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Happy Halloween from the infected Commander Gravestone Yes, that's me in costume from last night. I have the claws! I have the eyes! My skin isn't skin-coloured!

Chapter 17: I Don’t Know Why the Caged Bird Screams Quarantine Camp. Building 4, Hot Labs. 13:18 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED LOCATION. The air in the lab was sterile as the hum whine of filtration units in the mobile hot lab droned on, only broken up by the buzzing of fluorescent lights. Tex adjusted the focus of the electron microscope, bleary-eyed after looking at yet another sample before finally he let out a triumphant yell. On the screen, floating around in rapid speed was what he was looking for: a random, almost alien-looking virus particle, darting around with alarming speed, infecting each cell. “Gotcha, you slimy little bug,” he said, grinning, watching in almost awe at how fast it was moving and replicating. Behind him, several test tubes continued to spin in the centrifuge with a low whir. Getting up and stretching, he wished he wasn’t still in the safety suit, groaning as his spine let out several pops. The computer beside him let out a loud beep and he rushed over, reading the various red flags on the rapid sequencer, grabbing his laptop and beginning to type. Sample: Patient 1-B, Matrix: Plasma (EDTA) Interpretation: - Lentivirus backbone (HIV-1–like). Inserted polymerase gene and regulatory motifs resembling Marburg virus. No known reference match; highly unusual recombinant event. Phenotypic characteristics unknown; pathogenic potential unclear. Suggested Action: - Forward to BSL-4 reference laboratory? Restrict sample handling; trigger biohazard alert? Exhausted and ready for a break, he trudged over to the antechamber, quickly sterilizing and doffing his equipment, intent on getting some food in him. After several minutes, he was done and walked over to his makeshift workspace, looking through several of the printouts. As Tex further recorded his findings, an approaching commotion was heard. Turning around to see what it was, Tex silently stood as he watched a sick-looking man in a white labcoat and paper face mask being guided into the room, his hands gloved in sterile white latex. “Guided” wasn’t quite the word for it - it was more of an escorting by two armed military grunts as they walked behind him. “Take your damn guns off me,” the sick man spat. “I gave you my word I won’t attempt to escape.” “For the last time, Doctor Grant, it’s Krell’s orders,” one of the grunts said. “This is where you’ll be working. I suggest you make yourself comfortable.” “They fired my ass, I don’t need to be here. I don't know anything about this project!” The same grunt raised his weapon at the doctor. “Now. We won’t tell you again.” Dr. Grant just stared at them, silently resentful. “All right already,” he said quietly. “Just… please lower your guns, and leave a sick grieving man in peace.” The grunt lowered his firearm, and left with the other one, wordlessly. So this is Doctor Grant… Tex thought. I wonder what Eli was able to get out of him. Tex cheerfully closed the distance between himself and Dr. Grant, and extended his hand in greeting. “Howdy! So this is the famous Doctor Clark Grant I’ve been hearing so much about. Pleased to meet you, I’m Lieutenant Tobias Vahn,” he said, laying on the Texan accent in hopes of disarming Dr. Grant. “I’m a virologist and —” Dr. Grant gave a helpless stare at Tex’s outstretched hand, and finally raised his eyes to meet Tex’s. “Let me save you some trouble - I’m not here to make friends. Helixion fired me, and I don’t know anything about this project, and I’m not interested in meeting new people. I just want to go home and be sick.” Tex stood blinking in astonishment, and let his hand fall back to his side. “Well. It seems to me you're stuck here regardless of your personal feelings, and I could use another set of hands. At least let me show you what we’ve been working on and get you up to speed. Your insight as a doctor will be valuable to me.” Tex returned to his workspace, and with a light gesture, he motioned for Dr. Grant to follow. Dr. Grant gave him a flat look, but said nothing. “I went ahead and ran a fell cell culture and electron microscopy in the hot lab, as you can see here in my research. Personally, I have no idea what this could be. At first you can see that it vaguely resembles a lentivirus, but… when I ran it through the NGS, it… well, it doesn’t really make sense. It’s popping up all sorts of things, like SIVcpz, HIV-1 group M, but here’s the weird part. See the RNA polymerase? It’s more filovirus-like.” “This is quite the nasty bug,” Tex concluded. “All sorts of shit that I have never seen before in any labs or simulations. I thought you guys only ran a BSL-3 here tops?” “Yes, but we’re in the works for getting BSL-4 certification on one of our new labs,” Dr. Grant answered with disinterest, his eyes not really focused on one particular thing. “This is likely an emerging disease, not from here. It could completely change the world if it got out of control.” “Just a boatload of things that shouldn’t ordinarily be in here, but there they are.” Tex peered again down at the screen to marvel at the sample one more time. After a few seconds, he said without looking up, “These buggers are admirably adapted to hijacking the human immune system. I mean look at this thing. It’s definitely spherical with an enveloped dense core, but it also has these filamentous parts here like Marburg or Ebola… I truly don’t know what to make of it. So I want to try something out of left field here. Let’s run an Elisa and Western Blot to be sure it's not a false positive for HIV in the sequencer. See if we have any antibodies we can look into.” Dr. Grant hesitated before answering. “That would be a waste of time. We didn’t work with HIV in this project.” Tex processed the declaration, and then turned to look into Dr. Grant’s face. “I thought you said you didn’t know anything about what was going on here.” Dr. Grant froze up, realizing he just got caught in a lie. He fumbled to respond and said, “I… I just don’t think that’s what this is. That’s so basic, and viruses just don’t work that way.” “I think you’re wrong,” Tex answered firmly. “This bug has been spread almost entirely by sexual contact with a patient, and it changes the body so rapidly and drastically. I think that classifies it as a sexually transmitted infection.” “Sexually … transmitted…” Dr. Grant let the words trail off feebly. How the fuck does he know that? “So how can you know what not to look for, Dr. Grant?” Tex removed his latex gloves with a loud snap. “Read my notes so far, and do a little observation for yourself, doctor. You’ll see I’m right. I’m going to go find something to eat. I’m starved. Can’t wage war on an empty stomach!” Dr. Grant could only scowl as he watched Tex pitch his gloves into a receptacle bin and exit the room. —---------- Meanwhile, in a containment room “Are all the seals in place?” “Yes, General.” “Good. Proceed.” While all four patients were sedated, General Krell had them removed from their individual containments and placed into the same space together. Jack and Beau had been placed on one side while Zero and the smiler were on the other. All were completely undressed and without the support of any machines or wires or tubes, and could freely move about the large chamber. But they were not free to leave - Krell had insisted that they all remain behind glass, and for the safety of all the medical staff and security, all the personnel would keep at a distance for observation behind their own protective glass. He had previously considered watching from the safety of a secure office on a monitor, but morbid curiosity made him want to see the action in person. Jack was the first to awaken. He sat up slowly, his head throbbing from too much medication and the exhaustion of the past week as well as being severely malnourished. His vision was unfocused, and he wiped his face several times before he realized he was still in a glass chamber. Only this wasn’t his own isolated space - he was now sharing one with three other bodies. His heart jumped in terror when he recognized the sleeping form of a smiler just on the other side of the chamber, along with a short muscular man who was also just coming out of his sedation. His face was familiar, but Jack couldn’t place where he’d seen it before. In the fluorescent light of the chamber, the features were likely to be distorted somewhat. It wasn’t the lighting that made Zero look so alien - his conversion had completed, and he now resembled the other smilers. Turning to his opposite side, Jack observed the guard from last night lying next to him; he was sweating profusely. Beau was in mid-transformation, but appeared to be stuck at one stage of the development as if his body was fighting what was happening to him. Jack recoiled in horror, and scurried backwards until he found a wall. A voice suddenly boomed in the chamber. “You’re finally awake,” Krell’s voice intoned. The sound caused the others to awaken and take in their new surroundings. “NO!” Jack screamed. “NO! You can’t make me one of them! Don’t do this to me! I can’t stand it! Please don’t slime me anymore!” He covered his face with his hands. — Zero sat up groggily. “Wwwwhere ammmm Iiiii…?” As his vision came into focus, he could see other bodies moving near him, and the intense vocaliziation of Jack grated on his ears. “Shut up already!” Zero yelled, his voice almost a growl as he covered his ears and shut his eyes. Then he realized he had been stripped down to nothing, and his whole body looked and felt different. The skin had turned to the sickly shade of grey, the muscles were greatly defined, and Zero could only imagine what his face looked like. He examined his right arm, and found the puncture spot where Krell had injected him hours earlier. I’ve been made one of them, he realized. Krell did this. That unimaginable bastard. The smiler next to him awoke, and began moving its limbs. It appeared to be disoriented, as if it had suffered a great injury recently, and quickly checked itself for signs of damage to the physical body. It was then he turned to his left, and saw Zero - he recognized a new brother and grinned evilly. Then it turned its attention to Jack. There. One who isn’t afflicted. Wait, that’s…! The smiler turned back to Zero, who was looking to him for guidance. “No. Do not go to him. That one is off limits.” Zero cocked his head to the side, wondering greatly what the smiler meant, and why he should keep distance from Jack. Meanwhile, Jack was keeping his back as close to the wall as possible, and curled himself up into a ball as much as he could, quaking with fear and dreadful anticipation. Beau remained almost paralyzed on the hard floor of the chamber. The harsh lights hurt his eyes, and he felt like he could retch any second. Breathing had become labored, and the most he could do was watch as Zero and the smiler came ever closer to him in a hazy vision. The unnamed smiler came to one side of Beau, and Zero on the other, both on their knees as they moved toward him. The smiler took one look at Beau, and recognized him as the man he tried to convert last night. But the transformation hadn’t taken hold completely - Beau’s system was fighting it, and it looked like it was quite a fight. His body was covered from head to toe in sweat, and his eyes were dilated. “Please don’t kill me,” Beau managed to squeak out. “Want to live. See… my family.” Zero looked into Beau’s face, and then to his companion with alarm. “You won’t die,” the smiler whispered to him. “It hurts at first, but once you give in, it will all be worth it.” The unnamed smiler, being the more experienced in the chamber, took charge. “You, newbie. Spit in his face.” “Huh?” Zero didn’t understand the instruction. “We have to sedate him so he doesn’t fight us.” Zero didn’t fully understand, but hocked back, and spat an impressive loogie on Beau’s face. It landed on his right cheek, and wasn’t quite what he anticipated. Instinctively, Zero raised his hand, and gently smeared it around Beau’s face. Beau resisted, but in his weakened state, the resistance was over before it began. Already his face was flushed, and the toxins from Zero’s spit began their processes. “Hit him again.” Zero raised his hand again, misunderstanding the order, and made to smack Beau in the face with his fist, but the smiler stopped his hand. “No. More spit. You didn’t use enough.” Zero lowered his hand slowly. This time, Zero positioned his head over Beau, and drooled a thin sheet of saliva over him, completely coating his head. “Very good. Now… where were we?” Krell’s voice rang again in the chamber. “No! One of you on each man!” Zero and the smiler both looked at Jack, who was still curled up in the fetal position, and trying to protect himself. Then Zero returned to look at the smiler companion, puzzled. “Why can’t we touch him?” “Boss’s orders,” the smiler answered. “Besides, he smells off. And we have unfinished business with this one here.” Slowly the two began to strip Beau as naked as they were, Zero’s heart pounding with dread and excitement. His now much larger cock plumped and the veins took on a more blacking appearance as the smiler egged him on verbally to start sucking Beau’s quickly hardening cock. The smiler straddled himself atop Beau. In one solid motion, the smiler buried his black-skinned cock deep into the man’s ass, making Beau groan in pain and pleasure, immediately slamming hard and fast into the warm wet hole, his cock leaking brackish black cum into their victim. Zero could taste the cum on his tongue, hungrily sucking the leaking cock at first with dread and then earnest, getting a close up view of the smiler’s cock slamming hard and fast into the man’s ass. Zero could swear he could see as the skin around the man’s lower half continued to take on a grey pallor, spreading fast first to his lower abdomen and to the tips of his fingers as cum began to drip out of the ruined hole. Suddenly, the smiler grunted, the flow of cum being too much for the man’s now completely wrecked hole, thick black laced cum squirting out with each hard slam. Satisfied, the smiler slowly pulled out as several more drops splattered on the floor. “Your turn now,” it said happily, wrapping its clawed hand on Zero’s head and pulling him away, the taste of cum still on his lips. Now excited, Zero slowly positioned himself so his cock pointed at the man’s hole as well, plunging deep in the warm, soaking wet hole and followed suit. The feeling was divine to Zero, each thrust making his entire body shudder with pleasure as his felt his cock slowly dribble cum out as well while he fucked the man’s ass, each thrust making Beau gasp wantonly. After several minutes, Zero could no longer hold back, adding his own tainted cum to the mix with a satisfied groan, watching as Beau finally shot his load across the metal floor, the smiler licking it up like it was a pool of spilled ice cream. “Good. My turn again.” the smiler growled, switching positions with Zero and beginning the process again. — As the infected specimens shared their DNA with Beau, Krell’s impatience was mounting. He slammed his fist into his open palm, frustrated. “Damn it, why won’t they go near him?” He continued to watch Beau get pummeled and pounded by the smiler and Zero with a strange fascination. He knew what he was seeing was wrong and unholy, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the action. Krell scowled, and pursed his lips tightly. He also looked back at Jack from time to time, and Jack had hurriedly moved himself to the farthest corner from the debauchery that his chambermates were revelling in. Krell turned to a nearby guard. “Soldier, go in there, and extract Blaine. Leave the others alone.” “Sir? Are you sure that’s wise? I mean… uh… this is pretty fucked up sir…” “Don’t question me. Just do it. You're authorized to use lethal force if necessary to protect yourself, soldier. You’ll be fine with the hazmat suit on.” The guard hesitated, and made every attempt to keep his gaze on Jack. He didn’t want the images of men and monsters copulating to be burned into his memory. Then, he made the snap decision to approach the chamber as quickly as possible. Get in, grab the subject, and get out. Easy peasy. You can do it. Just don’t look over there. A buzzer sounded, and the guard pulled the chamber door open enough to get inside. He rushed instantly to Jack, and pulled him to his feet. “Come on, I’ve got you. We’re gonna take you away from this,” he said in a whisper only Jack could hear. Jack didn’t fight him, but nodded rapidly. The guard held Jack in two hands, and swiftly guided him out of the chamber. Please please please don’t let them see us, the guard silently prayed. As soon as they were through the door, he heard it shut behind him with a loud woosh sound, and the sinful three-way fucking didn’t miss a beat. They never even noticed the extraction. “Take him back to holding,” Krell’s voice said from somewhere. The guard escorted the sobbing, grateful Jack from the room as the unnamed smiler shot a volley of corrupted spunk into Beau’s rectum. Another man in plainclothes approached Krell. “Sir? We’ve found the server inside Building 3.” Krell inhaled slowly. “What did you find out?” “Nothing, sir. It’s been completely destroyed. We can’t get anything off it.” Krell grunted, his frustration mounting. “God fucking dammit. Let’s go to my office. Rios?” A young nearby guard snapped to attention. “General?” “Let the specimens continue their mating. I want a full report within the hour.” —------ Quarantine Camp. Mess Hall. 15:06 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED LOCATION. Tex stuffed the last forkful of the catered chicken/potato casserole into his mouth, and chewed greedily. Army rations had never been as good as this meal, and Tex was sorry to see it end. He let out a satisfying sigh, placed the plastic spork on the tray, and wiped his mouth with the paper napkin. Damn, I must have been starving! Breakfast didn’t stick with me one bit. Gulping the last of the water from the paper cup, Tex stood up from his seat, and picked up his tray. After disposing of his refuse, Tex wiped his hands against each other, and proceeded to return to the hot labs. He suddenly remembered the phone in his pocket, and took it out to read Elias’s message from earlier in the day. They took Dr. Grant. Got out before they arrived. They’re coming back now. I’m going back home. Tex let out a silent sigh of relief. Then he started a new message to Elias. Found Zero. He’s alive, but in quarantine. Jack and another guy are in separate isolation. Grant has arrived, and he’s completely ignorant of the whole affair. I don’t like him. You didn’t say he was sick. What did you learn from him? After hitting send, he remembered the video. He started another message, and attached his earlier recording. Given the quality of the phone, it could be a while before it uploads and sends, so we’ll just… Tex thought. He hit send, and replaced it in his labcoat pocket, hoping it would do its thing while he kept working. As he strode back to the hot labs, he heard Dr. Grant yelling at someone, but the voice wasn’t coming from the labs. “I don’t give a damn what you appreciate, Mr. Blaine! You caused his death, treated me like shit, and then you had the gall to steal my research and fired me after you got the recognition for your stupid projects! You’re the lowest, and you have no idea what you are messing with! You’ve seen, firsthand, what you’ve sown.” Tex kept as quiet as possible as he listened to their argument with his ear pressed to the door. “I made a mistake, all right? Please get me out of here!” Jack pleaded. “I swear I’ll be good. I can’t take the monsters anymore. They’re out of control.” “Because you unleashed them. You brought this on yourself.” “They don’t like me very much,” Jack cried. “All they do is spit on me, and chase me around, and fuck each other like a bunch of dirty homo sickos. It has to stop!” “You call us gays that, and expect me to help you? Do you not have a heart! Do you not have a soul!!”” Dr. Grant roared by the end of his speech. “I’ll do anything, I just don’t want to be in that glass room again —” “I don’t care what you want,” Dr. Grant interrupted. “Can you bring him back? Did you approve the trials that could save his life? Nope, didn’t think so! You danced with the devil, and now you’re paying the price. Everything here is your doing. You set all this in motion, and these people here – some of whom are “dirty homos” as you so kindly refer to us – are stuck cleaning it up.” Jack processed this realization, and then began furiously beating on the glass, producing only dull thuds as it held against his blows. “Let me out, you sick faggot bastard! Let me out NOOOOOOWWWWW!” Jack screamed. “Don’t you DARE call me that! You are the one who is a sick fucking bastard, and if you don’t shut your mouth, I’ll come in there, and shut it for you. Not even your clueless dad can save you from my wrath, you bigoted piece of shit!” Tex heard a loud hacking cough, presumably from Dr. Grant. Then a pause, and Tex heard nothing more for a minute that seemed like an eternity. A roll of thunder suddenly rumbled out of nowhere. “I’ll tell you what, Mr. Blaine,” Dr. Grant continued quietly, “you may have got all the credit, and a nice bonus, and your super soldiers, but you still don’t get it. I’m not letting you out of a prison of your own design. You don’t deserve to be among decent people.” The voices stopped completely, and Tex could hear footsteps approaching his position, so he bolted in the direction he came from, hoping he wouldn’t be observed in his flight. Dr. Grant emerged from the room alone, and looked down both corridors of the hall to see if anyone was nearby. Seeing no one, he ran one hand over his hair, snorted loudly through his nostrils, and silently moved through the corridor with angry footsteps. —----- Quarantine Camp. Containment Room. 15:20 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. Slow, careful footsteps approached the glass chamber holding Beau, Zero, and the third smiler. Their activities had ceased; all three lay on the floor, panting for air. Zero and Beau had fully converted, and they were just now lying comatose, sprawled out on the floor in the afterglow of wild sex. The lights were low, and all the soldiers and Krell had abandoned the space. A gloved hand went to the numerical keypad, and after the correct sequence had been entered, the device beeped cheerfully. The door made a familiar woosh sound as it opened, and sterilized air escaped. Zero and the other smiler were on their feet and at the door in an instant. “Go rejoin the others. No stops on the way, not even for recruitment. It’s going to rain, so you’ll be safe from the sun’s rays. But move fast, and stick to cover. Kill anyone who gets in your way.” Their liberator stepped away from the door as Zero and the smiler roused Beau from his blissful state. As they made to exit the chamber, the voice came again. “Wait. We have one more thing to do before leaving.” —--- Quarantine Camp. Krell’s office. 16:02 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. REDACTED location. “What do you MEAN “they escaped”?! They were in a secure holding cell!”, Krell screamed at the top of his lungs. “We found blood at the scene, sir.” “Whose is it?” “Tests show it came from Jack Blaine.” “Bring him to me.” “He’s missing, too, General. And his guard.”

Chicago also has Jackhammer, and just a couple doors down is Touche. When the playroom/bar is open in either place, there is a gear check. Leather or fetish wear is required. But sometimes, like during the day, the bar space is open for service and play isn't a thing there.

I can't say I ever experienced any weird side effects from it. No dreams, no excess poop, no nothin'. Maybe to a smiler I smell repulsive and like a hospital, but ... idk 😉

Chapter 15: Awakenings Helixion Genetics, North Hallway, Building 3, Basement Level 5, Maintenance Area. REDACTED LOCATION. 0425 MST. 31-Oct-20XX Gravestone opened his eyes with a start, gasping for air. He had been lying on the floor, and didn’t know how long he had been out. He had been dreaming while under metamorphosis: he was running through a dark forest with the voices of his comrades calling out to him though he never saw their faces or figures. He was being chased by something with sloshy footsteps, and every time he tried to look back, he tripped over a protruding tree root or a fallen branch, or dodged a wild critter at his feet. Then he came to a giant gaping maw, an abyss so black that he couldn’t see its bottom. He knew if he remained in place, the thing chasing him would eventually catch up, but he saw no way across the chasm. On the opposite side, he saw his wife Denise and their son, Mason. They stood still and said nothing, and their faces were a complete blank. Gravestone turned and faced his pursuer, only to find that it was not one being, but all of his teammates. Everyone had been turned into a smiler. He looked up at the canopy of trees, and saw Jack hanging from a denuded branch with one arm, as if he were a monkey. Jack only dangled there, slightly swinging back and forth while creepily singing, “One…two…three…four… five…”, but he would start over at “one” again when the count ended. As the spectres of his team closed in, wordlessly, Jack started the sequence again but slower, and his voice deepened. Gravestone could see that Reaper and Tex hung back, and Zero disappeared from sight. Looking to his right, he saw General Krell standing on his head. “I’ll have you court-martialed!” he thundered. The others came in closer, ever closer in one creepy unison motion, and when they finally lunged for him, Jack reached the next number. “Six!” Gravestone leapt backwards into the abyss, not knowing when he’d hit the ground, but he felt free and relieved as gravity pulled him down to the bottom. The dream ended before he touched it. Gravestone pushed himself up to seated on the stone floor. He instinctively reached for the back of his head where he struck the pipe, expecting to find a gash, but instead, his fingers found nothing but hair and skin. In the dim light of the room, he could already see the changes in himself. The skin was discolored, his nails formed claws, and all his clothes were missing. His muscles were more defined, and his former ‘dad bod’ was more like it was twenty years ago. He remembered being surrounded by his team, and quickly put it together that he had been captured but had no memory after that. Gravestone felt warm and moist, like he had been sweating, or perhaps swimming, and his skin felt alien to him. Most surprisingly, his rectum felt tender. He likened the feeling to when he had diarrhea for a solid - or liquid - three days straight, and was afraid to poop for the next week for the irritation. His vision still blurry, he could make out a small red dot almost directly across from him. It would sometimes remain stationary, then move a little in a downward direction before coming back to center. Its glow occasionally brightened for a second, and then receded. He could smell something sharp - distinct and familiar, like something burning. The smell was sometimes offensive, and sometimes sweet and fragrant. Gravestone wondered what he was looking at until he heard a voice. “Hey, Commander.” He knew it at once, and knew what he was seeing. Stag was smoking a cigarette right across from him. “Or should I say Sleeping Beauty?” “S-Staaaag?” Gravestone asked with gravel in his voice and a slight slur. “I thought for suuuure you’d fucked off and left us.” He hacked up his usual morning phlegm, and spit it out to one side. “Hey, don’t waste that. It’s good stuff, and we need it.” Gravestone wiped his mouth with his hand, wondering what Stag was getting at, and why his spit just now was slimier than ever. “They got you, too, huh?” Stag chuckled in a way that could only be described as cocky. “Nope, walked right into their nest. Well, our nest, now, I guess.” Stag took one more draw off his cigarette before stubbing it out. “They changed us into the beasts we were meant to be. I feel so good, and so ready to breed some more holes. Gotta get to full infection so I can reach my maximum potential.” He chuckled with what could only be pride and smugness. Gravestone took stock of himself, and also Stag. Both men were physically changed almost beyond recognition in this light. Body fat drained away, replaced with hard muscle and bulging black veins beneath them. Eyes blackened, teeth sharpened, dicks bigger. Stag already had horns forming on top of his head, and his commander could see their protrusions. How fitting, Gravestone thought. Stag got his antlers. Horny bastard. He smiled inwardly at the dad joke. Then the gravity of his situation hit him. Stag patiently waited while Gravestone adjusted to his new form, and simply sat across from him. Gravestone looked at Stag with irritation. “Oh, you son of a bitch. I’d smack you one right now if I could completely see straight. If you had just stayed with the team, and done your damn job, soldier, we might be on the other side of this shit. Instead, you had to go and get your dick wet, and now we’re both infected. I hope you’re proud of yourself.” “Fucking proud. It hurt like a bitch at first, but once they started breeding me and the virus took over, it was a damn roller-coaster ride that never ended. I wish you could have been awake when they did it to you.” He laughed sardonically. “That was a great show.” Gravestone looked at him with horror and disgust. He wanted to resist, to smash Stag’s face in for the situation that led to this, and for a dozen other offenses, but instead, just sat there blinking with perplexity and controlled rage. It became a silent, motionless duel between them as they each weighed the same possibilities: can one overpower the other? Will he try to kill me? Will we worsen and die? What can we do about this? How much am I willing to give up? “If I get out of this, Stag, you’re a dead man.” “For what?” Stag asked innocently. “Having a little fun? ‘Deviating from the mission’? I hate to break it to you, Commander, but you’re no longer in charge.” “Lieutenant, you got us turned into monsters!” He said the last word like it was a dirty word. Stag gave him an expression of surprise. “Little ol’ me? Nah, that was the Alpha’s doing. We were just in his way. As for ‘monsters’, ha! Hardly. We’ve been… improved. Upgraded.” The Alpha sauntered into view and stood between them. “Now, now, my pretties, I can’t have you fighting.” He turned to Gravestone, and seeing him at his feet, he hoisted him up with both hands. Gravestone felt repulsed by the touch of this… thing with its slimy hands and razor-sharp claws, but complied anyway. Best to see it face to face. When Gravestone stood to height with the Alpha, he looked into its eyes. A black abyss there. And I see myself in it. The reflection took Gravestone’s breath away as he remembered falling into the abyss in his dream. Meanwhile, Stag remained seated behind the Alpha, whose ass was now in his face. Without hesitation or instruction, he placed both his hands on the Alpha’s hips, and tested out his new tongue by lapping the Alpha’s anus with it. The Alpha softly growled with approval, but did not take his eyes off Gravestone. “I am the Alpha, your new master AND commander,” he said in a husky voice. “You will obey me.” Something in Gravestone made him want to accept it, but his mind and instincts began to fight against this resistance. Internally, he was at war with himself. Then he decided. “Yes. I will obey.” In the corner of his mind, he was rebelling. Play along for now. He has the upper hand and you’re outnumbered. Don’t be stupid, Nathan. The Alpha acknowledged the submission, but didn’t speak about the rebellious thought he read in Gravestone’s mind. He simply narrowed his eyes, and his lips formed a thin, flat line. This one will be tough to break. With that, the Alpha turned back to Stag, and also brought him to his feet. “You’re a ruthless one, and deviant as hell. But continue to smoke in my lair, and you won’t get any more seed from anyone. Understood?” Stag bowed his head to show deference, and said nothing. “Good. Don’t forget our deal, either.” “Hey, do you mind? You guys are killing the vibe!” Gravestone turned and looked toward the source of the voice. Sticks was glaring at him while Pixel was on his knees, sucking his thick boner. Pixel pulled the cock from his mouth, and turned toward the arguing trio. “Really, such serious talk at a time like this…” He then resumed nursing the massive cock, and looked up at Sticks with pleading, lustful eyes. Gravestone looked at Stag with astonishment. “That’s it? We’re all gay now?” Stag smirked. “Gay as a picnic basket.” Gravestone put up both his hands. “I don’t want any part of this. I’m a married man. I don’t have a problem with homosexuality, but this isn’t my thing.” The Alpha turned back to him. “You will be part of this. There is no escaping it. Suck your brother’s dick.” He indicated Stag with a tilt of his head, and his face was all seriousness. “Come on, Nathan, it’ll be fun!” Stag encouraged. “You’ll love it as much as I do!” He bared his newly-formed fangs in a wicked smile. “No,” Gravestone said, moving to a nearby corner. “Resisting won’t undo it, Gravestone,” the Alpha said in a threatening voice. “Oh, yes, I know all your code names. I know about Reaper, and Tex, and Zero too, and they’ll be joining our coterie before long. They can’t resist, and neither can you.” “Fuck you, Alpha. You can go straight to hell,” Gravestone said defiantly. As he moved to his corner, he saw Patch being ravaged by a smiler so deeply infected that its skin was pitch black, and the horns on his head were massive like a ram in mating season. Patch looked like he was in pig heaven, and paid no attention to the quarrelling. Looking to his right, he could make out Lockjaw ramming his monster cock into another smiler. Of all the smilers, only this one was wearing any clothes. Gravestone took it to be a lab coat that had seen better days. He felt a twinge of remorse that his leadership failed all of his team. “I gave you a gift, Gravestone,” the Alpha growled, his impatience rising. “And an order. Look how much fun your friends are having. It’ll feel so good, and you’ll never want to stop.” “Eat shit off my balls and die, fucker,” Gravestone spat with as much venom as he could muster. “I’m not doing it.” Then something happened that Gravestone didn’t notice - he was slowly getting hard. The Alpha, however, detected it at once and grinned slightly. “Hey now, Nathan, that sounds like you have a fetish you want to share with the group,” Stag said mockingly, grabbing his cock and shaking it at Gravestone. “You may say that, but your body says differently,” the Alpha replied as he ignored Stag’s comment, pointing at Gravestone’s swelling member. Gravestone looked down at himself, and saw that he was, in fact, getting aroused. You would dare rise for this shit?, he silently demanded of his stiffening dick. But the size was impressive, and Gravestone struggled to control himself at this new development. “Seems he needs some convincing, boss,” Stag said coercively. The Alpha exhaled quietly through his nostrils. He closed his blackened eyes, and raised both his fists before his face in concentration. After a moment, Gravestone suddenly felt compelled, and wordlessly came back to Stag, and got on his knees. Without thinking, he inhaled Stag’s thick ginger cock, and began to suck like his life depended on it. The Alpha reopened his eyes, and lowered his fists, pleased. “Good. Don’t stop until he cums.” Stag was visibly impressed by the Alpha’s will. So he has powers of mind-control as well, eh? I better watch myself, or he might make me do things that *I* disagree with. I need to find a way to get free, go wreak some havoc. Gravestone had no idea how to suck a dick, and was just slobbering all over. There was no instinct, and the Alpha wasn’t teaching him. The oral sex felt good, but not good enough. Stag let his commander get used to the sensation of sucking dick, and hoped carnal instinct would kick in. The Alpha roamed around the room, satisfied that all the new recruits were swapping their tainted loads, and infecting each other a little more deeply. Stag sensed that the Alpha’s thoughts were now elsewhere, and the tension of the room began to relax. He took hold of Gravestone in one handful of hair, and forced him to swallow him to the shaft. The tight throat gasped in surprise, and easily gave way to the intrusion. Stag slowly pulled out of Gravestone’s throat, and rammed back in, trying to teach him how to do this important task. What have I been missing out on all these years? Gravestone wondered as Stag prepared his throat for more sexual assault. This is…mmph… great! He began to get a hunger for it, and greedily began to get into the spirit of the act. Stag’s mind wandered while Gravestone struggled with his first big cock. We can’t stay here. Someone will come looking for us. And I know just who I want to share this gift with. Stag’s lips formed an evil sneer. Oh, yes, that roided-up freak will get his just desserts for dumping me. His eyes began to dart around the room, looking for an exit of some kind that would take him back to the real world. But Gravestone’s laudable efforts were starting to cause a churning in Stag’s balls, and he would waste his first toxic load if he didn’t act. Stag pulled his dick free from Gravestone’s slimy mouth, and let the man have some air. Gravestone only wiped his mouth with one hand, and looked up at his frenemy. “What? Why’d you stop? I was just getting good at this.” Stag snorted. “No you weren’t. Bend over.” Gravestone stayed on his knees and faced the other way so his ass was exposed to Stag. The next thing he felt was a cool but sticky sensation on his hole. Stag was lubricating him with his spit. The act felt familiar, and he wondered, Is it like this when Denise and I have sex? Is this what she feels? His train of thought was instantly cut short as the Alpha’s voice echoed in Gravestone’s head. Forget her. Forget your god, your job, your home. This is your life now. Take his seed, and be one of us. You can’t go back. Stag plunged his toxic dick into Gravestone’s willing hole, and fucked him mercilessly. Both men groaned for different reasons, and suddenly everything in life made sense to Gravestone. Yes, this is …oh my god… fuck yeah... I want this. The power is incredible. Ohhhhhhh don’t stop… The Alpha stood back, watching with immense pride and satisfaction. He sent a thought to Gravestone. Just wait until you get to breed a hole with this. You will love it. Stag thrust himself in and out, letting Gravestone feel the entire shaft and all the sensations. “I’ll show you how a real man fucks, commander.” Gravestone tensed up slightly at the sound of his military title. “Oh, you don’t like that, eh, commander? You’re my bitch now, and maybe you can go wait in a cushy … office with… the General if … you … can’t … handle that!” Stag’s breath came shorter and shorter in loud rasps as he felt himself near climax. In the corner, Sticks watched Stag’s short, hard thrusts in their commander’s ass, easily following suit as he did the same to Lockjaw. To their right, Pixel was draped over one of the smilers, its obscenely large cock deep inside his ass as another smiler slowly pushed into his already straining hole, the previous loads from other smilers dripping like oil on the ground. In an opposite corner, Patch was fucking the ass of one of the smilers, a large goonish smile plastered on his face as he slammed his much larger dick in the hole, his tainted load leaking into the smiler as another one plowed deep into his guts, making his dick dribble inside as he fucked and was fucked. Stag suddenly let out a deep animalistic growl as he fully shot out a massive load in Gravestone, a pool of thick saliva dripping out of his mouth below as he reveled in the feeling of adding his own toxic brew into his commanding officer's ass. Momentarily spent, one of the smilers grabbed Stag, pulling him out of Gravestone, as it firmly seated itself inside the redheaded man. Throwing its head back, it gave a satisfied growl. “Fuck yeah, give me more…” he moaned, pushing himself back as he felt his cock begin to harden again. The Alpha lounged in the corner as he watched his subjects continue to fuck with reckless abandon, his massive cock dripping an obscene amount of cum, almost tar-like in the low light of the room. Finally shooting his load, Sticks let out his own growl, slowly feeling Lockjaw’s body as one of the smilers gently pulled him away from his lover. A different one took his place, shoving its cock hard and fast into Lockjaw, making him gasp in pain and pleasure. In an effort to console him, Sticks began to make out with him, the black veins in their necks sticking out against their now greyish skin. “Fuck, you look so hot right now, babe,” Sticks said, his voice gravely as his cock still dripped with cum after his brutal assault on the bigger man’s ass. The smiler that had pulled him out of Lockjaw’s ass now began to position him so that they could continue to lock lips, sharing in the pain of having their guts rearranged as the two smilers began to slam hard and fast, letting hormones and the virus fuel them. Getting up, Gravestone cut to the front of the line, giving one of the smilers a wicked grin as he watched the latest one fucking Stag, who was now watching Pixel and Patch be swapped between one of the creatures, pumping a few times in one man, then pulling out and slamming into the other’s ass as each man nursed on a smiler’s cock. Suddenly, Stag turned around with a surprised look of shock on his face as Gravestone slammed as hard as he could in Stag’s ass, his hole previously just being vacated by one of the smilers, a fresh load painting his guts. An evil smirk of satisfaction on the commander’s face as Stag gasped out in pain. His short, hard stabs made the skinnier man moan, as he breathlessly began to beg Gravestone for his load. His long, skillful strokes began to get ragged and less fluid, a sign that he was painfully close. The Alpha grinned, knowing that once the stoic commander shot in the man’s ass, he’d be fully gone, the need to spread the virus taking full hold. Suddenly, an ear-splitting metallic scrape was heard from across the room. Everyone stopped what they were doing, and looked in the direction of the sound. The Alpha sniffed the air a couple of times, then let out a scream howl. “You! Go see what that was!” he ordered to an underling who wasn’t engaged in mating. The smiler, resentful that he was chosen to step out of the festivities, scowled, but it complied. The others resumed their activities, unconcerned for the interruption. Sticks began to moan as the smiler who was sucking him earlier was now engaged in fucking him senseless. The moans increased in volume, encouraging all the other smilers to increase their pace and fuck a little harder. A scream growl was heard in the distance, and the Alpha raised his head with alarm. Someone is here! Excellent, more fresh meat! He went to see for himself, and left the others to keep up their frenetic orgy. When the Alpha entered the next room, he found cardboard boxes scattered all around. Some were in pieces, and others were completely whole. He found the remains of a wall that someone had built, and what resembled a hole blown through the center of it. Beyond the hole was an opening, a shaft of light, and the form of his scout could be seen charging through it at top speed. They escaped, the Alpha thought. Fuck! Then it dawned on him. And now… so can we! He rushed back to the orgy, and found that some of them had finished their breedings. Gravestone lay face down on the floor, ass in the air, looking comatose but relieved. Stag was cradling his spent cock with one hand, and supporting himself with the other on a wall. Sticks and Lockjaw were both on their backs, gasping for air with their eyes on the ceiling, having just finished shooting their own toxic loads. The Alpha looked at the assemblage of smilers, and exerted his aura to turn their attention to him. When he had it, he finally spoke. “We’re free. Whoever was here just now opened the door for us, and we will make a run for it.” The Alpha turned to Gravestone, and made sure he knew he was speaking to him. “We’re not staying. The rest of your team will try to mount a rescue, and they’ll kill us if they find us. Gather your men, and your possessions. We leave in five.” “Why?” Stag demanded. “We easily outnumber them, and have superior power. They —” He stopped mid-sentence, realizing this was the chance he needed to enact his plans. He lowered his head, and did not meet his stare. “Sorry, Alpha.” “Speak out of turn again, Stag, and you will be,” the Alpha said reprovingly. “You’ll speak when spoken to.” Gravestone, who had just shot his load into Stag and was breathing heavily, couldn’t help but smirk. You’ll never learn, Stag. Seriously, no respect for protocol, even in this situation… “Any of you still breeding may finish, but when you’re done, don’t stay. I know a place where we can hide out from the daylight,” the Alpha continued. “The sun will burn us, and this place is no longer an option. Your presence here, Gravestone, proves it. Be ready to go.” With that, the Alpha and several smilers walked out of the room with him. A few stragglers remained to finish their reinfections. —------- Helixion Genetics, exterior. 0530 MST. REDACTED location. 31-Oct-20XX. Garrett let out a sigh of relief. The medvac team wheeled Beau away on the mobile stretcher, and thankfully he was still alive. They didn’t quite know what to do with him, or how to help him, but an unseen order from someone higher up instructed them to take him to isolation and quarantine. “Whoa, I need a shot of whisky after that!” Garrett exclaimed. He looked to the horizon. The sun will be up any minute. I can finally go home and wash the stink of this night off me. He looked back at Helixion building 3, and surmised that what he saw raping Beau was probably a lab animal. But what animal copulates with humans at will? Garrett figured there had to be more to it. It looked almost human, but… corrupted somehow. He looked up at the stars, which were already fading from view. What kind of lab is this??? What in God’s name were these scientists up to? The air was suddenly quiet, the sort of quiet where the slightest noise would seem incredibly loud. The insects stopped chirping, and any birds still around in this season stopped their sunrise squawkings. Garrett was unnerved by the silence as he returned to his post. Then, without warning, a terrifying scream growl was heard from behind Building 3. Garrett rolled his eyes, the adrenaline kicking back in as he drew his weapon again. “What the hell is it this time?” He barely had time to turn around when he was suddenly overpowered by a swarm of creatures just like the one that had attacked Beau. Each had blackened or sickly grey skin, some bore horns and sizable claws, but all were naked, and all were coming after him. One or two of them were bundling up something, but Garrett hadn’t time to process what he was looking at. “Whoa!” he shouted as the mass of unknown creatures descended on him. A couple of them spit on him as he fell, and their thick mucus missed his face. Another one of the creatures came nose to nose with him, and licked his face intensely. Garrett felt repulsed by the tongue, and then calmed down quite suddenly. He felt himself being hoisted by a few hands, and before he could completely register what was happening, he was being carried horizontally above their heads as they raced across the parking lot toward the trees en masse. The largest and blackest of the creatures was at the head of the pack, clearly leading them to some unknown location. Garrett dropped his weapon as the only evidence that he had been there. “Come, my beautiful creations!” the Alpha transmitted to his followers. “This world will be ours for the taking!” The army of infected creatures swiftly moved across the woods, following bike and jogging paths, never stopping, never hiding, and never speaking, their single-minded purpose driving them to find new shelter before daybreak. The trails were, miraculously, unoccupied, and the motley crew moved through the twilight swiftly and unobserved. As the sunrise began, the Alpha held up a warning hand, and the team stopped in their tracks. He turned to them, saying, “We’re here. This will be our new base of operations.” He gave a grand gesture toward an immense building. Some of them recognized it as the old hospital, almost directly across from the newer and shinier one that had better facilities. “Get inside, quickly!” The scientists and soldiers rushed past him, still carrying a comatose Garrett above their heads. The Alpha looked upward at the building. This is where it began. And this is where it will end.

It was HIS idea, not mine.

You're halfway there. 🧐

I'm hoping someone gets the hidden joke in the name of this place. Reply if you do. 🤪

Not for me. I never feel it. I have to go by other evidence to know that he didn't just fake it. But my bottoms, now, they know for certain that I shot my load. They can tell by the growls and the digging of nails, and other things. Will they feel it? Blessed if I know, but maybe it's different for other people.

Chapter 13: Freedom’s False Hope Helixion Genetics, North Hallway, Building 3, Basement Level 5, Employee Bathroom. REDACTED LOCATION. 0430 MST. 31-Oct-20XX Jack had been hiding in a disused bathroom stall since running from his rescue team and the smilers. The hypersexual creatures did not give pursuit as Jack ran back through the length of the maintenance room, and into the long hallway. The first exit he found, he took: a seldom-used unisex bathroom on the basement floor. He locked himself in the room, and for added security, he entered a stall, shut its door, and locked himself inside that. Jack spent the next few hours curled up in the fetal position on the toilet, not making a sound until he fell into sleep. After a few hours had passed in silence, he awoke to find that nothing in the room had changed. No smilers were after him. He carefully opened the bathroom stall door, and peeked outside it. The room was just as he had found it. Tiptoeing out, he went to the sink and washed his face as quietly as he could. Then an idea came out of nowhere. He weighed the possibilities, and decided it was his best chance. Jack drank a couple handfuls of tap water, and carefully went to the bathroom door. Unlocking it, he paused, and waited for any sounds of movement on the other side. Nothing. He cautiously opened the door a crack, and peered into the hallway. Again, no movement, no sound. Relieved, he opened the door wider until he could exit. Jack turned back to the maintenance hallway, and gently moved down the hall until he was back at the large room. Boxes. I must get all the boxes. Cats like boxes. Monsters might be discouraged by them. Jack shook his head. Concentrate! You blew it, and you’re alone again. Fo. Cus. Inhaling deeply through his nose, Jack cautiously opened the door to the maintenance room. It was eerily quiet. Dawn would be coming soon, and the smilers would be asleep. It was his best chance to make a getaway. Walking inside, he found his makeshift cardboard box fort that he started earlier in the night. He scanned his memory just to be sure he didn’t fill them with anything that might make a noise. No filled boxes stood out. One by one, Jack moved them over toward the gate that separated him from freedom. Some boxes could be carried two at a time, and as his pile grew, he continued to watch his surroundings for observers. He didn’t even dare to breathe as he slowly crossed the room and moved boxes, maneuvering around the jumble of medical equipment and fixtures. One silent step after another, then another, and taking care to not touch anything other than his brown squares. After what felt like an eternity, Jack was back at the gate with all of them. The gate was still closed fast, and the green-lit numeric keypad awaited an input. Jack began to set them up to resemble a wall. Stacking them one on top of another, the cardboard wall quickly materialized, and Jack was finished. He looked at his handiwork, and stood back, proud of his exertions. I can be safe from view while I get the door open. And if the smilers should come upon me, it will buy me time to finish working. He hoped it would work. Then he realized he might be stuck after all. Wait! If I press the buttons, it’ll beep each time, and the mean creatures will hear it. They’ll come for me again, and I need to go! Suddenly, an idea hit him. He quickly and quietly pulled off his tattered jacket, and did his best to stuff the garment around the keypad to muffle the sounds it would doubtlessly emit. The job was sloppy, but it was his only idea, and time wasn’t on his side. With his index finger, he nervously pushed the ‘1’ key, and held the makeshift muffler with the other hand. The keypad beeped, as expected, but its echo was held back somewhat by the wadded-up jacket. Jack swiftly looked around the immediate area to see if anything was about to pounce on him. But there was nothing. He pressed the ‘2’ key, and checked his surroundings again. Still nothing. Emboldened by his success thus far, he entered the remaining code until he heard the lock release. He pulled on the rusty handle, and found the door almost didn’t budge. Frustrated, he took two ends of the jacket that were still poking through the bars, and tugged some more. The door gave a loud, undisguisable screech as its hinges finally gave way to Jack’s forceful opening. He didn’t stop to look about, and strained every muscle to move the door even an inch. Little by little, the stubborn rusty thing gave way as its hinges squealed and groaned. A scream growl was heard at a distance - quite likely the next room. This time, Jack stopped pulling and turned in a half-circle, expecting a smiler or two behind him. He saw nothing moving, but knew they were closing in. “No no no no no no…” He turned back to the door, and pulled a little more, desperately this time. It barely moved. Sensing no time to waste, Jack squeezed himself through what little opening he had created, and hoped his body would bend around the rest. Something finally went right for Jack since this whole ordeal began, and he fit through the gap with a little tugging and pushing. He let out a groan as his wiry frame pressed against the sturdy but stubborn door, especially where it crossed his ribcage. Finally, he found himself on the other side of it. Just then, the wall of boxes exploded as one of the smilers burst through it. Jack gave a startled inhalation and stifled a cry. He turned toward the exit, and raced down the passage, completely neglecting to close the door behind him. His footsteps thundered down the tunnel as he continued his mad dash to freedom, and he couldn’t get there fast enough to embrace it. The smiler who destroyed his makeshift wall let out a scream growl, and found the noisy door to be almost no challenge. It ripped the door off its hinges, giving one last high-pitched screech before it was separated from its frame. Tossing it aside, the smiler took off after Jack. Jack finally reached the end of the tunnel, and leapt through the opening, not caring where he landed. As soon as he touched dirt, he let out a low grunt on impact, and then resumed running and vanished into the darkness. —-------- Helixion Genetics, exterior. REDACTED LOCATION. 0500 MST. 31-Oct-20XX. The watch had been a boring, uneventful one. Garrett Morrison took this job only for the money, but he had hoped for more excitement. Growing up watching a lot of movies about prison escapes and science fiction and cop dramas gave him the false impression that security of important places would be just like that. High-stakes drama, medical espionage, and intrigue on such jobs had so far eluded him. This was his seventh posting for guarding a facility on the night watch, and it was just as dull as the first six. His partner, a no-nonsense blonde woman, was almost as restless as he, but she disguised it well. Caroline Fisher was still wet behind the ears in security, having been demoted from the police force after taking the fall during a jewel heist, and she was none too pleased with the abrupt change in careers. She, too, was here for the money to raise the two children that two men had left her to raise without any support, and she could at least work nights to provide for her fractured family. Working with them - or more likely, overseeing them - was Patrolman Beau Cosgrove. His career as a policeman had been uneventful, and saw mostly routine work: speeding drivers, DUIs, and the occasional shoplifter, all coming with an avalanche of paperwork. Beau was in late middle age, and set to retire in four years with a healthy pension. He was proud of the fact that he had never lost a perp or taken fire in the line of duty. He lived and breathed Blue, and expected his children would do likewise. “I want to do a perimeter check,” Garrett said, not disguising the boredom in his voice. “Go right ahead,” Beau said with a non-committal nod of the head. “Check in if you find anything.” “Yessir.” With that, Garrett turned down the right side of the building, and disappeared from sight. Caroline needed something to pass the time. “Patrolman.” Beau was listening, and said nothing. “Do you know what we’re guarding here?” “Nope,” was the only answer he would give. “Can you even guess? It’s just a science lab.” “Nope.” She adjusted her belt slightly, shook her feet out, and tried to occupy her mind. Patrolman Cosgrove wasn’t interested in conversation. “May I do a round when Morrison comes back?” “Sure.” Beau stood stiffly at his post like a sentry. “No more talking.” Well, aren’t you just a fun one, she thought derisively. Then something new came into view. A man in a torn white dress shirt and black slacks was running across the parking lot at top speed. Caroline instantly drew her firearm and pointed it at the man. “Freeze!” She ran in the man’s direction, accompanied by Beau. Finally, some action! her mind shouted. “On the ground! Now!” The man stopped his run at once, and dropped to his knees quickly with his hands in the air. As Caroline reached the disheveled man, she could see that he was dressed like a business executive, except that his clothes were almost ruined. She could smell him before she reached him, and a vile chemical odor and days of unwash made her scrunch up her face. “Hands where I can see them! Now!” she ordered. “Please don’t shoot me! I just want to go home,” the man pleaded. “You are in a restricted zone,” Caroline demanded. “You got any ID on you?” The man raised his head to her, keeping his fingers splayed outwardly, and almost sobbing. “I… I’m… Johnathan Blaine. My dad’s the CEO of this company. Everyone calls me Jack.” “Bullshit! Back on the ground,” Beau ordered. “Please, let me go!” Jack pleaded. “I’ve been trapped here for days, and I just want to go home. No more spit, no more smilers, no more scary military men or guns or boxes! Please, you have to believe me!” Jack shot a glance over his left shoulder, his eyes darting around, looking for a safe place. “We have to go, or they’ll catch me again. You don’t want to become one, too!” The name was familiar to Caroline, but anyone could have known that, and without ID, he could just be lying. “What the hell are you talking about?” Jack let himself sit down, and kept his hands where they could be seen. Namely, on his face as he sobbed with both relief and fear of getting shot at the one-yard line. “They got them all. Every last one. But I escaped! I escaped, I escaped, I escaped… I wasn’t supposed to be here…” “Damn right you’re not. Where did you come from?” Caroline said. Jack could only let out soft choking cries of relief. Finding sympathy for the man, Caroline lowered her weapon, and turned to Beau. “What do you think? This guy legit?” “Maybe,” Beau replied, his voice devoid of emotion. Caroline kept her pistol in one hand while trying to raise Jack to his feet with the other. “Take him.” “You’re coming with us,” she said. “This is a restricted area, and even if you are who you say you are, you’re still not supposed to be here. You may have been exposed to chemicals and infection while in the labs.” Jack’s face turned to alarm, eyes wild with terror and helplessness. He knew he wasn’t getting out of this. “No, no infection. They never took me and changed me. They spat on me over and over and over, and now I’m free, so they don’t get to chase me around anymore! And neither do you!” Jack gave Caroline a mighty shove - or what he thought was a mighty shove - and she stumbled backwards as he tried to turn and flee. Reacting quickly, Beau knocked Jack over the head, and he instantly collapsed to the cold pavement. “Quarantine,” Beau ordered. “Take him.” Caroline let out a sigh of relief, thankful she wouldn’t have to put a bullet in this guy. Whatever he’d been through, she recognized that he was traumatized by the ordeal, and would likely need medical attention. He’s an exposure risk. You have to take him. Quickly, she pulled out a pair of nitrile gloves before she removed the handcuffs from her belt, forced Jack’s arms behind him, and cuffed him. Beau assisted her with raising Jack to his feet, and finally holstered his weapon. Caroline did likewise when she was sure Jack was subdued. “Quarantine tents are around front, right?” she asked. Beau nodded silently. “Come on, sir. We’ll get you cleaned up, and you’re going to spend the night in holding,” she said as she walked Jack around toward the front of the facility. Jack sobbed silently all the way, not knowing what would happen to him next. Beau returned to his post without a word, but before he got there, a volley of something wet and sticky struck his face. He began to draw his weapon for the thing that assailed him, but the chemicals acted fast, and Beau was lying awkwardly on a plot of grass before ten seconds had elapsed. A lone smiler stepped out of the shadows. He sniffed the air for other nearby guards, and then encroached on his prey. It knelt beside Beau, and wasted no time undressing him. The smiler flipped him over onto his back; Beau was probably flying and unaware of what was happening. The belt was undone in a flash, and the dark blue pants were pulled down to Beau’s ankles. The creature didn’t even bother with the boots, but raised Beau up by the legs until his shoulders and knees were almost touching. Then it drooled into Beau’s anus, and tongued the puckered flesh so the entry would be slick. The smiler grinned wickedly as it lubricated itself, and got its large dick ready for what must be done. —---- Garrett’s perimeter search found nothing of value. Every time he saw movement, it was something harmless like a squirrel or chipmunk scurrying into the bushes. The soft hooting of an owl in an overhead tree leant an eerie Halloween vibe to the whole scene. This was as exciting as it got, but Garrett was grateful for something different to look at after the long night watch with nothing happening. As he finished his patrol, one discovery was made: an opening in the side of the building. Its metal grate looked like it had been kicked out forcibly, but still swung, ready to be closed again. Garrett looked around hurriedly in hopes that no one was nearby to see him inspect it. Then his nose caught an odor that sent him reeling. The grate was somewhat damp, and had only a small amount of a viscous and sticky residue in one spot, as if a wet hand had pushed it open from inside. Garrett drew his weapon, and peered into the tunnel behind it. He shone his flashlight down the shaft, but could see nothing. He’d seen enough movies to know that calling into a dark tunnel might cause something inside to come out swinging at you, so he didn’t vocalize into it. Standing up from the tunnel, he activated his radio on the shoulder. “Cosgrove, this is Morrison. I’ve found an open grate on the side of the building.” But Beau didn’t answer him. The next voice he heard was Caroline’s. “That’s probably how this guy got out.” Garrett stood blinking with confusion. “What guy?” Caroline’s voice again answered him. “We caught a man escaping the facility. Says his name is Johnathan ‘Jack’ Blaine. I’ve taken him over to quarantine for questioning and holding while we verify his identity.” “Ten-four,” Garrett answered. “Cosgrove, come in.” Garrett got no reply. “Cosgrove, come in,” he repeated. Only radio silence answered him. “Go check on him,” Caroline answered. “He should be back at post.” Garrett knew this was bad news. How many times had he seen a film of any genre where someone wasn’t answering their radio, and something bad was currently happening to them? Garrett holstered his weapon, and dashed back to the assigned area. What he found shook his senses and defied belief. Something large and black as night was visible against the grass, and visibly copulating with something he couldn’t quite see. Garrett could make out a pair of boot soles in the air on each side of the thing that was kneeling upright and thrusting its pelvis. Garrett drew his weapon, and stopping in his tracks, he shouted, “Freeze! Hands where I can see them!” He pointed his pistol at the muscular monster, who stopped its movements, and looked over its right shoulder with one slow, creepy turn of its head. Garrett slightly lowered his pistol in disbelief. The creature resembled a man, but didn’t. Its features were mostly disguised by the darkness, but he could make out several large teeth, all shining like daggers. The creature hocked back deeply, and from its mouth shot a wad of spit at Garrett. He feigned to his right, and the gob missed its target. The creature resumed fucking its prey at a frantic pace, trying desperately to finish the job. Garrett fired a single shot at the creature. Bulls-eye. He had shot it in the back, and the beast howled in pain. Then it withdrew from Beau, leaving his body in a slump on the grass, and turned to Garrett. It gave a scream growl, prompting Garrett to cover his ears with both hands, and then it fled into the woods before Garrett could fire at him again. With the monstrosity out of sight, Garrett rushed over to Beau and knelt beside him, checking for vitals. “You’re okay, Cosgrove. It’s gone now, just breathe.” Garrett instantly activated his radio. “This is Garrett Morrison, I need backup NOW at the security post. Officer down, I repeat, officer down! Paramedics required at the security post! Bring a gurney, STAT!” Garrett then noticed that Beau’s face was covered in the same sticky substance that was on the metal grate, and tried to wipe it off to facilitate breathing. The creature had been raping him, and Beau’s facial expression was one of infinite bliss. His small pecker stood at full attention, and mentally, Beau was wondering why the surprise romp had suddenly ended. Garrett looked back at the spot where the creature had fled. “What the fuck was that?” As Garrett’s voice faded from earshot, the creature continued its frenetic charge through the woods, never stopping for a second. In its memory, the smiler recalled its former life as an accountant with a boring desk job. But crunching numbers and sending invoices had done nothing to prepare him for getting shot. The smiler let this thought go - it felt like someone else’s life, a long time ago - and leapt over a fallen log. It could see what looked like moving lights up ahead, and it instinctively ran towards them. Finally coming out of the woods and to a paved road, the thing suddenly collided with a large semi-truck, which sent it hurling into a tree on the curve up ahead. As the creature sailed through the air, it thought, Too damn short. Darkness overtook him on impact with the tree as the first shafts of daylight began to appear on the horizon.

I really try to stay in there. Sometimes he pops out. I have nowhere else to be, so I don't just seed, pull out, and run off to my next thing.

Be assured that there WILL be more chapters to follow. Check back every Friday for a new one. And thanks for the kind words for us.

Plus I'm keeping him busy. 😉