Note from Bookbuddy: The first in this trilogy is Adult World described how through miss fortune this group of swinger after intrigue and police harassment end up on a farm. Read Adult World Pt 01 - 25 to read this
This second novella, Adult Farm follows the trials and tribulations of a group of like mind people who join forces to create a world separating passion and love. A polyamory community focused on bringing all forms of sexual activity to those pursuing it for pleasure without shame or retribution. Read the stories before this to follow the full story.
New readers, I recommend starting at - Adult World Pt 01 The Meeting - to understand the characters and background.
If you have read that, then start Adult Farm Pt 01 The Water Hole Everyone else, thanks for continuing to support this tale and above all, enjoy.
All Characters in this story are over the age of 18 Years old and are consenting adults.
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The city flat raid raised alarm bells with David, concern for his surveillance footage and cameras. His paranoia wasn't the raw footage, backups existed. His paranoia source, someone using the footage before he was ready. They had heaps of pornographic footage with commercial value to them. He didn't want uncut footage in the house or studios when they had guests. His worry wasn't the stuff they had cut and now showed freely at the retreat weekends, it was the stuff that they weren't using, footage of people they weren't certain about. This footage may prove harmful to some people. Imagine watching porn with your girlfriend and finding yourself having sex with somebody else, What a turnoff. Some people might use the footage as revenge porn or a part of legal action for divorce proceedings.
On moving, they noticed a concrete block building situated away from the house, out back of the orchard. The building looked like a pump shed, or perhaps a killing shed. Many farms had killing sheds to home kill beasts on the property, butcher and hang them.
Today June and Dave went to investigate the building. On entering they realised it wasn't a pump shed, or a killing shed, maybe a panic room, or perhaps a hurricane shelter. Whatever its purpose, the block building was only quite small. It measured three square metres, set near the edge of a small cliff. It had shelves containing gardening stuff. A generator sat in the corner vented to the outside world, over kill for this tiny shed. The whole thing a puzzle: unless the builder had a lot of concrete blocks, they got rid by building a garden shed. The structure too substantial, perhaps a bomb shelter, they thought. A more detailed search revealed a steel trap door, blended to appear part of the floor but definitely a trap door leading who knows where?
A mixture of fear, apprehension, and curiosity washed through them as they opened this doorway. What was down here, did it hold a wine cellar, perhaps some kind of S&M dungeon? Maybe where they tied submissive in chains and whipped mercilessly, or perhaps a hideaway for a fugitive. Finding out what's down the hole would require lifting the trapdoor. Dave strained to shift the door, the grip being two ring pulls. He struggled while June searched. She found two identical handle looking things hanging by the garden tools. The handles had a hook on them. It occurred to her they must fit through those rings Dave was struggling with. They slipped the hooks into the slots and suddenly they had handles to lift the trapdoor. They both pulled at the door, easing it up.
Below a set of metal stairs led to a dark hole, Dave started down the ladder with June using her phone to light the way. At the bottom of the stairs, he searched the wall for a switch. He found it. He turned the switch on and a set of light tubes flickered to life.
"Its getting power from somewhere." Dave said.
He had entered a green room; the place appeared like a second tiny house underground. First impression it appeared as a single primary room with a couch, a table with six chairs. The kitchenette comprised an electric hotplate sink with running water, a tall old refrigerator switched off the door open. Investigation of a door at the end revealed a large walk-in pantry.
June followed Dave. The air felt damp, a musty smell assaulted the nostrils. No outside windows existed, the only fresh air came through the stairs. June looked for any ventilation. She found a big red switch on the wall, trying it, immediately filling the room with fresh air. Her right fist polished her nails against a fake collar to congratulate herself.
A second look revealed a small toilet room, Dave wondered how it worked underground, he flushed, it seemed to work. Two bunk sets filled another small room. A control box next to the stairs revealed that the underground room drew its powered via the mains from the house,. A telephone line, Dave imagined, came from the house. A switch to turn on the diesel generator upstairs in case the power from the house disappeared. No mobile signal down here. With the trapdoor closed, it would hide you from the world.
Later, when they asked Poppy's dad about the room, he was as surprised as them. He pressed the owner. She told her husband had set it up as a refuge in case of major bush fires. He used to call it his nuclear shelter in the early seventies when they weren't sure if the world would end up in a nuclear winter. He took it as a hobby project; they kept it up to date ever since. They had used it for fun to make sure it all worked, but largely it had remained inactive.
