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Halstead remembered being in a Presbyterian church as a non-voting Youth Caucus observer. He sat in a balcony with the other delegates, gazing down at the Redstone Presbytery’s arcane political shenanigans. These took place in the sanctuary of a large regional chuch, with ministers sitting in the pews normally occupied by their parishioners. A congregation of crows, some in dog collars, most in black suits with black shirts and black ties, their faces serious, their business worldly. What bills to pay, which to defray, and how best to raise money were their concerns. Each group had driven hours, miles to get there.

Observers had to climb to the balcony. Halstead had taken a front pew while the others chose back ones, the better to play tic-tac-toe or thumb wrestle, to chit-chat and otherwise find ways to pass the mind-numbing time.

Beside Halstead, the only other person at the balcony’s front, sat a young woman with classical features. She was, in profile, stunning, as if a painting of the madonna sans child had materialized. Halstead amused himself by imagining her to be the Virgin Mary, slumming. Her limpid gaze, root-beer brown, watched the proceedings with detached amusement. This was the first trait that drew Halstead’s attention other than her continental profile. Read more »

The werm has her lay down on his beach chair while he gets his associates and the two breeders he made. The chair was in fact made of werms, and tentacles creeped under the hooded figure’s cloak and dissolved, exposing her unusual body to everybody on the beach. Many fine tendrils stroke her rising cock up and down her shaft gently, applying enough pressure to agitate her but not give release. Blood rushed to her face from arousal and embarrassment as the chair violated her in broad daylight. More tentacles squeezed her calves against her thighs, as the splayed her open, exposing her moistened slit and anus. Her arms were pulled above her head, firm breasts, and her face. She moaned involuntarily before a thick knobbed tentacle forced its way into her mouth, pumping sweet nectar into her stomach as it thrust rhythmically down her throat, swelling her belly. Many fine tendrils wrapped tightly around her breasts, pulling them out before relaxing and starting the cycle anew, milking her breasts. A large knot of hormones made its way past her jaws before expoding into her stomach, and immediately her chest began to burgeon, digging deep into the tentacles restraining her. Milk welled up and spurted as her breasts continued to grow and be mauled. 3 cup like tentacles latched themselves to her groin and slurped and sucked ravenously, bruising her pussy lips, swelling her cock, and turning her asshole into a puffy wet mess. The tentacles all calmed down and receded save for the one steadily pumping in and out of her throat, leaving her a twitching soppy mess. Her breasts were obscenely huge sacks lolling off of her body, nearly touching the sand as they hanged. Her cock was purple and swollen, leaking precum and twitching, slapping her stomach. Her asshole and pussy were a deep purple and winked hungrily, drooling out slime as she buckled in the chair, desperate to be released from her orgasmic purgatory. Read more »