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Enter Sectian

Enter Sectian

by DiscipleN

((I'm always on the lookout for fresh, arousing concepts. I'd hate to wear out my current fetishes by over indulging them. I am typically interested in ridiculous fetishes, especially ones involving power imbalances.

This is an insect dub-con story, and I have trouble believing there is actually an audience for a such a disgusting tale. Yet evidence - mostly cheap videos of women getting raped by insects - or consenting to fornicate with them, are not difficult to find. I've found only a few text stories so far. Therefore I had to write one.

YOUR mileage will certainly vary. You Have Been WARNED. Burn your computer NOW!))

Chapter 1

Pamela Dragen hated walking home after work. It was three blocks to the bus stop, and sometimes the buses wouldn't stop. The neighborhood stank of sewage and garbage. Trash ambled along the sidewalk from gusts of wind, a cold wind which brought little relief from the stink.

The coldest winds blew from the river, through the city's butchering district. She gagged frequently while hurrying to the stop. A black purse dangled from her left shoulder. In her right hand, she carried a bulging plastic, shopping bag.

A rat in her path stopped her. It was big, nearly opossum size. What made her cringe worse than the sight of the fat rodent, was the cockroach it was chewing on. The roach was even larger than the rat! And it wasn't dead. It writhed under the rat's greedy bites, it's chitin crying out piteous ...

... squeaks. The rat's swift jaws made slight crunches as it ate the incredible meal as fast as possible.

Bright headlights lit the horrid scene for a second. Pamela was running late. She lurched toward the bus stop, skirting around the grotesque feast and dashing for a graffitied bench with a roof.

There, a curled figure had contorted himself around bench armrests designed to prevent laying along the seats. His body twitched but he was completely unconscious. Successive headlights lit up his worn sneakers and torn army jacket. His jeans were nearly new. A box of Chinese food lay on its side next to his knotted knees. Chow mein spilled out like vomit.

Halfway into the box was another of the fantastic roaches, a tad smaller than the first!

Pamela dropped the white bag she'd been carrying. She screamed when the bus hit its breaks and stopped before her. The stop's only illumination came from the bus's interior lights. The box's shadow hid the rapacious insect.

The door opened slowly. Pamela wanted to pound on them to hurry them up! She ducked to grab her bag and leaped up the stairs, slapping her transit card on the fare charging panel. A big latino woman frowned from the large driver's seat. "You okay, Ma-am?"

"Close the doors! Close'm, please!" Gods, she prayed the bug wouldn't follow her! Pamela darted down the isle, spinning to be sure it hadn't entered the vehicle.

"Crazy night people, one after another." The driver mumbled, closed the doors, and let her ...