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Chapter 7

Unaware that his own daughter was literally masturbating to the thought of him, Steven Richards would have actually preferred to be dealing with that issue, as forbidden and twisted as it might come across.

It was a lot safer than his current task, and if he knew the way that his daughter felt, he'd be able to find a way to let her down easy. Dealing with emotional struggles was never an issue for someone who had taken so many long walks with death by his side, and in truth, he had trouble sympathizing with people who had perfectly nice lives, but still complained about small, petty problems...even when those people were his own children.

He made a note to try and be a better father, before setting his mind back to the mission at hand. His lungs took in a full, deep breath, and in the darkness of the middle of the night, he used a very simple magic to cloak the sound of his shoes carrying across the grass, so that none of the guards around the milking plant would be able to hear him.

All of his time, all of his effort, and all of his research were leading up to this moment, and Steven couldn't decide if he was filled with regret over putting his family in danger, or if he was relieved to know that he was finally going to have his chance to take down whoever was in charge of the operation.

The farm and milking plant were nothing more than a front, and Steven already knew that. His boss made it clear in their mission briefing that Steven wasn't to engage the scientists, or anyone who was being forced into the project against their will, but with his family on the line, Steven didn't have the same feelings of sympathy for the innocent that he normally would.

He'd killed innocent people before, as part of the means to an end. Now that he was finally within reach of the facility, he wasn't sure that he'd be able to keep from using the pistol that was hidden in a holster, tied snug to his chest.

"Entry was not detected...repeat, not detected. Large, barbed wire fence surrounds entire field behind the bottling plant up front. I'm traversing the farm now."

Scaling the fence, even with the coils of barbed wire at the top, was no real struggle for an experienced agent. Steven laughed at the memory of his daughter's jab, when she suggested that he was just throwing sawdust on piles of puke. She was still convinced that he was just a janitor for a high end company, and that his employment there was just gainful enough to get past the shame of being a lifelong custodian.

He hoped that one day, he'd be able to tell her the whole truth of what he really did, and how exciting his life was, even if it came at a terrible cost.

"Farm is mostly deserted," Steven whispered into a small recording device. "There's a large building in the back here...stereotypical Midwestern barn. Gonna sneak inside and see if that's where the magic happens."

He was going to send the tapes back to headquarters as soon as he finished the mission, in the hopes that the topography experts would be able to draw up a map of the place based on his descriptions. If they could contain the messier part of a battle to just the farm, they'd be able to minimize innocent casualties, and that thought alone was a large load off of Steven's mind.

His body was being tested more directly, as he had to take quick, choppy steps to avoid sinking into any of the mud that was settling across the fields. Though not in the traditional sense, the land he was standing on really was a farm, and soft, planting soil was all over the place, creating what would have normally been just a mild inconvenience to the seasoned agent. Maintaining a silence spell was a struggle when he was busy trying to trudge through the mud, however, and he was relieved when his boots planted on more solid ground.

There were two guards standing at the front door of the barn, but none standing by the windows. It felt like a massive security flaw, and Steven made sure to check the area behind him, wondering if he'd been set up; it would have been easy for the guards to trick him into taking the wrong entrance, if they knew he was coming.

None of the guards at their posts along the fence even flinched when he began pushing at the window, however, and Steven felt disbelief more than accomplishment when it slid right open for him. "Security is extremely lax. Guards everywhere, but they seem pretty mindless, and they're not heavily armed. A small assault team could bury this place in days."

Fingers clenched onto the ledge of the window as Steven pulled himself up as quietly as he could move. His eyes peeked over the ledge, and inside, he saw the typical contents of a barn: some old, rusted machinery, some stables where animals would rest when the weather was colder, and hay strewn about the floor in no particular pattern.

Among the hay, however, Steven was sure that he saw a handle in the floor, and not seeing any bodies in the barn, he jumped right in. He closed the window as silently as he could to cover his tracks and crept across the barn, maintaining his silence spell just long enough to drown out the heavy, rusted creeeeeeeak of a hidden door.

The handle settled against the concrete floor as Steven pulled it open, and though he wanted to take a little more time to assess his situation, he knew he was working on borrowed minutes. He stepped right in, heading down a set of stairs into the basement under the barn...and an area that was impossibly huge.

"Underground bunker discovered inside of barn. Area appears to stretch under the entire farm," Steven took a few more notes for his recording device as he tried to get a grasp of how far and wide the room really was. Lights dangled from the ceiling along old, troublesome wires, and the bulbs that burned upon them cast just enough light for one to be able to see to the edge of a corner, and no further. The set up was every bit as decrepit as it was creepy, and Steven had to gulp back his better judgment before he continued down the stairs.

There was a very small landing at the bottom of the stairs; an empty, concrete room that had literally nothing in it, and all sides were surrounded by walls, except for the path ahead. Steven took it, no longer worried about using the silencing spell to cover his tracks.

He didn't see anyone around from above, but the building had the feel of a cross-section: He could see all of the walls from his vantage point on the stairs, but it was like being able to gaze into a maze from above, and even just from that glance, he could see that he'd have to start making landmarks if he was ever going to make his way back out.

"Bunker is a maze of some kind," Steven explained. A quick survey of the area revealed it to be bland, at best: each of the walls were the same shade of gray, clearly cut from the same stone, and it seemed to do little more than create pointless hallways. "Creating markers on the walls to indicate paths already taken. If there's a milking facility, it's down here somewhere."

Ever ready and having survived far worse, Steven pulled a pocket knife from one of the small containers on his belt and etched the smallest insignia that he could upon a corner. To the naked eye, it would come across as normal erosion, helping Steven to keep a low profile as he wandered slowly through the mess of old walls and dimly lit hallways, leaving his other hand hovering over the handle of his pistol.

He'd give a question or two before he let the rounds fly, but Steven was struggling desperately with the inner voice that told him to extinguish the lives of everyone inside. They killed Hans...I'm sure they did. They don't deserve to be spared the same fate.

His inner monologue was distracted by the presence of a larger room, and it was refreshing to see something other than narrow, unconsecrated walls. "Small staging area," he whispered as quietly as he could to recording device, assuming that he had to be closer to prying ears at that point. "Shackles on the walls...empty, but recently used. Path goes right. Got a feeling this is what we've been looking for."

Steven took only a moment to examine one set of shackles, and they were still warm to the touch, heated either by human flesh, or perhaps, something a little less than human. Thinking only of revenge then, Steven kept his teeth in a tight grit and jogged quietly down the path to the right. He drew his gun from the holster, and as he turned one last corner, his jaw fell open in shock at what he saw.

A room that was a literal cesspool of depravity sat open in front of him. The lighting was just a little bit better there, though Steven immediately wished it was darker; creatures that were beyond the state of mere werewolves were shackled up to the walls, being milked from both their breasts and their cocks, their faces twisted up in an expression that Steven couldn't discern...it may have been pleasure, or it may have been terrible pain, but their bodies trembled and quaked as they were literally made to give all of their fluids to large collecting tanks.

Some of the luckier patients were being given sexual services for their output, and though they were also chained to the wall, Steven was able to creep a little further down the hall and see desperate, needy females bucking themselves against the males to drain them. Some of them appeared to be pregnant already, as their swollen bellies stuck out through the thick, heavy coats of fur upon them, and others still were clearly trying to become impregnated. Spilled, excess cum sat in puddles upon the floor in front of each male, and many of them were on the verge of passing out from the endless supply of females that they had to satiate.

It was all gut-wrenching for Steven to see, but his heart was ripped right from his chest when he inspected one of the females a bit more closely...still between a human and a werewolf, and now, a pregnant hermaphrodite...Agent Hans was being thrown around on the thick, vein-riddled cock of a horny male, reduced to little more than a slave for his enjoyment.

How Steven kept from unloading his entire clip into the room was a miracle beyond even his own reasoning, but keeping a cooler head proved useful, as he snuck to the very edge of the hallway, staying just outside of the view of anyone in the large room.

In the very middle of the room was a pit, and though Steven couldn't quite see all the way into it, the worst and most transformed of the mutants were kept there. There was an older woman approaching the edge of the pit, and with just one glance, Steven knew the curves of her face.

"Schafer is the ringleader," he uttered into his recording device, as she approached the edge of the pit with a trio of guards, and a prisoner. "My own neighbor is the one behind all of this..."

"I warned you once before about what happens to those who fail me," Steven overheard their conversation, as the guards brought the prisoner, a middle-aged man, to the edge of the pit. "Apparently, I didn't make my point clearly enough. Perhaps this will help you to learn a little obedience?"

All eyes were on the pit, and Steven used that to his advantage as he crept a little closer. Just at the edge, he could see a normal, but naked family of humans standing in the very center, trembling with nerves.

"No, no! Please, I'll do better next time! I swear!"

No amount of pleading or apologizing would sway Ms. Schafer, who gestured to the pit. The mutants within began slathering the poor family with a myriad of different fluids and chemicals, and within instants, their fates were sealed. Breasts and hips swelled with concerning speed, faces contorted and moved further and further away from proper humanity, and unnaturally thick fluids began to spill from every possible orifice as their human forms struggled to handle the intense, powerful chemicals that now controlled their thoughts and actions.

The mutants quickly moved on the women as they transformed, finding them to be far more attractive in their grotesque state. An orgy was quick to ensue, and Steven felt his insides churning as Ms. Schafer pushed the man in to join his family in their fate. "None of them are fit...we need a new host for the goddess...a proper host. The equinox is coming, gentlemen..."

Loyal guards escorted Ms. Schafer out of the room as the wet, messy sounds of a family embroiled in a twisted, forbidden orgy drowned out the rest of the tortured cries of captured individuals. Just a quick tap of his recording device was enough for Steven to capture some of the inhuman screams, and with only minutes to go before the sun came up, he snapped a few more pictures on his smart phone.

"You people need to listen to me, this time," Steven spoke, as he stepped away from the pit. There was a terrible, dark magic permeating the air, and though he assumed it to come from Ms. Schafer herself, there was no way that he could safely be sure. "We need to authorize a strike immediately. Fuck protocol. There are too many lives at stake...something big is getting ready to go down here."

He'd have only a week to convince his superiors that they needed to send a task force, and for some reason, Steven was worried that his pleas would be ignored.

Chapter 8

Between the unusual habits of her daughter, the utter lack of conversation from her son, and the endless paranoia that her husband was spewing, Tandy needed to get out of the house every now and again, and she had to be sneaky about it, to boot.

She felt terrible betraying the better sensibilities of her husband. He refused to mention why, but he was a wreck when he came in the night before, and it was almost the breaking point for Tandy, who saw her husband dripping with sweat, covered in dirt and shaking worse than the feverish body of a sickly child. He was muttering something about their neighbors, and said that they couldn't trust anyone...

...But that somehow wasn't enough to stop Tandy from going next door to confide in Tina, who she truly enjoyed the company of.

"It's a shame that your husband is having such trouble fitting in at the school. From what I understand, most of the new teachers at the high school end up loving it, there!" Tina commented, as she sat upon the long, comfortable couch in the plentiful living room of the Walton household. "It sounds to me like he could really use a hobby to occupy his mind when he isn't at work!"

"All he wants is a drinking buddy, these days," Tandy suggested. "He hits the bottle hard when he gets home, and his ramblings are starting to make less and less sense, but I won't deny that it's made me feel a bit edgy about living here."

Tina cocked a brow defiantly at the mention of alcohol. "Well, it's a good thing he brought his own supply from your old town. Stonebury is a dry city, and the only taverns around serve mostly watered down alcohol, anyway. The town has a proud heritage of being above the influence of such devious substances."

The statement couldn't have been anymore ironic, and if Tandy were to listen more closely to her husband, she might have been able to see right through it, but she was still blinded by the need for female company that wasn't her own daughter.

Albeit nervously, she managed a quick giggle, not wanting to have completely thrown Steven under the bus. "Once he settles in, I'm sure that he'll cut back from the booze. He never used to drink like this at home, honestly...I just think he's stressed out about making this whole experience enjoyable for his family."

"Word around town is that your kids are doing fine," Tina commented. "I don't think he's got much of anything to worry about, and if he really needs another man to chat with about his hobbies, I'm sure my husband would be more than happy to oblige."

"That's very kind of you to offer, Tina. Thank you...though, it isn't just my husband that has some concerns about Stonebury."

Given her recent induction into the dark world of Stonebury, Tina was overly zealous about defending the reputation of the town, and she had to bite back on her own frustration with Tandy's words in order to properly reply.

"What on earth could worry you about this place, Tandy? It's a wholesome, small town with big values and morals. We like things quiet, decent and friendly, and we've got plenty to offer a family like your own."

The wives were sitting on the couch for a discussion during lunch, and though Tandy thought she was sly about removing the cheese from her sandwich, there was no doubt that Tina noticed the gesture. "Is it the kind of place that a young man and woman can grow and flourish into their own lives, though? My son and daughter aren't going to want to live under our roof for much longer. I'm sure that they'd be out already, if they could afford it!"

"Oh, my son, Kyle is the exact same way! I'm sure he'd already be living next door, if he just had the money," Tina replied.

Tandy was nervous to bring up the topic, but since Tina did the work for her, she paused before the next bite of her sandwich and set it on the plate in her lap. "Tina...about that. I'd never dare to ask numbers, but you look so youthful, and Kyle is already a grown man...were you...rather young, when you had him?"

Tina waved a hand dismissively as she swallowed down another bite of her sandwich, and washed it away with a sip of tea. "Tandy, my dear...I get this question all of the time! I was blessed with a youthful complexion, and even as I've aged, I've managed to keep my looks. I barely even use any make-up, for what it's worth!"

"I only hope that I can keep my looks from fading for much longer. Having a pair of kids really added some years to my expression!" Tandy replied, forcing out a laugh at the sentiment so that her question didn't feel so suspicious. "If you don't mind my asking, what's your secret to keeping those good looks?"

An authentic blush slipped along Tina's cheeks as she stood up from the couch and gestured to the wall. Upon it, a series of floating shelves were covered with different trinkets, carved straight from ivory and obsidian rock, taking a number of unique and interesting shapes.

"They're fertility dolls. They're supposed to help with keeping the body youthful and looking beautiful," Tina explained, and as she did, she rested an open palm upon her stomach. "And I can say for a fact that they work, at least, to a point. We're actually expecting our fourth child very soon!"

Unable to know Tina's true age, Tandy did her best to act happy, rather than shocked about the news. "That's wonderful! Congratulations!" she cheered, and she offered an embrace to Tina, who happily returned it. "You and your husband must be quite the busy couple! I have to wonder how you find time to manage that with a few adult children living at home..."

Tina faltered for a moment, but remembered that Tandy was yet to be corrupted. "Ahh...y-yes, adult children. They're quite a handful, to be sure, but my husband and I still find the time!" she tried to explain, and this time, it was her laughter that was forced, and more obviously so. "If you and Steven are having troubles in your love life, I'd happily let you borrow one of these."

Reaching up to the shelf after they ended their embrace, Tina cupped a large, ivory carving of a satyr in her hands and held it out to Tandy, who carefully took it into her palms. "This is such a strange creature...I don't think I've ever seen one before! Is this from some kind of mythology?" Tandy asked, as she admired the impressive attention to detail, and the strength of the horns, claws, and other, smaller features.

"It's a satyr. They're often associated with fertility and sensuality, so if you're having bedroom troubles, this is sure to help you out!"

Accepting such a gift felt somehow naughty to Tandy, but somehow, it seemed worse to reject it, so she smiled and nodded in thanks. "If you're popping out a fourth child this far into your marriage, I'm sure this will be all the help that I need, Tina. Thank you."

The afternoon was growing late, and Tandy still had to straighten the house before Steven returned home from work that day. Tina could sense it, and she began packing up what was left of their lunches into Tupperware containers so that Tandy could bring the food home with her. "It's my pleasure, Tandy. I'm always glad to help out a neighbor...and if you're worried that the statue won't quite do the trick, I can always give you something a little bit stronger to persuade your man."

"Stronger?" Tandy asked, as she took the Tupperware container in her free hand.

The statue would be hard enough to explain to Steven, and would only further his concerns, but when Tina returned from the kitchen with a jar of something that looked like motor oil, Tandy was extremely hesitant to take it.

"This was the stuff that really did the trick for me, Tandy. It's a new, herbal remedy that helps to revitalize the skin...supposedly, it can keep you looking as young as you did in your prime for years after! It sure seems to have done the trick for me...and supposedly, the pheromones that they put into it makes men go crazy. I hope you can find something for your kids to do, because Steven will be all over you!"

Though it didn't look like lotion, and certainly didn't look like something she wanted to put on her skin, Tandy couldn't argue with Tina as living proof of the quality of the substance. "...Maybe I'll send the kids out to see a movie tonight," Tandy thought aloud, as she began to contemplate just how nice it would be for her and Steven to blow off some steam and relieve their stresses by fucking each other silly for an evening. "I really, really appreciate all of this, Tina. I'll be sure to return the Tupperware as soon as I can."

"Don't make me come next door and shake you down for it!" Tina threatened, and both of the women laughed at the joking words. "I'm sure I'll have it back in no time. You have a great day, Tandy."

"You too, Tina."

Tandy Richards had to use her rump to push the front door of the Walton household open as she held all of the objects in her arms rather carefully, not wanting to damage any of them before they were returned. She knew that Steven would take good care in examining them, save for the sandwich, and though the idea of riding her husband to an orgasm was enticing, she knew he'd have important work to do, first.

Tina had her own important errands to run, but first, she reached for the phone, and immediately placed a call.

"That went swimmingly. Tandy has some concerns, but I don't think that she's really onto us."

"Did she take the ritual oil?"

"Yes, the whole jar. I'm sure that she'll be done using it within a week or so."

"That would be just perfect," Ms. Schafer replied, clenching her own phone with an eager, white-knuckle grip. "Everything remains on schedule, then. You've done a wonderful job, Tina."

"It was my genuine pleasure, I assure you."

"I have no doubt in my mind that it was, Tina...and to think, I almost regretted letting you into my inner circle!"

Though Tandy couldn't have imagined the kind of plan that she was helping to set into motion, she wouldn't have bothered herself with it, even if she knew. That was something for her husband to deal with; she had a house to clean, and before she did that, she had her own needs to worry about, as she set everything on the counter in the kitchen and made her way up to their bedroom.

Her children were out for the day, and that made it the perfect time to warm up her body, as she hopped right into her bed and spread her legs over the edge of it. She closed her eyes and imagined Steven kneeling between her thighs, gripping the soft flesh with tight, powerful fingers and sliding his tongue up and down over the sensitive flesh of her labia. She could remember how passionately he used to make love to her before he became involved in the dark, cryptic world that was now his job, and though it was merely her own saliva and fingertips, she could remember the kind of tight, eager clenching her womanhood offered when Steven brushed the very tip of his tongue around her sensitive, buzzing clitoris.

She wouldn't allow herself to climax right then, as she played her own games...she'd save the grand finale for Steven, and perhaps, she'd use some of the mineral oil, first.