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From the Deep (Halloween Havoc no. 10)

by Sigma

I

Misty Point – 3 Miles.

That was the sign that greeted the transport truck as it sped along a lonely road in the middle of the night. Inside, the driver glanced back at his partner, who sat across from a stately woman with light brown hair. She wore a black military uniform and a pair of eyeglasses and had her hands and feet shackled.

“So since when is Sentinel in the Nazi-busting business?” the driver asked the guard.

“Normally, we aren’t,” the guard said. “But Dr. Klein here was head of the Council’s paranormal research division, so Director Fox wants to have a chat with her,” the guard said.

“Hmm...well, one less Nazi is always a good thing.”

“Too bad she’s a piece of shit,” the guard shit. “She’s kinda hot.”

“Careful, buddy. She looks like she eats men alive.”

“Who says I’m not into that?”

Dr. Narcissa Klein looked at the guard with a stone-like expression and then looked up when the sound of helicopter blades spinning sounded overhead.

The driver looked out his rear view mirror and saw a black helicopter flying low. Just behind it was a smaller truck pulling up fast.

“Shit!” was the only thing he had time to yell before the helicopter opened fired.

***

Moments later, Dr. Klein stepped out of the back of the truck with her hands still bound. Two armed Council soldiers walked out with her and to the stopped truck that had been following the transport. The helicopter had landed on the road, blocking the way behind them while a dozen Council soldiers fanned out with weapons held tight..

“Well done, Elsa,” Dr. Klein said to the tall, busty blonde woman standing before the collected Council soldiers. She wore a skimpy, black and red bikini-like costume adorned in Iron Crosses.

“Of course, doctor,” Elsa smiled, breaking the doctor’s bonds. “We could not let the Sentinel scum get their hands on one of our top minds.”

Before Dr. Klein could answer, they were all caught off guard when the helicopter exploded in a ball of flame and the roar of a big V8 engine cut through the night air. With a screech of rubber, a car peeled around the burning wreck and a spray of gunfire cut down several of the soldiers while the others ran for cover.

Texas Star leaned out of the window with a spent rocket launcher on her shoulder and smoking submachine gun in the other gun. The busty Texan grinned and climbed out the passenger side while Green Specter climbed out the driver’s side.

“Now, now, Elsa...what the hell are ya’ll doin’ bustin’ out that piece of shit?” Texas Star asked, pointing at Dr. Klein. “Guess it don’t matter. I get to kill me some Nazis just like my grandaddy did,” she grinned while taking aim.

“You loathsome cows!” Elsa spat, getting in front of the doctor. “I’ll not have you interrupting us!” she then knocked on the back of the truck she and the soldiers arrived in. There was a low grumble before the doors flew open and a hulking figure in body armor, with gatling guns attached to its arms stormed out.

“Whoa!” Texas Star shouted, getting behind the car and opening fire. Green Specter took cover too while Elsa, the soldiers, and Dr. Klein piled into the Sentinel transport.

“Have fun dealing with our Super Soldat, you big titted harlots!” Elsa taunted before she and her people drove away as bullets flew from both sides. 

II

Sometime later, the transport limped to a stop at a gas station on the edge of Misty Point. Elsa, Dr. Klein, and the 8 remaining council soldiers stood around, staring at a flat tire with several bullet holes around the fender.

“Scheiße!” Elsa cursed and kicked the vehicle.

“I suppose it’s our good fortune we were able to reach a fueling station, Frau Elsa,” Dr. Klein said. “There must be something here we can use to affect repairs.” 

Just then, the soldiers turned their guns when the door to the gas station opened and someone walked out. It was an elderly black man, and he paused right away at the sight of guns pointed at him.

“I haven’t got any money, now,” the old man said, staying perfectly still. “There ain’t much for you folks to take.”

Dr. Klein smirked and approached him. “What is your name, black man?”

“Atticus Poole, miss, of the Misty Point Pooles.”

“Well, Atticus Poole of the Misty Point Pooles, you are now a hostage of The Council. Do what I say and my men will not beat you to death like the subhuman you are. Can you comprehend that?”

He simply nodded.

“Wunderbar,” she smiled a predatory smile. “Now, we need to repair our vehicle. You will give us the appropriate tools.”

Atticus took one look at the damaged bus. “I’m sorry, miss, but that tire is completely ruined. Your truck needs a new one, and I haven’t got anything like that here.”

“Then you are of no use to me!” Dr. Klein spat. “Kroll!” she called out.

“Ja, doctor?” one soldier stepped up.

“Kill this simpleton.”

Kroll nodded and raised his rifle, only for Elsa to grab the gun.

“I would advise against it, doctor. The bimbos may be on our heels. We should move. If we kill this man, they will only purse us harder. I already radioed for evacuation, but the helicopter will not arrive for 3 hours.”

Dr. Klein nodded at Elsa’s logic and turned to Atticus. “How far to town?”

“Two miles,” Atticus pointed up the road.

“Very good. We will take the town and await our pickup. Any of these backwater inbreds resists, and they will be shot,” she said to the men. “You will be coming with us, Atticus Poole. I trust your health has not completely failed you in old age.”

“I walk 5 miles to this station and back home every day,” he said proudly.

“Hmm,” Dr. Klein said before taking Kroll’s sidearm and jabbing it in Atticus’ ribs. “Then move. Keep up with my men or you will be shot.”

“I’ll pretend it’s the Berlin Olympics in 1936…” Atticus grumbled before walking on.

“Watch that smart tongue, old man,” Dr. Klein warned as the group began their march.

***

Some time later, the small group walked along a moonlit beach. Waves washed gently against the shore as the group walked up and down the small sand dunes toward a large building that sat on a cliff overlooking the beach. It was the only building on the beach and lights from the inside showed signs of activity.

“What is that building, Atticus Poole?” Elsa questioned.

“The community center,” Atticus said. “There’s a party there tonight. Most of the town is there.”

“You expect us to scale the cliff, you old fool?” Dr. Klein chastised.

“Hold on,” Atticus held up his hands. “There’s a cave entrance on the beach. It leads up into the building.” He then began walking toward the building with the Nazis in tow. They continued on for several minutes, with Dr. Klein jamming her gun in Atticus’ back. She then looked down in the sand and held up a gloved hand.

“Everyone stop…”

They did, and the doctor knelt down, looking at something in the sand. “Are these…One of you, give me light.”

A soldier stood over the doctor holding a flashlight and illuminated footprints. There were three sets, all of them large, with webbing between the toes. “...Mein Gott…” Dr. Klein gasped. “These are fresh…” She took the flashlight and followed the trail. “All of you, follow me!”

“That’s not a good idea!” Atticus warned.

“Shut your mouth Atticus Poole or so help me I will feed you a bullet!” she threatened before running off. The rest of the group followed, with a soldier forcing Atticus along.

The trail led them to a sizable dune about a quarter mile away. Dr. Klein scaled it as quickly as she could with Elsa and the men right behind her. Once she reached the top, she paused and covered her mouth. “What is that…?” she asked out loud, shining her light. Several of the soldiers joined her and put their lights on the same sight. At the bottom of the other side of the dune was a tall, scaly, humanoid fish creature. It was hunched over a large clutch of eggs, and when it heard the group, it snapped around and fixed its black, bulbous eyes on them, but stayed where it was.

“It’s an abomination…” Elsa said.

“It’s something to be studied dear, Elsa. Open fire, men. Kill it!” Dr. Klein ordered.

“No!” Atticus tried to grab a soldier’s gun but got shoved aside. Gunshots sounded and the creature let out a horrid cry that was cut short. Once the gunfire died down, Dr. Klein and the rest of the Nazis slid down to the bottom and examined the corpse of the strange creature. The doctor picked up one of the eggs and looked it over closely. Elsa walked over to the bullet riddled corpse of the fish creature and kicked it.

“Ugh...hideous…” the busty blonde groaned.

“Be that as it may, Frau Elsa, we are bringing it with us, whatever it is,” the doctor said. “Grab the body and bring it along. I can begin my research in the community center while we await our ride.”

Atticus kept his distance, watching as the Nazis milled around the corpse and the eggs. “...Oh...you idiots have truly fucked up…” the old man said to himself.

Dr. Klein knelt down over the creature’s corpse and parted its lips with her fingers. She saw a mouth full of razor-sharp fangs in two rows on the top and bottom. “Fascinating…” she said, grinning to herself.

“Could it be one of Frau Dragon Queen’s?” Elsa asked.

“I don’t think so,” Dr. Klein said. “I uh…” she pushed her glasses up. “...Convened with the Dragon Queen and we spent a great deal of time going over each others’...research. She had fish-like creatures, but not like this. Where is that old man?” She looked up. “Atticus Poole!”

A soldier shoved him in front of the doctor.

“You spoke as if you knew what this creature was. Explain it.”

Before he could say anything, Elsa stepped forward. “Doctor...were there not three sets of tracks in the sand?”

Dr. Klein went wide-eyed just as a shrill cry sounded on the night air. She jumped up and the members of the Council all looked around, trying to find the source. Just then, gunfire erupted as a soldier screamed. Everyone turned to see one man firing his weapon erratically into the air as webbed hands grabbed him from beneath the sand and pulled him under. Some of the others ran to where their companion vanished, but stepped back when a geyser of sand erupted. When it subsided, a bipedal fish creature, all solid muscle and sharp fangs, stood in its place. It was far larger and far more solidly built than the creature the soldiers killed. It eyed the group as the soldiers took up positions and aimed their weapons.

Elsa put up her fists and eyed the creature. “Show this monster no mercy!” the Nazi superwoman screamed and attacked. She charged at the monster, who charged at her in response. Elsa went to attack, but the creature struck first, ramming his shoulder into the evil Aphrodite and knocking her on her plump ass into the sand. She screamed when the creature pinned her down, slobber coming from its razor filled mouth as its black eyes fixated on the curves of her healthy body.

“Unhead me, you cretin!” Elsa demanded. “Shoot this monstrosity, men!” Guns went off, the creature growled and blocked its face. Bullets bit into the creature’s thick, scaly hide and dropped into the sand. The creature growled and, with Elsa still pinned beneath it, opened its mouth wide and loosed a powerful torrent of water that slammed into the gathered soldiers with the force of a fire hose. The soldiers were all thrown off their feet, their weapons scattered as they screamed in confusion. With the soldiers down, the creature looked down at Elsa and ripped off her bikini top.

“No! Stop it!” she screamed, punching the monster. Even with her superior strength, it did very little. She kept hitting it, but the creature grabbed her arms and held her wrists together as a large tongue snaked out of its mouth and it began sampling her flesh.

“Agggh! No!” Elsa screamed before a string of curses in German left her mouth. The creature licked her tits, tasting every inch of vulnerable, pale skin it could, and her own nipples were hardened at the sudden assault. With its free hand, the monster’s webbed fingers began exploring Elsa’s nubile body as its own plaything. It skimmed her tight stomach before sliding its slimy fingers into her panties, playing with her snatch. Elsa kicked her legs, bucked her body to try and get the creature off of her, but even with her power, it was proving impossible, and so the creature continued playing with her.

“Fascinating…” Dr. Klein said, watching the whole thing unfold. “What is happening, Atticus Poole?” she asked, clutching his arm with one hand and jamming her gun into his ribs with the other.

“You should be less concerned with that, and more concerned with running, Miss.”

“Dr. Klein turned and raised her gun to hit him,” You will answer me when I ask you a question, subhuman!” She then paused with her gun in the air when she saw a second fish creature looming over her and Atticus. This one was identical in appearance to the creature assaulting Elsa, and it moved on Dr. Klein with a slow menace in its step.

The doctor screamed and fired several rounds from her pistol that did nothing to stop the creature, but she noticed a hesitance in its step as it looked at Atticus.

“Ah!” The doctor grinned and put her gun to Atticus’ head. The creature stopped entirely and growled. “Yes, that’s it. Another step and I paint the beach with this one’s meager brain matter.” Dr. Klein looked at the community center in the distance and then turned and saw the men recovering and retrieving their weapons.

Elsa was still pinned under the creature. A large cock swelled between its legs and Elsa tried to kick her powerful legs to keep the monster from mounting her, but it covered her face with one clammy, webbed hand and used the other to spread her legs. She let out a muffled moan as the creature’s thick cock slid home and it began grunting and thrusting its hips, fucking her right there on the moonlit beach. Elsa’s tits jiggled, her body bucked, and she could only lay back and let the creature pound her to its heart’s content.

The soldiers gathered their weapons to try and free her until Dr. Klein shouted. “Men! Form on me!” The soldiers looked at each other, confused, and then closed in on the doctor while splitting their attention between the two creatures.

 “We are withdrawing to the community center,” Dr. Klein said. “We cannot help Frau Elsa at this time.”

Elsa screamed in muffled surprise when she heard that, but the creature fucking her was uninterested. It continued pumping its cock into her throbbing pussy, grunting and shoving her into the sand as it squeezed her tits and played with her body. Dr. Klein kept her gun on Atticus and her eyes on the other creature as she and the soldiers moved away and toward the building.

“Your sacrifice for the cause will not be forgotten, Frau Elsa!”

Elsa could only let out more panicked, muffled cries, as she lay helpless on the beach, ravaged over and over by the monster that mounted her. Dr. Klein, Atticus, and the soldiers all moved as one, away from the second creature, and began making their way toward the community center. Once they put some distance between them, the second creature turned away and began moving toward Elsa.

In the distance, over the roiling waters of Delta City Bay, thunder sounded.

***

That party inside the community center had been in full swing when Dr. Klein and the Nazis charged in with guns raised. The music died and everyone paused, frozen with fear as the armed group moved in. Dr. Klein shoved Atticus to the floor and had her men surround the people of Misty Point before she holstered her weapon, straightened her uniform and glasses, and fixed loose strands of her brown hair.

“Good people of Misty Point, I am Dr. Narcissa Klein. As far as you all are concerned at this moment, I am your god. You will do as I say, or my men will shoot you. Is that understood?”

No one said anything. The people simply watched with fear. Dr. Klein looked at the people, ordinary, unassuming men and woman of varying ages who lived simple lives in a small, semi-rural fishing town somewhere between Delta City and Murky Marsh.

“Pathetic…” the doctor said. “To think we actually lost the War to you simpletons. Who is in charge of this town?”

“Uh...me, ma’am…” a timid middle-aged man raised his hand. “Ellis Burton. I’m the mayor of Misty Point.”

“Well, Ellis Burton, I want you to explain to me what those monsters on your beach are.”

“They’re not monsters!” A woman interjected. Dr. Klein looked at a dark haired woman in her early 30s who stepped up. She wore a tasteful, simple dress for the party and had a look of defiance in her eyes. “The Deep Ones are friends of Misty Point. They have been ever since the town was founded.”

“Deep ones?” Dr. Klein raised an eyebrow. “What is your name, girl?”

“Molly Davis. I manage the library and the town archives,” she said, standing proud.

“Oh! Ein Dummkopf who can actually read in this town,” Dr. Klein mocked. “I didn’t think it possible. Tell me of these Deep Ones, Molly Davis.”

Molly got as close to the doctor as the soldiers would allow. Before she could say thing, another violent crash of thunder sounded and seemed to shake the building. She then looked the doctor in the eye. “They come from somewhere deep in the Atlantic...they’re older than humans, but they aren’t hostile to us if we leave them alone. Breeding females come up every year at this time of year to lay their eggs. They prefer to do it on land to avoid predators. We always have a party to celebrate that.”

Dr. Klein cackled at that.

“What’s so funny?” Molly asked.

“Molly...honey,” Atticus took her hand. “This sadistic Nazi bitch had the breeding female killed.”

“What?!” Molly turned to him, tears in her eyes as the citizens gasped and whispered among themselves. She then turned to Dr. Klein. “Why did you do that?!”

“There was another Nazi woman...she was like them Superheroes from the city...the two warriors escorting the female took care of her…” Atticus explained.

Molly squeezed his hand before suddenly pulling away from him. She then surged toward Dr. Klein, raised her hand, and slapped her hard across the face. The blow was hard enough that Dr. Klein grunted and fell to her knees. She stood up, wiping a trickle of blood from her mouth and turned around. She hit Molly hard in the stomach with a punch, and when Atticus and Mayor Burton went to help her, some soldiers held them back at gunpoint.

Molly doubled over, wheezing and coughing and holding her stomach. She grunted as Dr. Klein grabbed her by a fistful of her hair.

“You have some fight in you, girl. I like that,” the doctor said before tearing Molly’s dress. She hadn’t been wearing a bra, so her perky tits spilled out. Dr. Klein cupped one in her hand and licked the girl’s face. “Nice and healthy, too. I think I’ll have my fun with you here. You’ll be coming along when me and my men leave this patch of piss-stained dirt you call your home. You will serve as my personal plaything. Does that appeal to you, Molly Davis?” Dr. Klein laughed and snaked her hand down Molly’s body, down the front of her panties, and began fingering the girl. Molly moaned softly as the doctor forced everyone to watch her molest her. Dr. Klein yanked on her hair and forced her fingers in deeper before getting on her knees and kissing Molly’s neck and bare shoulders.

“You taste exquisite, Molly Davis...I do not usually like American women. To be honest, I do not like Americans in general. You people disgust me in so many ways and this...country makes my skin crawl, but you will do nicely.”

“Doctor,” one soldier spoke.

“What is it, Haas?” she snapped at the man.

“The helicopter approaches,” Haas pointed at the glass wall that overlooked the beach. The thunder had picked up and streaks of lightning flashed in the distance as a torrential rain fell over the beach. Through it all, everyone in the room could see an approaching helicopter, struggling to stay on the path in the storm.

The members of the Council all watched closely, waiting for it to reach the shoreline, when suddenly a long, thick tendril emerged from beneath the rolling waves and wrapped around the helicopter. There was little the machine could do as it was dragged into the watery depths.

Dr. Klein’s jaw hung open. Her eyes were wide. She shoved the half-naked Molly onto the floor and stood up. “What was that?” she asked. She then turned when she didn’t get an answer. “WHAT WAS THAT?!” she screamed.

Molly looked at her with a smile on her flush face. The nipples on her tits were still hard from the doctor’s touch. “That was the King’s pet Kraken, you evil cunt…”

“What king?” Dr. Klein demanded. She grabbed Molly by her hair and pulled. “What king?!”

Then, the lights in the community center went out.

“Haas! Kroll!” Dr. Klein screamed. “Someone get those lights back on!”

They turned back on a few seconds later. Dr. Klein stood where she had been, but Molly was no longer right next to her. Instead, she was back with the other townspeople. Klein’s men all looked at her, frozen in sheer terror.

“What is it?” Dr. Klein asked.

Kroll raised a trembling hand and pointed. Dr. Klein swallowed a lump in her throat and turned around when she realized something massive was casting a shadow on her. It was another of the Deep Ones, this one far larger than the two warriors on the beach. He wore a cloak of scales and had a crown made from spiked shells on his head. He was surrounded by a group of six warriors and right next to him was a strange looking biped. This creature wore what could best be described as the robes of a priest, and it had a head shaped like a squid. In the thing’s mouth tendrils, a naked Elsa hung uselessly, her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth agape. Her own cum dripped from between her thick legs.

“This is the one that killed the breeding female, my king,” a deep, booming voice came from the captive Elsa’s mouth. The squid creature latched onto her turned to the large Deep One, who nodded.

“That king…” Molly said. “The King of the Deep…”

Dr. Klein whimpered and stepped back.

“Human,” the voice came from Elsa’s mouth again. “For crimes against the vast and endless kingdoms of the Deep, and her allies, you and your cohort are hereby sentenced to eternal servitude as we see fit. To refuse is to court death.”

“No!” Dr. Klein raised her gun at the king and fired. “No! Get away, you monster!!”

The bullets bounced off the king’s thick hide as he approached Dr. Klein and his warriors moved on her soldiers.

“I am Dr. Narcissa Klein, proud daughter of the Fourth Reich! I am not some fish monster's toy!” she declared.

“You will serve The Deep for the rest of your days,” the squid-priest spoke through Elsa.

“Noooo!!!” Dr. Klein screamed as the King reached out to grab her.

III

It was early morning in Misty Point. Dew from the previous night’s rain dripped off the trees and Atticus sat in a chair outside his gas station, reading a newspaper with a pipe pressed between his lips. He looked up when he heard the throaty rumble of a V8 engine approaching and then put his paper down when two busty blondes who looked worse for wear stepped out.

“Woo!” Texas Star said, taking off her ruined hat and fanning herself with it. “Finally, some civilization.”

“You ladies all right?” Atticus asked, getting up from his seat.

“We ran into a bit of trouble with a super soldier,” Green Specter told him. “We had to lead it on a chase through the woods, set up traps when we couldn’t hurt it. Took us all night.”

“Did you get him?”

“Yes, sir,” Green Specter grinned.

“Hey, old timer,” Texas Star cut in. “Y’all seen any Nazis running around here?”

Atticus looked her up and down. “Young lady, I don’t know if anyone’s told you this, but the War’s been over for decades. We won. No Nazis here.”

Texas Star huffed and Green Specter giggled at the reply. The curvy Texan scratched her brow. “Damn...they must be outta state by now. I’ll put in word with the Rangers to keep an eye out. Sentinel, too.”

“What do we do now?” Green Specter asked. “We’re a good way from home.”

“Yeah,” Texas Star agreed. “This looks like a fine town. Might as well take some R&R time while we can.” She then looked at their busty, naked, bruised bodies. “We finally got a place to get cleaned up at least.”

“Bathroom’s in the back of the shop,” Atticus pointed. “Help yourselves.”

“Mighty kind of ya, old timer,” Texas Star said. “I heard there’s good fishing out here in Misty Point. You got any bait and rods you’d be willing to part with?”

***

Some time later, a small boat rocked in the waters just off the beach. Texas Star sat at the edge of the boat with a fishing rod in one hand and a beer in the other. A tight t-shirt clung to her chest, the words ‘Misty Point’ stretched across her tits. Green Specter lay back in the other end of the boat in nothing but a pair of sunglasses. The sun kissed her naked curves as she stretched out and sighed.

“We should stay here for a while,” Green Specter said. “We deserve it after that fight. I bet they have killer seafood here.”

“Yup,” Star agreed. “I...oh shit, I got something!” she said, reeling in her catch.

Green Specter sat up to watch and lifted the sunglasses off her face.

“What the hell?” Texas Star looked at her catch. “Eyeglasses? I swear, people will just throw anything into the sea!” she groaned.

***

Somewhere in darkest depths of the Atlantic Ocean, the King of the Deep, along with his chief priest, walked through the halls his the royal palace and into the hatchery, a cavernous room illuminated by glowing orbs that floated in the air. The room was filled with thousands upon thousands of eggs, future citizens of the Deep. The king looked fondly on his subjects waiting to be hatched and smiled before her and the priest continued on to the center of the chamber.

“Are the surface dwellers acclimating?” The king asked.

“They are, my lord,” the priest answered. “I commend your decision to have them repay what they took from our people, rather than simply executing them. May your wisdom continue guiding us.”

“It seemed fitting. Did the Kraken get his fill with those soldiers?”

“He did, my lord. He found them quite delicious. The feeding delighted the children.”

The two of them reached the center of the chamber and paused.

“Excellent. The Deep holds no grudge against the humans of the surface world, but those who transgress against us will pay dearly.”

Above the two of them, Elsa and Dr. Klein were both stripped naked, their bodies suspended above them with iron shackles around their hands and feet. They wore masks on their faces, with tubing attached to a machine bolted to the chamber’s ceiling that pumped them full of its contents.

Both women had swollen bellies and Dr. Klein moaned into her mask as an egg forced its way from her vagina and fell into a pool beneath her and Elsa. The pool already held several dozen identical eggs.

“Indeed…” the priest said to the king. “We had to alter their physiologies slightly to be compatible breeders, but it isn’t as if they’re going anywhere anytime soon.”

Both captive women whimpered when they heard the priest say that, they’re pussies twitching as more eggs began to crown.

The End