2 comments/ 14973 views/ 2 favorites Putnam Ch. 01 By: MrPessimist All in all, Sheriff Creech was kind of looking forward to retirement. It was a lovely mid-May and ending his decades of service to Putnam, Kentucky just in time to be able to spend Christmas with Elaine and her boys - his grandchildren. He was smiling just thinking about it as he leaned back at his desk. Plenty of good memories with this town, he almost hated to go. "Hey, Old Man." spoke up Deputy Hallenbrook. In full honestly, Putnam probably didn't need a Deputy but Creech brought him on when he had accepted the fact that he was getting old and should have a replacement in the works and didn't feel like holding off until the next sheriff elections in a few years. The town had to approve of that of course but Putnam, Kentucky all told had maybe 2,500 people under its township and that was being generous. A few bulletins at some of the local churches and it was just a quick 3 minute vote at the next city council meeting. "Hey, young'en. Any new trouble we have to deal with?" "I got a source says that Jimmy White is growin' weed again. Bob King ain't up to nothin' illegal but he fell off the wagon again last night. And the Caldwell's are wondering if you're willing to cut a deal to help with Stevie's situation." A source. Heh, Deputy Hallenbrook made it sound so official and criminal. Truth is, Alan hit one of the local bars while off duty and heard a few conversations. Good thing too though, kept the Sheriff's office looking busy. "Jimmy took after his daddy, he ain't in it too hurt nobody. We'll go by his mother's place later to get him to change is mind. And I'm thinking we'll call Howard at the Courthouse and see if we can work out a Community Service deal, but let's scare Stevie a little - don't want him joy riding again. Bob though, Bob's liver can't take it anymore and he knows it. You want to take Howard or Bob?" "Howard, I think his niece sweet on me and she works the front desk." the Deputy chuckles. Sheriff Creech forgets himself and chuckles a bit at that. "Alright, I'll talk to Bob - radio in when you're done and meet me at the White's in case Cheryl's in a bad mood." That was the joke of course. Cheryl, Jimmy's mother, was always in a bad mood. Yeah - Putnam, Kentucky was a slow town and getting slower. Sheriff Creech never liked talking about, or thinking about, why that was. It's not like it didn't have its perks, granted - a Slow Town was a Safe Town - but Putnam was a town that was too slow, Sheriff Creech had the statistics to prove it. Oh, it looked so good on paper when you looked at the crime rates - especially the violent ones. Heck, there's only been one of what could be could be called a sex crime in the last decade - and even that wasn't that bad. Last year a couple teachers from the community college up the road got a bit randy, decided to pull over and make love in the great outdoors of Putnam's own Heavenly Kingdom Park, and accidently got caught by a couple hippies tending their weed patch. Even that turned out to nothing but one man's word against another and the hippies had much more to lose so he had to let them off with just a warning. Unfortunately, the reason why things like that were so low was so depressing. Putnam, Kentucky always was a mining town - mostly Coal. The vast majority of the men who lived in Putnam, Kentucky were both the sons of Coal Miners, worked as Coal Miners, and would die as Coal Miners. The problem was that nothing says one type of mine can't find another type of rock, and its a well known fact that a Coal mine can have quite a bit of Uranium in it as well. And apparently the Coal Mines around Putnam have quite a bit of Uranium in 'em, but nobody figured that out until after the Coal Mines were well established as the main employers of the region and they sure as hell couldn't make the changes it would take to account for it. So the town decided it rather would pretend it wasn't the case and run with it, much to Sheriff Creech's own disagreement. But he was outvoted, as Miners came home with little bits of radioactive dust allover their bodies year after year. It may not of looked it at a glance, but among the men who worked in the mines the cancer rate was about double the national average but that wasn't the most tragic bit. "You and the wife have any luck?" Sheriff Creech asks the young man, not looking him in the eye for it. The Deputy shakes his head. A town the size of Putnam should be seeing about 30 births a year if you go from the national average, but it hasn't done better then half the births it should of gotten in coming up on 20 years now - and is usually lucky to get even a third. Last year, there were only 8. There were good jobs here, new families always moved in to match the losses but that couldn't hold up forever. Yes, he was looking forward to retirement. He just wanted to make that someone else's problem at this point. Just hold out until Christmas and he was home free. -------- Natalia Youngblood had been looking forward to this all year, honestly. Heavenly Kingdom Park had some great running trails that she really wanted to explore and now that the elementary school was officially on summer break she'd have time. A few meetings left maybe but her grades were done and Putnam Elementary officially had a new batch of 5th graders out of her hands. Now she'd really get time to do what she wanted on the side. Natalia Youngblood wasn't satisfied being just an elementary schoolteacher, on the side she's been training for one of those Tough Mudder Contests she's been reading about on the internet - something said to be like a cross between an Iron Man Triathlon and a Burning Man Festival. She liked that, and she's been training for 3 years now to get onto that. Of course, the fact that it turned the formerly obese redhead into the woman now considered arguably the most attractive woman in town was a perk. It was certainly a pleasant surprise for her that the freakishly built women she saw on TV were the steroid abusers. Sure, her bust and ass have technically shrunk but the rest of her shrunk more so they looked bigger then ever. She went for an athletic build, she looked like a playboy bunny with some muscle tone. She pretended not to notice. He noticed though. He breathes out hard as he commits to his course of action - Natalia never stood a chance. For a while he took the stealthy approach, following her trail as she went deeper into the park. Now, when he's within a handful of yards, he doesn't even bother with stealth anymore and just comes at her too fast for it to matter. The flying tackle is a thing of beauty as he knocks her clean off the trail into the bushes and knocks the already labored wind of the work-out right out of her. He's already pinned her arms down and with one hand ripped off her shirt and bra before she's collected enough to even look at her attacker - why were her nipples already hard and her pussy already getting wet? Looking up she sees, well - something she doesn't believe. "You . . .have Horns?" The horned man responds by clamping down on her mouth with one hand while the other rips away her running shorts and the last of her underwear. That's when she feels it, that this man's legs are the hairiest that she's ever even heard of let along felt, and that penis of his - she manages to snatch a look downward and she whimpers a bit. She's only seen bigger cocks on barnyard animals! She has no idea how exactly she's getting so wet but she's thankful that she has been because the man-beast-thing just shoves it inside her. There is pain, quite a bit of pain with the sheer size, but pleasure crashes over it and around it in a wave. "HRAH!" the beast-thing grunts as he gives his cock another hard shove into her body, and Natalia feels it as shivers of pleasure dancing up her pussy. "HRAH! HRAH!" Two more hard thrusts into her body, and Natalia feels fireworks up and down her body as she has the first orgasm she's had in a long time. "HRAH! HRAH! HRAH! HRAH!" Soon the only sounds in that part of the park are the fhlemy grunts of the man-beast and the sound of thrashing of her body under him as she can't stop having orgasm after orgasm. There would be her screams of pleasure of course but the beast's hand holds over the lower half of her face tightly. "HRAH!HRAH!HRAH!HRAH!HRAH!HRAH!" Oh god, she can't stop. She's lost count of how many times she's cum on this thing's dick - they just keep coming and coming and coming and she keeps cumming and cumming and cumming and cumming. "HHRRAAAAHHH!" The beast-man's orgasm floods her body in flows of fluid that she can actually feel as she has one last giant rocket of an orgasm that sends her far above anything she's ever felt before. And when he's done, he - without a hint of ceremony - simply pulls out of her and gets up, hooves on the forest ground crushing twigs and leaves as he slowly walks away into the woods - just as she passes out into an overfucked bliss. Putnam Ch. 02 ========== Another slow day in Putnam and Sheriff Jacob Creech sat at the house behind the Sheriff's Office he's lived in for decades now. This house has been good to him, he was a young man here - Sarah lived here with him before the Lord took her home 8 years ago. He raised Elaine here, she moved out and had kids on her own. At this point he's not sure any other place could ever feel like home. Definitely not without wood panel walls and thick brown carpet everywhere. Funny, when he got the house he was worried it was kind of small. Now it felt too big with him here by himself. He sighs, and goes back to eating some canned chili and watching Wheel of Fortune. Shaping up to another slow night in Putnam, he'd put on a normal button up shirt and just laid back, wondering if he was going to fall asleep in the chair again to the sounds of the wheel spokes hitting the needle over the sounds of Pat Sajak's voice. Then the phone rang. Jacob paused, honestly too surprised to move to answer it for two rings. He wasn't unfamiliar with the concept, in theory sometimes you needed a sheriff outside of regular office hours. Its just that - in Putnam? He answers on the fourth ring after seeing the caller ID. Dr. Angela Crowe, "Angie" to her friends. A nice lady who worked under Doc Stevens - the one man still working in Putnam older then Jacob was. Technically a full doctor but Angie and Doc seem to have worked a deal to work together so that she gets the clinic when Doc does retire. So for now she's acting more like the head nurse, but a damn fine one. He answers the call quickly, if just out of curiosity more then anything. "Angela, how's life treating you?" "Sorry, Jacob - but this is for business. I'm going to need you to come to me and sign some legal things. Biological materials are involved so it can't wait, but I don't think it would be a good idea to bring Alan." Jacob paused, wondering what this could be but already feeling that this could be bad, "Alright, I'm getting my keys- though if I need to put on a uniform it could take a minute. The Clinic?" "No need for the uniform, just need your signature. But I'm not at the Clinic. Do you know Natalia Youngblood?" "Only by reputation, teaches at the Elementary School, right? Don't know where she lives but I've got a GPS in my car." he says, getting ready to fetch the address from the computers, "What's this about?" "I don't think I should talk about it over the phone, but thanks Sheriff." Sure, he didn't know where Natalia lived but he was still in front of the small house 10 minutes later, the cooler evening air making a walking cane needed. Still, not bad shape for a man so close to retiring. He breathes in the night air as he walks up to the door and knocks. Angie answers, and smiles though she's wearing a lab coat and gloves over a blouse and knee skirt. She's wearing light colors as always if to contrast with her darker skin and hair. Supposedly, Crowe isn't a coincidence and she's got quite a bit of Native American blood in her. Jacob never asked, never seemed like any of his business. She holds her hands out to point him toward a box about half-again the size of a shoebox on the dinning room table with a clipboard on it, a thick pen resting on top with x's already placed where he's supposed to sign. "Hello, Angie - where's Natalia?" "Upstairs, taking a long bath. Just need you to sign the seal and a few of the papers, already marked out where." "What am I looking at?" Angie sighs a bit herself, looking down a bit as she decides what she's going to say. "Officially. It's an Anonymous Physical Evidence Recovery Kit." "I'm sorry, I don't know what that is." "It's a Rape Kit. Sheriff." Jacob is stunned into silence at the idea of such a thing happening in Putnam as Angie keeps going. "Officially, all I can tell you is that in my professional opinion somewhere in your jurisdiction there was a sexual assault, but the victim has decided to not file charges or fill out any sort of official report. She has however agreed to allow for collection of evidence for use in any other legal action against her attacker." He might of been born in the dark, but it wasn't last night. Jacob gets it, officially - that's all he knows. What he official knows and what he actually knows can be very different things. "If she's not willing to file a report there's no a whole lot we can do for Natalia." "Officially, I can't confirm that the victim was Natalia Youngblood." Angie replies, looking a bit depressed. "But Unofficially, we wouldn't be standing in her house if it wasn't." "Speaking entirely off the record- you got it. She told me that at about 10 this morning she was running in Heavenly Kingdom Park when a large man with she didn't recognize ambushed her, knocked her off the trail, then raped her." "Dear God. How bad off is she?" "Some scrapes from the ambush, and quite a lot of bruising. Her attackers don't seem to have been out to hurt her, but there's even a hand shaped bruise on her face from where they held her mouth shut." "I'm sorry, "attackers". I thought you said there was only one." "No, She says there was only one attacker. She also says he had Horns, and a very large Penis. In my professional opinion though, going by the pelvic exam and the volume of semen I've recovered - I'd say there were at least 3 attackers that didn't use condoms, who knows how many more that did, and after the whole group was done they shoved something like a police baton or a baseball bat into her." "Jesus Christ! And she doesn't want to report it?" "Hell, Sheriff - the only reason she told me is that she says she wants to have children at some point and wanted me to see if the 'horned guy' damaged her too much inside. I had to talk to her for almost an hour to get her to agree to the Kit, and not because she was ashamed." He's just stunned by that, the sheer idea of someone being so non-chalant about being gang raped was just an alien concept to him, "Well, is she? Inside?" "They were rough on her. Way rougher then normal sexual activity - wouldn't surprise me if she has a fair amount of internal bruising - but not as rough as having a baby would of been. She might even have a baby from this, if it was her time." Sheriff Jacob, needless to say, needed to sit down. He signs the clipboard if only just to give his hands something to do while he processes this. From no real sex crimes in a decade to a vicious gang rape of the local 5th grade teacher. And, officially, he can't do anything about it. Officially, anyway. "I'll keep my ears open, see if anyone's saying anything stupid." "Thanks Sheriff. All I can ask, unofficially, I guess." Of course, neither of them could see that upstairs, as she slowly and gingerly enjoys her bath - Natalia Youngblood smiles as she picks sticks and leaves out of her red hair. --------- The lives of Miners go by the work shifts. That's just common sense really, and the main day shift for Rocksteady Coal Mining Co meant Trent was up and getting ready for work by 5 in the morning. Melanie was thankful she got to sleep in for that. She remembered at one point that they agreed that he'd be willing to take the kids to school if that worked for the timing of things. It's too bad really, that they never had any. Then again, there weren't many kids around Putnam. Melanie thought it must be something in the water. She definitely wanted a baby but Trent was having "men's issues" as her mother put it. About 11 in the morning she realized that Trent hasn't touched her in a way that could even be remotely considered sexual in almost 6 months. Well, that certainly put her in the mood for Gardening. She was going to do this earlier in the morning when it got hotter but for now at a bright and sunny 2 PM when she steps into the backyard in just short-shorts and a t-shirt. She wasn't even bothering to wear underwear, nobody was around and it gave the girls a chance to breathe. Not that anyone could see it, but she always thought she had the legs of a dancer, if too big a chest for it. Melanie's dark, short-ish hair was easily kept in a cap to keep the sun out of her eyes while she decided to go to work. Tomatoes, she thought she'd give that a try. The tall fences were meant to help with the kids and pets that never came, but for now they gave privacy and that was fine. Gave the tomatoes a chance to grow without too much from the local wildlife. So how he got in she'd never figure out. She just knew that suddenly there was a shadow over her, then a sudden feeling of the weight of another person on her back. It pushed her forward, shoving her face and braless chest into the soft garden dirt underneath her. She tries to demand to know what was going on but with her head shoved in the dirt it just comes out as meaningless mumbles. It wouldn't be like she needed the clue anyway when the mystery form over her follows up the sudden push downward onto her by reaching to her sides and ripping her clothes from her sweaty body. She manages to turn her head to the side a bit so that she isn't breathing in dirt, which he seems to allow if respond to by putting his hand on her head to push it down. That's enough though, enough that she manages to get out a begging whimper. "Please, I have money in the house - just, not that. Please." He doesn't listen and instead uses his other hand to line up his cockhead with her entrance and it feels like a jolt of electricity leaps from it into her just from the touching of his glans to her pussy. Strange, she had nightmares about this sort of thing but all she could think about was three oddly calm thoughts. First - she idly wondered how is it that she was already soaking wet. Second - she could tell from the head that whoever this was, his manhood was much bigger then Trent's. Third - With the jolt and the brief movements that resulted, for what seemed like a fraction of a second she got a look at her attacker's head from the corner of her eye. Were those horns she saw? The shove inward sets off her first orgasm immediately, she barely has time to notice that this man's cock absolutely dwarfs Trent in every way. And the fraction of a second she has before he starts his thrusting is only enough time to remember that the last time she had an orgasm was easily before last Halloween. At some point between her third and fourth orgasm, he shifts his position and instead of towering over her with a hand pushing at the back of her head he's laying out on top of her with his breath directly hitting the back of her neck, and she feels that strong body against her back with very hairy thighs at her ass. HRAH! Jesus, even his grunts sounded more sexual then anything Trent could do and it was put right in her ear. HRAH! HRAH! HRAH! Nearby pets stop barking as the beast-man gets louder, as if they know whose in charge here. HRAH!HRAH!HRAH!HRAH!HRAH!HRAH! Oh Jesus! She's literally lost count of how many times she's cum, but its more then she has the entirely rest of her life! How can anything even compare to this! HHRRAAAAHHH! She didn't even stay awake long enough to finish feeling him flood her pussy, she actually felt that! The last orgasm is more intense then anything she's ever felt and she slips away into sleep. And there she was - stripped naked, bruised, a puddle of semen under her, her head and chest shoved into soft dirst, and still unconscious when Trent got home from work. He was trying to surprise her by being back before 5 - and he can't help but inwardly comment that she beat him to it. . . Putnam Ch. 03 Officially, Dr. Crowe had gone straight back to her office after her house call with the Saldana's but officially Sheriff Creech was still completely in the dark. She didn't like it, she was already flaunting with Doctor-Patient Confidentiality as it was. But if once was an anomaly this was quickly becoming a disturbing pattern. Officially, Dr. Angela Crowe had gone straight back to her office - unofficially, she was just thankful that Doc Stevens let her handle all the gynecological issues and Sheriff Creech could keep a secret. At exactly 5:54 PM, Dr. Angela Crowe boldly walked into Sheriff Creech's office with a sense of determination, fear, excitement - a pressure cooker of emotions as she tries to do what she thinks is best for her patients of for some strange reason they seem to disagree. "There's been another gang rape." are the first words she says to Jacob Creech this time, just laying it out like a slab of dead flesh - while Deputy Alan Hallenbrook drops his sandwich in stunned silence. "WHAT?" "Ah, hell - Angie. We're supposed to be keeping this quiet until we figure something out." Sheriff Creech groans with a sigh - holding the bridge of his nose. No chance to make this someone else's problem for a while in sight. "What is she talking about?" the Deputy demands, and the other two look at each other and nod. "What we're about to say doesn't leave this room. I mean it Alan." "But if there's a danger to the town- " "Alan." Jacob interrupts with a serious look in his eyes. Alan pauses, and eventually nods. "As far as we can determine, about 10 AM yesterday the schoolteacher Miss Youngblood was gang raped by at least 3 men while out for a run in Heavenly Kingdom." Jacob starts, then hands over control to Dr. Crowe. "So was Mrs. Saldana, about 4 hours ago while working her garden. Her husband had started to bathe her before I got there but I did manage to get him to let me do a quick exam, and I think I got a workable sample if nothing that would stick in a courtroom. Couldn't tell you for sure, but pretty sure its the same guys." "Why the hell wasn't I told about this?" Alan angrily demands, and Jacob can't really blame him. "Because Natalia has flat out refused to file a report or press charges. Officially, there's nothing we can do about it unless we happen to find these guys from sheer dumb luck." "Neither will the Saldana's. Trent's too ashamed to admit that he let his wife get raped and Melanie. . .well, she woke up mid-exam and I couldn't get a read on her but I do know she agrees with her husband. No reports, no charges." Alan throws his hands on the air in disbelief at the situation, "Can we at least get a description of these guys?" "No, that's the weirdest part." Dr. Crowe cuts in, "Both of them say that there was only one attacker, and that he had horns." Jacob joins in with Alan at the shocked disbelief and asks the obvious question, "Do they know each other?" "Doubt it," Alan cuts in, "Melanie and Trent don't have any kids. It's a small town, sure - but as far as I can tell they don't interact much." "And Natalia hasn't left her house anyway. Weird." "So what do we do?" Alan asked first. "Officially, there's nothing we CAN do. Officially we shouldn't even be aware of this." Jacob replies leaning back in his chair and trying to count how many days until he can retire. But then he smirks, "But there may be something unofficial he can do. You said you still managed to get a sample from Mrs. Saldana?" "Yeah?" "There's that community college up the road, got that file on those teachers we caught getting a bit raunchy in Heavenly Kingdom last year?" "Oh yeah - but you're not suggesting we blackmail them into helping?" Alan asks uncomfortably. "Nope, but you should walk out of this Alan. I'm about to retire anyway." Alan nods, he wasn't born yesterday either. This wasn't going to be legal anymore. Someone had to keep their hands clean. He decides to go out and replace his sandwich. "Thanks Sheriff," Dr. Crowe says with a smile. "Think nothing of it, those people do good work and don't need a file like this and we can have that sample tested right here in town a lot faster then if we send it to Lexington. Let's see if we can get you in a lab with some help." ------------ Julie Jackson's hair was dyed pink this week. The recent high school graduate hated this town and hated this job except that it paid for the car she was going to drive to the University of Kentucky later this summer. It's not like she couldn't have her pick of the men in this town, as she tells herself anyway. She didn't have the biggest bust but her looks were comfortably elven and her last boyfriend always took the time to grab her ass, she is very aware that she has a nice booty. But she didn't want any of the local men, she wanted to get out of this town and that means not getting caught pregnant. The birth control she used was expensive for her budget but worth every penny. The fresh young face watches the clock so she can finally get started on her last duty for the evening. The Gas'n'Go station was always completely empty by midnight in Putnam, but the owners insisted on keeping it open until 2 AM. THEN she could do the close down rounds. Waiting was always what was killer. 2 AM. She sketched things in her sketchbook while she grumbled at the unfairness of it all but holds off closing for a little while later. It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for the security cameras everywhere. She was in the middle of drawing a comic strip about mice-people in a speakeasy of the 20's when the door is pushed open and she doesn't even look up. "We're closed." she tries to shoo him away - and instead he steps closer with clanking sounds on the tile, "And the sign said no cleats." When there's more steps toward the counter she finally looks up, and her eyes wide suddenly at the creature looking back. He, obviously a he from the exposed and fully erect monster of a dick pointed right at her, growls a bit and begins to charge forward - and Julie screams as the monster vaults over the counter and takes her down to the floor with her when he lands. The Gas Station looks empty, but it definitely doesn't sound it from what comes from behind the counter. "Oh God! Please - please- I'll suck you off just-" A ripping noise, loud and telling. "Just don't - Oh god. Please!" "HRAH!" Julie gives a scream out into that gas station. She's never even taken a sex toy this big before, it hurts so much! Or did it? There was definitely pain there at taking something so big into her but like water there seemed to be currents of pleasure in the cock, flowing around the cock. "HRAH! HRAH! HRAH!" "Oh god, Oh god." she starts to repeat, in a completely different tone. Lower, like it wasn't processing something right but wasn't sure it didn't like it either. "HRAH!HRAH!HRAH!HRAH!HRAH!HRAH!" "AAAAAHHHHHH, YYYEEEESSSS!" Julie screams out, an orgasmic shrill that cuts through the night easily. She didn't even know she could have an orgasm, and yet there was one and the beast on top of her wasn't done as its humping is loud enough to make fleshy slapping noises loud and sharp. "HRAH!HRAH!HRAH!HRAH!HRAH!HRAH!" "GOD, DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP!" "HHRRAAAAHHH!" "Oh yeah, oh yeah - oh yeah." In a few minutes, the beast will unceremoniously get up and just shove his way out the door with a still dripping penis. Julie on the other hand, will spend the next hour just laying in bliss. When they find her the next morning at 7 AM she's still at the Gas Station, her clothes still torn, her body bruised, semen still dripping from her body, and sitting in the manager's office. The tapes of last night will have been erased but she's kept a record of her own. That sketch book of hers will have 7 new drawings in the morning. One of a man with the legs of a goat, hooves, horns, and a monstrously large penis. The other 6 drawings all close-ups and angles and examinations of that cock that she can't get off of her mind as she smiles. Putnam Ch. 04 Sheriff Jacob Creech was really looking forward to retirement at this point. The desire to make this someone else's problem was only getting stronger with each passing minute, especially with each passing new case that came in. Alan "walked out" of this a while ago with vague promises to come by if he heard something, Jacob isn't going to pretend that what they were doing was in any way legal. They've broken confidentiality, they've withheld evidence, they've gotten testing from unapproved places where the chain of evidence hasn't been respected, and now the only reason they can honestly say they haven't faked or falsified any reports is that there haven't been any. For over a decade the only thing Putnam had that approached what could be called a sex crime was a couple teachers from the community college up the road were caught having sex in a public park. Now over the past 8 days there's been 6 of these brutal gang rapes. 6 of the women of this town - of HIS town. And what do they have? Officially they don't even know about them, none of the victims want to file a report or press charges. Just a couple anonymous rape kits and even that took a devil of a time to talk those women into. Unofficially, no progress for 8 days - no life threatening injuries, or even particularly bad ones when considered individually, but at least 3 attackers who don't use condoms and after the whole group is done they shove something into their victims like a police baton or a baseball bat - something that's never been recovered or identified. Hell, the one lucky break they've caught this whole case was that Dr. Richard Panson and Dr. Alice Swain - the teachers from the college he agreed to make their file disappear in exchange for their help - turned out to be a chemist and a biologist respectively. The part that used to be the weirdest part to him out though is that when he or Dr. Crowe tries to get a description of the attackers from any of the 6 women they get the same basic description every time no matter if she knew any of the others or not. Only 1 rapist - A large man with horns growing out of his head. And the victims also say that there's no object, his penis was just that large. Nobody's taken any pictures or caught any images of these attackers on a camera even unofficially, the closest was coming from Julie Jackson when she was raped at the Gas'n'Go. Why the girl erased the security footage he had no idea, he wrote it off as trauma. No cameras, no official recordings, but Julie drew a picture of who she said her attacker was. One man, with horns, goat legs, hooves, and a very large manhood. He managed to get a copy of the picture with her permission and now it sat on his desk. The part he was uncomfortable with was that the drawing doesn't seem to be something such a "heavily traumatized" woman would draw. Hell, it looked like Julie was being almost playful with it. Double Hell, maybe there was one perp and it was the Devil himself. He was on the clock, but drinking some whiskey anyway. Alan at this point goes up for a sandwich whenever he sees Dr. Crowe walking in, not needing to say a word. Dr. Crowe doesn't say anything at first either, just sits down and they both stare at the drawing for a little while. Dr. Crowe is the one that finally breaks the silence. "Melanie had an appointment this morning. Apparently she knew she was ovulating a week ago." Angie starts not needing to say 'when she was raped', "She's pregnant. And then I got a call from Natalia to set up an appointment. Apparently she left the house to get a pregnancy test, and it came up positive. She wants me to confirm it." Jacob grunts. Of course they are. He takes another drink. "The weirdest part is that I could tell, they were both trying to act depressed about it but they weren't doing a very good job about it. I think they're both excited to have babies from their attacks." "That's not the weirdest part." he simply replies as he pulls up a the email he got from Dr. Panson an hour ago, which led to him pulling out the whiskey bottle. "I looked it up. Normally you'd need to wait at least 2 weeks for these kinds of test results if you've got the luck of the devil, and up to a month isn't weird - but that's mostly just due to backlog. Our professors say they've tested all the semen we've given them three times, including one particularly sensitive test they pulled out just because of the results of the first test." "And?" Jacob pauses to down his drink before he tells her, "In all that goo there's only 1 set of DNA, and we ain't looking for identical triplets - not that there has been any triplets in or around Putnam in over a hundred years." "But that's impossible! You can't get this much semen out of one man in only 8 days, that's just a basic biological fact!" "I figured you'd say something like that. You want to talk to Dr. Panson and Dr. Swain I'll give you their email, but right now - this unofficial investigation of ours is switching tracks. They say they only had one rapist, we'll believe them." "This is insane, a Man can't do this!" "And yet here we are," he finishes, holding up the picture Julie drew while pouring another drink, "Staring the bastard in the face." Angela just shakes her head, and Jacob passes her the drink he was pouring. She downs it in one dramatic go. "Something Melanie said has me wondering too. See said she wasn't planning to have a Putnam Baby - what was she talking about?" Jacob sighs, and leans back to figure out how he's going to say this. "There's a term I haven't heard in a while. You know how our Birthrate is maybe a third of what it should be, statistically speaking? Well, the only reason its even that high is - how am I going to put this - sometimes the women of our town adopt, and sometimes they have Putnam Babies." "Ah. Hell of a secret to hold down in this kind of town. How often does this happen? And how come you know about this and I didn't?" ". . .First day I took this job my last call of the day was to the Burns residence, Gloria said a suspicious character was lurking around. When I got there she answered the door only in her underwear, and when I started to leave she literally got on her knees and begged me to make love to her. Apparently her husband hadn't made her 'feel like a woman' for years at that point." "You didn't. . ." "I was a young man and while I've been to the mines I've never worked there, and she was older then me at the time but she was still a beautiful woman. I did, ashamed to say." "But that was the only time, right? Putnam Babies are pretty rare, right?" "Sorry Angie. But truth be told some years I wonder if any of the babies born in Putnam aren't Putnam Babies. And when I was a younger man - well, they weren't all mine but during my first 30 years as Sheriff we sometimes got as high as Half the birthrate we should of had." Angie gets up, with a sigh, "They trusted you, and to repay them you treated their wives like your personal harem. If this had been in any other context. . ." "Dr. Crowe?" "I'm still with you on this Sheriff, at least what you did was consensual - but I'm going to need a bit of time to process all this. We'll talk tomorrow." --------- Dr. Angela Crowe may of been officially bound to patient confidentiality but she had been dropping hints that maybe it was a good time to get a gun or mace - and she had taken that advise to heart herself as she finishes up at work. Natalia Youngblood and Melanie Saldana, both raped by a medically impossible complete stranger, both potentially pregnant from the rape, and yet somehow Angie is getting the impression that they're actually happy about it if trying to hide it. Was that something else they had in common? All the victims weren't on birth control? She was going to have to make some calls in the morning to the other victims to check that idea, for now she's just going to do her duty as a doctor and start setting up pregnancy check-ups and tests for the women who want to be mothers despite how little sense that makes. The mace she had in her purse right now was meant for Bears, it definitely should handle a rapist even if he does have super-balls and horns. She still shakes her head at that but there's no other conclusion that can be reached. Somewhere out there in her town of mostly sterile men there was a beast-man who was not only fertile but super-humanly so, able to produce multiple times the amount of semen a normal healthy man can make. And that man, over the last 8 days, has brutally raped 6 of her neighbors. The fact that none of the victims have felt like complaining, a couple even coming off as glad that it happened, was weird to be sure but ultimately irrelevant. She curses herself when she realizes that she can hear a sound like someone wearing cleats is out in the hallway. Julie got a good look at him and drew him as having hooves, and Dr. Angela Crowe has a sinking feeling about who he had picked to be victim number 7. Angela pulled her Bear Mace from her purse and held it in front of her, having no intentions of finding out how exactly the beast-man kept the women from complaining. Stepping from her office, she sees him - for a fraction of a second out of the corner of her eye. He dashes into the records room before she can even turn her head to get a good look at him, but there's no mistaking it - horns on his head and a monstrous dick hanging loose between his legs easily silhouetted in the light behind him. Her heart skips a beat at the possibility that it was all true. Suddenly she wishes that she had brought something with a little more put-down power then just Bear Mace. The next thing she sees makes her heart sink, it looks like Doc Stevens collapsed just as he was leaving the office himself - so perfectly timed that his body had blocked the back door open. Perfectly times, or planned. There's even a bruise on his face like someone grabbed it to hold his mouth shut, Angie can see it from out here in the hallway. Of course she heads to try to come to Doc Stevens' aid, but with the Mace pointed toward where she saw the thing try to spring away - an empty hallway. She turns around then to where that hallway circles around and sees him once again, holding the Bear Mace up to stop him in his tracks. She tells herself that the reason she can't turn her eyes away from him was to make sure he doesn't make any sudden moves as she checks the breathing and pulse of Doc Stevens with her fingers. No, nothing. The old man was dead. "You set a trap, for me." she says to the beast, trying to be angrier at him for killing Doc Stevens then she was and trying to tell herself that the fact that just looking at the beast-man was making her nipples hard and making her a little wet was just the excitement of the moment. "You set a trap, you attack when the women least expect it or are least able to defend themselves, you open doors and fences, you make distractions, you cover your tracks, you even know what this is, or at least that it is something very bad - you're not just the random rapist or dumb monster you want everyone to think you are, are you? You're intelligent - at least on our level." The goat-man doesn't say anything about that, but smiles as he takes a step forward and Angie feels it like he's playing her body with music. She raises up the Bear Mace but as he steps closer he gets more excited too, and his inflating cock seems to just pull her eyes downwards at it to watch his forming massive erection. She hardly notices anymore when he steps forward, and when he knocks the canister of mace out of her hands she knows she's got nobody to blame for that but herself. He grabs her hair and starts pulling her into one of the examination rooms. The one with the gynecological chair, and he's pushing her toward it - not that she's fighting back. She's too busy just starting at that cock, that monstrously huge cock that seems to be silently promise a whole world of carnal delights. When he forces her into the chair, rips open her shirt, and lifts her skirt while strapping her legs in she doesn't fight him - she can't fight him. For the rest of her life Dr. Angela Crowe would know that not only was she the 7th victim of this monstrous rapist but that she would be the one who didn't fight back in the slightest, and with every passing second that seemed to be perfectly okay with it more and more. Angela doesn't get the quick pumping of a dumb beast. He aligned carefully, his first thrust something slow and exploratory and Dr. Crowe can't help but give a whimper of pleasure. Was that how he was keeping the women from reporting the attacks? By making it feel good? Surely that wouldn't be - His next thrusts were just as hard as he could muster and would leave just as much bruising on her body as she saw on the 6 other women she examined if not even more. The difference is that they're carefully timed and planned to send her over the top as much as he can while he takes what he wants. The first orgasm rips through her pussy and is the first smashing rock against her resolve to resist the monster, the second hits her harder, the third, the forth. . . After an hour her body joins her mind in giving up anything resembling resistance and she passes out from the overwhelming pleasure that had taken her beyond the limits of what human endurance and tolerance should be capable of. And he kept going to wake her up with even more pleasure. "HRAH!" grunts filled the air, but he keeps an even pace as long as he could to "torture" her with it even more- not that it helps the first time he cums in her pussy and the resulting orgasm in Angela sings across her nerves and feels like she's been injected with liquid pleasure-fire. Its almost dawn when he decides he's done with her, unceremoniously pulling out and spilling the fluids of the semen of three of his own loads along with the vaginal juices of so many orgasms Angie has lost count. "The Evidence. Destroy it." he gruffly orders as he steps back, leaving Angie in the chair as a sort of sick mounted trophy. "Oh God, that was. . .want me to kill the Sheriff?" Angela barely manages to ask out from under her cloud of sexual bliss and exhaustion. So THAT's how he kept the other women he raped from complaining! That was, there weren't words to describe how that felt. "No, in fact- keep helping him. Just not too much. Understand?" "Yes, Master. What do you want me to do with Doc's body?" "Don't worry about it. The Hearts of Old Men, and all that." Angie nods, and it was true. The only doctor in town, she could have cause of death put down as a heart attack - and some small rational part of her mind noted that with how he could play her body there was actually chance that it was completely true. Finally, she gets some sleep in. Normally, having the doctor's office open late was an incredibly bad thing, but in a Slower-then-Slow town like Putnam. . . Putnam Ch. 05 Sheriff Jacob Creech might been born in the dark, but it wasn't last night. Days without a rape were something he cherished at this point but he knew that day two weeks ago that Angela was just in a better position to deny it then most. Truth is, he had just breathed a real sigh of relief when he saw Angela walking bow legged the next day. That by itself would of gotten written off maybe, but then the news of Doc Stevens fatal heart attack in his office hit town. Angela's reaction was one of depression and grief, yes - but Doc Stevens was her boss, her mentor, and as far as Jacob knew he was like a father for Angela. She seemed to be, and probably was, bummed out that Doc had died but actually sad about it? Maybe a little, but nowhere near as sad as she should of been. She's still helping him with this case, sort of - but he knows he can't trust her. This goat-rapist guy got her too, and whatever he was doing to the other women he did to her too. Oh sure, when he talks to them or is in earshot when Angela talks to them about what's happened to them they'll sound depressed and sad, some even manage a few tears for his benefit, but - as he said - he may of been born in the dark but it wasn't last night. He's played enough poker to catch on when someone is bluffing. Three Weeks since Natalia and he felt like his town was under siege. Unofficially, he's been dropping hints for women to lock their doors, get weapons, learn how to defend themselves but it doesn't seem to matter. 21 days later and all they've got to show for it is 17 raped neighbors, and the most aggravating part was that not one of those ladies has even hinted that they're willing to file a report or press charges. Sure, when he talked to them about it they'll sound hurt but he doubted that traumatized victims of a brutal rapist turned around and immediately made plans to have the resulting babies as a rule. The pregnancies, Jesus! Angela was keeping him up to date with that, who knows why. Maybe this thing likes bragging about it, he didn't know. He just knew that according to Angela of the 17 victims you could probably count the ones that didn't get knocked up on one hand - Angela herself included among the new moms-to-be. Like clockwork, they'd talk horrified at the idea of having their rapist's baby but then a week later they were having doctor's appointments and talking about diapers and cribs. One or two, he could buy seriously planning to have their rapist's baby - but all of them? What was this guy doing to these women? Well, if this thing was expecting everyone to be docile while it worked its way though the womenfolk of Putnam, it had another thought coming. He was going to stop this thing, by God - he was going to stop him. He couldn't trust Angela, that was for certain. When she wasn't around he'd get out a map of the county and was using stickers to mark out what he knew about the 17 attacks and counting, from Natalia's rape in Heavenly Kingdom Park all the way to the latest - Ellen Sachs, just inside the front doors of the library last night. When he made the map he'd noticed instantly that over half of the rapes were either in Heavenly Kingdom Park or within about a mile. For the past week-and-a-half he's spent every available moment in the park with a rifle, trying to end this. Nothing, not even a trace of the man with horns. Today he thought he'd try a different track first, seeing if he can find something about the horns that he could use. "I'm sorry Dr. Swain, but this is a delicate situation and I'm running out of ideas. Is there anything else you could find out from all the semen samples we've been giving you. Anything at all? Something that could explain the horns, maybe?" Dr. Alice Swain shrugs while Dr. Richard Panson stands in the doorway, scratching his scalp under his trilby hat as he joins in on the shrug, "I'm sorry Sheriff, but so little is known about the human genome that I don't know anything that could explain the horns. A mutation, maybe? I can't think of any human ancestors that would of had horns - nothing about that would help you." Sheriff Creech is no less frustrated by that as he pulls out Julie's drawing and lays it out on a lab table, the light catching his aged beard is clearly stubble and he probably could of stood to get more sleep. Especially at his age. "THAT is what these women describe when you ask about what attacked them. What could do that to a man? Or all they all hallucinating and happening to come up with the same thing? Is that even possible?" Dr. Swain gives the picture a quick looking over and hands it back to him. "Looks kind of like a Satyr." "A what?" "A monster, from Greek Mythology." Dr. Panson speaks up from the doorway as he stands straight up from leaning on it, "Kind of like Sasquatch, but Hornier if I recall correctly." And in his exhausted, stressed, and desperate state Jacob Creech considers that some sort of progress. Maybe it was a Satyr, maybe it was a nutjob obsessed with them - something to go on. "Know anyone who could tell me more about these things?" Drs. Panson and Swain look between each other and eventually shrug, "Alison Nunn teaches the Comparative Religions and Mythology classes, her office is in the other building on the 4th floor." "Great, you've been a big help." Sheriff Creech responds, heading out immediately toward the closest thing he's had to a lead in weeks, and even he catches just how sad it is that its a story from Greek Mythology. Still, maybe this was a crazy person obsessed with Satyrs - might give him a clue of something to do. Alison Nunn office was pretty much the opposite of the Sheriff's, like she was. The blonde's office was absolutely cluttered with idols and symbols of gods and spirits whose worshippers all died long ago, it was hard to imagine finding anything in there. But she was young yet, with short hair tied back as she typed away at a paper in a casual t-shirt and jeans while the old Sheriff was in his uniform and looking ragged for it. "Miss Nunn?" "Sheriff Creech! Hello! Want some Gum?" "Much obliged, but I was wondering if I could ask you about something." "I'm not in trouble, am I?" "Far from it, I need your help. What can you tell me about this?" he asks, showing the drawing. Alison takes Julie's drawing and looks up with a raised eyebrow but nods, putting the drawing down as she got back to work on her paper. "A Satyr. Legend says they were wild men who served the gods while rejecting civilization to live lives based on their more animal drives. Usually in service of Dionysus, the God of Wine and Celebration, or Pan, the God of Nature and the Wild Places. Sometimes considered to be minor gods of male fertility in their own right." "So what kind of things did they do? Like to Women?" he asks bluntly, and Alison pauses before she answers and looks at Jacob like he's gone insane for a second there. "The Ancient Greeks were advanced in many ways, but their treatment and attitudes towards women weren't among them. Satyrs were wild and horny men. In some stories they were said to be so charming and seductive that Greek men were to be warned to keep their wives and daughters under control, as they wouldn't be able to control themselves. In other stories, they had supernatural sexual appeal - we'd say they got women to sleep with them by mind control. And in still other stories, we'd say they just chased women down and raped them when the mood struck." "And they were considered servants of the Gods?" "Like I said, Ancient Greek attitudes toward women weren't the most enlightened. The Ancient Greeks believed that in some circumstances Rape was considered perfectly acceptable behavior, and a big one was if Gods were involved. In the original stories, the Medusa was a cursed priestess of Athena who had been raped by the God Poseidon. She complained before the Gods, but the Gods not only flat out told her that Rape was okay when it was Divine on Mortal but Athena used it as evidence that she'd broken her Vow of Chastity and turned her into a monster for it. Keep in mind that in much of Ancient Greece rape was considered a crime against the woman's husband or father - or in the case of a priestess her deity - not the woman herself. In quite a few areas, it was actually considered a worse crime to seduce a married woman then it was to rape her - because they knew for the second at least she didn't want to see him again. So if you were a farmer whose wife got pregnant because a Satyr raped her, you were supposed to take it as a compliment to her beauty and fertility." In a fevered way, it feels like he's made some sort of breakthrough. Sure, these were just stories - but what was happening in Putnam sounded a lot like one of those old stories. "So, how do you kill or capture one of these Satyrs? In the stories, I mean." Okay, this was kind of weird to say the least, Alison goes from just a raised eyebrow to a nervous look. "You didn't have too. Most Satyrs were just men, transformed a bit by the Gods to reflect the inner natures they embraced. They got old and could be killed just like a normal man could, just were harder to find is all." "Only Most?" he asks, but holding back the real worry in his head. So if this thing was a Satyr - and Satyr's were just transformed normal men, does that mean this thing working its way through the women of Putnam was intelligent? "Pan was also considered the God of Male Fertility and the Patron God of Satyrs. He even looked like a Satyr himself. In the legends, he was pretty much sexually irresistible to both genders. If he had sex with something female, from animals to mortal women all the way up to goddesses, they pretty much always got pregnant. In the case of Mortal Women, the babies were all male demigods called Panes. Demigods always have a chance to inherent the immortality of their divine parent, and with Panes there was a chance he would just be born a Satyr instead of having to dedicate his existence to the Gods." "Thank you," Jacob replies, visibly shaken. So, if the old stories were true and if he was dealing with a Panes-Satyr in this time, what's that mean about how he got to be that old? He refuses to think about it and tries to shut out the idea that maybe, just maybe, the impossible rapist he was dealing with was a holdover from Ancient Greece that was still around because he wasn't just a Satyr but the Son of a Pagan God, and himself Immortal to boot. No, that wasn't something he was going to consider. Jacob was a church-man anyway, the only God that exists died on the cross for him. Yes, best to just forget about this idea entirely. ----------- Alison Nunn would still be in her office typing away at that paper at 8:30 PM and nursing the result of her only break, a sandwich from a fast food chain, when she got her visitor. The man in khaki pants and, a polo shirt, and a trilby hat snickers as he knocks on her door and she looks up with a smile. "Hey, you! How are things down in the Sciences?" "Slow, not many students want to take a lab science course over the summer. The Dean even cancelled all the summer Chemistry classes from lack of students." Dr. Panson says as he steps inside and shuts the door with a smirk, "I'm pretty sure I've told you that already." Alison smiles and looks up from her seat, clicking to save her work, "That's right, you did. Sorry, I was a bit distracted." "Oh really? Whatever could of you been distracted by?" Richard chuckles as he steps hits the light-switch and steps toward the Mythology instructor, and instantly the only light getting into Alison's office becoming a sliver coming in from the window in her door. Alison giggles, shutting off her computer monitor then slipping out of her seat onto her knees facing back toward it and allowing Dr. Panson to take the seat of "honor". It was funny, when she first heard about the things Dr. Panson was doing with large swathes of the female staff and faculty she remembers feeling disgusted at the lack of professionalism and outright revulsed when the rumors that he was doing them with students as well reached her. Up until the moment he started offering to do them with her as well, and showed what he "brought to the table". When he's sat down and comfortable, she reaches forward and unzips his pants to reach for the prize inside. "Pornstar Panson" indeed! "Same deal?" she asks before she really gets started. "If you can deep throat me, we go back to your place and I let you tie me up. If you can't, my spot in the Park and I'm the alpha dog." he chuckles as she moves her hands up and down him to really get him started. He leans back, and smiles. Putnam Ch. 06 "Maybe I died, and went to hell," Jacob grumbled looking over his map once again adding another sticker for the latest rape Angela's told him about. Gloriana Burns, Gloria and his granddaughter, right in the middle of the damn supermarket. It was just so insanely brazen, but a little going over his notes and he found out that the only potential witness that wasn't a previous victim was a sack boy who had been conveniently sent into the back to get a tube of a particular brand of toothpaste. The other potential witnesses say they didn't see anything but he could see it in their eyes, he swears he could. The other women that surrounded his biological granddaughter and watched her get raped by a monster had most certainly seen it – and they enjoyed watching. A new rape almost every day and they were working together now to cover for their rapist now. That just might be the worst part of it. They were covering for their rapist so well that the only reason he even knew about them was that Angela would come in her to rub it in. She wouldn't say it like that of course, she would sound concerned – but every day she also would just happen to mention that the baby bumps should start showing up in another month or so. And he couldn't even warn the other neighbors, they worked together so well that he knew they'd never believe him. Maybe toward the beginning, but no chance now. There was a time where he felt a sick glee that he was the least impotent man in town, but now – if in a different way – he felt like the most impotent and it burned inside. Angela was right before she was attacked – those years as sheriff, they trusted him and he used his power as sheriff and as a fertile man to use the wives of his friends and neighbors as his personal harem. Maybe it was true, he had died and was now he was in hell. The old man, turning more surly and hateful with each passing day as he gets less sleep and feels more and more helpless, does the only thing he can think of doing. Try to get something else done to make a show of it, then go back out into the park with a rifle to try to kill the monster – again. Something quick so that people don't ask questions and Alan can handle the rest. He looks at the Calender for inspiration, and sees the date. July 19th. He tries not to do the mental math about what implies about how many of the women of his town have been invaded by the monster but some small part of him can't help but darkly say 'one almost every day since mid-May'. Its marked that the Pre-Registration for Classes starts today, so he nods to nobody in particular as he picks up the phone. Call them, see if they need any security help or anything the Sheriff's office can help with – they won't – and then go hunting. His eyes naturally go toward the map he's been making as he starts dialling the number. . . And he pauses. He tells himself its harder to notice something that isn't there then something that is, and he tells himself that it took about 2 months of good data – not saying as victims but as data – to really make it work. Strange, you'd think the community college just up the road would be the one place where attractive and fertile women were guaranteed to be practically every day anywhere near Putnam, but not one attack has occurred there. Or within a quarter-mile in any direction of the campus for that matter. Jacob pauses, and starts pulling out his notes. A 5th grade teacher, a house wife, a gas station attendant that just graduated high school, another house wife, a bartender – the list keeps going and he gets more and more excited as he goes on – a librarian, a gardener – when he's halfway though the list he's convinced he's on to something and just keeps going to make sure. When he's done, he gets his service revolver and makes sure its fully loaded before heading over to the campus, cursing under his breath. He was so overwhelmed by the insane pace, scale, and depravity of what was happening that he didn't stop and look to see what wasn't happening. No attacks on the campus, and none of the victims were students, staff, or faculty. There were answers there, there had to be. He didn't plan on making an arrest, not sure what he could make stick anyway when all of the victims not only weren't complaining but actively helping the rapist get away with his crimes, but he could kill the bastard by God. —————- Truth be told, even though Dr. Panson hadn't even bothered to learn the names of the latest students he was supposed to be advising this might be one of his favorite parts of being a professor. Helping new students picking classes they'll start taking next month, most waited until the last second so the lines were short. In fact, when Dr. Richard Panson saw that there were only two for him – a redhead and a blonde – he just smiled and motioned for them both to come in at once. They both giggle and enter his office happily. "I think can advise you both at the same time," he speaks with obvious innuendo in his voice as he looks out into the hallway, and when satisfied he shuts the door behind him. The two young ladies are whispering among themselves, looking at him while they do it with smiles on their faces. It was good to be him, and as he motions them to shed their bags off the side of the desk they do it gladly. "I'm sorry, but the last thing I expected to ever see was a hot science teacher." the redhead speaks up and the blonde giggles, "It's not like 'sexy' comes to mind when you hear 'Science'." Dr. Richard Panson snickers at that, and the two young ladies who've made the mistake of stepping into his own personal "lair" in the school, "I disagree. Are you two familiar with the concept of a Pheromone? You see them all throughout the animal kingdom – when an adult animal is ready to mate many times their bodies will start pumping out chemicals that other members of their species can sense, and in the case off compatible mates there's – well, Chemistry." "Do humans have these pheromones?" asks the blond, her fingers playing along the edge of her clothes. "Well, we're thinking that since humans are so visually oriented that they probably aren't very strong in comparison – but humans also are constantly putting them out and constantly at work sensing them. No set mating season and the ability to have sex for pleasure will do that to a species." "So we're probably sending and sensing these Pheromones between us right now?" "How about we all take off our clothes and find out?" Panson. Son of Pan. Damn it, two seconds of thought after he got in the car to head for the campus and Sheriff Creech knew who he was looking for first. It probably wouldn't be that simple but this was his best shot so far. His gun stays in his holster for now, but the sheriff going off of a lack of sleep and with a dirty uniform doesn't plan to arrest the man. No, over 50 rapes and counting and no jury in the world would be able to get a conviction. He'd figure out something after he ended this, but he had no idea what yet. The office door of the monster, Jacob pulls his piece and kicks the door in with as much as his old bones can muster and levels the gun inside to look for the monster and it takes his old eyes a second to fully process what he sees inside. He's been a church-going man for decades, and he has a moment where he thinks that the most shocking thing he sees in that room is that Dr. Panson and two 18 year old girls are all naked as jaybirds, him sitting in his office chair while the ladies are leaning over his lap and both bathing a penis he normally would only see while visiting a horse farm with their tongues, but he blinks and he sees it. How do they not see that the man has horns? Or that the legs of his that they're fondling are the hairiest he's ever seen? The wave of something hits him as the air makes it out of the office, and his left arm is starting to hurt a bit – but its building. "Dr. Richard Panson, I'm arresting you on suspicion of the Rape of Natalia Youngblood." he manages to get out as the arm is starting to feel kind of numb while he steps into the office. He's lying and he knows it, this isn't going to be an arrest – but his damn arm. "Well, sorry Sheriff. What can I say? Normally between the co-workers and my students I'm pretty set but they didn't give me any classes this Summer." A confession? He confessed? Sheriff Creech's heart seems to skip a bit as something finally goes his way. Actually, it feels like it might be skipping beats anyway. . . "Is he okay?" one of them breaks off from the team blowjob to ask. "Well, sometimes pheromones have accidental side effects outside of their intended audience. What might be a sexual attraction chemical in a healthy female might do something else completely in, say, an elderly male. . ." —————- Sheriff Jacob Creech's heart attack, especially so soon after Doc Stevens died, was a shock to Putnam, but at least he went out in his uniform. He gave a lot to the town over the decades, can't fault a man for giving a little too much as it turns out. There was a rumor or two that he might of been working on something that seemed rather nasty, advised a few people to carry some protection, but that turned out to be nothing. There even was good news! According to Doc Crowe, the normally sterile and dwindling population of Putnam was going to have its own baby boom next year. A town Putnam's size is supposed to have something like 30 babies a year, and usually its lucky to have maybe a third of that but Angie says she thinks there's going to be at least 60 babies among Putnam. The townspeople chuckled at that, the bad economy and people staying in got them frisky it seems. It a hot mid-August day when Sheriff Hallenbrook's wife Olivia had taken her sister, Natalia Youngblood out for a walk. She had offered to go along the town's shops but Natalia had insisted on going to Heavenly Kingdom Park. Olivia hadn't said anything about it, until they passed a certain spot and Natalia had looked over to the side of the trail while rubbing her just starting to show baby bump. "I'm sorry. . ." Olivia manages to get out to come up and hug her sister from behind, "I know it took a lot of courage to come back here. I'm glad you trusted me with the truth." "Yeah, I love mom and dad – but I'd prefer it if they think my baby is from a visit from an old flame." "If we told them, Dad would be the third heart attack this summer. I'm just sorry they never caught the guy who raped you." "Well, truth be told I'm kind of glad it happened. The baby, I mean." Natalia let flows out with her hand on her stomach, "And, I kind of do have one more secret to share with you." "Oh?" "The guy who raped me? He was also the first time I've ever. . .arrived. . .with anyone else. Kind of sounds fucked up, I know." "Damn, that is kind of fucked up." "Not really," a male voice says from the bushes, as the man with horns and goat legs steps out from the brush right at the two women with not a stitch of clothing and the start of a monstrous erection, "I don't always give women what they want, but I definitely give them what they need." Olivia looks between the man and her sister, wondering why her nipples were already hard and why Natalia was smiling. She starts trying to back off, but her sister grabs her arm to stop her from leaving. "Nat?" "It's alright, it only hurts right at the beginning. And he'll give you that baby you've been needing." "But. . ." "Shhh. . . " And with that the monster lunges. . .