1. Enter Sectian Ch. 3


    Date: 3/30/2024, Categories: Fantastic , Bestiality, Drug, Female solo, Masturbation Monster, Reluctance Written by women Author: DiscipleN 

    ... didn't know what to think. It felt worrisome, but she knew that the worst thing that the parent of an adult child could do, was to be overprotective and invasive. She knocked. "Are you awake yet?"

"Oh, Momma! I'm sorry. I'm gonna stay here a little more." The excitement in her almost squeak of a voice actually embarrassed Pamela.

"I was about to start breakfast, but that can wait a few minutes. You have fun."

"Okay."

Red-faced but humored, Pamela went to see about a bug. Spray can in hand, Pamela peered into every gap between and behind every item in the kitchen. She was wearing big panties and a knee length, polyester robe, its sash cinched with a bowknot. She tried to remember what Jurgen Cambria had said about the species. It was native to marshes in Iraq. She figured it would like damp places, and her cheap apartment was built to deliver. It had plenty of leaky pipes. She couldn't afford to run their central air unit except on the hottest days.

After searching the kitchen, Pamela went to the bathroom. It wasn't under the sink. She closed its cupboard doors and went to the towel closet.

ZZZzzzzz!!! A bug the size of baseball flew directly at her, the moment she opened the closet! She was too close to react in time. It struck her breast bone and scurried inside her robe!

Pamela shrieked, stumbled backwards, tripped on a rug and fell on her ass. Her head struck the rug! The back of her skull took a mighty blow, and she lay there not quite unconscious. ...
    ... She strived to continue screaming but her voice wouldn't work. Her hands flailed uselessly when they needed to tear off her robe and swat the bug from her body! The spray can had fallen next to her and had rang like a bell against the hard tiles which her head luckily avoided.

Bleary, dazed, and frantic, Pamela gurgled and writhed. She felt the sectoid's tiny claws scramble up her left side, having encountered the tight ring of robe secured by its sash around her midriff. She hoped it was trying to get out, but that hope mingled with fear, panic, and a dozen other emotions racing through her disjointed mind.

"Adeline..." Was the only recognizable word that escaped her mouth. It was too soft of a cry to get attention. Had the mother been able to think clearly, she would have been concerned by why her primal scream hadn't already drawn the daughter out of her room.

The she felt the bug climb under her left armpit. Its bulky body didn't bulge her robe as much in that crevice. Its head had jammed deep. Pamela's panic level increased, making the mess of thoughts in her mind swirl faster. Pamela' breaths were like a speeding steam engine.

"AA!" She squeaked involuntarily from a sudden pain in that armpit, as if the bug had bit her or had tangled in one of the hairs there. Pamela had never liked the idea of shaving what nature had evolved to protect with hair. She did trim her pits and crotch, balancing neatness and comfort.

She squeaked again from a sharp tickle. Her ...
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