The Creeping Nightmares.

“Huh, how come it’s already almost midnight? time sure flies fast,” Doug mumbled as he looked at the full moon in the night sky from his room window.

There was also a sour taste in his mouth somehow, it reminded him of the awful tea he drank in the afternoon.

Doug decided to go out of his room to get some refreshment, he didn’t think he could sleep with the taste lingering in his mouth.

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Coming to the kitchen, Doug saw his wife, Patty, she was no longer only in her bra and panties but in a more ‘covered’ attire, yet it wasn’t something that can be called modest. Now adorned unto her body was a nearly translucent black nightgown, several sizes smaller than her actual size. Her thick, erect nipples tented the fabric even further, obscenely outlining their shape through the thin dress. The gown did little to none in an effort to protect even a modicum of her modesty, aside from being almost transparent, the gown was only able to cover the upper half of her groin, and stopped just a bit short above her crotch, revealing her lacy black panty that latched greedily unto her tender bottom lips, giving her a noticeable cameltoe. Furthermore, her panties looked a bit damp with a wet spot on them, but Doug wasn’t sure about it because of the current dim lighting of the kitchen and the color of her panties. The black attire she wore successfully highlighted her face with its contrast, framed by her shiny platinum blonde bob, and bright red lipstick, her already gorgeous facial features looked more sensually alluring as if she was a succubus or vampire, the lord of the night, but instead of drinking blood, Patty was currently drinking something tamer. The glass in her hand was filled with a thick, viscous, and rather murky and white-colored liquid, what would it be if it was not milk? At least Doug believed that what Patty drank was milk.

Patty chugged her drink down; each time the thick, and creamy load of ‘milk’ plunged its way down her slender gullet, there was a distinctive and audible 'glug' that could be heard a few distances away, it might sound unbecoming for a lady, but with how Patty looked right now, she probably didn’t care about it.

A few drops spilled from her plump, full lips as Patty tried to chug the ‘milk’ in one go. The drops made their way into the edge of her dainty chin, which then drizzled down between her busty, filled to the brim cleavages. The way she drank down the milk was vulgar yet sensual in Doug’s eyes.

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“Do you also find it hard to sleep, honey?” Doug approached his wife when he saw that she already finished her drink.

“Oh, it’s you, I thought you were someone else, do you want to say something else to me?” Unlike his expected warm reply, Patty’s reply was quite cold in tone.It was quite a surprising reaction, but Doug rationalized Patty's answer like that because she was tired, and he didn’t pursue it any further.

“No,” He shook his head, “I just wanted to pick some cold drink from the fridge, and saw you here, I thought you already went to sleep as you had been sleeping at this hour usually.”

“Well, I'm just going to sleep right now, see you tomorrow,” Patty walked away but before long she came back again to Doug, giving him a surprise kiss on the lips for a few seconds before she extricated herself from Doug.

“What was that?” Doug asked, still dazed at Patty's sudden kiss.

“A reward,” Patty grinned coquettishly. Without any further elaboration, she left the kitchen for good now.

Doug could taste the creamy residual of the milk, he wasn’t a much milk person as he prefer tea over milk, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t distinguish the taste between some products of milk, at the very least, he knew was the taste of creamy milk Patty drank was as awful as Amelia’s tea he drank, it was a combination of bitter, and salty, something he didn’t expect how milk tasted.

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Instead of overthinking about the ‘milk’ taste, Doug decided to put the matter in the back of his mind. His purpose to come to the kitchen in the first place was to wash the awful aftertaste in his mouth. He opened the fridge and looked at the contents inside, there was lemon juice, a can of canned coffee, some can of beers, a bottle of wine, and a jar containing suspiciously white ‘milky’ liquid; He ignored the jar, it was probably the milk Patty drank before, he struck out the coffee from his option as he wanted to go to sleep after washing the aftertaste on his mouth, so it left lemon juice, beers, or wine. In the end, Doug’s choice fell into one can of beer from the fridge.

The beer introduced a fresh malty taste to his taste buds, washing the sour, acidic taste in his mouth. “Finally, a good drink, another one should be fine,” Doug went back to the fridge and pick another can of beer.

Without him realizing it, he had drunk all the beers in the fridge and even emptied the bottle of wine. His face blushed red, the amount of what he drank should not make him intoxicated and drunk in a normal circumstance, but right now, Doug could feel his sight begin to get blurry, and his step went wobbly. It led Doug to incidentally tripped and hit his head over the edge of a table, the fall made Doug’s consciousness quickly fade into darkness.

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“Is this a dream?” Doug looked at his surroundings and found himself back inside the town hall.

“You can’t be serious? What kind of joke is this?” The voice took Doug's attention as he felt very familiar with it.

In the room, Doug could see another him currently arguing with Mayor White about something.

“I am afraid you can’t refuse the order, Mr. Coulson,” coming from behind another Doug, a brawny black-skinned man with a black suit said.

“Who are you?”.

“Jordan Andrew, the Upper Management had sent me here to take control of the whole project, I will be the chief supervisor, a rank higher than Mr. John here, in other words, I will be the new boss for this whole project.”

Doug couldn’t seem to remember any of this happening in his memory, but it was strangely familiar. The name Jordan Andrew echoed in his mind, his guts feeling told him that he knew the man, he ever met the man somewhere, but even after he dig into his memory, he didn’t have any recollection about the man named Jordan Andrew.

The scenery in front of his eyes then suddenly changed, into another familiar room, he recognized where he was, the secret control room!

“Thank you, gentlemen, as your task end here, I will take control from here onward, your presences are no longer needed, also please look here,” Jordan said as he took out the previous mind-erasing stick from his pocket and point it on another Doug’s face.

“You backstabbing bast-” Doug saw that the other him rushed toward Jordan to stop him from using his device, but it was too late as Jordan blasted them with a blinding light that came out from the mind-erasing stick.

The scene ended and his surroundings became engulfed in the darkness once again. After watching this entire ‘dream’, Doug was able to put 1+1 of what happened. He was after all a brilliant scientist, he knew about the memory-erasing stick function, and it seemed that this man called Jordan Andrew had used the device on him, the ‘dream’ version of him but whether it was really a dream or not, he was not sure, it could be his mind just playing a trick on him.

Then from the depth of darkness, he heard a creepy laugh that made him feel goosebumps all over his body. Amidst the laughing, he could hear a voice he was familiar with, his own voice, telling him to wake up and run away.

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Doug was jerked awake from his dream all of sudden, he felt a stinging pain on his wrist and saw an IV line attached to his right wrist. Where am I?

“Daddy, you are awake, it scared us when we found you lying on the floor with blood drenching from your forehead, thankfully, the doctor said that it was only a skin injury,” the voice came from his daughter, Lisa. Standing beside her was another daughter of his, Mila. Doug could see the worry on both of his daughters.

“Sorry, look like I am creating a panic at home, anyway, where is your mom?” Doug asked.

“She should be talking with the doctor right now,” answered Lisa with a sneer.

“Oh…” Doug responded with a short remark of understanding, he didn’t know why Lisa replied with a sneer though, “you two should go back home, just rest at home and don’t go anywhere, your mother should be enough to accompany me here!”

“But dad…” Lisa seemed dejected and unwilling.

“No but, you two should go home now, young missy!” Doug said sternly to both his daughters.

Obeying her father's order, Mila then dragged her unwilling sister outside.

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Sending them away from him and asking them to stay at home was for their own good, Doug had not so sure about his memories, if what happened in his dream was real, it means that his acceptance of the change in his family could be fabricated by whoever was behind this, he still didn’t how to react yet to this matter, but one thing he knew full well was the capability of the Master Controller in changing people’s mind, it can make people oblivious toward the change, never realizing that they got changed, so, before he sure about the fact whether the changing of his family behavior was his own ideas or a malicious person messing with his head if there was actually malicious person behind all this, he was sure that the change to them wasn’t stopping at the tame one, and by confining his daughter at home, he hoped that if there was a further change to their personality, the damage to them can be minimalized. He didn’t know whether it would be effective or not, but for now, it was the only stop-gap measure he could think of.

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After a while, the door to his ward was opened, and his wife entered the room accompanied by a male doctor. As a fellow man of Stepford, of course, Doug was acquainted with the doctor. He wasn’t of the same batch as the doctor, Dr. Mike Hawk was his junior by several batches.

“Nice to meet you again, sir Coulson, it's been a while, isn’t it?” Dr. Mike greeted him.

“Yes,” Doug replied.

“So, here is the result of your diagnosis, good news, that it was only a skin-depth injury and there was no brain concussion, you should be fine to go home after this,” the doctor explained.

“Thank you doctor, but before you go, I want to talk with you about something ‘work’-related, do you have some time to spare?” Doug asked, The doctor should understand what he means by ‘work’-related.

Dr. Mike nodded, “I can spare some time.”

“Patty, please…” Without Doug needing to elaborate further, Patty understood what Doug wanted her to do, so she went out of the room, leaving the two men alone.

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“Mike, does the name Jordan Andrews ring a bell in your ear?” Doug asked.

“Jordan Andrews?” Mike was digging his memories for a while, “Yes, I think I heard about the name somewhere, but I didn’t remember where and when, you should know, that my position is far lower than you in our organization hierarchy, you should privy to more matter than me, Sir Doug.”

“Well…you are right,” Doug was a bit disappointed, but Mike was right, his position as one of the lead scientists was quite high compared to Mike, and the secret information Mike could get in his position was more limited than him

He chit-chatted for a few minutes with the doctor, inquiring about this and that, but he found no new leads to his question.

In the end, it means I could only try to ask people in the same position level as me, or should I ask Mayor White to inquire about Jordan Andrews? No, it's too risky, if my dream was real, Mayor White sure will know who Jordan Andrews was, but it also seemed that they are in a cooperative relationship with each other.

Doug asked Mike to check whether there really was no hidden injury with his head for the second time and after a quick check, and insurance from Dr. Mike that he is really fine, he got discharged from the hospital.

Similar to what he commanded his daughters to do, Doug asked Patty to come home first without him. After his wife left his field of view, Doug took out a communicator from his pocket. There was no phone signal in Stepford, but using this special communicator, it could function just like a normal smartphone, of course only high-level personnel in Stepford had the communicator. Doug dialed some number, and his call was connected to an unknown acquaintance of his on the other side of the line.

“I need your help to check someone, his name, Jordan Andrews.”

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Meanwhile, Patty who had completely identified herself as an unfaithful slut, didn’t want to follow Doug’s order to stay at home, why should I just stay at home? What is the fun in that?

Patty was recalling what happened yesterday evening, after Doug sent her away from his bedroom, at first, she could only be idle in her bedroom; Mila was with her father, and Lisa refused when she asked her whether she want to do something fun with her like what she did with Mila. But suddenly there were bold and daring ideas reverberating in her mind; she was a slut, and a slut like her shouldn’t be too long without dicks in any of her three holes. She shouldn’t care about her husband's feelings, the most important was to fulfill one's own pleasure. With the new urges to satisfy, Patty would not waste her time being idle, she quickly changed back to her previous slutty schoolgirl look. For now, it the sluttiest get-up she could do until she bought some new clothes.

“Now, where should I go?” she mumbled after successfully sneaking out of the house without anyone noticing. Coming to the Maxwell was not an option for her right now, with how they were a neighbor, it was risky to visit the boy of Maxwell when Doug was at home, so Patty put her sight on someplace farther away. She knew where she should go, the place that would satisfy her lust for cocks.

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At the sleazy bar downtown, Trisha, the pseudo-name Patty or Patricia Coulson decided to use, tried to convince several men, whether they were young or old to have some ‘good time’ with her. This bar was called The Lonely Tips, one of the few sleazy bars available in the town of Stepford, although Stepford was a place full of stereotypical retro families, a place like The Lonely Tips was still existed here and there, it was a recreational site for men who wanted some escapism from their family lives. It was undeniable that there are some people who didn’t feel satisfied by only having a wife, but the rules of Project Stepford didn’t let them have more than a wife, hence those kinds of men then turn their lust into this kind of establishment. All the dancers, waitress, and whore inside the Lonely Tips was unmarried women that had been programmed to ease their male client’s sexual thirst. A married woman like Patty was a rare visitor to the establishment, it was actually Patty's first time coming to Lonely Tips, she didn’t know how she knew about this place, but she just knew that this was the place she sought, her simple lust-filled mind didn’t bother to think that far about why she knew this place.

She was able to find three men that were interested in her offer to have a gangbang with her. These men, who had more experience in this area, led Trisha to a private room of the bar.

“Okay, slut, let’s have fun just as you said,” one of the men said, he then unbuckled his pants and let his pants drop to the floor, revealing his well-hung dick. The two other men soon followed the first men’s lead, unbuckling their pants and taking their dick out.

Similar to Patty who used a pseudo-name Trisha because she didn’t want to be found out who she actually was, the three men were also careful in giving their name known to Patty, so in the end, they agreed to use a codename, Mr. Alpha was a musclebound middle-aged man, Mr. Delta was a fat guy, and Gamma was a skinny young man who just stepped on his 30’s.

Seeing these guys with their well-hung dick, Patty’s mouth began to water. Patty then kneeled in front of one of them. The other two men then moved to surround her, "What an amazing smell!" She loved the smell of dicks. This was something she never expected that she would experience in her life, a new kind of excitement in her dull life. And this will be the start of a new chapter in her life, no longer she should stay as Patty Coulson the dull housewife, it was the turn for Trisha the married slut to take the stage

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“Oh god, please fuck me. I’m just a stupid fucking cunt. I’m a dumpster for your cum. Fill me! I want your cock in all my holes…" Trisha said with feverish enthusiasm. From her experience with doing roleplay in the bed with her husband, she knew how such vulgar and dirty words could stimulate a man’s desire.

“I will fill your wish, slut,” before she was able to said more words, her mouth were muffled by the fat cock of Mr. Delta as he stuffed it in her mouth. His cock was like a pacifier in her mouth, and she felt suddenly soothed to be sucking the sweat off his smelly shaft.

“Come on, guy, don’t hog it all yourself, make some room for me,” said the young man, Gamma.

“Tch…just when it begins to feel good, can you be patient for some minutes,” complained the fat guy, Mr. Delta, who had taken hold of Trisha’s hair while receiving a blowjob from her

“Spare the young man, fatty,” Mr. Alpha interjected between them, he glared at Delta for stealing a head start.

“All right, all right, no need to get all serious,” Delta said. He released his hold on Trisha’s hair and pulled his cock out of her mouth.

“Good,” Mr. Alpha said, “Let’s be efficient here, young man, lie down on the floor if you want a piece of this bitch’s ass.”

“Me?” Gamma asked.

“Yes, you, who else? I can see your mouth had been watering since entered the room, from your behavior, I know you can’t wait to stick your dick into her holes, unfortunately, no pussy for you, do you guys not notice the wedding ring on her fingers?” Alpha continued, “this slut wasn’t the same as the free-to-fuck women at the bar, her husband should have a cuckold fetish to let the slut came here and proposed us to gangbang her, but if you don’t want any complication to bite your back in the future, better avoid her pussy except if you want to use a condom.”

“Shit, I don’t bring a condom with me this time! Well, anal is fine too,” said the skinny young man, Gamma, he then followed Mr. Alpha’s arrangement and lie down on the floor.

Trisha of course had heard the conversation between the three men, like before, she had been misunderstood that it was her husband's command instead of her own will, she didn’t have any intent to correct the misunderstanding as it was more convenient this, too bad it seemed her pussy wouldn’t be filled today. She took a note to hide her wedding ring the next time she came here.

“While you got fucked by the young man there, you suck my dick and give sir fatty here a handjob, do you understand?”

Trisha nodded her head to Alpha’s question. Anyway, as long as she got her hole filled with cocks, she didn’t care how the three men would arrange themselves.

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“Fhasser (Faster)…fharher (Harder)…” Trisha let out ineligible noise as Mr.Alpha muffled her mouth with his dick this time instead of Mr. Delta, the big stout man grabbed her head and roughly throat-fucking her.

Gamma, who currently fucking her in a cowgirl position, understood that the slut wanted him to be rougher to her even if her words were a bit ineligible, he picked up his pace, moving his hip like a piston, his cock was in and out of her asshole.

Meanwhile, Mr. Delta the fat guy was a bit resentful to Mr. Alpha; he was interrupted by the stout man when the slut was giving him a blowjob, and now, instead of him, the big guy got his dick sucked by the slut while he only got a handjob from the slut. Mr. Delta had planned to talk with the slut named Trisha alone after this, how could he be satisfied by just a handjob? He wanted more!

Trisha couldn’t believe it but she now had two of her three holes filled at once, and her hand was still busy stroking another cock. Three big fat smelly cocks. Somehow she felt disgusted by herself, she even had a passing thought that this was all wrong, she should not be unfaithful to her husband. But these thoughts were quickly drowned by the pleasure she got each time the dick came in and out from her hole. It could be said that the cock had fuck out all her faith, loyalty, and love for her husband. Cum, she just had to cum, and she needed to get these men’s cum too. That was all that mattered. She wanted them to cum all at once and fill her to the rim with their delicious cum. She felt strangely whole. She knew that from now on she would never feel complete without a cock in her hole, fucking the shit out of her.

Trisha first felt that Mr. Alpha had shot his load down her throat, followed by young man Gamma in her asshole, Delta had shot his load outside, and he sprayed his load on her hair. Trisha felt her whole body spasmed, completely seized by pleasure. She was almost paralyzed by the biggest orgasm of her life.

As the waves of pleasure slowly subsided her mind seemed to be clearer, cleared of the doubt she had in her mind. That being a slut was her calling, this was her place, she belonged to this kind of sleazy place rather than a warm and cozy house. Inviting strangers to fuck her was her role, her position in life. She was just a hole to fuck; walking holes-on-legs that wanted nothing more than to be filled with cock again and again. Her worth was defined by how many cocks filled her hole.

“Hey, let’s give this cunt a farewell present,” Alpha said. He pulled his limp cock back out and the other two followed his lead. Trisha could feel a hot stream splatter over her from Alpha, he was pissing on her, then the two other men followed Alpha’s lead and all peeing on her at once.

The warm golden shower washed away all ‘leftover’ struggle from herself. She no longer had any inhibition on her mind, she was nothing but a living receptacle for cocks and all that came out of them. Trisha then opened her mouth inviting them to aim their piss in it. The three men gladly accepted her invitation. Their piss was hot and salty and disgusting, but for some reason it made her feel better. She knew that the conjecture she made in her mind was correct, in between gulping their piss, Trisha joyfully said, “Yes piss on me. I’m a worthless hole.”

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When the big man, Alpha, and the young guy, Gamma, had left the room after pissing on her, Delta the fat man still stayed in the room with her.

After the fat man was sure that the others two men had left the room vicinity, he turned back to Trisha, “Do you want to go round two? Don’t worry I brought a condom, your pussy should feel unfulfilled, right? Your handjob was lousy and I am not yet satisfied.”

Hearing Mr. Delta’s invitation, Trisha smiled at the man, what kind of woman was she anyway? “Sure,” Trisha answered, she was a woman who just want her hole to be filled. She was this kind of woman.

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She didn’t expect that the fat man could cum a lot more than she thought, she took the condom filled with his cum as her souvenir when she came home. She then had another bold idea in her head, she picked one of the empty jars in her kitchen cabinet, then she picked a carton of milk. She mixed the milk and the cum like she was going to make a protein shake, then stored it in the empty jar.

Then her husband suddenly appeared in the kitchen which successfully gave Patty a fright and made her a bit lost about what to do; she just cheated on her with four guys today, she even brought home another guy‘s cum and drank it like a glass of milk. She reflexively answered her husband’s greeting in a cold manner, hiding her guilt. Guilt? It was a lie if she didn’t feel guilty, but it was the same guilt that bring pleasure to her from cheating on him. The only question in her mind right now was how should she treat him in their daily lives? Which kind of action she should take to maximize her guilty pleasure of cheating on him?

After walking away from him, she realized that what she did was really stupid, treating him coldly would only arouse his suspicion, hence, without hesitation, she turned back, and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, hoping to make it up. Oops…I hope he likes the taste of that guy’s cum. She just realized that her mouth probably tastes like cum when she was done kissing him.

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Just like yesterday, Patty didn’t want to just idle at home, when Doug sent her home, she had already made up her mind for today ‘itinerary’. Does the Maxwell boy is at home right now? Doug should not be suspicious if I just visit the Maxwell as usual. Patty licked her lips in anticipation.

Unbeknown to Patty, all her actions since last night had been recorded by a stealth drone that always following her from behind.

In the hidden control room, all the actions of the Coulson had been monitored by Jordan. In the monitor of Master Controller, if somebody was there, they would see Patty Coulson’s data currently shown on the screen.

1. Name: Patty Coulson / Maiden name: Patricia Milton
2. Age: 45 years old
3. Relationship: Doug Coulson (Husband), Mila Coulson (Daughter), Lisa Coulson (Daughter)
4. Personality template: ‘Nymphomaniac Slut’ (Easily to be horny, have high sexual libido, knowledgeable in all kinds of sexual acts)
5. Set Routine:

• Routine 1: ‘Cheater Never Have Enough’: The subject will try to have a relationship with numerous others men sexually behind her husband’s back. The subject will try to hide or deny the fact that she was cheating on him with all her energy. The subject will find it very pleasurable to cheat on her loved ones, and when she treats them as a fool. The subject will easily dislike other faithful women.
• Routine 2: ‘Cum is Delicious’: The subject will find cum to taste the same as her favorite food or beverages. The subject will be addicted to the taste of cum, their daily intake of cum will grow every day. Failing to fill their need for cum will cause the subject to experience panic attacks.
• Routine 3: ‘No Inhibition’: The subject will do her best to look sexy and slutty. The subject will not shy away from other’s men sexual advances. Any kind of sexual behavior is acceptable for her.

Jordan didn’t take much attention to Patty’s data and moved to the next one, his husband, Doug Coulson. What made him fall into contemplation was Doug's behavior, Doug’s action of calling his friend to inquire about him was not missed by Jordan. Doug’s had proved that a single session on Master Controller was not enough to fully control him, maybe control men in general, and it spelled bad news for his mission.

1. Name: Doug Coulson
2. Age: 45 years old
3. Relationship: Patty Coulson (Wife), Mila Coulson (Daughter), Lisa Coulson (Daughter)
4. Occupation: Project Stepford’s Scientist
5. Personality template: %&asd#Error %
6. Set Routine:

• Routine 1: “Tea Drinker”: the subject can’t refuse if he was offered tea by someone. The subject will drink anything the person who offered him tea before bring back to him and consider it as tea. If someone offers to refill his cup, he will act the same as if he was offered a tea. the Subject's knowledge of tea brewing is erased. No matter how weird other people make their tea, the subject shall consider it as the right method to brew a tea. %&asd#Error %

A deep frown appeared on Jordan’s face when he looked at the error in Doug’s data, “to reinforce Master Controller control on him, I need him to come to the town hall again, by now, he should have some suspicious on the town council, what to do…what to do,” Jordan tapped his finger on his desk. Falling deeper into his thought.

Shall I put other men under the Master Controller’s control first to get more data on whether Doug's case is special or not? I can use them as muscle henchmen to capture Doug next after I got the necessary data, killing two birds with one stone!

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