave goodbye, and caught the man staring at her ass. She choose to ignore that and moved on, blushing on the inside.
Windows provided some light from outside, most of the lighting still worked as well. Konjit was approaching the damaged section, which was near the middle of the walk tube. The smell of burnt rubber, and the smell of something else, something weird. Konjit could not identify the odor wafting down. Despite the guard’s claim that their were no exposed live wires, she could see the flashing and cackling of shorts ahead in the mess. She was feeling that something was wrong as she continued on, now stepping over some small debris in her boot heels, and pushing a thick wire or two out of her way. That odd smell was growing stronger, Konjit decided that she thought it to be organic. A damaged sewage pipe?
The passage was darker here, shadowy. Her supple dancer’s legs avoiding a hole in the floor, long legs stretching sexily. She stopped then. She knew what the ‘wrong’ feeling had been that she was feeling. Her eyes had still been reading her surroundings, but her brain had not been concentrating. This damage was deliberate.
The movement in front of her was accompanied by a low breathing sound. Obscured by shadows, the movement was accentuated by the pulling of wires and the long hose which ran along this part of the passage. Konjit stopped, under a bright working passage light. Her first instinct to hide, but she was in plain view.
“Who is there?” Konjit’s voice cracked. Or WHAT was there?
Again movement, then additional movement over her left shoulder above the walkway. Something was in the service area up there. A low steady croaking came from the direction she had first sensed movement. Konjit rubbed her hands over her slim hips in a circular motion. She hunched her shoulders forward with the first feelings of fear. This pushed her plump breasts together. Konjit had never operated a weapon or cared to operate one. She had never been in a dark ‘alley’ like this before. With one or more unknown entities standing before her. If only she had one now!
With a screeching crash, metal and fiberglass bent and snapped above her. She looked up to see a pincer claw shaped like that of a crab, but as large as her body descend towards her face. It was connected to a scaly appendage that disappeared behind a support structure. It seemed to bend back towards the direction of the breathing / croaking she had heard.
Konjit let out a short scream of surprise / terror and stepped backwards. The croaking sounded loudly and forcibly as the pincer struck at her with the speed of a cobra. The flooring section to which Konjit had retreated collapsed just as the pincer snapped upon her. Her falling form was caught in the air. The scaled claw closed with force enough to clip her body into two parts, but caught only the front of Konjit’s shirt, holding it fast. Thus the lithe girl hung from the claw above a drop into the service section below the walkway.
The croaking / grunting creature emerged from the deep shadows as it moved towards her. its head coming from the direction she had first sensed movement. It was hideous, conical eye stalks, and maw lined with finger length knife-like teeth. its other pincer arm was wrapped around another steel beam to her right. (Where it would be in the shadows out of sight until too late) The beast was unable to bring it immediately to bear on her helpless body because it had underestimated the structural strength of the beam, which was taking many seconds to buckle. its arm span was more than the 30 foot diameter of the walk tube!! Konjit panicked when she began to be lifted and carried in the direction of the approaching hungry maw.
Hurriedly, she began to undo the fastens of her shirt. The top one at her neck, the next between her collarbones. She dangled in the air, the pincer pulling her forward as the scorpion shaped alien’s main body scurried laboriously through the wreckage and clutter towards its prey. Konjit glanced at the slobbering beast, saw how it salivated with its eyes trained on its Indian flavored succulent dish. The third fasten came open, pulling her collar so that the tops of her cleavage came into view. She could not reach that part of her shirt locked in the beast’s grip, so quickly moved her hands to her bottom fastens. Konjit’s navel was exposed as the bottom fasten let loose.
She wasn’t going to make it. The maw opened and prepared to bite into her. Another fasten, then another which Konjit knew would be the last she would be able to open before she was fatally attacked. Her athletic brown belly looked absolutely delicious to the creature as it decided to make that its first mouthful. Ripping, as her shirt, now held together only by a few fastens (most of which had been crushed by the pincer) gave way. Konjit fell to the walkway in front of the truck sized alien. Her jade colored bra stunningly beautiful against her tan brown skin. Her shirt hung empty in the closed pincer above her.
With a grinding, the other support gave way, and both pincers moved to crush the dancer girl. Rolling desperately, Konjit avoided them as they crashed together. However her blind flight carried her back to the broken walkway section and she tumbled over the edge. She did not drop the few feet into the service section’s wires and metal boxes. She was dangling from wires that both of her boots were caught between!! Her feet were still right at the lip of the collapsed section, in easy reach of the alien!! Her long body was hanging upside down, her grapefruit sized tits nearly escaping the top of her bra.
The gargantuan creature was at the lip! Summoning all her courage, Konjit executed a sit-up with her strong stomach muscles, which brought her face to face with the gruesome thing. Thick creamy spittle dripped from its teeth, splashing onto her chest to drip into the valley of her cleavage and wet her bra. She saw its entire form now. It had a scorpion like tail which arched above its head, but sported a dozen long tails not one. They were as thick as 2 liter bottles along their length, narrowing to the width of a soda can at the ends, and ended in suction cups instead of stingers.
It was contemplating its shirtless prize, her beautiful face, long hair, and hard tits. Then Konjit reached her boots with her hands as it decided it was time to strike. The zippers along the insides of her boots opened easily. The alien bit toothily into her empty footgear as she fell barefoot through the air. It howled its rage even before she landed. Which she did hard and painfully into station equipment some 8 feet below the walkway. She was stunned by the impact, splayed arms and legs akimbo. She was granted a few seconds recovery time as the beast lashed about in frustration. Evidently it wasn’t overly concerned with trashing the walk tube to the point of puncturing the outer wall. Konjit, was concerned by this, as she had no space suit, and was becoming more and more naked.
The 12 tailed scorpion began tearing away everything between itself and its sexy target. Steel, and fiberglass, and compound plastic snapped and bent as it pursued her. After a couple minutes it cornered her. Pitifully hiding behind a refrigerator sized box, her legs were visible. The chase was over. The long thin bitch had more coming to her than she could imagine in any nightmare. The alien dispatched two of its long tails upon her. They sped forward at blurring speed, then punched at the crotch of her pants, the material bursting instantly. Both tails plummeted inwards, their width expanding gradually (ripping the pants wider) as they buried themselves deeper into the crotch. 14 inches from the tip, they were as thick as 2 liter bottles. Each appendage delved one foot into the form, then two feet, then three feet deep.
The alien monster had not bit her as she had expected it too. Konjit watched it from her vantage point employ its other tails, ripping her pants to tiny shreds. Exposed were the high frequency current wires that she had placed her pants over. It was time for her to move. With a gymnastic leap, Konjit stepped from a fallen object, moved through the air, and grabbed a hold of the walkway above.
The enraged predator whirled to see her hanging by the arms from the walkway in her bra and panties. The jade panties were of the same color as her bra. They were cut high up each hip, showcasing her voluptuous athleticism. They dwindled nearly to a g-string across her ass, and was tight against her slightly protruding pubic mound in the front. Konjit’s sexy body was stretched downwards in a devastating display. Her long legs, trim but hard muscled thighs, calves, and buttocks. Her lower ribs accentuated her washboard stomach. It attacked, tails and claws striking at her. Konjit gracefully kicked herself up onto the walkway, the claws snapping and the tails whipping through the air she had been in a moment ago.
Up on the walkway, Konjit raced away down the destroyed passage. Her clawed assailant was slow to follow, having great difficulty moving through the carnage of its own design. She tempered her flight, reasoning that so long as she did not fall into an unseen pit or otherwise stumble she would not be caught. Moving quickly and safely through the shadowy wreckage, the sounds of her pursuer fell farther and farther behind.
She would have to go through quarantine. Damn!
“Aaghh**”
Konjit was abruptly yanked from the walkway by a tentacle like wire wrapped around her neck. Her hands shot reflexively to her throat trying to loosen that which had cut off her breathing. She hung in the air by her neck, her legs kicking and breasts bouncing in her pale green lingerie. Her fingers fell not upon the material of a wire, but something organic…scaley.
Slowly, fearfully, Konjit looked up above her. Into the horrific vision of the face of another of the scorpion aliens! It gazed at her and tightened the noose about her neck. Veins swelled at her temples and forehead, while the girl’s eyes bulged. More of the long tails dropped down beside her and began rubbing and caressing her soft skin. One twined itself around her long ‘dancer’s’ leg. Another around her tight waist. Both began squeezing her rhythmically.
The smell of rotten fish poured out of its face to wash over Konjit. She would have wretched if her throat wasn’t strangled shut. Her face began to turn blue. Her fingers working more and more desperately trying to peel the massive appendage from her neck.
A tentacle worked itself under the front strap of her bra, and pushed up between her tits. Another fastened its sucker ending onto her pubic mound and pulled, stretching her delicate underwear away from her body. Three more tentacles immediately moved against her cunt. Rubbing around her pussy and clit. The charge of pleasure from her groin competed for her attention with her slow strangulation.
Additional tentacles found there way inside Konjit’s bra, encircling her tits, squeezing their plumpness. The bra was shortly torn away, falling over the edge of the walkway and disappearing into the shadows below. Her nipples now exposed, two sucker tipped tails latched onto both of them and began a tremendously powerful, painful, suction. Five tentacles molested Konjit’s defenseless breasts. One pumping itself between her cleavage, two wrapped around each mammary, squeezing brutally, and two sucking furiously upon her nipples distended by the vacuum cleaner like pressure.
Konjit’s blood was pounding in her ears, but she thought she heard sounds behind her. The other beast? A rescue team? The sounds were gone a moment later, or had they never been?
Her panties were next torn from her form. A tentacle pressed itself against her pussy. Ever increasing pressure, until it gained entry. The thickness pushed harshly between Konjit’s slim hips. The penetration sent shivers throughout the length of her body. A suction tip was placed against her clit. Synapses transferred the pleasure like lightning to Konjit’s brain.
The alien was drawn by these erotic signals bouncing within her head. And closed its toothy maw down upon her. Konjit’s vision went black as she was encased from the neck up in the hot humid mouth of the creature. What little breath it was allowing her to draw, now became putrid as she was forced to adjust to an existence within its jaws. The scorpion aliens empathic abilities were that it could feast on the climactic feelings of its victims by biting and consuming their heads at the moment of orgasm.
So that it increased the fucking intensity between Konjit’s legs. Pushing deeper, 6 inches, then 8 inches, 10 inches. Rapid jabbing her cervix. With a sudden punch, another tentacle went spelunking up Konjit’s tight ass. Her back arched spastically at the brutal intrusion. Her cries muffled from within the beast’s mouth.
Fondled and manipulated mercilessly, Konjit’s tit’s began forcefully lactating. Contributing to her building climax.
The skillful alien continued its asphyxiation, starving her brain for oxygen, magnifying the magnitude of her approaching orgasm so that it would likewise maximize the ‘taste’ of its victim’s death. Seasoning her orgasm with pain, of course, was always preferred.
Deeper it fucked her pussy. Pounding painfully into her body. Smashing inch after inch. Moving ever deeper in a sex finale that would destroy the female in the process of consummating her. The anal rape knew no limits, seeking ever further recesses to stretch wide and deep. Konjit’s ass was forced wider and wider open as the massive tentacle plunged an additional 4 inches into her with each thrust. The unceasing stimulation of pussy, clit, tit and nipple pushed Konjit over the edge. She shook, vibrating her entire body in the throes of ecstasy. Her cum cream streamed and flowed. The creature timed her asphyxiation with the onset of her climax, she was unable to willingly attempt to try to control her orgasm as she passed out.
The jaws closed for the last time upon Konjit’s neck. Death came extremely painfully. The head exploded violently, splashing its contents. The brain bursting and boiling then melting into a cerebral goop.
“Come On! Come On!”
Konjit opened her eyes with difficulty. They seemed to be caked with some plasmic substance. With inexorable slowness, her senses began to come around. She was laying down on her back. Wasn’t she? She seemed to be.
A female form was hovering in the air above her. Kneeling beside her? That would make more sense. Konjit agreed with herself that the woman was kneeling beside her. Now looking down at her.
“Are you there? Come on huh!”
This woman was wearing ill fitting clothing. Her face showed deep scratches that were about a day old. Under the clothing, could be seen…a silvery uniform suit? She had tremendous tits. Absolutely huge. A blaster weapon was in her hand, smoking from its muzzle. She was looking up and down the passageway.
“I followed you from the Chelsea. You MUST come with me.”
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