From the Abyss part.03

    While Paramalia, Liz, and Frankie had their (fun) so to speak the ship was moved to a new location, with Justin locked in the bunk area as he was freaking out. On a nearby island, off limits completely to outsiders as it is privately owned the ship moves through a cove to a cliff side that opens up to reveal a hidden bay. Inside is something outlandish, the ship docks in this enclosed space with platforms all around and large mechanical arms, like something one would expect to see in a spaceship dock not a sea faring dock. The man in the suit pushes the professor and Dan off the boat by gunpoint, after he had to put them back on the boat in the first place after receiving a phone call from the very man meeting them now. He is a pale man with a distinct European air about him with his white suit and slicked back hair.

 

   “Old friend!” says the man,

 

  “Sir,” says the man in the suit.

 

  “Not you,” says the man, “Professor O’Bleck I presume it has been too long.”

 

  “It would have been never,” says O’Bleck, “one of your moles shot me,”

 

  “Really?” asks the man, “a shame, I am truly sorry my old friend.”

 

  “What is this old friend bit,” says O’Bleck, “trying to sound like some modern aristocrat Prof. Frad.”

 

  “Well at least you got what I was going for,” he says.

 

  “He’s a fraud?” asks Dan.

 

  “No,” says O’Bleck, “Prof. Frad, F.R.A.D. Frad, he’s a shall we say eccentric multi-billionaire, a secret one at that with his hands in many corporations around the world under numerous names. A dangerous man, possibly immortal.”

 

  “Immortal!” exclaims Dan, “you’re kidding,”

 

  “He’s as real as that monster in this ship,” says O’bleck

 

“But…but…” says Dan remembering the ride over, that the dream was no dream.

 

 “If we are up to speed,” says Frad, “I would like to see our catch,”

 

 “The Great Old one is in the tank room my lord,” says the man in the suit.

 

 “Good,” says Frad, “get everyone off the ship we’ll begin the capture process immediately.”

 

“Of a Great Old One?” asks the man in the suit.

 

“Don’t tell me you are starting to believe your own lies,” says Frad.

 

  “No sir, it’s just I saw,”

 

 “Do it now,” says Frad growing impatient.

 

“Yes sir,” says the man in the suit who orders his men off the boat and drags Justin from the

bunk.

 

  “If you would please,” says the man in the suit being uncharacteristically nice to O’bleck and Dan after seeing how is master was treating them.

 

  “They will be with me,” says Frad, “and leave the college student too.”

 

  “Whoo…” says Justin.

 

  “I am HP Lovecraft’s ghost writer,” says Frad, “or maybe just the man who inspired some of the lad’s stories with my own tales when we met at the university. I was passing myself off as a history teacher at the time, hunting down the Necronomicon.”

 

   “You…” says Justin

 

  “Would have to be centuries old?” says Frad, “all thanks to my very first find back in the sixteen hundreds, a magnificent gem that granted me power and immortality.”

 

  Dan whispers to O’Bleck, “is he serious?”

 

  “Yes,” says O’Bleck, “I met him once on a dig in Egypt where he was tracking some species of snake that incubated its eggs inside of other animals and hatched out of them like Parasite wasp larva. I met him again forty years later in northern Michigan where he was tracking the dog man. Both times he looked exactly the same, and both times he found exactly what he was looking for.”

 O’Bleck gives Dan a serious look and then says to Frad, “it was you wasn’t it? That sent my office those geological scans showing a possible pyramid on the sea floor.”

 

  “Indeed,” says Frad, “I needed an official team for a good cover. Unfortunately it sounds like the creature was able to escape its ancient seal before I could send someone down in the next dive to retrieve its Eldritch Prison Box. A shame, but even worse that given the second change it escaped the tank, unfortunately with no precedence to work from other than…well…three very different yet similar creatures it’s hard to determine what will work on these psionic biomorphic cephalonoids.”

 

   “Great Old Ones?” asks Justin

 

  “Indeed,” says Frad, “ever wonder why looking at them was said to cause insanity?”

 

  “Nooo,” says Justin, “they are beings beyond our comprehension, so looking at them is more than the mind can take of course.”

 

   “Didn’t take psychology I see,” says Frad, “when confronted with the unreasonable the human mind tricks its self into seeing the mundane. Think optical illusions with false movement or false shades and colors, your mind knows what it should see under normal circumstances so corrects for them. If your mind were opened up, it would cause…well…schizophrenia, but I’m not sure the mainstream has caught onto that reality yet, that being that the condition is caused by the mind trying to see and analyze everything fully as it really is and thus effectively shorting its self out. But I digress as that has nothing to do with our quarry.”

 

  He stops and makes a gesture to his men who have climbed up the remote control box three platforms up, “lets continue this discussion at a safe location.”

 

  They follow him to a control room overlooking the dock behind safety glass.

 

  “Now as I was saying,” continues Frad, “what we are dealing with are Psionic Biomorphic Cephalonoids, my own name for them of course.” He addresses Justin, “your dear prophet as you like to think of him encountered one of their race, one Cthulhu I believe while on a ship with me in the south pacific. It…attacked his mind trying to make him jump ship, I saved him, but the lasting effect was a long series of interesting works expanded on by others who secretly studied these creatures with me. A mixture of fantasy and reality, that was truth be told 90% fiction as we still know so little of these creatures and their myriad of psionic tricks. You see they use a power that influences the psycho layer dimension, of the twelve that overlap to form the reality we live in although we are only physically aware of one biologically and another by our advanced intellect and technology, that being time, the psycho layer is another and one that if breached reacts to photons altering them so when they bounce off some of these creatures, in other words how we see, when these photons then enter our eyes they affect our brains causing madness and other biological effects, this would be how Cthulhu and Ghatanothoa effect their prey. Thankfully its not universal, but they all possess some psionic trick. From the report I got it seems this Paramalia uses some combination of telepathy and telekinesis perhaps psionic poisoning to attack and create visions, doubts, and realize situations. Unfortunately given the way the reports go I can’t ascertain its abilities by those and will have to see it for myself…oh, and by the way aren’t there supposed to be two women with you?”

 

   Justin didn’t really get any of that, Dan is almost as much of a loss other than (this guy sure likes to hear himself talk).

 

   “It likely has them,” says O’Bleck.

 

  “A shame,” says Frad, “but if they are still alive I will try to retrieve them, I may be an enemy to monsters, but I’d rather not throw away human life…especially if I can study the after effects and perhaps the effectiveness of my psionic poison antidote.”

 

   “Professor,” says Dan in a whisper, “what is going on here with this guy? I mean immortality and shit aside?”

 

  “He is a collector,” whispers O’Bleck to Dan and Justin, “like I said I met him when he was tracking and capturing two different mythical creatures. He has private menageries all over the world, zoos just for himself where he collects all manner of abnormal and bizarre creatures. He doesn’t care if they are sentient or not. He has sasquatches, yeti, chupicabras, werewolves, even faeries,”

 

  “Uh,” starts Dan his brain trying to take in that not only are those things supposedly real, given what he encountered today he has no reason to doubt that, but that there are also people who would hunt them down, not as some monster hunting saviors of mankind, but like zoo animals. The weirdness level is over Dan’s functioning reality.

 

  “Now on with the show,” says Frad flipping a switch and heading back through a door where they hear odd mechanical sounds.

 

     ******

 

    The sound of metal retracting and mechanisms in motion draws Paramalia’s attention upwards as the unbelievable happens; the top of the ship, the section over the tank room folds up into plated segments and withdraws revealing to her divine eyes a high ceiling above them inside a man made cavern.

 

  “Normally,” says Frad to his guests as they were over an intercom, “I would have one of the many cranes lift the tank from the ship; however it seems our slippery quarry has…disabled the lid and the internal mechanisms, which is why,”

 

   A door opens up outside the control room and out steps a white high tech battle suit, “I am will deal with her myself.”

 

  His words reveal that this man this Prof. Frad is indeed inside the strange high tech suit that shouldn’t belong in the real world outside of a movie or comic book type of deal.

 

  “Who does he think he is,” says Justin, “Iron Man?”

 

   Frad’s suit flies into the air, propelled not by flames or air but by some strange white energy that glitters in feathery bursts. He makes some silent hand gestures towards the side of the ship, but they can’t see anyone there that he could be gesturing to. He lands inside the tank room between the door and the tank.

 

  *external speakers on sir* comes a woman’s voice inside his helmet.

 

 “Release the girls,” says Frad confronting the abyssal being known as Paramalia.

 

 “Little man in fancy armor,” says Paramalia as she gently lifts the sleeping Liz and Frankie and sets them behind her beside the tank, her size increasing as she speaks and four squid whip like tentacles forming from her upper and lower back that snake in the air ready to strike, “I see the humans have reclaimed the lost technology of three lost ages ago, it will avail you not mortal.”

 

  She moves from the tank to one side of the room her tentacles poised like snakes ready to strike, her size three times that of a human being.

 

  “We can do this the easy way or the hard way,” says Frad, “personally I’d like to try the hard way myself.”

 

  Paramalia laughs, a sound that chills the bones of every awake, “I am Paramalia, daughter of Albiornesh the overlord of the white sea of hell, mother of the four gods of the compass, and father of the fourteen gods of time. I am not so easily intimidated by a man in a fancy suit of armor.”

 

  “Albiornesh,” says Frad, “funny…I’ve fought your sister before, on several occasions, Albia.”

 

  Paramalia chuckles, “I have never heard of this…Albia before, she must be a very little and distant sister, I am second born of Albiornesh second only to Echidaria, if you cannot defeat a hatchling, you have no chance against me mortal.”

 

  White sparks flash around an invisible forcefield that flashes white briefly after the sparks

around Frad.

 

  “Anti-Psionics suit,” says Frad, “try this,”

 

  He aims his palm unleashing a white ring of energy that fires white electric like blasts at Paramalia. She *roars* a sounds that makes O’Bleck, Dan, and Justin cover their ears. While she thrashes about in surprise, she sees from the corner of her eyes the bodies of Liz and Frankie lifted into the air as white sparkling bursts behind them reveal mean, cloaked men, taking off with them.

 

  “No!” roars Paramalia lashing towards them with a tentacle.

 

  With frightening speed Frad intercepts the tentacle with a white energy saber and slices through the tentacle. The girls are taken from her reach, however her tentacle is quick to regenerate and the part that broke off explodes into smaller tentacles that reach up and grab around Frad’s boots as he flies.

 

  “I will return,” says Paramalia, “when I am fully awake, and you shall see me for what I really am!”

 

  She moves with impossible speed, easily decimating the edge of the boat as she leaps into the water.

 

  *She won’t get past the sea gate sir* says the voice in his helmet. However the sounds of ripping metal and the clear deformity of the gate above water tells otherwise.

 

  “Damn,” says Frad as he fires several white energy bolts down at the tentacle around his feet stunning it, “bring a collections jar, we might not have the main prize, but we got some consolation prizes.”

 

   Deep in the sea Paramalia is pissed, pissed that a mere mortal made off with her priestesses and forced her to retreat.

  “hundreds of thousands of years of sleep,” says Paramalia in an impossible voice for being underwater, “has left me far more sluggish and my power slower to return than I thought; this mortal will require greater force than I had expected to face so soon.”

 

    ******

 

    Liz and Frankie awaken on hospital beds wearing hospital gowns and hooked up to IVs. A man they’ve never see before wearing a white business suit is standing in the room.

 

  “Good you’re awake,” says the man, “I am Professor Frad, you will be a bit how do you say woozy for a while. Don’t worry, the IVs are dripping an antidote into your veins for the psionic poison you were injected with by the Psionic Biomorphic Cephalonoid.”

 

  Liz and Frankie give each other a questioning look.

 

  “I believe,” says Frad, “it called its self Paramalia.”

 

  “Where,” says Liz, as Frankie finishes, “is she?”

 

  “don’t worry,” says Frad, “it can’t harm you anymore, well…I can’t say that for certain, as while I would love to have captured the specimen it fled back into the sea. I can see there are some lingering effects from the psionic poisoning it gave you, likely due to prolonged exposure, those feelings of attachment to the creature should go away. After all I can’t imagine two lovely ladies such as yourselves would actually be attracted to a giant shape shifting octopus.”

 

  Liz and Frankie exchange another look.

 

  “Where…are we?” asks Liz trying to sit up.

 

 “You need to stay still,” says Frad, “it had you under deep, so deep our fight didn’t even wake you up. You also need a thourough examination, just incase it impregnated you.”

 

   “I want to leave,” says Liz.

 

  “The poisoning,” says Frad, “I’ll return in a few hours.”

 

  He leaves and they can hear the sliding door lock behind him.

 

  “We have to get ou…” says Liz sitting up and suddenly seeing stars. She yanks the IV from her arm and winces at the pain.

 

  Frankie follows suit, “I….” says Frankie, “sorry Liz…” she finishes while blushing.

 

  “I have no idea where we are,” says Liz, “but I know a psycho when I see one.”

 

  She feels around the sliding door trying to figure out how to open it.

 

 ******

 

  “They might hurt themselves,” says O’bleck watching Liz and Frankie trying to explore a way out of the sterile room.

 

   “It won’t let them,” says Frad, “if they are indeed impregnated the psionic poisoning will insure they keep themselves safe.”

 

   “I thought you said you gave them the antidote?” asks Dan.

 

  “Experimental,” says Frad, “and only used successfully to overcome Devil Wolf and Puppet Master control before, these creatures are significantly more advanced, however the specimen we have, the sample of its flesh is revealing such magnificent marvels, I dare say this creature can control its own body at the molecular level…”

 

  He smiles, “here, as you will be my guests for awhile.”

 

  “How long is awhile?” asks Dan.

 

  “Indefinitely then,” says Frad, “until you prove I can trust you with all the things you’ve seen, my base, and of course all the things I’m going to show you.”

 

  “You could just…not show us.” says Dan.

 

  Frad frowns a moment before chuckling with a smile, “now, now, you won’t say that after I show you this island’s menagerie, “for what is the point in keeping such wondrous creatures, and breeding them of course If I don’t get to show them off…well to people who can appreciate them other than cultists who obey my every whim.”

 

   O’bleck notices the girls have been standing there listening to them speak as Frad has been leaning on the speaker button for the room. Frad just smiles and says, “ladies, I think you’ll want to see this too.”

 

    ******

 

    Frad has them all together in a small theater like room, “Now in case you couldn’t guess it, you will be staying here till I can trust you, if not indefinitely. The two women here more than likely indefinitely as they are bait for Paramalia.”

 

   “Bastard!” exclaims Dan who shuts up as one of the two cultist guards motions his gun at him.

 

  “Now, now,” says Frad, “lets not have any of that, our ladies may not admit it, but they want it to return, the poison…or maybe not because of the poison.”

 

   He clicks a button on a remote revealing a scene from a hidden camera in a warehouse on one side its Frad in that weird techno armor he had on before, on the other is a creature that looks kind of like Paramalia, except it has a fully lithe female body, granted slick and white as can be with no signs of genitalia or nipples. It has four large squid whip tentacles coming out of its back and is propping its self off the ground with two of them. Instead of octopus like tentacle hair like Paramalia has it has blue slippery looking tentacles for hair and something odd under them like the back of her head is pulsating.

 

  The fight seen on the camera is too quick to fully comprehend as it’s a closed circuit camera not a choreographed cinematic scene. But the creature moves impossibly fast striking with its tentacles, doing cart wheels, and someone making its tentacles vanish into black holes in the ground to reappear via these black portals behind, under, or above Frad. His own movements are incredibly fast, too fast for a human to survive even in a suit.

 

  Frad clicks the scene to another camera, one inside his suit. All five of his “guests” are startled as its clearly seen that under the whipping jellyfish tendril hair is a large mouth filled with dagger teeth that extends slightly when trying to bite him, the camera goes out after a smack from the creature. Frad turns the video off.

 

   “It was like a video game…” comments Justin without thinking.

 

  “I have…heard the comparison before,” says Frad, “but it is very real. Unlike Paramalia I have no way to lure Albia to me.”

 

   “You…” says O’bleck, “said that name before, while engaging the creature.”

 

  “Indeed,” says Frad, “and ladies listen up this is very important for you too. That creature in the video is one of a short list of powerful creatures on my prized specimen’s list, creatures I would do anything…ANYTHING…to obtain,”

 

   He smiles, “heh, including a rare female Dullahan on a flying motorcycle, a Luchedor Chupicabra, breakdancing wrestler Leprechaun, magical Dryad, and monsterous spider woman, among others.”

 

  If Dan hadn’t seen what he’d seen…even after seeing all this that list sounds like the ramblings of a crazy person, a monster from the deep is one thing, but…dullahans on flying motocycles, luchedor chupicabra….he can’t even mentally finish that short list, those two alone are insane enough.

 

  “What…what the fuck,” says Dan about to lose it.

 

  “Oh yes,” says Frad, “guess the tournament of the dark fighters aren’t all that important to this, just one of them is your Paramalia’s younger….apparently much younger, sister. Best I have learned this Albia was born from the union of one Albiornesh a male Psionic Biomorphic Cephalonoid, and a creature known in Japan as a Futakuchi-onna. Or a woman with a mouth in the back of her head. Very rare creatures indeed. Although I havn’t run into him myself it seems this Albiornesh is free to roam the Earth and has been for who knows how long, many millennia at least, if he was ever at all imprisoned to begin with. But I digress.”

 

   He taps a button and a door opens up to a tram, seats like those found on an amusement park ride appear that are designed to rotate on the tram like eggs. He ushers them, thanks to his guards to sit in the trams. O’Bleck, Justin, and Dan forced to squeeze into one together, while Frankie and Liz in the next. The bar closes and they realize the belts tied around their waists and chests cannot be opened manually. As the ride like seats move Frad walks in front of them along a path before large unbreakable glass windows into enclosures just slightly below them.

 

   It stops in front of one with a wolf like animal inside, except it has a long bushy tail like a fox and a narrow muzzled face.

 

   “You are in luck,” says Frad, “for its breeding season for several of my specimens. You see, I don’t just hoard these animals like some awful ordinary human. No, I have joined with a network that seeks to protect and keep these wondrous creatures safe from a world that would hunt them down as monsters; as well as keep the world safe from them of course.

 

   A door opens and an attractive Hispanic woman enters the enclosure.

 

  “You madman!” yells out O’bleck, “its one thing to expose the existence of the Paranormal Protection Network to outsiders, but are you actually feeding humans too….oh dear god…”

 

 

  “I never mentioned the name of the network,” says Frad, “my dear Professor, confessing your secret life to these outsiders,”

 

  “Did…” starts Dan

 

  “Nothing to do with the site,” says O’bleck, “but that’s not important, Frad…that’s a devil wolf…”

 

  *shhh* goes Frad shushing them with his finger to his lips, “watch as my devoted cultist does her duty.”

 

   Inside the enclosure the woman steps forward and unties her bra and slips off her panties. The devil wolf notices her and stalks around the pushes, its hide emiting darkness making it hard to see.

 

  Frad picks up a microphone, his voice coming through speakers in the seats, not that he needed to do this with him standing there, “the devil wolf is an amazing creature, it is capable of an ability we call *Shadow Hide* where it emits an anti-photon field around its body effectively creating a zone of darkness to blend into the shadows better.”

 

   Inside the enclosure the woman starts to look woozy and leans down to the ground.

 

  “being a cultist,” continues Frad, “the devil wolf’s trick wasn’t neccissary, however it is not sentient and had no way of knowing that. You see this creature has glands located under its cheeks that emit a special pheromone that puts mammals into a receptive state, female or male, regardless of the devil wolf’s gender.”

 

   The devil wolf exits the bushes, dropping its shadow hide as it walks up the woman and sniffs her face before giving her a few licks. She opens her mouth trying to meet the tongue whispering, “more…more…”

 

   “It is testing her receptive state,” says Frad, “as far as she or anyone would be able to tell this is the mate they want. Not that they see a person mind you, the pheromone over-rides the natural sex drive inherent in us all so want for something else…namely this creature. Don’t worry the vent system has a filter to keep the pheromone away, otherwise this creature could learn out as many as six people to it over a distance of about half a mile. Give or take numbers and distance relative to concentration and wind…oh here it is…”

 

   The creature rubs her face with its cheek and moves to her side licking her body in a few places and concentrating on her ass cheeks. It pokes it nose between her cheeks and gives her swollen labia a few long rough licks forcing her to spread her legs as much as she can without falling over. The creature rears up, wrapping its paws around her midsection poking her with its pointed red cock. Finding her pussy it jabs it in and humps with wild abandon, no pretense of foreplay, no more lubrication than is already there. It can’t be told if her screams are ones of joy or pain. It slows down only a few minutes in and sits there panting, still connected to her. Its canine like knot swollen inside the woman’s vagina locking them together. It flips its back paws over her back as it turns around making them face ass to ass. She grimaces as it starts to walk towards the bushes forcing her to crawl as her pussy gushes and she pants like a beast. Near the bushes it drapes it tail over her back and they turn invisible, a careful observer able to see the beast’s eyes are still visible.

 

  “Seen worse on the internet,” comments Justin earning him a weird look from Dan and O’bleck.

 

  They hear the tram start up again as Frad speaks, “interestingly enough these creatures only ever display this type of cloaking ability while locked together like this with a mate. Now you may ask yourselves, why would a canine mate with a humanoid at all? Why not just prey on soft defensless Tanya here as she bared all? Well it was no special trick on our part, no crazy bestial lover’s pheromone tricks or anything. This creature has an incredible ability known as Parasitic Genetics in which its genetic code can actually override that of other large mammals, using for instance human DNA more as a template changing chromosome count and specific sequences to form its own DNA. We currently believe that a mutation, an infectious mutation in this species is what originally created what we today know as dog-men and werewolves. Yes, you witnessed the breeding of a human with the progenitor of lycanthropy, the species that thanks to breeding with humans altered the DNA of some of its mates, or didn’t fully alter that of its offspring, which is likely, after all what primitive culture even with the mother infected with a protective drive; which by the way is likely the path the mutation took to alter the mates, would allow a woman and her child to survive who gave birth to a pup or three? Three being the average number. Of course female devil wolves can use this same trick on human men, and always have normal devil wolf pups; it’s the breeding you saw here that caused the problem.”

 

   “So why do it?” asks O’bleck, “especially as its against the rules of the network.”

 

  “Not really,” says Frad, “I know, I helped write those rules. This falls under their natural behavior, and examining these women has allowed me to discover the effect their Parasitic DNA has on the human host.”

 

   “You’ve done this before…havn’t you?” asks O’bleck.

 

  “Of course,” says Frad, “where do think the two devil wolves came from that I donated to New York’s Sanctuary of the Supernatural? Or don’t you keep up on everyone’s comings and going Professor O’Bleck?”

 

  He smiles and hits a button for the tram to continue. It stops before a swamp like enclosure.

 

 Inside a pale skinned woman with red hair wearing a bikini is pushed in.

 

 “Not a volunteer this time,” says Frad, “to display this creature’s full ability we need a girl who was just on vacation.

 

   “That’s kidnapping!” yells out O’bleck.

 

  “oops,” says Frad not meaning it, “guess this means you can never leave my island, what a shame. Anyway, watch.”

 

   The girl steps inside afraid, “hello? Is…is this the spa?”

 

  A stinger shoots from the bushes into her arm like a dart.

 

  “Mmmm,” she says waving about, “wow…”

 

  “Very fast acting,” says Frad, “this venom would affect any mammal…although this creature is no mammal.”

 

   They gasp as a very large arthropod, about two feet long crawls from the bushes. The girl walks over to the water and dips her feet in. She *giggles* like she’s drunk as she unties her top and plays with her tits, pinching them as her tongue lulls out of her mouth. She murmurs in annoyance as her hand flops around from a lack coordination trying to unti her bikini bottom and she tosses it aside and falls back. The creature is a grey color with a slender flexible body and a cockroach like head. It has a pair of armored wings that are oddly flexible and bend with it as it crawls over to the girl.

 

  “No!” yells out Liz, “Its….you monster it’s like a Parasite Wasp isn’t it!”

 

 “Not exactly,” says Frad, “but you did figure out this insect is female. Just watch and be silent.”

 

 

 

 

  His words are cold, the scene inside the enclosure is not as the girl pants and sweats as the insect crawls onto her body. It moves its head over her left breast and engulfs it with a thin proboscis.

 

  “ow,” says the girl with a *giggle* “kinky”

 

  It moves over to the other tit and does the same.

 

 “stop teasing me,” says the girl.

 

 Frad speaks up, “the Rape Roach, as we playfully call this animal is injecting prolactin into her breasts, the only non mammal able to produce this enzyme. Although its purpose is to feed the mother bug to recover her energy during this process it seems.

 

  The insect then flexes its abdomen and extends a long ovipositor that bends down and inserts its self into the woman’s vagina. It pulsates and even gyrates stimulating the woman as it deposits its eggs inside her. In a matter of minutes it’s done and moves off of her sitting perfectly still next to the now sleeping woman.

 

  “In a manner of about thirty minutes to one hour,” says Frad, “she would be producing breast milk, now this is thanks to the specialized fast acting prolactin enzyme the Rape Roach produces, we are testing the girls to see if it has any lasting negative effects, also one reason why each spring we use a different girl as it does seem to strain the breasts a bit. Long term effects are currently under study. The creature will then feed on the milk when its ready, and stand guard over her body. In a few hours she will come to with no memory of this incident, at that time of course she will be back in her hotel room smelling of alcohol and surrounded by empty bottles and men’s clothes she doesn’t recognize; one of our cultists working there will pretend to have been her impromptu fuck buddy or whatever they are calling one night stands while on vacation these days. At any rate we will track her, by chip to be safe, as in a few weeks the larva will enter their tadpole state and the instinct altering chemicals injected in her as well as the eggs will prompt her to find a body of stagnant or at least still water to let the squirming mass swim out of her into. Nature is so fascinating isn’t it.”

 

    The rest of the tour mostly goes like this, watching a pod like tentacle monster have its way with four cultist women and a man, a man fucking a panther like female creature, and a man inside the blossom with a large red Alraune. O’Bleck is disgusted that Frad’s private breeding colony involves these CREATURES with humans; regardless of what Frad said he knows the Network decided human interbreeding with anything non human no matter how human like was strickly against the rules; devil wolves were only to bred with other devil wolves and then only large canines if a suitable mate of the same species couldn’t be found, and Breeder Cockroaches, the less horrific albeit not to O’Bleck’s tastes name for what Frad called the Rape Roach, can lay its eggs in any large mammal, the breeder guide from the Florida compound suggested deer as they would lay more eggs in larger mammals but much larger and they wouldn’t approach it. The rest was pure debauchery as far as he was concerned, especially as unlike the other four people with him he knows for a fact most those others seen “breeding” can’t actually produce offspring with a human. Not to mention it looked like Frad was getting off on watching it all.

   

    ******

 

    Deep in the salty blue sea not far from Frad’s island of abnormal monstrosities Paramalia treads amidst the underwater currents. No fish are to be found, no sharks, no anything alive that can sense the power below. No birds fly over the waves, only those creatures unable to escape such as some jellyfish and plankton remain in the vicinity of Paramalia’s chant. She floats, tentacle’s corkscrewed beneath her with four out to the sides like some ballerina cephalopod gyroscope. She is concentrating with her palms before her chest facing each other, the water distorting between them. The water pushes back like a bubble around her hand, appearing to boil yet not getting any hotter as a white light appears between her palms.

 

  The veil between dimensions, the boarder of all realities has been breached, as Paramalia draws into her body her true ancient power this sudden rip in the fabric of space/time does not go un-noticed by other powers that walk the Earth. In North America, on Manhattan Island a business man in a white suit with a white tie with white hair wearing white sunglasses that hide milky white eyes stops on the sidewalk and smiles. Far away in Japan a woman stands in a bad alley late at night dressed in a festive white Yukata, her long straight black hair and a large fan obscuring her face, behind the fan a wide shark toothed smile as she watches two drunkards approach. Her attention changes in the direction of the Gulf of Mexico briefly and back to her approaching prey as she whispers, “now who is this getting up from their nap?”

 

    Greece, a hidden compound guarded by an ancient order, where a long forgotten by the rest of the Grecian world oracle temple can be found. Inside there is no roof over the garden temple as a lithe pale figure bathes in the spring with its water fall. A woman whose hair is as green and flat as sea grass and flows up and back as though caught in a current. Her emerald green eyes open as she bathes and she floats above the water’s surface, her toes just touching the water as though in some wondrous dance upon its surface. She speaks in a soft melodious voice that instantly grabs the attention the virginal priestess guarding the thin veils and armor like leaves this figure calls clothing, “Something terrible awakens.”

 

    Somewhere in the mountains of Tibet, deep in a cave several men and women clad in strange costumes dance and sing amidst lit torches before a stone with a giant spider symbol upon it. In the middle of religious revelry is a slightly raised platform where a kidnapped American woman, taken from some group that was telling the locals they were hunting monsters is tied up to two poles by her arms in a very cliché manner. The groups falls silent and bow their heads to the ground, the women even hiding their faces with cloths as the stone door opens under its open power, rising into the cave wall above it. The woman screams as a giant creature emerges, giant armored grey spider or crab legs, she is silenced as web shoots magically from an outstretched grey claw like finger’s purple sigil before it and covers her mouth, as though being playful it also shoots some web at her chest making her cloths somehow tight, and the same to her abdomen. The creature then fully emerges from the inner sanctum. Its body is that of a gigantic grey spider with legs better suited to a crustacean than an arachnid of this size. Where the head should be, or at least the spider’s face a giant woman’s body, at least twice or three times the size of a normal human minus the legs and hips protrudes upward. The woman struggles with muffled screams at this thing that looks to be a spider version of a centaur. She wears a long silvery veil that hangs from her waist, her flat stomach exposed. Her large breasts nearly exposed save for a spider web designed metallic silver armor that can’t really function as armor that straps around the sides and over the shoulders, the straps hidden by her long silvery hair.

 

   The woman tied to the pole nearly falls as the magic web from the claws at the end of somewhat long arms ties her legs up forming a cocoon around them. Her eyes are wide as she knows what this means in the animal kingdom. The large spider woman chants from lips on a face the tied up woman is just now noticing is not wholly unattractive, even if the eyes are a scary hue of blue. Blue light shines around the woman and she is asleep. When she awakens she finds herself dangling from the ceiling in another cavern, one lit by strange crystals. Her mouth is still covered but she can feel pressure on it, and panics as she sees the giant grey spider woman kissing her through the web.

 

   “I brought her here,” comes a familiar yet high pitched woman’s voice from the shadows, “I should be allowed to taste her first mother,”

 

   The grey one steps back and smiles, “is that a challenge my dear little Spear?”

 

  A new creature emerges from the darkness, like the first it is a giant spider with a human torso out of where a face should be; however this one is the familiar body of a black widow spider with an abdomen larger than the first creature’s but human torso smaller. The body is a sleek black, even the human torso is covered in a black sleep carapace unlike the first creature which despite the grey color at least looks human. This one has what appears to have human legs sticking out from the sides of an armored bikini bottom colored red, except that they are at odd angles on a join where they could move around at impossible for anyone save the world’s best contortionist angles. Despite not reaching the ground by several feet they are clad in black stiletto heel boots. Her human abdomen is black with a red hourglass mark on it, her bikini armor making it look like the hour glass is leaking its sand perhaps. Her breasts are un-naturally round and featureless looking like tight uncomfortable armor. Her head has no human hair and is impossibly shaped for a human’s face, coming to a very sharp chin. Her face is stark white against the black body, if only to show off her demon like black eyes, no nose, and black lips. The white continues in a streak down her throat and comes to a point above her cleavage.

 

   “I mean no disrespect,” says Spear bowing to her mother, “I am simply exercising my right as it was I who wove the web of deceit that brought them here, it was I who lured her away.”

 

   The large grey one pulls the television based monster hunter hostess from the ceiling and holds her like a parcel, “tell me your intentions for this girl.” she says and strokes the girls hair as if petting a cat.

 

   “I only eat men,” says Spear, “don’t worry mother.”

 

  Spear’s smile is less than assuring, “I simply want disciples for my temple in North America, and a hunter to locate my next challenger of course. What better spy to have than an unassuming second ring hostess on a monster hunting reality show.”

 

   The girl’s eyes register with recognition, something the mother spider picks up on and removes the webbing from her mouth.

 

   “Spear?” says the woman, “As in Meredith Spears?”

 

  “Indeed I am,” says Spear, “your humble producer number four and translator on several occasions.”

 

   “You…” says the woman, “you’ve been on our crew for three years now? Why…”

 

  She is dumbfounded however the mother spider finishes the thought, though not what the woman was going to say, “why take this long to grab her? And here rather than your home turf?”

 

   “I wanted her to see what is really out there first.” says Spear, “and what better place to start than the very top of the food chain, a goddess, the Spider Goddess Lohln who has watched the ages of man go by longer than history is written, who has stood upon kingdoms and powers lost to legend and myth and then lost completely to the memories of humanity. Ancient goddess of the Web of Time.”

 

  “Flattery,” says Lohln, “from you…is suspicious my dear. However your target still raises the point on how long this took. I know of your little show thanks to your sister in North America. The one in that company…Magicians of the Coastline or something…”

 

   Spear crosses her arms, “that damned contract made the final decision on destinations go to the main host; and that John Doors would rather traipse around the globe looking for elves in Iceland, fricken Moas, and other popular things than go after some obscure myth he’d never heard of in the middle of Tibet…this is like the fourth trip to this country but the last three times were looking for Yeti, a myth mind you about a creature whose only other reference is from fantasy games thanks to how secretive we are, putting Pamela’s involvement in introducing our body type to fantasy games aside however, you’d think…actually no, because its in such a popular genre right now you’d think Mr. Doors would want to hunt for something like us for rating…instead of ghosts in cold as fuck Anarc…ti….ca…what is that?”

 

   Spear is distracted by a strange sensation.

 

  Lohln looks on in the same direction, “Another from long ago has awoken, I’d say likely from this, Echidaria’s little sister.”

 

  “Albia is already awake,” says Spear, “she was never…”

 

  Lohln gives her a stern look that shuts her up, “Albiornesh had over fifty spawn,” she says,

 

“this feels like…yes I am sure of it, Paramalia the second born of Albiornesh…my…was she overdo to wake up.”