The door eased open slowly. Mom stuck her head in, smiled awkwardly, chuckled, then drifted the rest of the way into my room. As was apparently always...the case now, she looked good enough to eat. And then some. She wore a pair of blue socks with fuzzy pink trim, pink panties, and a skimpy blue camisole with pink ribbons at the center and the corners of the two flimsy panels. It didn't even reach her hips. In fact, it covered only a little bit more than her areolas. Her luscious black hair was. The warehouse grows more reposed as the members slowly exit the building while removing their robes. The last one to leave places a fire-retardant blanket over the ritual pit before turning the lights off.Soon, nothing but the occasional rattling from the wind outside and rumbling of the steel resounds inside. Cold stillness fills the warehouse, until...Buyo...buyo...A round blue gelatinous slime the size of a baseball rustles the blanket as it slithers out from the fire pit. It makes strange. . and the lewd sight of his huge, blood-swollen penis moving into her virginal pussy, the shock of immediate pain... and then the breaking of her hymen and his merciless sawing back and forth while the pleasure drove her nearly insane.How could she lie here now and even admit that she had liked it? But she had! The revelation that she had liked it, had liked the attention from Stan, had liked the comradeship from the others -- all this bothered her more than the smaller amounts of guilt her. I gag her anyway, with a towel from the nightstand within my reach.I look hungrily at her chest and she realizes her nipples are still erect. I begin to lightly caress them through the shirt and a whimper escapes from behind her gag. She feels my erection against her stomach. She tries to convince herself it is pure terror that makes her squirm under me and make high, soft noises in her throat. I let up on her arms with my knees but immediately capture her wrists in my hands and uses them to.