Enter Sectian Ch. 6 - Sex Stories

Enter Sectian Ch. 6

... Pamela began sobbing, sitting on the inside ledge of the bath. Ineffective douche fluid drained away below her open thighs. She dropped the emptied douche bag and cried profusely. The pressure in her lower abdomen was firm but not painful. She shed tears for behaving so stupidly!

What in all the hells would she tell the ER staff? Pamela didn't know that ER doctors see sights of sexual depravity, abuse, and injury, each day, which would flatten a gospel choir. Whatever lie she told them would have been accepted as long as they could perform their crucial work.

Next, the worse thing that the violated woman could imagine, occurred. The front door opened, and Adeline entered their home, calling brightly. "Momma! I did good work today!"

She found her silent mother in the bathroom, sitting on the tub, faced away from the door. "Momma?

Pamela's broken spirit was obvious in her broken but bitter words. "H-honey, you're very wrong -- about the b-bug in our home. It's definitely not female."

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Adeline sensed her mother's profound sadness but was unable to imagine the extent of trauma. She did her best to please, day after day, after the day that Pamela was bred by a raping insect. When the adult-girl's attempts to brighten her mother's spirit, failed, powerful empathy drew upon Pamela's deep suffering, and the daughter fell into depression.

Adeline knocked on Adeline's door. "Honey, get up! You'll miss breakfast, and you'll make your manager sad if you're late ...

... for work."

The broken mother had forced herself to go to work after suffering the sectoid's cervical injections. She had to show a facade of self-discipline and responsibility, as an example to her daughter.

Her work nights of forced conviviality and fake socializing surprised Dale Sykes, Show Her's manager and Pamela's boss. She sold more drinks than she had in weeks. Her secret weapon was pure hatred.

She saw all men as rapists and violators. They hid their criminal passions behind generous gestures, fancy suits, and by waving lots of money around. Two could play that game, and she teased and taunted like never before, reveling in her power over them!

"Keep this up, and I'll give you a raise and more time off!" Her boss had beamed after three nights of top sales.

She had thanked him stoically and went home. Exiting the club, the bouncer, Michael, had grinned his black mouth from ear to ear. His teeth shined like polished marble. "I heard you're killing it in there!"

"Not the right killing." She answered grimly and marched to the bus stop, not caring if she was mugged or swarmed by rodents of extraordinary size.

"I don't want to get up! I feel real bad. I think I'm getting my period again."

"May I come in?" Despite personal depression, Pamela prioritized the health and happiness of her wonderful daughter, even the adult girl was acting less than wonderful. She sensed that Adeline needed her. And it was nigh impossible for her daughter to be menstruating ...