Where the road crosses the Canal du Midi, she slowed to enjoy the sights, gazing at and loving the long lines of ancient trees that shade the canal. N...w in the spring, the foliage was beginning to soften the angular lines of the branches and to leaf out the remains of trees that had been polled to encourage new growth. All along the 312, there were groups of new homes being built. At the rondpoint outside Cap d'Agde, she turned left.At the gate to Heliopolis she waved to the guard. She fed the. She was on her back, and a priest with a hideous tribal mask was atop her. His phallus had entered her body. She felt her vagina-temple contracting. She accepted that she was the sacrifice. Her reward was pleasure beyond belief! Her body was undulating. She wrapped her legs around the temple priest and began screaming. “Fuck me! James! Make me your sacrifice!” she screamed. Priest after priest sacrificed her on the altar of pleasure. * Sherri was led to a place in the center of the room.. You wouldn't guess it with the 45-foot high ceiling, but it's true. The creature was a damn good audio technician. Another one of its many talents..." Matt said idly. It had been a week of Earth time since the Porto event. Kathy and Matt had dropped into a habit of jumping home for 64 seconds at the dawn of each day, and relaxing there for three days of play and combat practice. They were scheduled to return in 9 hours of local time, or 8 seconds of Earth time. They were about to head off to. "I borrowed it from my station manager," she explained. "He would have carried me here piggy back if I'd asked. The overnight Neilson's showed our veiwership up over fifteen percent, with me as the reason."Most of what she said was over my head but I figured it must be good."Congratulations," I said.She nodded. "Thanks, but you its your fault you know." Nah, all I did was help you remember how talented you really are. Now sit down and relax," I said.She obediently sat down on the chair I.