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THE VIRUS. CHAPTER THREETHE VIRUSBy Amanda WrighterCHAPTER THREETOWNHOUSE ROW – GARLAND STREETRICHMOND VIRGINIA1: 10 PMDAY ONETiffany Phelps clicked the alarm button on her keychain and waited for the telltale chirp of her BMW convertible. After the annoying noise informed her that her car was secure, she dropped the keys into her purse and made her way the short distance up the steps to her townhouse and found the front door locked. Annoyed, she rapped on it several times.Her son, Franklin opened it a few moments later and let her in.“I told you I was right up the street, why didn’t you have it unlocked?” she prodded him as she began tossing her purse, briefcase, and assorted electronic items to the top of the table just inside the foyer.“Haven’t you seen the news?” he asked as he stepped behind her and immediately locked the front door again and then manually reset the security system via the digital pad mounted beside the door.“Yeah, that’s why I’m home early,” she replied. In truth she’d only seen a brief few minutes of news the whole morning. Everyone in the realty office where she worked seemed wired up over something happening up in Philadelphia, but she’d been doing her best to close a deal this morning and getting the paperwork done had been her soul focus for the past few hours. Or at least until her boss waltzed in and told her to go home until further notice. She thought she’d been fired for a few minutes till he explained there was a serious something-or-other happening along the East Coast and that the Governor or somebody had ordered everyone to go home.She was pissed over whatever it all was. She’d been nearly finished with her paperwork. All she had left to do was sign the buyers and collect the checks. CHING! More money for her!Tiffany never had been much of a looker really. For the most part, she was average looking at best. And with no college education, no husband, and a c***d out of wedlock, she’d ended up being receptionist in the same realty office she still worked for. There she’d sat for two years out of high school until she finally had saved up enough money for her breast implant surgery. From a B cup to a rack of double-DD’s in 24 hours time. Soon after that, she applied for and got her realtor’s license and her boss offered to let her move up in the firm so long as she let him get a good look at her new titties. She obliged, wanting to show them off anyway, and a week later she showed them off again and got her first sale.In the last eight years, she’d learned to use her titties to get what she wanted. Even women weren’t immune from their charms in most situations. She’d rub them on a client a time or two, and then she’d watch them babble until they were signing on the dotted line for her. At 28 now, she averaged a $90K income the previous year and this year was looking as good if not better. She had a nice car and a freaking sweet ass two story townhouse in the south side of Richmond. Life was good…at least until this particular morning.Franklin seemed really freaked out, which was odd for him because usually nothing perturbed him. Sadly, their relationship had always been one of complexity. She’d gotten pregnant with him at the ripe old age of fifteen. Her parents still had no clue who his father was and she had no intention of telling either.Jared was her second cousin and had been in town visiting for a big family reunion. He was s*******n and oh, so hot looking. Long black hair that he wore wild like a rock star and a body that was tight and muscled. But it was the bulge in his pants that enamored her the most. She became absolutely obsessed with it and being a horny little teenager, she was bold enough to ask him if it was real. It was. He laughed and took her by the hand and led her into a public bathroom stall at the park where the reunion was being held.“I’ll show you…but there’s a catch,” he told her with a gorgeous grin. “You gotta reach in and pull it out.”Giggling, she’d unzipped his pants and pulled out the biggest dick she’d ever seen in her teenage life. With her hand still on it, it began to inflate and before she knew what was going down, her cousin was pumping her pussy like a well-oiled machine, sans condom.That was the last time she’d ever see him too. The following year, he’d graduated and joined the Army and for all the reunions since then, he’d never returned. His parents always had some story about him being overseas or whatever. After a few years, she stopped going to the reunions herself.To this day though, she’d remained obsessed with Jared and his massive schlong. No man she’d been with since had measured up and provided the thrill Mr. Hottie had. For thirteen years she’d remained single. She imagined the only reason people didn’t assume she was gay was the fact that she had Franklin.And Franklin…just now thirteen years old but he had already tackled puberty, hitting two years earlier just after his eleventh birthday. The first note had been his voice. It started cracking one morning and she found it tremendously humorous. By the time he hit twelve though, she began noticing the bulge in his underwear was getting larger and by complete accident one morning, she walked in on him in room completely naked and saw for the first time that had sprouted pubic hair…but that wasn’t all. His penis dangled heavily and looked larger than it really was in opposition to his small, boyish frame. And that frame too, had begun to tighten and look more muscular of late, something that also made her think back to his father.She’d stared a bit too long that morning and he’d noticed. For weeks after that, he wouldn’t leave his room without being fully clothed. For some reason she found that this annoyed her.She also eventually convinced him not to get a haircut and thus began the long locks he now sported. It was difficult, from behind, to tell he was a boy, quite honestly. His black locks were nearly past his shoulders now and every day it seemed he looked a little more and a little more like Jared.He was her son and she knew she shouldn’t let herself think of him in a sexual manner, but she wanted him to grow up and be a hottie like his father had been. A guy all the girls wanted…a guy who could tease his own cousin into playing with his dick if he wanted to. She knew all too well how easy life had become since she’d gotten implants, so she could only imagine how well life would go for her son if he grew up to be a sexy man-b**st with a cock to die for. She only wanted what was best for him, right? But that meant other things, like giving him a leg up in the life race.After weeks of him dressing like a librarian, she’d finally decided to have “the talk” with him and explain the whole ins and outs of sex and the body. But somehow, to her, that didn’t seem to be the fullest that she could do. She knew more than the simple facts and she’d learned them the hard way…once from her hot cousin in a public bathroom…and so she wondered how her life would have been if she’d just had the knowledge she had now…back then? Why didn’t parents share that knowledge with their c***dren? Embarrassment? Stupidty? Something always kept them from giving you the most important information…and left you to suffer the consequences of learning it the hard way. Well she wasn’t going to be like that. Her son was special and would be someone important one day. And she was going to equip him with everything that she possibly could, even if it meant telling him and showing him things that other people might frown on.One year earlier…“Hey,” she said one afternoon, about two months after seeing him naked in his room. She was standing in the doorway to his room, leaning against the doorframe wearing nothing but an oversized man’s t-shirt, her big, fake ass titties bulging through the fabric.“You still freaked out over the sex talk?” she added when he didn’t say anything. “It’s just life, son. You’re getting to that age and I know you already like girls. So I figured I needed to go over all that. Sorry if it freaked you out. It’s better to know than not know.”“Well at least I don’t have to worry about getting pregnant at fifteen,” he added with a smirk as he sat up in bed and stared at her.“Ha, ha,” she faked her laugh. “No, but you CAN end up getting a fifteen year old pregnant you know! Now c’mon and get up if you want breakfast before I leave for work.”When he didn’t budge, she noticed and instead of walking off, remained leaning in the doorway with a slight smirk on her face.“Morning wood?” she asked trying to repress her amusement. She’d explained all that to him the night before…about how it would start getting hard and blah, blah, blah. It seemed ironic to her that this morning in particular might be the onset of that particular male problem.He pulled his blanket back and the center of his underwear was standing up like it had a tent pole under it. The height of it rather astounded her somewhat…but then she really half expected as much. She’d seen him limp and knew it would have to be even bigger hard. But still, this was the first time she’d witnessed him with an erection since hitting puberty and it was almost as embarrassing to her as it was to him.Despite the warmth of the townhouse, her nipples bloomed into hardness and she knew they were all too visible through the tight t-shirt she was wearing.“Well you’re gonna be dangerous in a few years,” she commented offhandedly and smiled.“What do you mean by that?” he asked, sitting up fully on the side of his bed, his boner still raging at the fabric of his briefs. He had on no shirt, so nothing was affecting a cover for the situation.“Remember I told you the bigger your penis is, the more women like it?”“I still don’t get it.”“I meant that you’ve got a big…well…ya’know…your penis there is pretty big already and it’s gonna get bigger before you hit 18…so…I was saying you should do pretty good with the ladies,” she tried to explain without stuttering too much. She wanted desperately to be the “cool mom”…the one that didn’t have a corncob up her ass. She wanted to be her son’s confidante…his friend. The two of them were inextricably linked for life, after all and she was far closer to him than anyone else in her life. Stuttering or acting embarrassed was not cool. And she was cool, dammit!“Well how big does it have to be to be big?” he asked, after standing up and facing her with his boner still barking at her.“Most grown men have about five to six inches in length…maybe this wide,” she added holding up one hand in a curled shape as if she were grasping an imaginary dick. “Anything bigger than that is usually considered…well…big, I guess.”“So you gonna eat breakfast like that?” she asked when he started walking towards her with it still pointing.“Well it usually goes down soon as I get up, but it’s not doing it this morning,” he replied. “What am I supposed to do about it?”For a second she wondered why today was different and then she realized maybe it was her, standing there in his doorway wearing nothing but a t-shirt with her titantic tits bulging through the fabric…her erect nipples no doubt pointing right at him. Surely I’m not turning him on, she thought to herself, but then she remembered pussy was pussy…and that she’d fucked her own cousin once and while she wasn’t a supermodel by no means, she did have one helluva rack of bodacious tots sticking out front. So maybe it was more or less her tits and not “his mother” that was causing him problems. For some reason, that struck her funny. In fact, it amused her to think he was suffering from a raging boner inflicted on him by her titties.She chuckled slightly and patted him on the head.“Remember me telling you about masturbation?”He nodded but looked confused.The boy had a big dick. He should know how to use it, she surmised as she looked down at him.“Have you ever done it?” she asked.He shook his head.A tiny voice in her head suddenly spoke up and demanded that she get another look at his penis. It been a while since she’d seen it…and then it was only limp. The voice had company…and all at once there was a screaming chorus in her head pushing her into perversion.“Pull your underwear down and get a hold on it,” she told him. He looked perplexed, but slowly pushed his briefs down until his dick popped out over the top of the elastic waistband. “Push’em down further,” she said, urging him lower them until she could see his balls too.When he stood upright, she could see his genitals fully and while not startling to her, she knew he was headed in the footsteps of his father without doubt.“Wrap you hand around it,” she instructed him and he placed his right into position, grasping the middle of his shaft with all four fingers and thumb. “Now move it back and forth.”Franklin began stroking it but did so with hesitation and hopelessly bad coordination.“All the way,” she added. “Pull the loose skin all the way down till goes over the head…yeah…now go all the way back to the base,” she continued, watching with awe as her son long-stroked himself.“Is it big, Momma?” he asked as he pumped.She intended to leave him to it, but her eyes were locked on his movements.“What?” she blurted.“Is it big? I mean I think it’s six inches long right now, or is it s’posed to be six inches when it’s soft? How does that work?” he inquired, never missing a beat with his stroking.“Well six limp is really big, but ummm…no, that’s supposed to be the sizes for hard. I mean six hard is normal or average,” she explained. She was stuttering and new that wasn’t cool.“So mine is as big as a grown man’s then, huh?” he asked, looking up at her while his hand continued to move back and forth along his shaft.“You need to go faster if you’re gonna get anywhere,” she suddenly blurted. His slow stroking was starting to get to her somewhat. Was she horny? Well why shouldn’t she be? Her son was a good looking fellow and he was standing there long-stroking his hard cock…and probably because of her fine ass titties! Just as her cousin had made her horny, his c***d…his son by her was the spitting image of him. So the idea of him making her horny wasn’t all that far-fetched. The question she needed an answer to was should she be ashamed of that fact or not? He didn’t seem too perturbed as he stood there jerking it. If he could be this confident in front of her, then maybe he’d be confident with other women at some point. So maybe she needed to be cool and not freak him out or act freaked out herself. “Like this?” he chirped as his hand cranked up in speed and suddenly he was beating off like a pro.The sensation must have hit him suddenly, because all at once he lost his calm demeanor and started panting. His attention locked on his own dick and his hand started beating his dick like his life depended on it.“Yeah, I think you got it,” she replied with a chortle. “Don’t stop…just keep going.” She knew she should turn and leave, but she didn’t want to. “No matter what, don’t stop…go faster until you orgasm,” she added, but the boy was already spurting globs of whitish jelly from the end of his dick, spritzing the carpet.“Eww!” he blurted.“It’s okay, fuck the carpet,” she exclaimed, embarrassed slightly that she’d dropped an “f”bomb. “Keep going…keep going,” she urged him on.At some point, she realized he was turning his head and side-glancing at her…at her tits.Oh shit! He’s jerking off to my tits!The idea both enthralled her mentally and excited her physically. She had been leaning against the doorframe this entire time with her thighs pressed together and now she shifted her stance and realized moisture was seeping between her legs. She was wet from watching him.By that point, his ejaculation was over and he was wobbling, looking exhausted and his erection was drooping.She stepped past him and crossed his room to his computer desk and rummaged around in the drawers of it till she produced a 12 inch plastic ruler. With it in hand, she turned back and knelt down in front of him.“Let’s measure it. It’s always bigger limp after you jerk off. See how fat it gets from pumping it?” she asked, flicking at his flaccid cock with the ruler. This amused her somewhat…to slap at his fat dick with her ruler. “Bad boy…down, down,” she said aloud and tapped his dick a few times with the ruler before laughing. “Don’t dare tell anybody I did that,” she asserted, looking up at him with a grin.Franklin was grinning back at her. Obviously he’d found her joke amusing as well.“Here,” she started to hand him the ruler, but he wasn’t reaching for it at all and appeared to be making no effort to do so, and so awkwardly she just ended up reaching for the head of his penis with her right hand and pressing the ruler to it with her left.I’m measuring my son’s penis. She considered that thought for a moment and what implications it made about her motherhood…but just as quickly as the concern appeared, it vanished…as the tip of his limp cock touched the number “5” on the ruler. She turned it horizontal and squeezed his penis as flat as she could…to reveal his penis was a little more than an inch and a half wide.When she let go, she realized his penis was not canlı bahis hanging limp…not like it had been when she originally touched it moment before.“HEY! BAD! DOWN!” she chirped humorously and slapped at his dick with the ruler again. Her efforts made it suddenly grow faster until it was once again a raging boner. “Well he’s a bad one, ain’t he? I think he likes get’in whooped,” she added with a badly faked southern drawl. “You know what happens to erections that don’t go down, eh, Mister?” she asked as if talking directly to his penis…pointing the ruler at it as she spoke. “We jerk’em off till they do!” “What?!” he uttered as if he was expecting her to say anything but what she did.“I told you being a teenager could be trouble. Your hormones are in overdrive and it’s hard to control yourself. Sometimes stupid things can rile you up,” and she held up the ruler for emphasis, “and you’re just gonna have to learn to deal with it. If you’re hard and it won’t go down, then jerk off till it does. It’s kind of like you gotta get it out of your system.”“So I should do it again,” he asked, eyes blinking. She was on her knees to the corner of him and he was actually looking down at her for a change.“I don’t think talking to him is gonna help,” she insisted and pointed at his penis again with the ruler. “C’mon and beat it, bad boy,” she added, slapping his bare ass with the ruler before laughing. “I wanna eat breakfast sometime this morning without being stared at by the one-eyed willie here.”He grasped his dick once more and began jerking on it, going fast this time from the get-go.Tiffany flopped back and sat down atop her calves and just remained inches from him…staring as he beat off. She wasn’t across the room this time. She was right beside him. His dick looked even bigger now that she was up on him and her earlier feelings of arousal were building again. She was literally getting off on watching him masturbate and since he didn’t seem to give a rat’s ass…why should she? Hell, he’d been looking at her tits the first time and her hand had probably setting him off this time. She was just driving him crazy and part of her enjoyed that. She always enjoyed teasing men…and even women from time to time. She’d always been just a touch more than a slut at heart and she knew that…had grown to accept it. She got pregnant by her own cousin at fifteen. That was a whole new level of slut-li-ness if ever there was one.She felt beads of her own juices rolling down the insides of her thighs and shifted to let some air up between her legs, but when she slid her knee over, she realized she’d squished a glob of his cum on the carpet with it. It should have grossed her out…but it didn’t.As he beat his dick faster and harder, she slowly inched her way further in front of him until he was jerking his dick directly at her.She reached around him with the ruler and tapped his ass again playfully.“Show him whose boss, here,” she prodded him with a grin. “Make him spit for us again,” she added. She wanted to say “me” but figured that was a bit more than was acceptable. “Bad penis…such a bad penis!” she cooed with a stupid grin on her face.His face was turning red and sweat was breaking out on his forehead and she suspected either he was close again or he was having trouble getting there.“Beat him…beat him…beat him,” she started chanting while bouncing on her knees just enough to make her big tits flop under her shirt.Franklin’s eyes bugged out of his head and he erupted all over her torso, semen soaking her t-shirt and bouncing tits.“OH CRAP!” he blurted, obviously horrified that he was jazzing all over her. He immediately tried to twist and shoot to the side, but she reached out and stopped him by grabbing his arm. By the time he tried to resist her grip, he was done and it was over.She was giggling like a schoolgirl and couldn’t help herself. She’d been with various men over the years…so many she’d actually lost count…but none had ever rung her chimes as Franklin just did. She’d made him cum just by jostling her jugs a bit. And while his dick wasn’t oversized by any means, being connected to his smaller, wiry frame made it look tremendous, and she’d always been a visually stimulated type. Jared had been beautiful…an absolute teenage Adonis and she’d been smitten with him so badly that she let him do anything he wanted to her without question or concern. So while Franklin didn’t actually have a huge cock…the optical illusion presented made it seem he did…and she knew within a few years he probably would have an immense hunk of cock between his legs. If it was this big now, she could only fantasize about what size it would be by the time he was s*******n. And to her delight, she knew she’d only be 32 when he reached that age…quite possibly still good looking enough to fuck.Fuck him??She was almost appalled that she’d thought of that…thought of actually having sex with her own son.She looked up at him and realized he was enthused with her…with this situation in general. He wasn’t grossed out or forced into it…no, no…he was definitely as much into it as she ever dared to be.She rose upright on her knees and pulled her t-shirt up and over her head and then tossed it off behind her, leaving herself completely naked before him.“What? You want me to eat breakfast in a cum-covered t-shirt?”Franklin took a step back and gasped, his eyes going up and down her…lingering the most on her bodacious and all too delicious DD’s.“Sorry…but you sort of scooted out in front of me–” he began but she cut him off.“Did I? My bad,” she feigned shock at his accusation. “Probably should have took my shirt off before you shot off on me.”Franklin looked flabbergasted.“Son…you and me aren’t like most moms and sons, okay? You know that. I know that. Thankfully nobody else knows that and we gotta keep it that way. But I’m way younger than most moms with boys your age and I can’t help it if I think you’re good looking and I don’t think it’s a terrible thing if you think I’m worth looking at either.”His eyes bulged almost as much as they had when she pulled her shirt off moments before. His face was beet red and the sweat beads on his forehead were just raining down his face now.“I just showed you how to jerk off,” she asserted. “You think most moms do that? And I got these awesome boobs too and you know why? Because I like having them looked at. I’ll be honest with you son, I could have just gotten some C-cups or even D-cups, but I wanted the big ones so people would see them and look at’em.”“Even me?” he asked, his voice barely a whisper.“I saw you looking when I was at the door,” she replied with a knowing smile. “And I knew what I was doing when I started bouncing a minute ago. I know what men like and I liked giving it to them sometimes.”“You made’em bounce like that on purpose…to…to–”“To help you go,” she finished his sentence for him. “And you liked it, didn’t you? You liked when I was slapping it with the ruler too, didn’t you? People like crazy sex stuff, okay? It’s normal…well not normal…but normal is boring. What I’m trying to say son, is don’t be embarrassed if odd stuff makes you horny. If you like having your momma spank your dick, then tell her.”She grinned and turned a little pink herself, realizing she’d more or less used the wrong wording for that last statement and it sounded like she was referring to her actually beating him off. But she left it hanging, wondering what he might make of it if anything.He half smiled and glanced down at her tits.“I like your boobs,” he stated matter-of-factly. “I know,” she popped back, grinning like a fat cat with a mouse tail hanging from its lips. “Momma ain’t stupid. I know what boys like.”“But see,” she added after letting that last fact sink in. “What you need to know if you want to have a great sex life, son…is what the ladies like.”Slowly she started leaning forward towards him, lowering onto her calves again. He stood stark still and allowed her to close on him…until he felt her hot breath on his dangling cock.“Ohhhhhh crappppp,” he muttered which made her giggle below him. He tensed up as he realized she was kissing his penis…kissing on it…not pecks…but wet, squishy kisses…and then her lips were staying open and her tongue was slipping out and along the head of his shaft. He moaned aloud and she giggled again. Suddenly, with little warning, he knew she had sucked his cock into her mouth.She leaned back and he looked down at her face, his manhood extending outward…sucked into her mouth. Then just as quickly, she had one hand on his balls and another on the base of his penis pressing back into his pelvis. She was squeezing off the blood flow to his dick while sucking it hard and fast. It felt incredible and within a few moments, she popped off shaft and gasped, her eyes glancing upwards at him with something vastly different than amusement in them. It was a look he’d remember the rest of his life…the first time a woman looked at him lustily.She slurped his cock back into her mouth and continued to suck him off. His dick was turning dark red now and looked bloated as if it were really swollen. Finally when I thought his balls were about to explode, she let go and pushed him back. He looked down and realized his dick was red and swollen and three quarters erect again.“Save it,” she said as she stood up and stepped toward his bed and sat down on the side of it facing him. “You want to know what drives a woman crazy?”He stared and then finally nodded.“C’mere and Momma’s gonna teach you,” she said as she curled her finger, motioning for him to approach her. As he did so, she lay down on her back and spread her legs. “Put your face between my legs,” she instructed him and he dropped to his knees and did so. By the time he was in position, her hands had reached down and spread her pussy for him. “Put your face right in my pussy,” and she pointed at her bulbous clitoris rising from the top of it with one finger, “and suck on this…lick on it…and stick your fingers in my hole at the same time.”It started off slow, chaotic and somewhat awkward, but after she coached him for a bit, he seemed to get into it and really started pushing her arousal buttons. Somewhere along the way, his fingers started assisting and then she clamped her thighs around his head and shot hot ejaculant all down his chin and chest as she achieved orgasm not once, but twice…one riding on the heels of the second. It was like erotic waves crashing inside of her.She finally let her legs relax and checked to make sure he was still breathing. He stood up with a flushed expression and red as a fire hydrant…long beads of sticky liquid dripping from his chin to his chest. With his long black hair, he sort of reminded her of his father…especially with his cock standing up again.“Are we gonna do it now?” he asked, and his eyes spoke volumes about his excitement over such an opportunity.She smiled. She’d gotten hers already and so sex wasn’t such a demanding desire at this point and she knew his penis would never do her much…not yet anyway. “Don’t get crazy…Momma’s just teaching you stuff,” she replied as she sat up on the bed. “C’mon…I’m starving. Let’s go get some food.”The Present…Day OneDIEGO GARCIAUS Naval Base Indian Ocean1:40 PM ESTThe President seated himself at the desk in his emergency, make-shift office and then looked over at his defense advisor.“So the sub disappeared…an entire submarine and its crew along with all its damn nukes…just like that?”“From everything we can ascertain, the submarine was hit by a particle beam weapon fired from somewhere in orbit.”“From somewhere? How the hell do your people not know from where?” he demanded, his agitation levels rising by the second.“The same time the weapon fired, all of our satellites went offline. The attack was two-fold. They struck the satellites to prevent us figuring out where they were and also to prevent us from communicating. It’s fairly certain they know we’re on to them at this point.”“So had we not pulled this, we’d still have satellites and communications?”“We would sir, but we also wouldn’t be aware of who the enemy is, their location or motives. It was actually a brilliant move, or so the Joint Chiefs tell me…despite the loss of equipment and life.”The President sneered and twisted in his chair.“So this scientist…this Fitzgerald guy…what the fuck do we know about him?”The advisor sat down in the chair opposite the President’s desk and pulled open a laptop that was on the corner. On the screen was Miles’ photograph and personal and service records.“He served a brief stint in the military…used the GI Bill to go to college…ended up with a PHd in virology from Caltech. Went to work for the CDC the year her graduated and remained there until a few years ago when he left and took a teaching job in Kentucky.”“Ken-fuck’in-tucky? C’mon…was that the best he could do? Did the CDC blackball him or something?”“Quite the opposite…we’re fairly certain he took the job at that location so he could remain in close proximity to BETA-2, sir. It’s a viral storage facility and fallout base.”“He knew about it?”“He toured it while with the CDC, sir.”“Turned down money and prestige so he could stay close the fox’s hole, eh?”“When you know things he knows…that foxhole probably looks pretty inviting. He’s had high level clearance, so he’s seen some of the nasty things that exist. He probably knew this sort of thing was coming eventually and figured he’d position himself where he might survive it.”“So he’s practical as well as a fucking genius…is that what you’re telling me?”“Yes, sir.”“No word from the CDC?”The advisor checked his watch then smirked.“What’s the CDC, sir?”“Nuked…on our own soil,” the President muttered as he slowly shook his head and ran his palms down the smooth wood of the large desk. “I may very well end up being the last president.” Suddenly, as if struck by lightning, he looked up and made eye contact with his advisor. “Put this asshole in charge of everything to do with this virus. Give him Presidential authority, command and control. Have this Colonel Sparks ride shotgun, but give him whatever he wants or needs. If he’s the best chance we got to figure this out and beat it, then I’ll be damned if we’re gonna sit around twiddling our thumbs. Oh, and I want a full situation report on the mainland. I want to know what’s going on in the cities.”“Communications are down…we think the satellites are just shut down…like an EMP…not damaged though. It’s possible they may all reboot. As soon as I hear something, I’ll let you know. In the meantime, we’re relying on landline phone communications and they are spotty at best. The techs are trying to establish an actual dial-up system…old school internet…to link our bases up using the existing landlines. It’s gonna take a while.”“This Fitzgerald…his briefing…doesn’t look like we’re going to get ‘a while,’ my friend.”BETA-2 FACILITYKENTUCKY2:18 PM“I still don’t understand the vector function,” Captain Bowman stated yet again as she stomped around the laboratory desk for the fiftieth time. “How is it doing that?”“They’re already in puberty most likely, so it’s just tapping into their DNA…their brains…their glands…and adjusting the outputs to rev up their biological functions.”“So they turn into oversized sex machines?” She looked mortified and Miles wondered if she was getting hung up on the whole sexual basis of it.“Stop thinking of it in sexual terms. It’s a biological function that spreads liquids…therefore spreads our viral spores. By using the sexual avenue, it’s also ensuring the protection of the vectors. I wouldn’t be surprised if the vectors are extremely promiscuous on top of producing excessive amounts of fluids.” He knew such a statement would gall her if the sex was what her hang-up was all about.“We’re talking about k**s, Doctor…not vectors!”“The k**s ARE the vectors, Doctor,” he countered, knowing he’d hit the nail on the head. “If you can’t get past their age and deal with them as they are, you’re going to end dead along with everyone else you’re supposed to be protecting.”“Don’t lecture me on duty, Doctor,” she argued and sneered at him but at least she finally stopped pacing.“I’m not,” he said with a smile which galled her. “I’m just trying to make you look past the roads to the trees. You’re missing the whole countryside because you’re focusing on the road signs and potholes.”She realized he was right and that galled her even more.“Alright…vectors…is there anything we can do to shut them down?” she asked.“I doubt it. Once contaminated, their physical body is altered. Without gene-therapy, I doubt any of them could be fixed. That is exactly what this virus is doing…it’s rewriting their DNA…reprogramming them and their bodies to be carriers for the disease.”“You were talking about missing the woods…doesn’t it seem awful easy how you figured out the issue with the k**s…vectors,” she corrected herself. “This isn’t something they’ve planned in a day…we’ve got records of the inert virus existing in water supplies dating back at least a hundred years. For all we know, it may be native to the planet. Maybe even that they just bahis siteleri used it as a vector of sorts to infect us. Could the virus itself just be a piggy back ride for something else?”“Nanotechnology, I assume is what you’re getting at, right? I don’t think we’re dealing with knowable science, Captain…Doctor…er-hrm,” he stumbled for the correct title to call her. “They’re far more advanced than us. I wouldn’t be surprised if they have the ability to manufacture organic nano…essentially, they may be able to understand DNA fully and how to simply rewrite life to be and do whatever you want. In that sense, the virus is a delivery system…delivering their code hackers into our bodies.”“But why now? Did we do something? Have they arrived or are they about to arrive?” she asked not really expecting an answer.“Who knows?” He sighed and leaned back on his lab stool. “Did you tell me the Colonel said they thought it was a particle beam fired from orbit?”“Yes,” she replied. “The Chinese ships said they caught a beam on some of their monitoring systems…not visible to the human eye…but it showed up in some of their various spectrum analyzing equipment.”“So they have a weapons platform in close orbit. Close enough to sense and fire on the sub at the last possible moment. Such a system couldn’t be in normal orbit though, or it would be out of range for hours at a time like all the rest of our own satellites.”“What?”“Recon satellites and some communications satellites use a distinct polar orbit…most circle the earth in stationary orbit…meaning they are always at the same spot in the sky…they roll with the planet’s turning, matching it…this is how satellite television works. But now some satellites as I said, utilize polar orbits, meaning they loop around the planet at a ninety degree angle to our planet’s equator…causing them pass over our poles and to be moving continuously. Minor tweaks to their positioning can also enable them to move and view parts of the planet not in their standard orbital path. Most of them rotate at around a 100 minutes per cycle…meaning they loop all the way around the planet every 100 minutes. They are essentially hauling ever-loving ass. It is very difficult to keep them in such orbits. In fact we couldn’t even do it till the sixties, I believe.”“Are you going somewhere with this particular physics lesson?” she inquired with more than a touch of annoyance.“In the 1950’s we discovered an unknown object in orbit…well before Sputnik…that emitted signals. It had, oddly enough, a very, very polar correct orbit. It was labeled space junk eventually and sort of got buried in UFO lore. Its unofficial name was the Black Knight.”“Your point?”“If you wanted to monitor our development from an orbital position where we wouldn’t accidently stumble upon your advanced equipment…how would you do it?”She arched an eyebrow, finally getting his intent.“Polar orbiting recon satellite,” she said slowly.“Hell, depending on how long it’s been up there, it may have basically turned into space junk. Debris and dust…even impacts. It might look like nothing more than a bizarre asteroid…but inside…well, it’s too damn coincidental that it’s in an abnormal orbit. Space pals don’t orbit like that…as eventually the sink and crash into the planet or star. So it wasn’t put there by accident…it wasn’t captured by our gravity.”“So you think this Black Knight might be what hit the submarine?”“Have they got the landline system working yet?”“Not yet,” she replied.“Dammit…I need to talk to the President.”TOWNHOUSE ROW – GARLAND STREETRICHMOND VIRGINIAOne Year Ago…Tiffany bent over and picked up the flexible, plastic ruler from the floor in her son’s room and turned around as he walked up to her.She reached down and slapped his dangling dick with it and giggled.“Awww…did I finally beat him down?” she asked in a mocking fashion in an effort to tease him.“You don’t want to do it?” he questioned her both with his words and his eyes.She was the cool mom. She wouldn’t lie to him.“Son,” she began, looking him directly in the eyes. “Your penis is big, but it’s not big enough to satisfy me like that. I got mine with what you did on the bed there. That’s called eating pussy and you did one hell of a fucking job, let me tell you. But getting off from sex is different for a woman. And I need a really big one. Most women don’t, but you know me…I’m a weirdo, right?”“Is there any way to make it bigger?” She looked at him and realized he was serious.“Oh shit, you really just want have sex with me don’t you?” she stated more than asked. “Bad boy,” she quipped and popped him in the bare ass with the ruler. “Only bad boys fuck their own mommies,” she chuckled and popped him again. “Are you a bad motherfucker?” she asked, laughing at her own stupid quip.“Maybe,” he popped back at her as he attempted to dodge another of her half-hearted whacks. “Cut it out, that sort of stings a little!”“Alright, alright…time to go back to being normal people,” she informed him. “C’mon and let’s go make breakfast and pretend we didn’t do nasty stuff in your room for the last hour.”Her son bent over to pull his underwear up and she popped him on the ass again.“Hey!” he yelped.“Bad boys don’t wear underwear,” she informed him, remembering back to his father and his sausage roll down the side of his pants leg. “You wanna be Momma’s bad little boy?”“Maybe,” he replied with a reddening set of cheeks, both on his butt and his face.“You like when I do that,” she asked, slowly rubbing the plastic ruler along the edge of his butt. Then she slowly moved around him and d**g the ruler tip to his balls and started poking at them and his dangling dick with it. “You like when Momma’s bad?”“Slap it some more,” he told her. He wrapped his hand around the base of his dick and squeezed it like she’d done earlier when she was sucking it. Then he shook it up and down as if to taunt her with it.She popped his dick lightly with it.“Momma likes it hard,” she said. “Am I gonna have to make him stand up again?” Having said that, she popped it again, this time a little harder and he winced. “Sorry,” she apologized.“No, I like it,” he blurted a little too quickly. “It’s all swelled up now,” he commented off handedly, “see?” and then he shook it back and forth, as if to mess with her some more.“You want me to suck it again, don’t you?”“I want you to do anything with me…so long as we’re naked,” he chimed back…blowing her mind with his bold sexual talk.“Then let’s go eat naked,” she said with a giggle. “In fact, new house rule…no clothes in the house when it’s just us two, deal?”The PresentTiffany followed her son into the living room where the television was on. Scenes of rioting and v******e were all that was playing across the flat screen.Every few moments, a warning would scroll across the bottom of the news reports warning that martial law would be implemented at sun down and that travel of any nature was forbidden until further notice.“What’s going on?”Her son looked at her as if she was stupid, but then he sighed and flopped down on the couch beside her.“They think some kind of biological weapon has been set loose and it’s making people crazy. Well not crazy, just…well it’s like they don’t care about consequences and they’re doing crazy stuff. The whole East Coast is being quarantined, including us!”“So we can’t leave the house?”“No supposed to,” he affirmed for her.She glanced out the window and noticed the complete absence of chaos or rioting.“Well that’s just stupid…nothing going on here,” she stated as if that made things okay.“I don’t think it’s hit here yet,” he said. “But it’s gonna! They showed a map earlier and said it will sweep over the whole country within a week.”“Well does it kill you?”“No,” he admitted, “but makes you want to kill other people, I guess.”“Well shit, I wanna do that every day of the week,” she said with a derisive snort. “Well I guess that explains why you’re violating rules of the house, huh?”He looked up her in dismay as he realized she was unbuttoning her blouse.“It’s like the end of the world and you’re gonna run around naked?” he asked in total shock by this point.“End of the world my ass,” she argued as she shed the blouse and reached behind her back to pop her brassiere clips free. “Besides if we’re stuck here, we might as well find something constructive to do, right?”“You wanna fuck?” he blurted in disbelief.“But Mommy was a bad girl today. I rubbed my big titties on a man to get his money,” she said, pawing at her own DD breasts. The front windows were wide open and she didn’t give a fuck if anybody could see in from the street or not. Wasn’t supposed to be anybody out and about anyway, right? “You don’t wanna punish me?”Franklin stood up and stared at her for a moment before rolling his eyes and unzipping his pants.DOWNTOWN PHILADELPHIA NEAR WALT WHITMAN BRIDGE OVER THE DELAWARE RIVER2:26 PMClaudia stood atop the delivery tiny Ford delivery van and stretched to see if she could see the bridge any better. She could and from what she saw, the middle of it was completely missing. Smoke billowed from both sides of what was left of it and pair of military helicopters thumped overhead. They were Apaches…and she knew that because her husband had been in the Army and loved the damn things. Not so great when they’re blowing up your own shit though, are they? She tucked away the urge to scream and shout into the air at the departing warbirds.She and Shelly had stumbled around in the service tunnel for nearly thirty minutes before finally finding an exit ladder that led out onto the street above. Having climbed up and out, they’d been making their way downtown for close to over an hour now, making very little headway as they attempted to dodge police and National Guard units patrolling the streets. They were only a few blocks from Shelly’s husband’s apartments but they were still miles from her own apartment.Despite martial law and the rampant shootings, various looters were still out in force, but no one appeared interested in them. Most were running by them with buggies of food and water…along with the occasional clothes and electronics.As she climbed off the top of the van, she realized Shelly was staring off in the opposite direction of the bridge.“Those helicopters just blew the bridge up, so I don’t think your ex is getting in that way,” she informed her fat ass friend as she regained her footing on the sidewalk next to her.“Wonder what happened over there?” Shelly asked aloud as she pointed out what she was looking at in the distance.What appeared to be several bodies lie indiscriminately in the street…naked and bloody. People scurried around them and did their best not to leer.“They look naked,” Claudia commented.“Naked?” Craig blurted and suddenly became interested. He tried to worm around Shelly’s big ass to see, but Claudia caught him.“Perv!” she called him as she shoved him back behind Shelly. “They’re dead, dummy!”“Oh,” he commented, but didn’t seem really all that turned off by the matter.“I don’t wanna walk no more,” Shelly said. “Well hey, let’s hail a cab,” Claudia suggested sarcastically and stepped out into the street as if to do so. “Oh wait…no…forgot…end of the world and shit…no cabs.”“Fuck off,” Shelly told her. “I was inferring we should bust into one of these cars and jack it.”“You know how to hotwire one?”“You don’t?”“Don’t make me slap you,” Claudia piped back. “You don’t neither, do you, fat ass?”Shelly sighed and shrugged.About that moment a Police car came screeching up to the intersection where the bodies were…slowed…circled them and then apparently spotted them out on the sidewalk.“Aw fuck,” Shelly hissed.“Don’t run…be cool…we’re in scrubs…we’re heading back to the hospital, got it?”The police cruiser was one of the old Crown Victoria style and it pulled up slowly beside them.“Nurses?” the cop in the driver’s seat called out to them. He was bald and swarthy. “You two look a little rough for wear. You ain’t gonna help that bunch none. Where you going? You know they’s a curfew, right?” His accent was thick Philadelphian.“Well we were gonna check on them before we headed back to the hospital,” Claudia lied. “But okay, nevermind then I guess.” And with that she tried to push Shelly off down the sidewalk. All was well till they noticed Craig dawdling behind Shelly’s wide load.“Hey what’s wid’ him?” the cop called out.“Umm…he lost him mom and so we just sort kept him in tow all day,” it was Shelly that replied. “We’re good, thanks.”“Which hospital you from?”“Albenstate Memorial,” Shelly replied slowly. “We’re RN’s,” she added and held out her ID from the hospital to show him.“Damn, that’s a ways off, so you twos walk’in? Fuck that shit. Climb in and me and mongoose here’ll drive ya’ll over,” he insisted. By that point, the alleged Mongoose had climbed out and walked around to open the back doors to the unit for them to get in.Shelly glared at Claudia and Claudia glared back. What could they do? Reluctantly both climbed in the back of the cruiser with Craig wedging himself between them.When the boy leaned back in the seat though, his genitals popped up a large and obvious bulge through the fabric of his gown and it required no imagination to realize what one was looking at.Claudia tossed her purse into his lap to cover him. He grunted and she realized she’d pretty much whacked him in the balls.“Sorry,” she hissed. “Hold…my purse,” she told him, glaring directly into his eyes. She looked up just in time to see Mongoose get in and shut his own door.“Some crazy shit going on around here, eh?” the bald cop commented as he turned the car around and sped off in the direction from which they’d come…likely heading right back to the hospital from which the two women had just escaped.“I admire you two gals, I really do,” he continued. “It takes some serious balls to lie like a dog to a cop.”“What?”Suddenly, the bald cop twisted the steering wheel and made an abrupt spin that put them in a side alley between two large brick buildings. Without saying anything else, he killed the engine and turned around to look at them through the rusty, corroded grill that separated the front from the back seats. His pal did so as well.“Oh fuck…you’re not really cops are you?”“Oh no, we’re cops alright,” the Mongoose replied with a nod. “We’re really horny cops is all.”Shelly’s first thought was of Craig…and Claudia’s was of herself. As it turned out, they were both wrong.“Saw that fat ass from half a block away, yeah,” the bald cop stated with a chuckle. “And I thought damn, man,” and he elbowed Mongoose, “we done fucked us everything but a fat bitch today.”Claudia thought back to the naked bodies in the street and suddenly wondered if that was where they’d be shortly.“Please…look…we’re really nurses,” and Shelly held up her ID again. “We really do work at the hospital. We snuck out to come check on her daughter and we really did get stuck with towel boy here. C’mon…seriously, you really wanna **** my cellulite ridden ass?”“We been seeing shit all damn day,” the bald cop began to explain as if all were calm and normal. “Been seeing bitches with boys that had dongs down to their ankles…men with girls that had titties the size of watermelons…all running here and there. I know why you got the boy, bitch and it ain’t no thang.” He smiled and his teeth were crooked as shit. “Look here…me and old Mongoose here is pretty decent fellas, eh? You two put on a good little show and maybe we’ll let ya’ll go…maybe even drive you to wherever it is you wanna go, how about that?”“You’re not gonna **** us?”The bald cop looked at his partner and Mongoose looked sad for a moment.“Nah, that’s the deal,” baldo continued. “Move that fucking purse and let’s see what bad boy’s got going on.”Shelly and Claudia stared at one another unsure of what to do. All at once, Shelly grabbed for the door handle and found it wouldn’t open. She swung at the glass and the two cops started laughing.“SHELLY! HEY! ENOUGH!” Claudia shouted at her. “It’s a cop car…doors don’t open from the inside and the windows are probably reinforced glass. We ain’t getting out unless they let us out, right?” and she looked out through the grill at the two cops.Shelly was crying slightly…mostly silent tears.Claudia made up her mind she was getting out of the car and getting to her husband and daughter one way or the other. And if that meant abandoning the boy to whatever, then so be it. She twisted and pulled the purse out of the boy’s lap and then flipped the tail of his gown up so the two men could see his genitalia.“Damn,” Baldo said but didn’t look that impressed.“One on Sunmeyer street was bigger,” Mongoose commented as if they were eyeing new cars rather than potential sexual assault victims.“Play with it, big tits,” Baldo demanded and stared directly at Claudia. Hesitantly she reached over and scooped up Craig’s seven and half inch long limpness and squeezed it in her palm. It was thick. Probably over two inches wide, she thought as she started pumping his dick.“Claudia!” Shelly blurted and stared at her in shock and disgust.“You want out of this car alive?” she popped back at her fat friend güvenilir bahis and then returned her stare.Shelly looked at the two cops and realized Mongoose was up front jerking off. She could see his arm moving rapidly. His bald pal just sat leering over the seat at them grinning with his crooked teeth and chomping on his piece of gum while her friend jerked off the boy for them.“Make him cum on the fat bitch,” Mongoose called out. “Take your shirt off, fatso,” he demanded of her.She hesitantly pulled her tight scrubs blouse up and over her head and tossed it to the floorboards. She had a serious mushroom top bulging over the tops of her pants and she felt ashamed as she revealed herself to them all.“Damn, she’s a fat fuck, ain’t she?” the bald one cackled. “C’mon with the bra, bitch…show me them titties.”She scowled but peeled out of her bra and tossed it as well. Before it landed in the floor, the bald cop was pointing at her pants and grinning.“Laugh you dickholes,” she grumbled at them as she began to struggle in rolling down her way-too-tight pants. By the time she got her pants and panties down, she managed to force herself to glance over at her companions and was mortified to see that the boy’s dick was hardening.“Suck that fucker,” Mongoose called out and without much in the way of prodding or resistance, Claudia leaned over and started sucking Craig’s cock like a two dollar whore in heat.Shelly realized as she sat there naked…watching Claudia…that her friend was a little more into the situation than she should have been. Was she contaminated? If so, then she too was probably contaminated. So how long would it be till she started acting in this same manner?“Show us them big tits, bitch,” Baldo shouted excitedly through the grill and Claudia sat back up long enough to remove her own top and bra.“I fucking hate you,” Shelly hissed as her friend’s breasts came into full view.“Aww…fat girl got widdle C-cups?” Claudia taunted her and then glared at her. “Why don’t you cry some more. Me, I’m getting out of here. So if you’re not helping, then shut the fuck up.”Having said that, she promptly leaned back over into the boy’s lap and returned to sucking his dick wildly.“Make him fuck the fatty,” Mongoose shouted and banged on the grill. “Fuck the fatty!”Shelly gasped as Claudia sat up and then pulled Craig up out of the seat and pushed him off onto Shelly. He struggled with his gown, eventually just pulling it completely off and then dropped down between her fat legs and leaned in towards her pussy with his almost erect cock.She hoped he didn’t know what to do, but he fumbled and poked until he got the right spot and started pushing inward on her vaginal lips until he got penetration.“Oh fuck…oh fuck,” she gasped and then he was pumping her pussy with fervor. Claudia looked on as her fat friend began bouncing in the seat with the small boy between her fat thighs. At first she thought Shelly was going to resist or that the boy had no clue what he was supposed to even do…but after a few moments, he went to town in her and she had slid out further into the middle of the seat and had even spread her legs wider to give him more room to work.“Stick your titties up here to the grill so I can play with’em,” Mongoose ordered Claudia.She leaned forward and realized there was cum dripping off the dashboard…as well as a multitude of other spots of what was probably dried semen. These two had been busy for a while.She was repulsed by what she was doing, but her determination to get out of that car was potent and far more insistent than her gag reflex. She leaned up against the grill and pressed her tits to it, making sure to put her nipples through the holes.Just then a terrible racket reverberated from outside and the driver’s side window exploded. The whole thing was over in the space of a heartbeat. She leaned back and realized she had blood all over her bare tits. The two asshole r****t cops were both dead, multiple gunshot wounds in them. Hell, the bald one, who’d been closest to the gunman, didn’t even have much of a head left.“FUCK TH’POLEECE!” rang out from various voices outside the car and somebody popped open the passenger side back door.“RUN BITCH!” a black man with a handkerchief tied around his face yelled as he slapped the open door and took off running.Claudia spun round in the seat and realized a second black man was running off with the one who had opened her door. The other one carried some sort of small automatic machine gun. The clip was in the handle like a pistol.“Ingram,” she recalled. Her husband had schooled her so many times on guns and helicopters and planes that she actually had started remembering them.Coming back to reality, she looked up at the dead cops again and then twisted in her seat and crammed her purse into the open door to prevent it from shutting again.“OH FUCK! OH FUCK!”She twisted back around and realized Shelly was all but on the verge of cumming there in the seat beside her as the little bastard fucked the shit out of her.She leaned away from them and back against her open door. The whole car was bouncing now from their movements and she marveled at how quickly the little turd had figured out what to do and how to do it. And apparently her fat pal was no longer putting up too much of a fight on matters.Shelly’s fat ass and thighs were quivering…the fat jostling which each thrust and it was somewhat mesmerizing to Claudia who didn’t have hardly an ounce of flab anywhere on her.“Hurry up,” she told them and reached down into the floorboards to grab her scrubs top. Without thinking she used it to wipe the blood off of her face and chest and then realized afterwards she didn’t want to put it on again covered in gore. Topless, she climbed out of the car and quickly moved around to the front. The passenger side window was shattered as well as the driver’s side and she reached through the broken glass and opened the car door from the inside.Mongoose’s limp body flopped out as soon as the door was open and she let him crash to the dirty pavement. With rushed movements, she pilfered him for everything he was worth…cash, wallet, and then his entire rig belt. It was bloody, but she managed to wipe it clean with her own shirt. It was already bloody and she was damned if she was putting it back on anyway. She threaded the belt around herself and then pulled the pistol loose. Her husband’s drilling paid off again when she knew exactly how to rack back the slide and check to see if a round was chambered. It was and she had two spare clips…probably a total of 45 rounds maybe.The car was still bouncing.“Fuck! Would you two give it up?!” she yelled at them from outside. “C’mon, we gotta go!”“AAAHHHHH!” she heard Shelly cumming loudly and the rocking motion stopped. By the time she’d made her way around to the driver’s side, she could see the boy climbing off of her in the back. She unlatched the door handle and popped Shelly’s door open. Leaning in, she barked, “C’mon fat ass, you can ride dick later!”Moments later, Claudia had yanked Baldo’s ass out of the driver’s seat and had removed all his goodies as well. She also found a small key that unlocked the twelve gauge shotgun that sat upright between the front seats as well as a box of ammo for it in the glove compartment.“Oh gross!” she heard Craig saying from the backseat.“What?” she asked through the grill, turning to look back at him as he held up his gown which was dripping with blood.“FUCK!” Shelly shouted as she too made to scoot out of the car still naked, tossing her clothes back into the floorboard. “The blood leaded down from the seats into the floor…my clothes are just…ewww,” she made as if to gag for a moment as she caught sight of Baldo’s demolished head and corpse lying on the ground.“Sorry. You musta’ missed that part while you was riding dick,” Claudia grumped at her. “Oh damn…no wonder you hate working in the ER.”“What the fuck happened?”“Two black dudes just ran up and shot them and opened my door and then took off that way.”“Damn…saved by thugs, huh?” Shelly commented sounding almost a tad racist. “What…what you want me to do with that?” she asked, staring at the rig belt that Claudia was holding up and out towards her.“Put it on. You know how to use a pistol?”“I’M NAKED…hello?” she blurted, motioning to her bare body. “How about we find me something to wear before we accessorize, huh?”“What? Oh, belt…ha, ha…real funny,” Claudia said. “The cops are out in force, infected or not. And if we don’t get the shit out of here, they’re gonna come looking for these guys and think we killed’em. So put your bloody pants on and let’s go or sit here and watch me haul ass.”“I ain’t wearing this,” Craig blurted from inside the car as he flicked the soaked gown out onto the pavement. “Can I have your shirt,” he asked and held up Claudia’s bloody garment. It was soiled, but not nearly as badly as the gown or Shelly’s gear.“Fine,” she relented. “It ain’t near as long and if your dick hangs out, well not my problem.”“You gonna run around like that?” Shelly asked and pointed at Claudia and her bare chest.“I DON’T CARE! COPS! GO NOW!” she bellowed at her friend’s fat face and slapped her in the shoulder. “I don’t know what daze you’re in, but snap the fuck out of it, bitch! End of the world! Nobody cares if your ass is naked or the size of the blimp!”“Really? Well apparently it was my big fat ass that got us snagged in the first place…and…and…apparently Craig there don’t mind it so much,” Shelly countered.“I sucked him hard…don’t flatter yourself,” Claudia bit back.“Wow…so you’re a fluffer now?”“A what?”“Nevermind,” she muttered as she shook her pants out and grimaced as she pulled them on. “Dammit…not running around with no pants.”“Put this on!” and Claudia shoved the belt at her.It wouldn’t fit around her hips, so she ended up just buckling it and running it over her head and sticking her right arm through it so that it was more of a bandoleer than a rig belt.“You look like an extra from Mad Max Beyond the Porn Dome,” Claudia commented as she racked the shotgun and slung her purse over her shoulder with the extra shells in it.“Fuck you,” Shelly snapped back. “Hey, did you try the car? The keys are in the igni–”“Tried it…dead. I think they shot up the dashboard.”As the two began to move off toward the street, Craig crawled out of the backseat wearing Claudia’s scrub top. She’d been right. It hung fairly low on him, just past his ass cheeks, but it wasn’t long enough to cover the elephant trunk of a dick that swung between his legs.“Wait for me!” he called out as he dashed down the alley behind them.They both turned to look at him and gawked. As he ran, his dick slung from side to side like a fat tail of some sort, slapping between his legs ludicrously.“You fucked that,” Claudia commented.“You sucked that,” her wide assed friend countered. When the boy caught up with them, they started moving again. When they reached the street, the bright sun illuminated a dead street. The random looters were gone and all was quiet for the moment but they had no idea where they were.“Any idea?”Shelly shook her head.Craig wandered off towards what looked like a sacked and looted convenience store.“Hey, maybe they got some clothes,” he hollered out loud as he trotted off towards the building across the street.Shelly felt like they should hurry up and follow him, but for some reason she just didn’t. Instead she lingered, topless in the street with her friend.“Claudia?”“Yeah?”“Did you want to suck his dick?”Her tall pal leaned her head back and closed her eyes before answering. “I been fantasizing about that little bastard since I first saw him in the ER. I was gawking at him when his mother flipped out on me. So yeah…I wanted to and I did and I don’t think he was complaining much.”“I had sex with him,” Shelly muttered barely loud enough Claudia could hear her. “I know it’s crazy but that was the fucking nastiest, hottest sex I’ve ever had in my life. His dick is phenomenal! And I didn’t want to, but after it started, I was honestly getting the fuck off on doing it and being watched like that.”“We’re infected,” Claudia declared with no uncertain authority. “You know that right?”“I figured we might be,” she admitted. “Do we just shoot ourselves or do we keep trying to stay alive?”Her tall pal snickered and said, “What would Tanner do?” referring to the old veteran at the hospital.“Are we sticking together?”“I’ll try,” Claudia replied. “At times I don’t give a damn about neither one of you two.”“Let’s go get studmuffin before somebody snags him,” and that said, the two women started moving again toward the ransacked storefront.BETA-2 SITEKENTUCKY4:56 PMMiles pointed to the maps displayed digitally on the screen in the Colonel’s war room. A depiction of the Earth was shown there along with a myriad of tiny red and blue and yellow dots. Periodically a green dot was also see.“Blue is ours…red is Russia’s and yellow is the Chinese,” Miles explained. “The odd sats are green…those are Indian and Japanese.”“Yellow is Chinese?” The Colonel snorted. “Little racist there, Doctor.”Miles looked perplexed and then it hit him. “My bad, Colonel…but we don’t have time for politically correct color coordination.”“Sorry, sorry…what’choo got?”“See this,” and he pointed to a blinking dot that was over the Pacific. “NORAD managed to track it. They’ve been tracking it for years. Thought it was fucking space junk.”“Should I assume it’s not?”“It’s not, Colonel,” Miles replied. “The Black Knight is a Bracewell probe. That refers to a hypothetical alien probe that is self-replicating, self-maintaining, and capable of a reasonable amount of artificial intelligence. Its purpose is to find alien races and monitor them for future contact with the probe’s builders. You may be familiar with the term Von Neumann Probe…they are quite similar.”“I am not familiar with either, Doctor. So would you mind explaining to me…in dummy form, just what the fuck you’re yabbering about?”“There’s no alien armada hiding out there,” and he waved up at the ceiling. “We’re dealing with an artificial intelligence stationed in orbit above us that may have been up there since man climbed out of the trees.”“And now it’s trying to wipe us out?”“That is the assumption, Colonel.”“So we blow it the fuck up then!”“That, my dear Colonel, might not be wise.”“Why not?”“It’s likely connected to and feeding information back to its creators. If we destroy it, they might deem it an act of war and then we may find ourselves facing an alien armada.”“So we just let it kill us?”“The disease is loosed already, Colonel. We can’t stop that, and destroying the satellite probe isn’t going to stop it. But at least now I think we know what happened to the sub and our satellites. And that thing takes about 98 minutes to make an orbit…so the next time we do something, we’ll know when to do it without the Knight capping our asses.”“Hrmph!” The Colonel grunted, clearly not satisfied with the information he’d received.“Don’t Colonel…don’t shoot it down…not yet. It’s not even likely to work. It’ll zap any incoming missile before it gets off the launch pad. You’re a bee sniping at a giant. You can plant your sting, but it’s just wasted effort until you can get close to his eye.”“Find me an eye, Doctor,” the Colonel ordered as he closed the door and disappeared.Captain Bowman had been sitting quietly.“You’re not going to tell them are you?”“I don’t know if I should,” Miles admitted. “If we’re being culled, we’ll survive…we’ll start again.”“But we have no way of knowing unless we can communicate with it and it’s not going to just send us an instagram or an email, man.”“If this thing has been here all along…if it’s what wiped out the dinosaurs…what made room for us…then maybe they’re far more smarter than us. Maybe we shouldn’t question their motives or actions. You realize if this thing’s creators are that ancient, they may not even be on the same developmental level as us.”She snorted.“You’re worried you’re pissing with the gods, right?”“What do you think we should do, Captain?” Miles for once, looked honestly perplexed.“If they made us…then they’re responsible for our drive to survive. So we do what they made us to do. We fight like motherfuckers,” she stated without the slightest waiver in her voice or attitude. “This might even be a test of some nature…to see if we will fight.”That thought had not crossed his mind. Mankind was on the verge of overpopulation…environmental collapse and also standing on the edge of transcending our own mortality by merging with machines. Tack that onto our plans to begin colonizing Mars…and it made for an interesting turning point in human development. Perhaps we were being tested…or maybe judged. If we passed, perhaps they’d welcome us to the universe. But when you didn’t even know what the questions were, how could you give the right answers? The Captain was right. When in doubt, fight. Would they honestly expect humans to go down without fighting? Surely if they were that advanced, they would understand human motives.“Go get the Colonel and tell him my opinion has changed. We should nuke the living hell out of that thing.”“They may show up to destroy us, but at least we’ll let them know we know they’re there and that we don’t like them.”“And they can kiss our asses,” Bowman added with a smirk.TO BE CONTINUED…
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