"May His sleep be long and deep!" thundered the response."In His house beneath the sea," Dread Kathool lies dreaming." Oh mighty Kathool, accept this ...oul to dance through Your dreams, and when at last it has been absorbed into Your substance there shall be others to take its place." In His house beneath the sea, may His dreams never fade," the chorus responded, the words coming slower and deeper until they ended in a drawn out groan.Shantar was close enough now that he could see clearly what. He did say that he had expected him to be back by about now. Vincent told him to send a message to the Constables if he turned up or even better send Paul.They headed to the Constables Office, and they spoke to Chief Investigator Tyrone. Vincent described Frankie and Ulani gave a good description of what Albert now looked like. The inspector wasn’t pleased, as he knew the men they were describing. He had hoped that they had left town.He said unhappily, “We have had complaints and accusations. They drink and revel into the night. And during this time called Halloween...” She paused and then shouted, “THEY BELIEVE IN ME!”Her voice echoed throughout the hall. Then there was silence. A frail voice spoke from the crowd, “But how can we get them to believe in us like they believe in you?”“There are two ways,” she said calmly, sweeping her hand across the crowd. “The first way is to just show up at a Halloween party. People at these parties are already primed with images of things strange. " " Oh, you don't want my cock up your ass?" " No, please don't...." I begged, crying and sobbing. " Are you sure?" " Pleeeeeease......don't" " Ok, your choice." I heard him fumbling with something, then I felt it. Something huge pressing against me. I was terrified. " Wha...what's that, no please don'''" and he shoved it in. It was twice the size of his cock it seemed and my already torn asshole spread even farther when he rammed it deep into my anal canal. It filled me up so much I almost.