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The following story may contain themes of hypnosis, mind control, non-consent, paranormal, cheating, cuckoldry, voyeurism, incest, gang bangs, and other forms of debauchery. This may not be the story for you.
This is a work of fiction. All characters depicted are at least 18 years of age. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Debauchery Falls chapter 03
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By the time they were only a few miles away, they had caught a break in the weather. The rain slowed and eventually let up. That was a relief. It made it that much easier to locate the turn-off into town.
True to the description, it was mostly fields and woods-- very remote and isolated. The little convoy of dark blue Jeeps took the turn to the north and were all too enthusiastic to go rumbling through the mud in the grassy field that lined the road.
They chose a big open patch of wooded ground to rally the vehicles and establish a staging area, about half a mile from the town. Close enough that they could drive in, but far enough away that they could look around without being noticed. They parked among the trees instead of along the road, keeping their activities private from any curious motorists... not that there were any.
Stepping out of the vehicles, into the humid air, the first thing they noticed was how quiet and devoid of civilization this area of the state really was. There were no people out here.
The spot was quite scenic without the rain to blind them. The rolling carpets of the Appalachians towered above them, and seemed to muffle the sounds of the outside world. The stream was audible and pleasant. Enough trees provided shade to create a cozy little retreat. The air, though humid and suffocating, smelled fresh. They could not hear planes, cars, lawn mowers, or any other sounds associated with day to day human intrusion into nature. It was a little bubble. The clouds parted just enough to stab a shaft of warm sunlight all the way to the ground. Then the clouds closed and it was gone.
Captain Graver and Lieutenant Galloway oversaw the team. The group began busily unpacking the Jeeps and working to establish camp, several of the men ran trips back and forth from the main RV to the smaller vehicles. Their feet swished over the wet grass.
"What's that all about?" Jessup asked, nodding to the police barricades further up the road. They were stacked just before the short two lane bridge that crossed a muddy and very rocky burbling stream. With all the rain, the stream could have been the Mississippi.
Jessup was eager and trying to notice everything around him.
"With the power out, most likely the police don't want outsiders trying to loot homes." Halley explained.
"I get it. I lived in a small town growing up... one of those places where it's just a main strip and tons of old apartments," Jessup said. "Whenever we had power outages that lasted longer than an hour, the place would empty out. I mean total ghost town. It was spooky." Jessup peered through the front window of the RV at the ominous tunnel of trees that lay ahead.
"Well that's what we're facing," Halley said. "But we won't know until we go in and check it out." She was already considering sending in two teams. One to make contact and one to discreetly recon the area. She'd keep a few men back at camp as a reserve detail.
Halley unpacked her laptops and arranged them one by one on the RV's kitchen table, as the hum of the AC blasted them with cool air. It was quite a contrast from the humidity outside. Jessup was trying to help, although he seemed to be more in the way. She handed him several power cables and told him where to plug in. Give the kid something to do.
"Are you bored or something?" Halley asked, noticing the way he hung around her.
Jessup shrugged. "Feeling a bit like a fifth wheel. So I'm just trying to look busy. Why? Is it showing?"
The door of the trailer opened and Kate Galloway stepped inside. She noticed Jessup was helping without really helping. "Jessup," she said, "I must not be working you hard enough if you're in here trying to flirt with Halley. Go help Chaney with the ammo crates before he gives himself a hernia."
Jessup reddened, and excused himself hurriedly, joining the rest of the men outside in the soaked field.
Halley smirked. "You sure do have a way about you. He's an okay kid. Be nice."
Galloway looked a little pleased with herself. "Hey, somebody's gotta look out for the Captain's best interests when his back is turned. Speaking of which... we need to discuss shoes for the big day."
Halley grunted as she plugged in her monitor and powered up the array. One screen flashed an overhead satellite map of the county. Another showed several exterior cameras positioned on the RV. Even more were revealing snowy static. Halley swore.
"This again? Keep distracting me, and you'll all be dancing at the reception in six inch heels."
"Ouch," Galloway held up her hands defensively. She was wearing black fingerless gloves. Definitely not the type who would enjoy wearing heels to a wedding (let alone as part of the bridal party). "No, but seriously. You better pick something soon. Morgan's threatening to wear her combat boots with her dress if you don't."
Halley looked up and shrugged. She honestly didn't know if she was the easiest bride in the world, or the biggest pain in the ass. She was laid back, didn't have a lot of strong opinions about most of it-- other than the booze and the food. Everything else seemed somewhat trivial to her. "As long as the food is good, the groom is there, and they don't pull some liquor license shit about not being able to serve straight whiskey, I don't care. Surprise me, Galloway."
