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His zombie hands gripped her head at the ears, pulling it to him as he shoved his member deep into Nancy's throat. Saliva spilled and frothed from her mouth around the undead's rock hard cock.
Oh no! A zombie virus outbreak has swept across the land! Ordinary people are being turned into mindless, hedonistic hordes (or should I say orgies?) of horny humans! Except, these sexy undead don't desire brains. They lust for bodies, boners, boobs and baby bumps! If unstopped, the horde will suck, fuck, lick and CREAM their way to a world-wide fuck-fest! Fuckpocalypse!
Can Jill and her forbidden man of the house survive long enough to figure out what's happening to all their friends? Or will they give in to their darkest desires and fuck until they truly drop?
With the world gone crazy for carnal pleasures, Jill's protector has to come up with a plan to re-populate the world--fast--even if it means creaming into his tight, fertile angel...
"Fuck for your lives!"
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The lab was a sterile white from ceiling to floor, making it hard to distinguish between them. This was Venus Corporate Facility. The specialty fertilization corporation that led the world in new IVF technology and “arousal enhancement”. This was a new field of medicine created by the Venus Corporation.
While men were able to purchase medications to become and stay erect, or, for women, the ability to produce vaginal lubricant, using their own body, no one, as of yet, had found a safe, reliable way to enhance sexual attraction. To tap the libido and control it through synthetic means. A breakthrough in this field would be worth billions upon billions of dollars to the corporation who was able to crack this biochemical puzzle. Venus Corporation was pouring tens of millions of dollars into research to do just that, and they were getting close.
The laboratory was labeled “BSL2A”. Moderately harmful agents. High rate of contagion, low to no mortality rate. This was an overstatement. The only contagious agents they would be experimenting with had a zero mortality rate, and only mild symptomatology. If exposed to them, the worse that would happen was a very itchy rash. The researchers wore no protective gear, but had been given a wide spectrum vaccine to ensure they suffered from no symptoms, if infected. Other than that, this could be a high school chem lab.
Dr. Rudy Glenn, PhD with dual Masters in molecular biology and advanced genetics ran the small team of geneticists and molecular engineers whose sole focus was to find a formulation that worked in 99% or more of the population.
They had.
After almost two years of work they had created a gene strand that directly affected the production of endocrines in the hypophysis, the pituitary gland. This new strand was created using man made synthetic molecules and protein strands from, of all things, a rabbit, “oryctolagus cuniculus”.
The team spliced proteins from this animal onto a string of synthetic molecules. This new gene strand, labeled AE16, acted directly on the hypothalamus, the control mechanism for the pituitary gland. This was the limbic system. It would pass through the hypothalamus, triggering the excited production of hormones that would cause the pituitary to produce streams of testosterone and estrogen. But this, alone, would not be enough.
Once in the pituitary gland, AE16 would penetrate the cell walls of testosterone or estrogen and destroy the genetic material inside, replacing it with itself. The cell would then replicate rapidly until they were seen by the body as testosterone or estrogen. The attached proteins were designed to excite the cerebral cortex, where it would cause it to flip on dormant reproduction genes. The AE16 was given a timed “kill switch” of four hours. After that, the bodies limbic system would return to normal.
These genes were primal, of no use in modern time. They gave the brain, through the cerebral cortex, an imperative: reproduce. This was necessary 300,000 years ago for the human race to survive. Then, it could only survive the disease and predation through numbers.
Dr. Glenn's approach was a radical as it was genius. He was talking about altering the genetic material of a live human host, as well as reactivating dormant genes that were dormant for a reason.
These questions had come up during a meeting of the board last month. Dr. Glenn pulled out mountains of papers, as well as a lengthy power point presentation, showing results from primate testing, thousands of computer models and simulations and the “kill switch” mechanism. He informed the board it would work just as intended on 99.43% of the population. The other 0.57% would not possess the dormant genes and, therefore, would have what could be considered a “natural immunity.”
Dr. Glenn continued with a time chart. Once he found a reliable transfer medium, they could go into mass production in 90 days. The board needed to hear no more. They had already been presented a financial model outlining sales and profits from this miracle drug and it had exceeded all their expectations. Once in production, each member of the board would receive a figure bonus. In their minds, the money was already spent.
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Back in the lab, a series of primate experiments were scheduled. They had found a reliable transfer medium. Acute viral rhinopharyngiti. The common cold.
The team had found it could easily strip this virus of its negative symptoms, such as runny nose, congestion, fever and every other symptom that caused the human body discomfort. All that would be left was its incubation period and its rate of contagion. AE16 would be spliced onto this viral strand, along with some synthetic molecules, completely inert, whose only function would be to attach themselves to the targeted cells. This was the final design, and if the primate tests delivered the expected results, would be the production template.
Although Venus Corporation would own all rights to this template, Dr. Glenn would become a very rich man. His contract included a 27 million dollar bonus should he succeed. He had.
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In an nondescript, inner city classroom, David Elliot attempted to teach basic biology to a class of 32 students who didn't give a fuck.
“Alright,” he asked for the umpteenth time. “What are the three major components of any cell?”
He looked out at the doe eyes of his students.
“Why am I even trying?” he thought. “Come on, just one then.” Not a single hand was raised or a mouth opened.
“Ok, last time,” he told his class in a defeated voice. “One, the cell wall, the membrane. This covers the cellular material, but allows material to be absorbed through osmosis. Two, the cytoplasm. This is the semi fluid material that holds proteins, and other material of the cell. Three, the nucleus. This holds the genetic material of the cell and causes mitosis, cell division. Did anyone read the book, or even write this down?” he ended, exasperated.
The only sound in the classroom was the whispers and giggles between students. He looked at the clock on the wall.
“Go, all of you, go. I'm letting you out of class seven minutes early, but before you go, remember this. 30 percent of your grade will be based on the cell and its components, and midterms are coming up fast.”
This brought a small smile to his face and many frowns to his students.
David was a teacher, and the single parent for an intelligent teen girl. His daughter could have rattled this off in her sleep, he thought. They lived in an efficient, two bedroom apartment just blocks from the school. When they had moved in, his daughter took over all decorating. She made it home.
It was a safe building, as safe as it could be, given the city. A police station was almost directly across from their home, and the monstrous Venus Corporate building, with all its security personnel, was only three blocks behind them.
David packed up his books in a frayed, khaki book bag and started for the door.
He unlocked his car, slipped into the driver's seat and turned over the engine. Led Zeppelin's “heartbreaker” exploded from the car's speakers, filling the camp. He closed his eyes for a moment and just listened.
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Jillian Elliot unlocked the door to
the apartment she shared with her father. He wasn't home yet but that was no surprise.
As she waited for her father to come home, she opened her laptop and began a Skype session with her BFF, Rose. Soon, laughter filled the kitchen, from both Jillian's mouth and her laptop's speakers.
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At his lab in the Venus Corporate building, Dr. Glenn prepared for his final experiment before advising the board he had a viable production template. His previous primate experiment had produced the expected results. The chimpanzees couldn't keep their hands off each other. They copulated wildly, the females just as aggressive as the males. The males ejaculated repeatedly, as they continued to copulate, never stopping for a moment.
After the four hour mark they disengaged from each other and sat exhausted in their cages. Food and water were provided, which they consumed rapidly.
Dr. Glenn's test protocols demanded an eight hour window between experiments, specifically on primates.
He prepared their final injections.
This test would be a “maximum absorption” test. He was conducting this test outside his normal schedule, mostly for his own curiosity.
Now that the AE16 had been bonded to a modified cold virus he had relabeled it “AE16AVR1”. At this point it remained a multi mode contagion. This meant someone could become infected by the touch of an infected person, by absorption through the skin and through inhalation, as it remained an airborne virus. It was this that was to be injected into the primates.
The dosage would be huge.
A large batch of the AE16AVR1 had been cultivated. The volume cultivated exceeded all the batches of AE16 combined, by many times.
The doctor was unconcerned about having such a large amount of a highly contagious virus in his lab. It was, after all, nonlethal, and besides that, the air handlers in the lab were designed to destroy every micron of the virus that passed through its many filters and UV chambers.
What happened next was, literally, a one in six million chance event.
A glass container, filled with two liters of AE16AVR1 in its purest form, sat steady on a work table near the primate cages. The container had been sealed with a simple pull off plastic lid until it was needed. As this was an unscheduled experiment, the members of the lab could stay or leave. It was their choice.
The door that exited from the lab opened directly into Dr. Glenn's office. It had no air lock. The doctor saw no need for such extreme containment measures and the board was happy to save the cost.
The doctor's office was one of many in this wing of the building. All other labs were simple chemical research labs with no contagious materials. The door to Dr. Glenn's office opened onto the wide hallway that served the entire wing.
The doctor himself had given his lab its “BSL2A” designation simply to pacify the FDA. It had never been inspected and the board had never questioned him about this. The only protection he had put in place, in the event of an accidental release, was the ventilation system. Right now this was useless.
The filters and UV components were on a maintenance schedule. The boxes holding the filters were to be replaced regularly, as were the UV bulbs. A technician had once asked Dr. Glenn if they were at risk of contracting a fatal disease.
He laughed at him, stating. “You've got more of a chance of dying from the flu than anything I use.”
The protocol for maintaining the ventilation was a simple one: never remove both systems at the same time. None of the technicians who maintained the units followed it. It was just so much easier to remove both at once.
This was exactly what they had done.
The fans that ventilated the lab were designed to pull out 120 cubic feet of air per minute. It took less than ten minutes to completely exchange the air in the lab, dumping the exhaust air from the lab directly into the outdoor air.
The fans ran independently of the air cleaners. Once on, they stayed on, until a tech turned them off for systems maintenance.
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It was 4:04 PM when the glass container filled with the AE16AVR1 contagion shattered on the floor. Dr. Glenn looked down at the pool of liquid, dumbfounded. The sleeve of his lab coat had caught the lip of the container's lid. This was the result.
At 3:47 PM earlier that day two technicians had removed both the filter box and the UV module for maintenance. It took roughly an hour to complete maintenance and reinstall the units. They didn't shut off the ventilation fans.
At the rate of 120 cubic feet per minute the ventilation fans pulled the AE16AVR1, now fully airborne, from the lab into the outdoor air.
By the time the doctor had reported the accident, which took him almost seven minutes, as he tried to think his way out of this, to the time a technician manually shut down the fans, 23 minutes had passed. Enough time for the air in the lab to be exhausted to the outdoors twice.
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The board went into damage control mode. Dr. Glenn repeatedly told them there was no threat, that the virus was harmless.
He couldn't have been more wrong.
Once the virus came in contact with the environment, it suffered one of two fates: one, contaminants in the air and the radiation of the sun destroyed the genetic material the virus carried, turning it into a completely inert particle, harmless to all. Two, the virus rapidly mutated to survive in the atmosphere. It created resilient layers covering the AE16 it carried, protecting it from all environmental elements. It also caused the AE16 to replicate, ensuring its survival during the mutation period. Once complete, the mutated virus was more contagious, more virulent, much stronger and much more potent. This mutated virus looked little like the AE16AVR1 seen in the laboratory.
If Dr. Glenn could see this new version, it would have frightened him to the soul.
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David opened the unlocked door to his apartment.
“Jilly,” he called out. “What did I tell you about leaving the door unlocked? Jesus, Joseph and Mary.”
From inside the home, a girl's laugh rang out.
“Hi, daddy,” she said, wrapping her arms around her father's neck and kissing him on the cheek. Her father squeezed her softly, planting a kiss on the top of her head.
“Hi, honey,” he replied. “How was school?”
“You know, same shit, different day,” she laughed at him.
“Hey, watch that language young lady!” he told his daughter with a smile.
“We started studying the 'spanish flu pandemic',” she finally told him.
“An interesting subject,” he replied. “A simple flu outbreak in 1918 that killed over 50 million people worldwide in less than a year. Spread mostly by soldiers fighting in WW1,” he finished reciting.
“Why did it kill so many people, daddy?” Jillian asked, truly interested.
“Well,” her father began. “Most virologist put it down to a new strain of the flu virus. Since they had never been exposed to it before, they had no natural antibodies. Simply put, it burned out the immune system and, without it, their bodies couldn't fight the infection, so they died,” he ended.
“So our immune system doesn't work on new viruses?” she concluded.
“Pretty much. Look at Ebola,” David began. “It killed us not only because we had no natural defenses against it, but, when we did develop antibodies, the virus was able to mutate to get around them. That's why it has an almost 100 percent mortality rate. Every time we think we have a vaccine, it mutates into a new strain that is completely unaffected. It's horrible. We are completely helpless to a mutated virus,” he ended.
“OK, daddy. Enough,” Jilly giggled. “I'm losing my appetite.”
“Well, about appetite, It's Friday. Do you want to go out to dinner with the old man, or do you have plans?” he asked, hope dripping from his voice.
“No, daddy. I don't have plans,” she lied. “Where do you want to go?”
“That Italian place on Parkway at third,” he stated.
“I love that place, da
ddy,” his daughter beamed. “Vegetarian ravioli.”
“Veggie Rav it is. Just let me jump in the shower and change clothes.”
With this, he gave his daughter a peck on the cheek and walked toward the bathroom.
He couldn't see it, but Jillian was texting Rose, letting her know plans had changed. She went into her room, took off her school clothes and picked out a yellow sun dress.
Jillian looked in the mirror. The reflection that looked back at her was that of a beautiful girl, tall at five foot eight, with sparkling gold hair just touching her shoulders. Her body was in perfect proportion. Slender curves moved down her torso from her full C cup. A thin waist and rock hard belly, paid for with thousands of crunches, made way to her rounded hips, then to long, slender legs, perfectly muscled. Even standing at attention, feet touching, her inner thighs never met. Turning her body away, looking over her shoulder, she saw her tight ass. It was amazing in every way, from the small, rounded cheeks to its firm muscles, covered in unblemished skin.
Though it never registered to her, she was stunning.
Jillian slipped the dress over her head and let it fall to her knees. Perfect fit, she thought. She left her room and found her father waiting. Faded jeans and a medium blue T-shirt covered his body. He was strong and well built.
“Ready?” he asked his daughter.
“Ready,” she replied.
“You look beautiful, honey,” he told her with a smile.
“And you look handsome, daddy,” she returned his compliment.
Jillian loved her father with all her heart, and she knew he returned her love in spades. Her mother had simply abandoned them when she was just an infant. She was young and not ready to be a mother, her father had told her.
It had been the two of them ever since.
Together they left their apartment, locking the door behind them, and headed for the car.
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Their server sat them at a table for two, next to the restaurant's glass front. Placing two menus down, she asked them.
“Can I get you anything to drink?” the server asked with a trained smile.
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