1. Enter Sectian Ch. 2


    Date: 12/2/2023, Categories: Fantastic , Bestiality, Drug, Female solo, Masturbation Monster, Reluctance Written by women Author: DiscipleN 

    ... She found one in her left pant leg and ripped it out, hurling the bug as far as she could. She heard its wings flutter and fade.

The man crushed the one he'd removed.

Finally she kicked off her shoes and shucked her pants. She dared to stand up, grabbing a cement block for support, not rushing. Pamela stood in black lingerie before the homeless man. His eyes scanned every inch. His expression remained anxious. He wasn't scoping her out except for roaches. Pamela swallowed a lot pride then. "Th-thank you."

"Turn around and spread your arms and legs."

She complied, but he didn't mention any bugs. She asked, "Where is this?"

"It's a cement proving yard. There's a lose bottom edge of the fence. He pointed. I snuck through it before they came." The classic chain link fence couldn't stop individual roaches, but it must have forced most of the swam to fly around it. The blocks made excellent cover from any bugs which careened through the links.

"Did you see my purse?"

The man gulped and went to a nearby block. "If you're gonna call the cops, I'll run. They'll think I attacked you. Please tell them otherwise." He picked up the purse and handed it over.

Pamela took it. "Sure. Is the worst is over? Tell me it's over." She began checking its contents. Only the pepper spray was missing.

He sniffed the air before answering. "For tonight, yes."

Awkwardness sprang between them.

"I'm Pamela." She considered offering a hand but thought better of ...
    ... it.

"Jurgen, Ma-am." He gave a brief wave.

"How do you know about these things?" Pamela remember him claim that they weren't cockroaches. He'd yelled they'd ruined his life!

He looked at his feet - fell silent.

"I shouldn't pry."

He shook his head, agreeing.

Pamela picked up her coat, separated the white blouse from it, and turned it inside-out twice, shaking it each time. No bugs. She examined her blouse just as thoroughly. One bug, trapped in the sleeve was eager to leave when exposed to the air. She grimaced and shuddered. "Is this going to happen every night at dusk?"

"I don't know. The swarm is growing, but they aren't adapted to North American predators. He pointed up. She understood then that he knew a lot about the possibly, invasive insects.

Several crows swirled in the sky. The bugs were large enough, in some cases, to be seen dangling from their beaks. Black wings contrasted well against the twilight sky. They were having a feast. The man said. "When it's fully dark, bats will continue the hunt."

Cringing, Pamela put the pepper spray stained blouse over her arms. It stung her skin but being naked stung worse. She buttoned it up and then began investigating her pants.

"Why are some huge and others small?"

"They have a complex life cycle. Most insects have three stages of maturity. These 'sectoids' have seven."

"Sectoids?" It sounded like stupid, sci-fi gobbledygook.

"Sorry, it's a silly term. I made it up, hoping my colleagues would laugh ...
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