Richard yawns and picks up a cup of coffee he has in his car. He has been driving for a few minutes now. In the passenger seat is Rachel, the deputy he met when he had gotten into town. Last night, Richard ran into her when she arrived at his front door when the light broke through. It seems a neighbor had seen him with his rifle in hand through his window and called the cops on him. That was a quick and easy thing to clear up.

But mostly, Richard was surprised she hadn't seen the news last night. When he told her what had happened, she was shocked that no one knew. Now he is driving her towards a farmhouse on the outskirts to check up on a family that hadn't been seen in a week since none of the other deputies or sheriff saw a need to worry.

"…so…why don't you guys check up on people like this? In the city, once a person has disappeared for forty-eight hours, everyone panics…unless they are something other than white," he mutters at the end, annoyed.

Rachel smiles while sipping her coffee from the center console. A routine run of the check up on a family doesn't need her official car. "Small town, everyone knows each other; they even know their patterns. If you go for a vacation just right now, the whole city would know in about five hours. It is that small and easy for us. But it's life. So we just need to see if our farmer can help with the festival," she then smirks and looks to Richard. "He's the only one in town with a particular attachment for a small float to hook up to a tractor."

Richard becomes confused and turns to her. "Why…?"

Rachel snarks. "We bought the float on a cheap sale from the city. We needed something, and they had the float. But we can't change the hookup yet. I call that cheap," she adds before looking to the road ahead.

"…are there movement in the trees?" Richard asks, thinking he spotted something as he cruised along.

Rachel rolls her eyes amused. "You are acting just like a green rookie. This is the farmlands and outback. Trees and bushes always move with how many animals are out here. Don't worry."

"The broadcast," Richard reminds, keeping his eyes on the road and trees for anything else.

Rachel sighs and hangs her head. "And the mood is ruined," she mutters, working on processing what she has been told. To know that the city is as good as dead and…is that a naked blond bombshell? "Richard, stop," she orders, tapping his arm and pointing to the naked blond girl.

Richard sees what she is looking at and notices a girl stumbling out of the forest and onto the road aimlessly. It's obvious she went through hell, but at least it might get better for her. Richard hits the brakes, and Rachel opens the door before the car even comes to a stop. The officer rushes over to the girl and gently holds her arms in her hands. The girl snaps her head up and notices the woman before she groans and falls against Rachel.

Richard quickly got out with his rifle around his arm, ready to be brought to bear in a moment as he got a blanket from the trunk. Rachel gently holds the girl against her and notices her cunt leaking cum onto the ground. Rachel was sure she had been raped.

"Let's get her someplace safe. I'll sit with her," Rachel says, leading the girl back to the car as Richard climbs into the driver seat again and prepares to drive off.

The girl moans and holds her stomach. "My stomach…"

Rachel looks worried and keeps the girl leaning against her side while wrapping the blanket around her. "It's okay now. You're safe. Head back, Richard."

Richard nods before making a U-turn and drives the way back the way they came. After they made it back, Rachel immediately led the girl inside and to the bathroom to get cleaned. While Richard reminds her quietly with a throat clearing and handing her supplies, did she now collect a few things and evidence before sending her off into the showers to wash up.

Rachel sighs and walks into the kitchen as Richard tries to find something for the girl to eat. "Okay, shaken up, but she looks fierce. She could make it through better than everyone else. But now I have a new case to deal with," she says, holding up the makeshift shoebox of evidence she gathered.

"I got her something, but I don't have much food," Richard informs, bringing out some reheated hamburgers.

Rachel nods. "That's fine. Doubt she can eat that much. Might puke in fact," she explains to the best of her knowledge.

The girl groans and leans against the shower wall as the water hits her smooth muscled body. She moans and holds her arms over her stomach as it seems to churn and move around. Her womb is not faring as well as it feels like they are trying to close up, but that goblin raped her made it stay open and constantly leak cum onto the shower floor. The girl's mind swirls around and looks worried if she has a kid from all of this. She did not want a goblin baby, but with how much was poured into her, the girl sincerely doubts that. She groans again as her stomach churns and grows slightly. She tears up and tries to press her stomach to push out the remaining jizz, but it was no use. They have already stuck inside of her, and she would have to really go digging for them. At this point, all she can do is wait and then kill whatever comes out of her.

"Rachel, can you go get some clothes for her?" Richard asks.

Rachel smiles. "Sure. I'll be back and maybe some more food and drinks. You even need it," she says while walking out the door.

"Thanks," Richard says as she leaves, and he waits for her to return. After a while, Rachel returned and brought the girl some loose clothes to wear. "Food so I can cook it?" he asks before a box of food and cans were placed on the kitchen table. "Oh…thanks," he says, digging through them to see what he can make.

While he starts to cook away at a light meal for the girl, something chewable for her, he hears the bathroom door open up, and he looks to see the girl stepping out in loose-fitting clothes with Rachel right behind her, leading her towards the table. "Hope you are hungry," he says, still cooking.

"Thanks," the girl says, taking a seat.

Rachel takes a seat beside her and gives the girl the most caring smile. "So…want to tell me what happened out there?"

The girl cleared her throat and started to speak. What they heard can hardly leave their minds again. The girl introduces herself as Yang Xiao Long and, to their shock of how open she was about this, told them of her rape at the hand of what Richard and Rachel knew were goblins or something like them from movies and books.

"Great. First minotaurs and a knight girl, and now goblins," Richard mutters to the side, hoping the two won't hear. It seems the trouble just followed him and made things worse.

"Miss Yang…would you be fine if we leave you here alone for a while. There is a family that hasn't been seen in a week, and we have to check up on them," Rachel asks Yang and Richard could tell what she was thinking or fearing had happened to them.

Yang slowly nods while Richard puts a plate in front of her and then the small pot of hot food. "Take what you want. All yours," he says before going to grab his rifle and some more ammo, as he thinks how goblins might be quick little buggers.

'Why do they have such archaic weapons?' Yang thinks as they leave, and she turns to the meal before smiling.


"Assume the worse?" Richard says as he drives while Rachel loads his rifle and her pistol.

Rachel smiles. "My dad always told me. Make a plan, execute the plan, expect it to go off the rails, and…throw away the plan," she chuckles before gaining a grimm expression on her face. "I can only imagine what those buggers could be doing to the family."

"Stop that thought. I think we both have seen movies. It would be nothing good," Richard informs.

"And anime," Rachel mutters, and Richard looks surprised at her as they drive onto the dirt road to the farmhouse. "What? I get bored. This place is a tiny town, hardly any trouble," she shrugs while checking their guns one last time. "And now…" she trails off as they at the farmhouse in the distant field with a few flickering lights on the foggy windows. The smokestack bellowing hard thick clouds of smoke that any passerby would assume is typical for an old place. But Rachel and Richard thought better.

"So do you know the layout where we can sneak in? Catch them off guard if so?" Richard asks, and he looks to see her taking the safety off her pistol.

"Yeah. I had to help break in one time to get them back in the house. I know the way. It seems the grounds are clear, so let's go," Rachel says, getting out of the car with Richard grabbing his rifle and stepping out as well. "You stay on my ass and don't aim towards me unless you are planning to fire. And that goes double for the family. If we are wrong, then I can explain this away, so keep your mouth shut," she instructs while they step along the dirt road.

"Door has been torn apart," Richard informs, pointing it out, rifle trained on it now.

Rachel looks over and groans inwardly as she sees the screen and front door torn apart a mishmash of many types of wood colors block it completely. "Keep low and quiet," she warns, keeping close to the crop field, which is now battered and bruised by something trampling through it.

"Wait. Just in case," Richard whispers to her, offering a skinning knife he had on him.

Rachel raises an eyebrow as she takes it. "When the heck did you get this?" she asks while pocketing it in her side pocket.

"Was planning on trying to hunt some coyote or wolves for food since I still don't have a job," Richard explains while whispering.

"I'll give you your license later," she whispers back before they continue to step closer to the farmhouse. As they neared, Rachel double-checked that her radio was on silent before proceeding.

Richard doesn't seem that surprised as Rachel doesn't go for the barred door, but rather the basement door near the side of the house. She peeks around for a few seconds before trying to pull at the sturdy lock and notices something. She frowns when she sees the lock has been bashed in like someone took a sledgehammer to it. Rachel flicks the lock open and quickly pulls it off before pulling at the old door slowly. Richard follows close behind as they walk down the stairs, and he stops her by grabbing her shoulder, then reaching out and grabbing the door. The basement door creaks closed with a slight thud, and they both freeze. The cackling and jabber of a broken language reach their ears.

Rachel holds a finger to her lips up at Richard before pointing ahead. He nods and keeps following the officer as they step through the basement where all manner of things are everywhere. Mostly junk, tools, and parts. Richard stops when he hears a crunch, and Rachel turns sharply to him. He winces and looks down before their gaze becomes broader as they stare at the long bone under his foot. Rachel can guess it's the size of an adult human bone. But when they follow what it is connected to, they find another set of bones on top of the larger one. She clamps a hand over her mouth as she almost barfs. These are human skeletons, and they are mostly clean of any flesh or muscle. The two different sets of bones she can only guess based on how much the height would be, but it looks like they have found the farmer and his son.

Rachel then flinches as something lands on her shoulder while more cackling laughter is heard. She looks over and turns her head to see her shoulder covered in a thick white slimy residue. She grits her teeth and flicks most of it off as quietly as possible. Richard looks up to where that drop came from and sees more of it dripping through the floorboards. He doesn't dare touch or taste it to find out what it is like poison, so they head up the basement stairs.

As the two reach the door, Rachel slowly props it open, and they stare into what could be known as the kitchen or what is formally a human one. Meat and skin hung from hooks and knives from the walls and ceiling as a little three-foot monster is at the kitchen table, slicing off a piece of bloody meat with his crooked dagger. The two can see that what he was cutting up isn't precisely farm animals of any kind. It was a human arm sitting on the table, and it looks fresh if the blood is dripping down the goblin's chin and table were any indication. Rachel takes a quick look around to spot no other of the pesky monsters nearby, so she opens the door and takes out her knife. The goblin standing at the table was so much into his meal; he didn't notice Rachel raising the knife above her head and stabbing it into the monster. She clamps a hand over his gross and bumpy mouth as he screams his last before Rachel rolls his body down the basement stairs.

Richard steps out behind Rachel and follows closely behind. He can tell that if the place were a typical home, they would be able to move around much better than this. But there are so many discarded pieces of meat and scraps of wood and metal that it is almost easy to trip over and make a ruckus. Rachel then comes to a stop around a corner and pulls her head back while Richard also leans over to see what shocked her. He gasps quietly and sees that a woman is set up on a four-pillar wooden structure with bad strings of rope holding up to the ceiling and her remaining limbs to the posts around her. And Richard notices the residual limbs as she has lost an arm and a leg. The stump of where her arm used to be bleeding heavily from being chopped off when he spots the clever on the ground nearby. Some loud grunts came from the goblins on her naked and cum covered body's ass and head as both of the goblins fucking her were being propped up on pieces of wood or rocks as they invade the woman's loose mouth and pussy. A waterfall of cum escapes her each time as they plow in, telling the two that this has been going on for a while now. One of the goblins strokes himself off to the side as he gets ready for his turn on the bulging cum filled stomach and womb of a breeding sow before he feels cold metal hit through his chin. He slowly reaches up and touches the tip of the blade to see it covered in blood before it was pulled out and is then shoved forward onto the ground dead. The two fucking the woman hardly noticed Rachel and Richard step up behind them as they jizz inside her, and the woman gives a meek happy moan while she drinks and swallows each load. The woman is in so much broken pleasure, she hardly takes notice of Richard and Rachel stabbing and killing the two goblins on her and throwing them off to the side.

Rachel was about to set the woman free before Richard grabs her hand and points upstairs, where some squabbling and grunts and groans are emanating from. Rachel frowns and follows his movement as they head up the steps and which are caked in blood and bones of animals. Richard peeks his head over the top and spots two more of the green monsters at one of the doorways and leads Rachel close to it. The hallway is smashed to bits with pieces of furniture laid down everywhere in broken bits. But what the two didn't see as they grab the two at the door and pull them away to knife them silently, was Sally moaning whorishly as a bigger goblin, who is wearing a flat metal cap on his head, fucks her ass and naked body as he pushes her head into a bucket of off-white cum. And with how messy the ground and bucket is on the sides, along with the many bite marks, welts, and cum stains on her body, she has suffered the same fate as her mother. Her eyes were having a distant look in them as she knows she can only take the pain and punishment dealt with her while Richard and Rachel now notice the stumpy arm where they supposedly cut it off and left her without a limb. The goblin pulls the girl's head back up and makes her drip cum down her neck as a metal ring is through her nose, giving her the proper look of a breeding sow. It even completed the image where she had a large stomach of jizz and even a lump being pressed against her skin with each thrust into her. The goblin cackles and pushes Sally's head back into the bucket, drowning her in steaming hot cum as two more goblins stand beside her head and bucket to fire off streams of jizz onto her form and into the collected pool.

Richard looked to Rachel for confirmation and got a nod. Richard took his rifle off his shoulder and pointed at the goblin's head just a few feet away and pulled the trigger. The bang echo throughout the house, and the goblin head goes flying into the ground with a crash from the recoil and impact. Rachel lets her bullets fly into the other one, who now notices the two before dropping dead as the barrage hits his head and chest. The larger goblin now growls as he gets up and holds up a broad rusty ax before grunting as another bang rings out, and he questioningly looks down to the bleeding hole in his chest. Then jerking his head back and falls over as his head now bleeds from another hole in the middle of his head. His cock springs out of Sally and spurts out its final bits onto the girl's ass while the rest leaks out of her cum filled womb. This leaves the girl distantly licking and lapping up the thick jizz in the bucket as if it is the only thing she can do now, even wrapping her single good arm with it to hold the sloshing mess steady to feed the unborn goblin inside of her in a corrupted messy fashion.

After that and hearing nothing else, Rachel turns off the silence function of her radio and starts transmitting, asking for backup, and told them it was a nightmare over here and to bring the shotguns and smgs. Richard, however, could only watch in pity for the girl as she kept licking and eating the slop. It seems she has been broken beyond repair to the point where she only knows this life. So Rachel grabs his arm and leads him downstairs where they find the woman still moaning up a storm and swinging herself around, the rope creaks while her belly sloshes around and they hear the audible gurgle and jizz inside of her.

Soon the two hears the sound of vehicle motors driving toward them, and they look through whatever remains of the window to see their calvary has arrived. Rachel sighs and kicks the mess of a barricade down, and the wood goes down into pieces. It seems the monsters hardly had the foresight to make it more durable than what the door could have, which they can count as a good thing.

Richard stuck around to give testimony with Rachel of what they found, and then one of the officers came up from the basement, thinking to check it. He puked outside before telling them what he had seen. The sheriff was so horrified by all of this, that he considered burning this house of horror to the ground when one of the deputies ran out. He told him more of these things were coming from the woods with what looked like dead animals.

Everyone all turns toward the woods as they see glinting metal and some lousy torches of fire moving towards the farmhouse. The parade of fire and metal with a sight of also a dead buck stops in their way before yelling, and squabbling sounded out when the torches were dropped and the glints of metal moves toward the group. Richard heard someone say, 'Shoot the bastards!' but it was then covered up by hails of gunfire. Richard himself joined in, after a while of clearing out the ringing in his ears, with the only rifle acting as the unofficial sniper. The hoards of goblins kept charging in a suicide run to kill their new prey. But as many of them appear, they also fall. One of the deputies grunt and then another as an arrow sticks out of their shoulders or chest. However, as more and more goblins fell, the gunfire didn't let up. Everyone kept firing until the guns kept clicking empty, and nothing was left for anyone. The goblins were all dead, the ammo was spent, and now the aftermath is all that is left to be dealt with.

"Richard…go home. Get some rest and…check up on Yang for me," Rachel requests, now showing the shaken side of her other than the battle-hardened steeled soldier he saw in the house. Richard gives a slow curt nod before holstering his rifle and heading to his car. He passes by the sheriff, who is now being told about the only two survivors inside the farmhouse from a white as a sheet deputy who couldn't stop shaking in fear while the two who were hit by arrows are quickly placed into a car and rushed off towards the clinic. As they considered the house this bad, what would their weapons be like?