The excursion beyond

"Ya know, when you hired me on as a researcher, I thought it was going to be the 'sit in a lab and fuck the sexy assistant' type of research, not 'walk into the active warzone' kind."

"I didn't know the second kind existed at all."

"My current situation would indicate it does." Aires couldn't argue with Owen's assessment: they were currently walking along the massive, gently writhing wall that surrounded the newly dubbed Othrys, cutting it off from the massive Olympus army. They were on the outside, of course, searching for a carrier of the Traitor's strain of the virus and conversing casually while they did it. Evelith walked silently behind her master, waiting and ready to do anything he asked.

"Hold on, since when did I 'hire' you? Hiring implies I pay you, which I'm definitely not."

"Payment in pussy, wasn't it?" the dark haired man asked jauntily, carefree as always.

"You want it, get your own, I'm not going to do the hard work for you."

"Oh, 'hard' isn't the issue."

"Ha ha, erection joke, so original. You do know we're infected with a sex virus, right? I think it's safe to say that one's been used to ****."

"Eh, still funny. Though with that sour sense of humor, you'll make a great politician."

"I'm pretty sure 'god-emperor' is a little different from a normal politician," Aires said with a raised eyebrow, half wondering how he continued to tolerate Owen. Though to be fair, the guy was amusing.

"Once again, eh. You want to argue with me about it, you've got to get me to care, and I promise, that's a lost battle already."

"Speaking of battle..." Aires said, suddenly speaking in a whisper. Owen thankfully caught on and lowered himself into a crouch next to Aires. Both men looked through the woods they were walking in to see a blonde wearing obviously military gear walking slowly. Kitted out with body armor and a large rifle so close to the wall, Aires didn't have any doubt she was a member of Olympus.

"Team Four, all clear here, no signs of spread," the woman said into a radio while another woman, a slightly darker blonde, joined her, carrying a similar rifle but showing significantly more skin. Aires could tell the one showing skin was infected, but given his lack of control, her strain was either too far removed from his or, more likely, she was a pawn of the Traitor. Given that they were sporting Olympus gear, the latter seemed the correct assumption. Both women seemed to be more focused on the ground around them and towards the wall, which by chance didn't include Aires, Owen, and Evelith, who was trying to resist the need to grab her Master's cock and stroke him.

"Affirmative, hold position, Team Four, we'll join you and press on," came another female voice from the radio and Aires smiled at his luck. Whatever troops were in these woods were coming right for him and it seemed some of them were infected with the Traitor strain. Everything he needed was coming right to him, he just needed to figure out how to get it. Plan after plan rolled through his mind as both groups waited silently. It didn't take more than ten minutes for another ten women to join the first two, all of them similarly outfitted in military gear and with various levels of skin coverage, from total to barely any, all of them a delight to look at. He hoped this would be a lengthy interrogation.

"They're going to be cut off at the front," Aires said to his fellows, his plan decided. "Owen, circle around and get them from the other side. Evelith, stop them from going back the way they came. Aim to disarm, we need information first and foremost. You have two minutes, go." Both of them immediately set off, notably without any backtalk from Owen. He must have been just as eager to get his hands on these women, Aires thought. He carefully counted the seconds and then waited just a moment or two longer before magically tearing the ground upward in front of the group of female soldiers.

They all reacted instantly, raising their weapons and looking around, but it wasn't quite quick enough. With a blast of acceleration, Aires appeared on one side of the group, his hand immediately grabbing one of the women, who just happened to be the blonde he had seen initially. Untouched by any strain of the virus and taken by surprise, she had no chance to resist as the Contagion burned up her arm and into the rest of her body. A shocked gasp escaped swelling lips, a damp spot blooming on her pants before they shrank and morphed like the rest of her clothes. In a second, she was squealing in whorish delight and pulling open an outfit better suited to a stripper's cop outfit than a soldier. Her long slim legs shook a little as she orgasmed again, perfectly round tits popping out of her tugged open dress.

"Contact, contact! Squad, fire!" a woman in a camo bikini yelled, evidently the group leader, and all the soldiers turned and aimed at him and his cumming victim. Aires heard a low hum coming from their weapons and, realizing they were something more than normal rifles, he jumped sideways just as they fired. Even to his beyond superhuman senses, the shots were incredibly fast, shredding the trees and bushes behind where he had been standing. They were so fast, in fact, that he couldn't entirely evade the salvo; one or two shots impacted and tore through his trailing arm and shoulder. Suddenly realizing things weren't as far in his favor as he thought, he adjusted his plan.

Focusing as much energy as he could on regenerating his ruined limb, which took longer than expected on its own, he targeted one of the women towards the center of the group with dark brown hair. Even wounded and thrown off balance, he could easily manipulate the Contagion within his own body. A small needle akin to a dart formed in his hand and shot out from his palm, striking the woman in the arm to deliver its payload. By whatever luck, the surprisingly dangerous guns seemed to need a second or two before they could fire again, which was enough time for Aires to catch his balance and his needle to take effect.

The brunette struck felt the prick on her arm and quickly shook off whatever had hit her. She aimed down her sights at the enormous and sexy man that had just jumped out of the woods at them. Her rifle buzzed to life, but something was pushing on it and throwing her aim off. Whatever it was, it was pushing on her chest too and with increasing ****. Confused and annoyed, she looked down and quickly realized her rapidly growing boob was what was pushing on her gun and body.

'That's really annoying, now my shirt is so tight...OH!' she though to herself as her body armor melted away and her top popped open, freeing a generous amount of titflesh and giving it even more room to grow. Her nipples firmed up and pressed against the thin blue fabric while a flush spread over her chest and up her neck, her breathing picking up to match. Her gun fell from limp fingers, its hum fading to silence while she sighed dazedly, wondering how big her breasts were going to get. Hopefully a lot.

"Wha- Lauren! He got her, she's infected!" another woman in the group exclaimed, throwing the other nine into disarray. Surprised by Aires, Evelith, and Owen on the sides and the brunette in their midst, there was more than enough time for Aires to finish mending his arm and grab hold of the bikini-wearing leader, knocking the gun from her hands and lightly griping her neck.

"Who infected you? Who is responsible for your perversion of my virus?" he growled at her for the whole group to hear, minus the two women he had infected who didn't care about anything but their own bodies anymore. "Answer me!"

"I'll never betray my Lady," the leader, Amanda, said defiantly, holding her head high despite the hand around her throat. "You'll never make me!" Aires stared her down, witnessing the determination in her eyes and resolute face. He wondered just who and what the Traitor was to inspire such loyalty in her devotees. He wasn't going to be satisfied with wondering anymore though.

"You will either tell me or be erased," he stated, firm and unrelenting. He didn't see a hint of weakness in her countenance and accepted she wasn't going to tell him. Of course, that didn't mean she was useless. "Take note, the rest of you and remember: this can easily be your fate as well." Amanda opened her mouth to say something, but whatever she was going to say turned into an agonized, **** moan when Aires let go of her neck and instead plunged his fingers into the back of her skull. Amanda gurgled and convulsed, eyes drifting and lids fluttering, her very self crushed under a tidal wave of Aires' power. Her slim but sexy body changed to wide, sultry, and plush whorishness befitting a woman who only existed to be a slut. The god's fingers pulled out of her grey matter with a sick squish and she fell on her hands and knees, tongue already outstretched as she wiggled her ass for him, only wanting the big cock hanging between his legs.

"Tell me what I want to know and I'll spare you her fate." Aires ultimatum to the rest of the squad was met with a number of responses. Many of the soldiers looked at what had become of the competent and commanding woman that had led them with the fire of fear and self-preservation in their eyes. A few couldn't hold back and bolted away from Aires, first towards Owen and then at Evelith. They each caught one, two managing to slip past and dash into the woods. Aires noted which way they went to pursue later, once he had once he wanted.

"Owen, Evelith, ruin them," he commanded and the two acted. Owen took his precum slicked hand from his own dick and held them in front of the blonde he had grabbed.

"Say 'boobies'!" he said jauntily before forcing his fingers into the girl's mouth. She fought for a few seconds, but couldn't keep her body and clothes from changing. Curly locks took on a pink tint and skin paled, making the contrast of her thick eyeliner and thick lashes more drastic. "Oh, nice. You can raid my house any time you want," Owen said, watching with a steadfast erection as the woman's outfit turned into a naughty caricature of a SWAT uniform, her gloved hands lifting and squishing her handful breasts with a giggle and a nibble on her lower lip.

Evelith wasn't smiling nearly as much, her face contorted with anger as her hands held the redhead she had captured on either side of her head. "No one runs from my master," she hissed. "You exist for his pleasure as he wishes and nothing else! Maybe if you learn that, you'll be let out of your cage." Evelith watched the caught woman stare back at her with fear and then horror as her hands twitched and then started moving on their own. Around Evelith's fingers, red locks paled out to purest bleach blonde, quickly spreading the color to their neighbors.

Meanwhile, the soldier lost further control of her body, arms, then legs, then everything below the neck. "Ple-" she tried to beg, cut off when her lips buzzed and inflated. She heard a vapid giggle come from her own mouth, light, carefree, and horny, as she completely lost control of herself and was **** to watch and feel from the back of her mind what the bimbo that took her place did. Of course, the first thing was to jerk her top open to show almost half her tits off, the slutified mounds pressed together by a stripper's cop outfit that hugged the rest of her body way too tightly. She desperately tried to do something, anything, to free herself from the prison of her mind, but could do nothing but feel her skin and pussy tingling with lust as the bimbo in control got used to her new body.

"I'm here to...um...protect and, like, serve. Can I serve you please?" the bimbo cop mewled, looking at Evelith in stupid submission. Aires' **** pushed her back though, unwilling to let anything impede her from following her master's orders. Fortunately for them, no more of the soldiers tried to escape, instead huddling together with their rifles pointed outwards.

"Anyone who fires their weapon dies," Aires decreed flatly, perfectly willing to follow up on the threat. "I'm going to make this very simple. Give me what you want and I won't make you into that." He pointed at Amanda, who was laying on her back and drooling while she bucked her hips against her own fingers, pleading for the man she genuinely thought was fucking her to do her deeper. Slowly, the remaining five lowered their rifles, their warning hum dying out. Aires looked them over as they shuffled in place, seeing and sensing that three of the remaining women were carriers for the Traitor strain and the other two were untouched. One of them looked it, wearing a full uniform and armor, but the second woman was wearing a crop top that showed a lot of skin and spoke of some deviant, perhaps exhibitionistic, tastes.

"Three of you carry that traitoress' perversion of my Contagion. One of you will surrender yourself to me." The women shuffled nervously, especially the Infected three, before the fully covered uninfected woman spoke up.

"What do you want with them? What guarantee do we have you won't turn us into mindless whores anyway?"

"There is none, Tasha," Aires said, skimming her name from her surface thoughts. "I am not asking for your input, I am asking for volunteers. I could arbitrarily choose, but I thought you deserved a chance to choose something for yourselves." He said nothing more, leaving it to them to decide. He wondered what they were thinking, if they imagined they were volunteering for a better or worse fate. It didn't matter in the end, they would all serve him.

"I will," one of the three finally said, stepping forward in her revealing military gear. She looked tough and strong and probably thought that would benefit her in whatever Aires had planned. He didn't know himself, but he looked forward to finding out.

"Your name?"

"Yvonne," the brunette said.

"Yvonne, as a volunteer, I'd like you to remember that you cannot escape your responsibilities. Resist, run, show your defiance, and I promise things will be made much more unpleasant for you. Do you understand?" Aires could see Yvonne struggling with herself, trying to keep her fiery spirit out of her eyes. He felt the special satisfaction that came from watching a headstrong woman submitting to him as she lowered her head.

"Yes," she said gently, her voice kept carefully emotionless.

"Good. Owen will be taking charge for this, I expect you to obey him as you would me." Yvonne looked over to see Owen smiling innocently at her while the SWAT bimbo performed an extensive body check on his naked form with her hands. She wondered just what she had gotten herself into.

"Secondly," Aires said, returning his focus to the group as a whole and stepping into their midst, "who's in a divulgatory mood?"

"What do you want to know?" Tasha said, still standing firmly in place.

"A name. The name of the Traitor. Your 'Lady' has been a thorn in my side and I still don't even know her name. You will tell it to me."

"Never!" one of the two remaining Infected cried out, clamming up with sudden fear as Aires spun to stare her down. He stepped right up to her, his large mass looming over her strong but smaller body.

"I would implore you to reconsider," he whispered loud enough for everyone to hear. "You should already know what happens to those who defy me." Every one of his words carried terrible weight, making the woman shudder despite herself. "I reward compliance and obedience though. Would you like to revise your answer?"

"Naomi," came the voice of another of the women, the other uninfected one, and Aires slowly turned to face her.

"Raegan, don't," Tasha said, and Yvonne glowered silently at the blonde from the sidelines. Raegan ignored both of them.

"Say that again," Aires ordered.

"Her name is Naomi. She's your Traitor, their Lady. I don't know how they got her, but she's working with Olympus to fight you. They made these weapons with her help." Raegan tapped the rifle in her hands. "From what I've heard around the base, she's the lynchpin for their war against you."

"Why so forthcoming, Raegan?" Aires asked, dropping some of the menace from his voice.

"I'd rather not end up like them," the scantily dress soldier said, glancing at her transformed fellows.

"Self preservation. At the expense of others, no less. An odd trait for a soldier. Especially one that wants to sleep with her squad mates. Being a lesbian in a gender segregated military must be fun." The god smirked at Raegan, enjoying the bit of surprise he saw there. "As a fellow appreciator of the female body, you're not that subtle." Both their eyes darted towards Tasha, who remained on edge. "You'll have plenty of time to tell me everything I want to know later. For now, you get what you want. Mostly."

Aires licked his thumb and stroked it along Raegan's lips, wetting them with his saliva. "She's all yours, they all are. A reward to enjoy." Raegan only hesitated for a couple seconds before turning and walking towards Tasha with purpose. Seeing an odd light in her friend's eyes, the brunette unconsciously stepped back but had nowhere to go. Raegan didn't give her any more time to get away and swooped in, pressing her lips to the other woman's.

"I wanna fuck you so bad, Tasha. You're so sexy, but so serious. You could do to loosen up a little," Raegan whispered between smooches, shuddering with anticipation as she felt Tasha's lips swell. Her practiced hands made short work of her uniform, stripping the brunette down to a white top in seconds. Pressing their bodies closer together, she was delighted to find that Tasha's lips weren't the only things swelling. Boobs to rival her own made steady progress, shoving against her with increasing ****. It didn't take much longer for the uptight soldier to groan and melt into Raegan's embrace.

"Raegan, why are you...do I...oh god, I'm so horny. I can't...think...just...need you. I need you so fucking bad. Fuck me hard, baby, I need you to fucking fuck me." Raegan separated from Tasha with a pop, gasping breathily while she finished turning a gorgeous slut consumed and driven by her lust. Pale green eyes begged for sex and she tugged down the hem of her undershirt to better show off her tits. Anything to convince Raegan to fuck her.

"Don't worry, she will," Aires said, enjoying the view while Evelith padded over and started to stroke his length. "She won't be able to stop herself. She's going to make a good queen." That made Raegan freeze, her hands stopping scant inches away from Tasha's chest. She turned to the crimson-haired god with confusion.

"What do you mean? Intel says you already have a queen. Why would you replace her with-"

"You don't seem to understand," Aires interrupted. "You're not replacing anyone. Yours is a new position; I'd never make someone I care about a bimbo queen."

"Master..." Evelith whined from between his legs.

"Unless they asked for it. Anyway, the end result is just what I promised. You get to fuck all the hot, giggly bimbo women you want. And you'll get to enjoy it as the best among them. And maybe if you cum enough, you'll be able to control yourself for a little bit. Have fun, Raegan."

Raegan screamed, a wave of raw sexual desire rushing through her. Her eyes burned purest blue while her dark blonde hair lightened into platinum locks. She felt it immediately, the insistent, unrelenting need that didn't leave room for her to concentrate on anything else. Everything got washed away by the **** of pure, mindlessly horny femininity, imperfections cleansed from her skin while her clothes dissolved. Her breath caught in her throat and her belly writhed, her core **** for sex of any sort from any source. She whined helplessly, falling to the ground to squirm. Large breasts firmed a little, a tan crawling over her skin, and she clutched at the mounds on her chest, pinching at pointed nipples with long nails. Spreading her legs wide, Raegan did her best to make herself the most desirable, sexiest piece of meat available. Given the lustful looks being shot her way, she was doing a good job.

"You two will have to wait," Aires said to the two soldiers infected with the Traitor strain still standing nearby. "You get to help me before you start serving your new queen. Time for that later though, first I..." The Divine god had cast his mind out, searching for any trace of the two women that had run, but found none. Absolutely none. Not just that they had exceeded the range of his perception. No vestige remained. As if they didn't exist.

"Back inside the wall. Now. You two, make sure none of these bimbos wander off. Bring the weapons too. Try anything and you die." Aires' warning left no doubt in the final two soldiers' minds that he was deadly serious. Even more terrifying was the concern they heard in his voice. In the entire time he had spent dismantling and transforming the squad, he had never sounded like he was anything more than mildly amused. The change was disconcerting.

Aires, for his part, didn't pay attention to Owen, Evelith, and the others corralling the bimbos through the woods. He was hypervigilant and searching for any hint, any sign of anything alien and other. The fact that he didn't find anything was almost more concerning. Either way, he scanned relentlessly and only relaxed when they reentered the city and the wall surrounding Othrys finally sealed behind them.