1. Undead Cosmonaut


    Date: 12/24/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Oral Sex / Blowjob, Cum Swallowing, Horror, Necrophilia, Rape, Reluctance, Author: The Midnight Shade, Source: sexstories.com

    Yolanda's star ship landed. A salvage operation on the moon. The earth's date was 3004, and she was part of a New America Agency, 'Building a Better America for you and me'. A comet had crashed on the moon and it was her job to check it out. The moon was a restricted surface unless one had reason to be going there. Yolanda was a bit more then just surprised when they asked her to go. She took the job immediately. She had already picked up the comet with her ship. On the bottom of teh wide ship is a claw that is to pick up debris and large objects in the way and store them on the ship. But her reason for landing in this particular area was obviously not the comet. No, she spotted a ship. An old green oval with a large antena and setting on four legs. there was a big ugly door on it and a small circular window. It was old, unseasonably old. On the side of the craft was a red crossed hammer and sickle. "Soviet Union." she mouthed, a finger on her soft light watermelon lips. Her hair was shorter and didn't even touch her shoulders. Freckles crossed her face like a line of blush. Her skin was fair and her hair was an unkempt but straight, a stawberry orange that got a little darker towards the middle. Her eyes were a solid but crystal like, light green. She had a small stature and a thin chin. Her legs were thin but they were firm and tone. Her waist was narrow, however hourglassed to fine wide hips. "An LK Proton Lander. A Soviet design from the early space program of the ...
    Soviet Union. Wow... I can salvage some real valuable parts from that vessal, But first I half to make sure someone didn't already reap it or if it has contaminates." she said with a soft American adapted Irish accent voice. Yolanda slipped into her SFO (Scientific Field Operations) Suit. A suit made with a airtight skin tight material made to resist heat and plasma fire. The exterior door of her ship opened as all gravity suddenly gave. She grasped the sides of her door and gently and slowly hoped out from the shuttle. She listened to her breathing as her feet crinkled against the moons sandy surface. She put foot print after foot print into the moons ground. She could see the door was closed and there were old prints in the ground everywhere. She climbed the steps of the lander and grasped the circular hatch and began to twist it as fast as the gravity would allow. The hatch came to a loud clunking noise as she pulled hard. The door veered open as she climbed inside the vessal. Entering the lander with a flashlight she saw the old ship. Old yet not abandoned. There, in the pilots seat sat a cosmonaut. Lifeless and skin frozen a greyish blue, his facemask was shattered. His eyes were closed, his mouth wide and wretched his suit tattered baggy and and a worn white. She quickly shut the door and walked to the control panel. She could read Russian and could understand the writing. She pressed a button as the lander powered up with a whirling sound. The lights clicked on as many ...
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