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ManNamedEd [2017-07-05 22:47:05 +0000 UTC]

Oh now this is a great looking scene! Love the look of the character and the peril she is in it fantastic!!

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astrospartus [2017-04-06 05:33:12 +0000 UTC]

Very good work indeed

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snicker1 [2017-04-06 00:10:11 +0000 UTC]

great story thanks for sharing

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Seaquester [2017-02-19 02:40:46 +0000 UTC]

Damn! Great looking image, and Eva's story was just the incredibly sexy icing on this cake. Nice job.

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ToomassArt [2017-02-14 14:20:56 +0000 UTC]

Nice! Has a H.M. feel it..

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Bob2d2 [2017-02-07 13:27:16 +0000 UTC]

Wow!  What a way to go!  Just a pity that she wasn't in a vaccuum when her faceplate was ripped off...  

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beancoolers09 [2017-02-06 16:28:12 +0000 UTC]

Wow incredible image !!!! Love the great details and her expression is priceless! But according to Eva's incredible story it's worth 3 Billion Credits hahahahah 

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666markofthebeast666 [2017-02-06 10:39:11 +0000 UTC]

"Wha?! NO!!" Tygress screams as her nubile body is swept off the floor by a writhing mass of pustule covered tentacles. She tries to fight, extruding monowire blades from her forearm vambraces but lopping off a few of the disgusting tentacles seems to have no effect whatsoever. Whatever is sending them through the overhead ventilation passage seems to have an effectively unlimited number and in moments her limbs are immobilized and her luscious hardbody is compressed in a way that she would find delicious were it not so utterly terrifying. 

For an instant she's afraid that she's going to be crushed to death, and she closes her eyes, trying to make her peace with it. "It's not fair!" She thinks. "I was so close to completing my mission! I was going to live and now..." At that moment the creature's true intention makes itself felt as it tears her vaginal and anal control phalluses out of her hyperstimulated body and discards them. 

"NO!" Tygress screams as the thing's tentacles writhe into her young body and she begins to climax as the throbbing, muscular masses covered in bumpy nodules crush into her womanhood and tight asshole. On her helmet HUD she can see that her nervous system is lit up like a traffic jam and half expects her heart to explode from a combination of agony, combat stimulants, and uncontrolled orgasm. 

"Control, kill me!" She moans into her helmet mic, deciding that anything is better than being raped to death by whatever this creature is, though her eyes widen in fear as the response comes back.

"Negative, Tygress," Comes the cruelly indefferent voice of Madame R, her ruthless controller. The fact that Madame R was anything but cruel and indifferent towards Tygress as she briefed her on her mission last night in her private quarters over wine and a bearskin rug is not lost on the young operative. 

"The sensories of your death at the hands of that thing are going to sell for millions, maybe billions of credits on the intergalactic snuff-porn market, and the video we're getting from your monitoring drones is truly incredible. Just try to enjoy your last few minutes of life. That's an order, agent!" 

Tygress squeezes her eyes shut, tears forming, as she thinks that things couldn't possibly get worse, but mere seconds pass before her lovely blue eyes flutter open again in horror as a loud popping sound that seems to be coming from inside her head alerts her to the fact that the creature is tearing off her helmet. 

"NO! NOOOOOO!!!" Tygress screams, her pussy clenching spastically around the enormous tentacle that has shoved itself far too deeply inside her. Then her faceplate is gone, torn off by the thing's mucus-filled suckers, and her mouth is filled with tentacle and slime that tastes like raw oysters and chlorine. 

"MMMFFF!!! MMMMFFFFFF!!!" The beautiful young woman manages as the pink tentacles plunge into every orifice she has, drawing her inexorably towards the ventilation shaft from which they've been extruded. She writhes in the throes of a powerful and wholly involuntary orgasm as she cries bitter tears of agony and betrayal, her last few moments in the corridor being recorded by her two monitoring drones. The expression of sadness, horror, disappointment, and resignation on her lovely face in the last moment before she vanishes into the vent and the terrible fate that awaits her will be one of the top trending images on the intergalactic snuff porn subweb over the course of the next three weeks, and will ultimately net the Space Pirate fleet more than three billion credits. Ironically the sales of the sensies and videos of her death net the Space Pirate fleet more credits than they expected to get from her mission, so in recognition of her brilliant performance, Tygress' last mission is posthumously declared successful in the records of the Space Pirate fleet.

THE END? 

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