HSA-43: Soverom, A Board Game

The house stood on the top of a hill in what seemed like a corner of the world. The long drive had lulled Ken into a stupor. His wife, Cindy, slept most of the way, waking up only to announce some bodily requirement which necessitated a stop. The woody countryside of Washington rolled by silently as they drove. Occasionally, the mist would thin enough for the windshield wipers to create a dry squelch as they dragged across their set path. The noise would cause Cindy to mutter in her sleep. Ken did not mind the solitude of the drive, but his legs ached with sudden stiffness as he stepped out of the car.

The house looked as unappealing in reality as it had in the pictures. Cindy found their vacation spot by looking for bed and breakfast choices in the rural Pacific Northwest. When they discussed getting away from the city for a while, Ken pictured a small resort community where he could spend a decent amount of time at a cozy bar. Instead, they had ventured into true obscurity. The grounds around the dark structure reminded him of something from a Dr. Seuss book. Strangely cut hedges and various topiary animals, mostly horses. If the rain subsided, the garden would probably be a beautiful spot to enjoy a picnic, but Ken doubted the constant drizzle would relent. His dour expression and lethargic mood did nothing to dissuade his wife. Cindy hopped out of the car with a broad grin on her face and ran over to one of the topiaries to inspect it, calling out for Ken to join her. Instead, he retrieved their bags from the trunk of the car and headed over to the front door.

As he walked down the small cobblestone pathway, another car appeared over the side of the hill. Ken dropped the bags under the protection of the front door’s awning and went out to meet the newcomer. The dilapidated old Buick creaked to a halt, and the door swung open with a groan. A small woman with gray hair and thick glasses plodded along the pathway towards Ken, holding a massive ring of keys in her outstretched hand. Cindy ran over to meet her. “Miss Haverty?”

“Oh, yes, you must be Cindy,” the woman rasped back. “And Ken. We’re happy to have you staying for the week. Are the Mitchells with you?”

Ken stepped out of her way as she plodded on towards the door. “Um, no, they’re about thirty minutes behind us. Late start this morning, I heard.”

“I have an extra key for them,” Miss Haverty continued, either ignoring or not hearing Ken’s reply. She slid one of the large iron keys into the door and turned, opening the house with a loud click. “Come inside, come inside.” The young couple followed her into the house as she scurried out of sight. Ken’s sense of dread did not lessen as he entered his home for the next week. A stale, musty smell greeted him as he surveyed a large collection of uncomfortable looking furniture. Another click and the lights came on, the buzz in the walls making Ken sure the house had not been rewired since electricity’s invention. “Oh, don’t look so glum, this is only the entryway. Some sections of the house are kept in their original state, but don’t worry.” She led them into the kitchen. Though much of the cabinets and surfaces remained true to the house’s aesthetic, gleaming silver appliances hummed with modern energy. Miss Haverty went to the refrigerator, “We’ve stocked it for the week with our normal supply and the special requests you made. For anything else, you’ll need to go into town. There’s a small grocery store about twenty minutes down the road for your essentials, but the only major supermarket is an hour away. I’ll be in to check on you midway through the week, and I can bring anything you need if you let me know. The fees for that are all in the brochure. Come along, this way.”

She led them through a slightly more modern sitting room and then upstairs. The bedrooms looked comfortably furnished, like preserved hotel rooms plucked from the early nineties. Ken did not expect to notice the lack of entertainment as much, but in every room he found himself glancing around for a television. The showers looked too short, the stairs creaked, and the whole house smelled slightly wet. Ken finally found an appealing room in the library. It looked like something out of a fantasy novel, the walls entirely line with shelves and leftover books stacked all around the room. Miss Haverty explained all about the history of the house and its original owners as she gave them the tour. Ken did not listen to much, but Cindy remained enthralled by every syllable. The house had been built by a wealthy industrialist, Harold Ogden, who moved west for the better air. Ogden and his wife lived in the home sporadically, spending most of their time traveling around the world. “It’s why none of the furnishings have any one distinct style,” Haverty said, “as they traveled from India to China to Russia, Ogden would purchase a sofa or a vanity and have it shipped here.”

“Are you his descendant?” Cindy asked.

“No. The Ogdens disappeared. Originally, people thought they went to Egypt, but they never arrived on the ship. One of the sections in the library has a whole set of books about their disappearance. Lots of rumors and theories. The official word being that the Ogdens did leave for their trip, but were robbed and murdered on the boat before being tossed over board. Plenty of servants knew of the Ogden’s odd tastes.”

Ken’s interest finally piqued, “Odd tastes?”

“Well, don’t let it put a damper on your week. Some folk come here specifically because of it, I’ll admit. I don’t like to play it up though.” She led them back down to the foyer. “Harold grew obsessed with the occult. It wasn’t uncommon at the time. Lots of intellectuals around the world were suddenly fascinated by the idea of specters and demons. The Ogdens were particularly notorious though for their…uh, sexual tastes. The house was kept by the family for years before they sold off the whole of the estate. We purchased it at auction fifty years ago and turned it into what it is now. When we started cleaning it, we found a very large collection of material dealing with witch’s sabbaths, occult orgies, and all sort of strange things. We knew Harold’s history so it wasn’t too surprising, but nonetheless. All of it was cleaned away to make the house a little more family friendly, but some of the paintings were beautiful despite their content. Everything that could be preserved, we moved off site, but we left a few pieces in the attic. You’re free to go up there and look around if you like, the door at the end of the upstairs hall will lead you straight to it.”

The strange little woman said it all so matter-of-factly that it unnerved Ken all the more. Clearly, the speech had been given many times to many different patrons, a last dash of local folklore to make up for the shabby interior. Still, Miss Haverty set the tone exceptionally well. “Anything else we need to know?”

Haverty handed them a set of four keys, “Two of them are for the Mitchells. The hot water can go about thirty minutes before you’re out, takes another thirty minutes to charge after that. Space out your showers. Washer and dryer in the basement. Your cell phones may not work too well up here so use the land line in the kitchen if you have an emergency. There’s a list of numbers beside it, mine included. Air conditioning units are separate for upstairs and downstairs. Shouldn’t need either, but if you do, don’t run them below 65, or they’ll freeze up.” She continued on and on, listing functional quirks of the house and how to deal with them, but Ken’s mind wandered off again. He’d seen the door to the attic during their tour, and he eagerly wanted to go exploring.

Several hours later, after a heavy meal and several more beers, the two couples settled into the more comfortable sitting room. During dinner, the conversation turned to discussion of work and mutual acquaintances. Cindy told several horror stories from her job as a nurse and Rob told about his most obnoxious client, a fifty two year old man who defined mid life crisis. By the time they adjourned to the living room, the house felt much more cozy, and the men’s concerns about boredom or isolation had diminished.

While it had been somewhat forgotten during dinner, the strange board game waited for them on a coffee table between two overstuffed couches. Ken and Cindy snuggled together on one while Sarah left Rob to pull apart the strange game. The game had two doors that covered a thicker piece of wood that made up the board. On the backside of one door were several compartments containing tiny figures they took to be player pieces and a single die. On the back of the other door were instructions, “Choose a game piece. Men take red pieces and women take blue. Place them on one of the four starting points. Roll the die to progress through the board while obeying the whispers of the fire. The first to reach the finish line wins.”

“Whispers of the fire? I guess there’s something in that center bit?” Cindy gesturing towards a small glass covered hole in the center of the board. “Maybe like a magic eight ball or something?” Sarah pressed gently against the glass, but nothing happened. She tried shaking the box and gasped as bright red lettering appeared behind the glass.

“Place the pieces on the starting points,” it read.

“Magnets,” Ken announced, as if that explained everything. “Go on then, let’s see what it does. I’ll be this little fox looking guy. Maybe it’s a wolf.”

The others chose their pieces. Rob took the figurine shaped like a bull. Cindy and Sarah argued for a moment before deciding that Sarah would be the cat and Cindy would be the rabbit. They lined up their pieces, had a brief argument on who would go first, and then decided Cindy would since she found the game. She took the die in hand and rolled it across the board landing on a six. As she reached to move her piece, the small figure began to slide forward. As the piece reached the sixth tile new letters appeared on the glass section. “Aren’t kisses just the best, with each smooch get bigger breasts.”

“Well, that’s a weird thing to say,” Cindy said. “Maybe it’s just a bawdy game. I was expecting more of a kiss player three kind of thing. Like spin the bottle.”

Sarah smiled, “Then we’ll just have to add our own rules. Here, roll the die again. You’re one, Ken is two, I’m three, and Rob is four. If it lands on one of us, you kiss that person. If it lands on one you get a pass, if it lands on five or six you have to drink for that many seconds.”

“Deal,” Cindy said quickly and dropped the die again. “Four.” She gave Ken a glance and crawled across the coffee table to lean into Rob. She wiggled her butt at her husband as she planted a long, wet kiss on Rob’s lips. Ken watched the two of them carefully, suddenly very uncomfortable with the game. Cindy pulled away and shoved the die into Ken’s hand. “Your turn, honey.”

Reluctantly, he tossed the die onto the board. His figure moved forward four spaces and new lettering appeared. “Suddenly no one is caring, wives are meant for sharing.”

“That’s a little kinkier,” Sarah said. “Nothing about kissing or touching though. I guess just drink four.”

Ken barely heard her instructions. Watching his wife kiss his friend had created a sick feeling in his stomach, but the second he read the new text on the board, that feeling vanished. Instead, he felt proud that his wife had kissed Rob. From the look on Rob’s face, the other man struggled with a similar thought. Cindy didn’t notice the exchange of knowing glances because her bra felt unusually snug. Noticing Sarah staring at him, Ken brought his beer up and drank while she counted to four.

Next, Sarah picked up the die and tossed it across the board. Her small bunny figure moved forward one space while she frowned at her luck. A new message appeared on the screen, “A lady is not defined by clothes, prove it by removing those.” Without a word, Sarah started to take off her top. Ken and Rob watched with lurid fascination as her blouse was tossed aside and she started to remove her bra.

“Sarah! What the hell are you doing?” Cindy grabbed her friend’s wrist to stop her. Sarah struggled against her while Rob grabbed the die and took his turn. Another six. As the small figure started to move, Cindy reached over to stop it. Free from her friend’s grip, Sarah unclasped her bra and let her breasts fall into view. Ken let out a small gasp. “I can’t stop it. Guys something is weird with this game. We shouldn’t —”

New words appeared for Rob’s turn, “Two men tied for the lead, time to double your seed.”

Both Ken and Rob wriggled uncomfortably in the seats. Ken could feel his balls, and they felt tight. He already had an erection from watching Sarah take off her top, but the sudden heaviness in his balls was something he’d never felt before. He started to comment on it, but Rob said something first, “Jesus, feels like I could cum buckets for some reason. I think Cindy’s right, something weird is going on. Unless I’m crazy, I should be freaking out that my wife is stripping down in front of our friends.” Sarah shrugged as she pulled her jeans off and quickly slipped out of the thong underneath. Ken’s cock ached to look at her and when he turned his attention to Cindy, he noticed something else.

“Wait, Cindy are your tits bigger?” She crossed her arms over her chest as if to deny him the chance to tell. Instead, he leaned over and kissed her. Despite her objections, she reciprocated, pushing her tongue against his. As Ken pulled away, he watched his wife’s shirt swell forward. “Holy shit, they’re actually growing.”

Cindy grunted in pain as her growing breasts pushed against her bra. “Fuck, help get this off before it cuts off my circulation or something.” Ken pulled her shirt off, pleased that Rob watched. He’d known his wife for year. She’d been a B cup at best, but now her breasts spilled over the bra padding. He barely managed to undo the clasp against the strain, but the moment he did Cindy sighed with relief as heavy, teardrop shaped breasts fell into view. Her hands moved up to her new assets and hefted them in her hands. “My god. What is happening?”

“I think you look hot,” Sarah said. “Here, it’s your turn.”

Cindy took the die and looked to Ken for guidance. He nodded towards the board. With hesitation, Cindy dropped the die. The small character moved forward three spaces. “Fucking is a great habit, especially for rabbits.”

Everyone looked around, not knowing what new devilry the game meant by that until Cindy yelped with pain. She frantically started pulling off her pants. Ken helped her, awkwardly leaning forward while trying not to put any pressure on his aching crotch. She pulled down her pants and underwear to show off a completely bare pussy for a moment before turning around and showing the others a white tuft of hair a the top of her ass, which itself looked larger than Ken remembered. After a moment, it wiggled. As she turned back around, two long ears suddenly rose from the top of her head.

Rob spoke first, “Are we sure this beer doesn’t have LSD or something in it?”

“Aw, you look so cute with your little bunny tail,” Sarah cooed.

Cindy didn’t respond. Her hands tentatively touched her new ears as she knelt down beside her husband. Ken’s brain struggled to process all that was happening. Both women were now completely naked. His wife had engorged breasts, a tail, and actual bunny ears. His balls felt like they were about to explode, and it was his turn. He took the die in hand and tossed it onto the board. Five. The piece moved forward and new words appeared, “The first taste is always free, lick player three’s pussy.”

Ken immediately fell to the ground and pulled apart Sarah’s legs. She sighed as her friend’s tongue slowly licked along her pussy lips. Their spouses watched as Ken slowly pleasured her. Her thighs pressed against his head as he lapped at her sex eagerly. Her juices tasted divine and different, different than his wife’s. After a few minutes, Sarah clenched her thighs around his head as her body shook with pleasure. Only then, did Ken feel he could stop. He pulled away from her, leaving a trail of kisses along her inner thighs. His face wet with her friend’s pussy, he turned to his wife and kissed her, giving her tits a playful squeeze as they started to swell again. Sarah took her turn and rolled a four. “Time to return the favor, don’t be too quick, but suck player two’s dick.”

Before he knew what was happening, Sarah pulled down his pants. His aching cock sprang free while he continued to toy with his wife’s breasts. With one long slurp, Sarah shoved his entire cock into his mouth. Ken looked to Rob, expecting his friend to attack him, but instead Rob watched with lurid fascination. After a moment, he picked up the die and took his turn. “Time to join the fun, go ahead and fuck player one.”

Cindy squealed with delight and turned around to present her ass to Rob. Her pussy was glistening from watching her husband and friend play with each other. Rob stood up behind her for a moment to strip, his own engorged cock springing into view, causing his wife to double her efforts. The thought of her husband fucking Cindy excited Sarah even more, and the hand that wasn’t playing with Ken’s fat balls slipped down to play with her own pussy. Beside them, Cindy groaned as Rob pushed into her from behind. After so many years of feeling only her husband’s cock inside of her, it was new and exciting to feel Rob spreading her apart and pushing into her depths. She rocked back against him, and Rob kneaded her ass in response. After a few moments of sliding in and out of her, her swollen tits wobbling underneath her, his hand moved to her new tail and gave it a playful tugged, eliciting a deep moan from her.

Sarah wasn’t jealous that her friend was fucking her husband, but she was jealous of Cindy getting to enjoy a cock in her pussy. She let Ken’s cock slip out of her mouth and repositioned him so that she could straddle him. Slowly, she lowered herself down onto his cock. Ken groaned as her tight pussy enveloped him in a searingly delicious warmth. She sank onto his full length before rising up again slowly, her pussy lips gripping his cock rather than letting it slip free. She dropped down again and started to ride him in earnest, “Cindy…it’s your turn.”

While Rob continued to fuck her, giving her ass playful slaps on every other stroke, Cindy grabbed the die and tossed it arbitrarily towards the board. Again, the piece moved and the words changed, “Throw away the girdles, your husband is ten times as fertile.”

“What?! Oh, no…no no,” Sarah whined, but she didn’t attempt to stop. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You’re going to cum inside me, and I’m going to get pregnant. Oh god.” She actually sped up as she spoke, grinding her pussy against his cock with clear determination. Her arms wrapped around Ken’s neck as he looked at his own wife. Cindy was deep in concentration on her own pleasure, reaching between her legs to massage Rob’s swollen balls. Her bunny ears flopped up and down as he pounded into her. Rob grunted and pushed himself all the way into Ken’s wife. Ken couldn’t hold back any more either. Sarah screamed with pleasure as the cock inside of her started shooting hyper virile cum into her depths. Ken’s mind burned with pleasure as he came and came and came. He felt the swollen pressure in his balls start to lessen as more and more cum gushed from his cock into Sarah’s eager pussy. He’d never cum this much in his life and it started to leak out from around his cock while Sarah twitched on top of him. Beside them, Rob was having the same issue. His cock pulled out of Cindy and flopped on her ass, spraying rope after rope over her round butt and bunny tail. Cindy squeezed her new tits and wagged her ass back at him, enjoying the feeling of his hot spunk splattering all over her.

They all collapsed in mild exhausted pleasure. After a moment, Rob spoke, “Whose turn is it?”

Report of HSA Agent Hans Liebovitz
Case #43
Soverom, A Board Game
April 24th, 2018

We recovered HSA-43 from a property owned by Estelle Haverty, acquired as part of the estate sale of Harold Ogden. The item appears to be a specially crafted board game titled, ‘Soverom’. Research puts the name in relation to Nordic language, but dead ends soon after. Game board and pieces are intricately designed and comprised mostly of wood. The item matches a description found in REDACTED. While REDACTED postulated the board to be fully hollow due to the clear physical space and sound, testing has shown it to contain no empty space. The glass at the center of the board is another complexity as we can see no discernible source for the lettering which appears. The letters correspond to the native language of the game’s players, and no phrase has been repeated word for word.

Miss Haverty contacted us directly as she has been a long time devotee of Harold Ogden and a valuable source of information for our organization. She discovered four subjects, her tenants for the week, in a state of intense physical change. The subjects’ physical changes are noted in the file photos. After interviewing the four subjects, they all report developing the physical anomalies from playing the game. At the conclusion of the game, the more extreme physical changes reverted, but the majority of the changes remain. As a result, the two males are under medical instruction to ejaculate at least once an hour. One female is scheduled for emergency cosmetic reduction surgery. The other, pregnant female has changes too extreme to return to be allowed back into society. We recommend a full evaluation of her case and a close monitoring of her pregnancy. While she displays the physical properties of the second trimester, she was not pregnant upon arrival at the house. Though the pregnancy originated from copulation with another subject, we are concerned by the supernatural progression.

While this game was noted in REDACTED, Harold Ogden acquired it long before its entry, likely some time in the mid to late 1800s. Harold Ogden’s file can provide further information on his character. Several of his artifacts have been acquired by the HSA, but somehow the existence of this house, its contents, and Estelle Haverty entirely eluded our organization. The subjects recovered during this incident reported a room on the third floor of the house from which they removed HSA-43. Our investigation, alongside Miss Haverty, found no such room. The door which the subject referenced leads to an attic space which contained several items of no supernatural note. No room matching the description given could be found on the property. Miss Haverty remains cooperative. We will continue investigating the property, and she has agreed to close its rental.

Harold Ogden’s “disappearance” remains an open file. This case seems to confirm REDACTED’s theory of other relic caches existing.

HSA-43 does not possess a compelling agent until activated. It is currently being held by senior research staff. Three of the subjects will be housed at medical facility 4A until they recuperate. The pregnant female will be supervised at Site 3M. Once study of the item has completed, the committee recommends attempted destruction. If unsuccessful, the item should be housed with the current Ogden collection.