Leveling Up

Leveling Up

My Wife's Infernal Sodomy Adventure

63. FBI Cryptid Division Laboratory and Containment Center - Northern Arizona Desert

I dream of two white octopi dancing feverishly underwater in a lush alien world full of fern and bubbles. Or so it seems and I begin to realize that one is penetrating the other with one of its long sucking tentacles. They are mating. Later the female lays oblong eggs, twists its body into a knot, and slowly dies. In this species, the male lives to breed again while the females perish.

My eyelids slam up and I see I am in a brightly lit room covered on all sides by thick black rubber. My arms and legs are restrained inside of large plastic and metal limb like objects shaped like the letter X, coated in rubber, with thin plastic wires connecting to various computers and 4k monitors. My dick hurts and I can see a catheter attached to a dark yellow urine bag. I'm clad only in blue medical gown. I need to get the fuck out of here and find my wife.

"Mr. Tagliacozzi," Special Agent Boulder addresses as he approaches with a smirk, his legs shuffling while his boots scruff against the gray concrete. He wears a golden FBI jacket over a ballistic vest and his typical sunglasses which oddly suite the brightness of the room.

"Let me out of here!" I yell at him, growl, and struggle against the restraints which rattle squeak. "I'll kill you. I saw what you did to Thalsyn, you fucking bastard! He said you tortured him. My grandfathers didn't fight in the war for you to treat my wife and I this way. Show me she's ok, now!"

Special Agent Boulder shrugs, retrieves a small remote from his wrinkled jacket pocket and clicks it. A humming monitor nearby flickers and I see my recently pregnant wife dressed as I am with her left foot connected to a long and heavy metal chain restraining her to the middle of the hard concrete floor in an otherwise empty room.

"What the fuck is this!?" I screech at him. "Why is she chained up like that?" My neck chords, body shakes and with all my strength I only feel the restraints grow more tight. "If we're being held, I demand to see a judge! Even those devils abided as much."

"I've been told you're the greatest history teacher of all time," he mocks me. "Surely you've figured it out. You forfeited your humanity when you cavorted with the infernal. Your conduct violates our treaty with Perditus. The two of you don't have rights anymore."

"Bullshit!" I object and try to channel electricity from the surrounding computers oddly out of place in this primitive concrete dungeon. "What're you doing with her?!"

"It's time for me to give a history lesson," Special Agent Boulder responds with a wide grin. "A president once said, 'Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country'. I'd quiz, instead, what has the United States done for you? Every meal you've eaten was subsidized by the Department of Agriculture. Those full grocery stores and endless fast food restaurants. You can thank us for that."

My eyes search for something, anything I can use to bash his skull in and free myself.

"It's hardly the only thing," he rants through a knowing grin. "We guaranteed your mortgage and student loans. We help pay your salary through grants. The Internet? Our invention. Social media, the mass media, pornography, education, and food. That's a lot, yes? And of course there's the drugs. The ones we license. Or the ones we don't but somehow always seem widely available. Certainly I don't need to tell someone like you what the CIA was up to in Viet Nam. Or more recently Afghanistan."

"You want credit for this or something??" I yell. "You act like I'm a scumbag because I have demon in my blood. Yet you're some proud peddler of soma. Making people sick and addicted, for what, power?"

"Special Agent Boulder laughs and extrapolates, "That's why you and your wife are here. Whatever is inside the two of you. The driver of her constant infidelities. We want to study it. Duplicate it. Imagine how much we will have. When the water every American citizen drinks, bathes in, and cooks with is completely laced with the stuff."

On a nearby television monitor a red rotating light flashes next to the large door next to my cowering wife followed by a loud and deep repetitive buzzing sound. A distant whirring noise follows a low rumble and a deep resonate groan of metal against metal.

"What's going on!?" I yell and thrash against my restraints.

Special Agent Boulder smirks. "We found it locked in a cave in Afghanistan," he explains. "In the Wakhan corridor. We believe it's millions of years old and came from another planet in our galaxy. It appears to be some advanced biologically engineered organism. There is no communicating with it. However, those in proximity often experience memories of its creators through shared hallucinations. It was designed for high intelligence and immortality. Its makers built it in their image. They believed it would carry on its dying civilization without having to sexually reproduce. It went insane and traveled here in desperation. It will attempt, violently if necessary, to mate with anything it can wrap its tentacles around."

My body tremors and eyes tear "She's pregnant!" I scream at him and my voice cracks. "You're going to kill my son!"

Special Agent Boulder shrugs his shoulders. "This is what happens when you don't care about anything," he lectures. "Thalsyn told me you put her up to it. It's your fault. You could've eaten the hamburgers, streamed Netflix, or watched the porn. Just like with the teaching. You had to take it up to another level." He walks away leaving me alone in the warm room forced to watch what is about to happen to my vulnerable restrained wife.

He's wrong. I loved teaching and put so much of myself into it. I realize now I had unconsciously begun to resent the rest of my life. So much that I neglected my responsibilities to my wife and yet to be born son. Yes, Wendy was jealous of me. But not cause she wanted to be better so much as she wanted my attention. While this is regretful, he is also incorrect that I should have sickened myself on the soma he slings. I once thought I'd be content with just being the greatest history teacher of all time. Now, I've tasted fame, fought fierce foes, and banked decent money. My ambitions were too narrowly focused. Don't worry Wendy. I will rescue you and our son and we will share in wealth, fame, and power.

The large door next to my wife opens revealing a dark hallway. A strange plopping noise approaches and I can see Wendy's body tremor, eyes tear up, and breaths saw in and out and she runs as far away as her chained foot allows and when she can't go further, she grabs at the chain and pulls with all of her strength.

The tip of a white suctioned tentacle launches out from the darkness and wraps around her right hand.

Wendy releases an ear-piercing scream as her own body whitens and the tentacle yanks her arm until she falls to the ground and it drags her screaming and shivering body into the darkness while the long metal chain scrapes against the concrete floor.

Tears pour from my eyes and I scream as I stare at the blackness on the monitor hearing only my wife's repeated shrieking and the scraping of the metal chain against the ground. I hear shouting and another man shrieking nearby. A door behind me creaks open and I see a severed arm come spinning around on the floor leaving a trail of blood.

Thalsyn runs forward and his clawed hands are dripping with blood. He is dressed in a ballistic vest and FBI uniform but makes no effort to disguise his form and the clothing is altered so as to accommodate his spade tipped tail and his blue bat like wings. When he sees me, he stops and approaches. "Have you seen that Boulder fucker?" he asks.

I weep as I stare down at him. "He was here," I report and sniffle. "But he left. You've got to help me. They're running some cruel experiment on my wife. My son's life is in danger."

Thalsyn examines a nearby colorful buttoned control panel but is unable to ascertain how to operate it.

"The rubber!" I yell. "Thrash it!"

The incubus obeys, thrashes with his claws, makes piles of the stuff, causes the room to reek of its smoke and earthiness, and on occasion he drags the stacks of refuse and shoves them into the hallway.

"More!" I demand and he continues jaw-set and eyes focused.

64. FBI Cryptid Division Laboratory and Containment Center - Observation Deck

"This power surge, it's extraordinary," Special Agent Boulder remarks as he stares at various graphs and data displays over a series of sleek flat mounted computer monitors.

FBI agents and scientists mill about the metal floor of the observation deck, some clacking at keyboards. Others chatter, clunking their boots against metal or scratching pencil to clipboards.

Special Agent Tully wearing a white lab coat approaches her colleague and massages his shoulders. "Well, Lohrnihr, before becoming leader of his clan," she explains. "He was an incubus. I can only imagine what its like. Something like that being inside a woman chained to the floor with the alien cephalopod. Body and mind, raped simultaneously." She closes her eyes and parts her lip as she rubs him.

The ground shakes, the room rattles, and lights flicker on then off again. Several of the television screens begin to reboot.

"What the fuck was that!?" one of the FBI agents present asks before sipping hot coffee.

"Relax," Special Agent Boulder dismisses with a wave of his hand. "We knew the main power might not hold. It's why we installed the auxiliary system."

The ground shakes again more violently than before and the flickering lights shut off and this time they don't turn on again. A buzzing, repeating alarm sounds and red lights through out the laboratory begin flashing.

"Don't panic!" Special Agent Boulder urges as he stands up from the desk chair. His feet shuffle in the dark and he picks up a plastic instrument attached to a coiled wire. He flicks a switch which clicks and speaks into the plastic receiver, "This is a code 52 emergency." His voice broadcasts across the laboratory including the observation deck. "Repeat code 52. Lethal ammunition is not authorized. Repeat. Not authorized. In no circumstance is the armory door to be unlocked. No circumstances!"

"I'm going to check on the cephalopod," Special Agent Tully says.

65. FBI Cryptid Division Laboratory and Containment Center - Touring with Thalsyn

With much of the rubber shredded, electricity surges around me like I'm a human Tesla coil.

"Your eyes have that blue glow," Thalsyn remarks.

"That's not necessarily a good thing," I warn him and think of Wendy. The television monitor overlooking her test chamber shorted out awhile ago leaving burnt scent.

A roar erupts from my mouth and electricity sizzles around the exposed steel of my leg and arm restraints. Acrid smoke that smells like burnt electrical wires wafts and the metal corrugates until I am able to free my arms and legs.

"Let's go, quickly," I urge.

"Wait," Thalsyn says as he reaches his large right claw underneath my medical gown. He removes the catheter causing me to wince. "I thrashed a few of the fuckers back there. They had combat gear but no weapons. If we dress like them; less likely for them to shoot at us on sight. Plus we're going to need their flashlights."

We go and I suit up as he is and we walk down a dark corridor each holding a flashlight so as to see in the dark. The tunnels have very high ceilings which footsteps seem to reverberate off of giving a unsettling sense of openness despite being enclosed. "Shouldn't you appear as human?" I ask.

"Not possible, not with the sedatives they gave me," he explains. "Might help though if you're not a walking lightning storm, can you do that?"

"I don't know," I say, hold up my hand and gather all the electricity into my hand, turn it into the size of a volleyball before allowing it to slowly float away. My eyes return to normal.

"How'd you escape?" I ask.

"Sabotage," he explains. "Someone let me out. One of these spooks is a traitor to his people."

"Your traitor?" I interrogate.

"No," he says. "There's some op being run here. I don't know by who. But my guess is someone in Hell is responsible. Maybe Perditus. They seemed pissed when the feds raided their place. To be honest, the FBI saved a lot of 'em. It was going to be a devil barbecue before those flashbangs. Still, we made them look like fools."

I step in a puddle, sniff, and smell iron. Pointing the flashlight down, I see I am standing in crimson blood of which a severed human finger floats. Quickly I shuffle back. The two of us rapidly swing light beams ahead. The tunnel is covered in gristle, chewed on human bones, and blood stained filth. We both stand quiet listening over the repeating buzzing alarm. A woman's voice shrieks in a pitch that goes from high to gnarled that's followed by some deep throated feral howl from some beast like I've never heard before.

"Let's not go this way," I suggest and Thalsyn nods.

We take another path and encounter two FBI agents who fire tranquilizer darts at us. The first hits Thalsyn's ballistic vest and does nothing. Another strikes my shoulder. It doesn't make me sleepy.

I yank out the dart, look down at it, and chuck it at the agent who had fired upon me. It strikes him in his leg, his mouth foams, body collapses with a thud, and his flashlight rolls against the concrete with a rhythmic hollow ringing.

The other agent drops her tranquilizer gun which thuds against the concrete, curls into a ball and begins to cry causing her makeup to run.

"Lead us to the armory!" Thalsyn demands. "There are many ways I could torture you but I don't have time. If you don't tell me I will push my claw into your stomach. You'll bleed out on the concrete slowly and we'll move on."

She cries hysterically and says nothing.

I feel bad for her but at the same time it is pathetic for an FBI agent to act this way. Maybe she has a family. I don't know. There's no wedding ring. They brought me here against my will and my wife's life is in dangers. I'm not Thalsyn's keeper nor must I answer for his sins. It is his decision and in turn, his burden to face consequences if any.

He does as he said and I look away.

We plod on the warm concrete further and when we turn around a gnarled corner, we shine beaming light on five FBI agents and them on us.

"Demon!" one of the agents yells and trembles his hand causing the beam from his flashlight to jerk about before facing me. "Sir, why is he dressed that way?"

My eyes peer down at my jacket well illuminated by the beams of the assembled agents and I notice that it denotes my rank within the agency as

Supervisory Special Agent

. I wave my hand and spit on the concrete. "You questioning me?" I ask with a growl. "If ever the Bureau faced an emergency situation. This is it. Son..." I think he is actually older than me but I proceed anyways. "We are locked in war between savage beasts and those enlightened enough to speak, read, and write. Therefore, I took it upon myself to recruit as my second in command, Special Agent Thalsyn. Now, each of you, shake."

I grin as each of the FBI agents reluctantly extend their hands one at a time and shake Thalysn's long azure claw.

"Take us to the armory," Thalsyn orders with a smirk.

"We can't!" one of the FBI agents insists. "We've got a bunch of us! Trapped! Their lives in imminent danger. The reason we're out here is to seek help."

"If we can help free those who are trapped," I begin to ask and continue, "will you show us to the armory?"

"Yes, of course," the FBI agent replies.

"Let's go," I say.

We enter into the short side of a long rectangular room most of which consists of a pool taking up almost the entire room except for a very narrow path around only one of the long sides suited only for one man to traverse at a time connecting the two short sides. Near the door we entered through on one of the short ends are three FBI agents with their backs pressed up against the wall. Across the room gathered on the other short side are another fifteen agents and with a sixteenth about half way across the narrow strip, pale, trembling, and stealthily stepping.

"It's an infernal!" one of the the three agents lined against the wall adjacent to us utters in a hushed yell.

The other two immediately shush him.

There are bubbles in the pool followed by splashes as some massive creature concealed beneath its surface swims before submerging.

The man in the middle of the narrow path freezes and pisses himself. Suddenly he begins to sprint down the remainder, a large set of keys chained to his belt clinking. The others against the wall look away.

The massive creature swims next to the thin edge, creates a giant splash, and when the water clears, I can see a scaled claw holding the shrieking agent in its talons before it submerges and drags him underneath the pool's dark blue surface.

Agents on both sides and myself and Thalsyn shine our flashlights at the spot he went down. Moments pass before the surface of it goes scarlet with blood.

We're all quiet, the pool bubbles, and around the middle, the head of a massive sea serpent emerges, reveals its sharp, jagged, and blood-stained teeth, and it bellows out an ear piercing roar. I can see many of the FBI agents on both sides of the divide cower, shake, and look away. One in particular lined against the wall next to me weeps uncontrollably.

My shoulders shrug, chest puffs out, neck cracks and my left hand grips my right wrist of which hand I twist. "Relax, I got this," I brag and adopt a cocky smile. Slowly, I approach, squat, and peer into the dark rippling pool. My finger dips and it's colder than I'd expect. This isn't how it'd be. Not in the desert this time of year. The pool is cooled somehow. My hand raises, takes the form of "the shocker," and blue-white electricity pulses around it. I shove it underneath the dark surface and the frigid water slowly illuminates through the current. "Get ready to be soup!" I mock boisterously. Those behind me against the wall are wide eyed and whispering except for the one who cries incessantly.

The water stirs and the great beast swims fast near our narrow side, creating a giant freezing splash that drenches us all.

The water dims again and the serpent surfaces and its own body now flashes and zaps with blue-white current. With its head and two front taloned claws above, it's snake body shivers several times before it sneezes out glowing electrical mucous that strikes the agent against the wall who has been endlessly weeping.

The agent covered in the electric snot stumbles forward, seizes up for a second, his body flashes for an instant revealing the skeleton inside of his body, and he trips and falls into the water in front of us only for the beast's scaled talon to quickly grab him and drag him down into the dark, cold, and cursed water.

The FBI agents near murmur before there is a loud splash. Something shoots out of the water, hits the back wall, and rolls. It's the electrocuted agent's severed head. All the skin is gone. Like when I'd eat a chicken thigh and bite the skin and swallow it. When I squint, I see some sizzled bone and left over pulsing currents.

Thalsyn approaches, places his right clawed hand on my left shoulder, and says, "Brother, allow me."

I back up and nod.

His wings flap open and he flies across the dark pool which again begins to wave. A torrent of water erupts out from the surface and blasts Thalsyn who loses stride and drops into the reservoir with a splash.

The massive beast swims towards him, grabs him and with one of its scaled hands, large compared to Thalsyn's but small for the size of its enormous body. It has three talons and an extremely short arm attaching it. Gripping his body, the beast slams him against the hard concrete wall of the room causing his blue wings to bleed.