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Virus-E Part 1

The tests had shown promise. With a lift of the vial up to his face he could see the light through it, the movement of the organism inside was far too small for him to see what was going on, but the tests told him what he couldn't see, and the smile that passed over his lips made grin brightly with a soft smirk just as that vial was lowered down to rejoin the others. This virus was something spectacular, something revolutionary, something almost magical in the way that it literally devoured other viruses and bodies, bringing their cells into itself to adapt and grow an instant immunity to them. It was something that if refined could be the cure for all diseases everywhere. It could eat the very illness out of people, draw out the things in the body that make people sick, and most importantly of all it could devour cancer. This virus would never be seen as a disease, it would be a savior to all man kind. The only true question came from the point of how to refine it, what to feed it in order to make it adaptive to all diseases so that when put in a living host it would be able to test it. This virus was still in it's testing phases, but it was the potential of it that had made such a stir in the medical and science societies. It was these stirs that had given the funding to this building to be built, given them the clearance to have their faculties underground for security, and had allowed these people to work their skills at the best possible pace and tactic so that there could be no distractions and no opposition to this virus being perfected. Those that would wish to destroy something had to be seen as monsters, but what these people didn't know were the monsters the lived within the vials that they so easily coveted and protected. Monsters that won't stay hidden away forever.

These vials would need to take a bit of time to properly mix and if things go well then the virus can go under testing in only a few hours to see how it adapted to the diseases that they joined into the glass tubes with. That of course meant that the virus needed to be labeled and placed in a chill in order to better preserve it for their testing, being cautious with such a miracle cure was an obvious tactic given the limited sources that they had to draw from. Ruins in Australia were hard to come by to begin with, and of all the ruins that did exist only this one was able to provide such a unique virus to them. The virus itself not cleverly labeled, but simply stamped with letters A through F that lines the foam container holding them. Placed on a cart these vials would be moved, taken away towards the side room for refrigeration so that they could be tested on more once the mystery virus had finished feeding on what they put into it, but this time was different, this time a mistake was made, and this time the cart made a hard impact against the corner of the work station. The force of the hit caused a microscope to sway and wave, working it's way just far enough past that edge so that as it tipped it would fall down towards the floor. The movement of that white coat wearing man reached his hand down fast towards the lab tool and just as his palm wrapped around the cool metal shaft to keep it off of the floor what he didn't notice were the vials that were already popping free from their foam container. His other hand jutted out feeling two of them all land with soft chiming clicks in his hand to leave him with an easy sigh, but there it was Virus-E that managed to miss his palm, hitting his wrist and then falling down entirely into that floor.

Everything was placed on this cart after this, the remaining vials, the microscope, and while that rubber glove wearing hand reached up immediately for his nose and mouth he'd rush to the lab door. His hand slamming down fast against the wall beside it, lifting the glass cover to the bright red button and just as he'd ball his fist to push it the lights of this building glowed with a red tint, the loud siren calling out towards those that were in shock at hearing it. At first everyone was silent, everyone was still, a deadness came over this facility, and then with an immediate turn of their bodies these scientists raced towards the elevators, looking for their escape from this underground trap that they'd all volunteered to place themselves in. With some of the workers trying to make their way towards exits, three other scientists raced into this lab to see what had happened. Their friend, their partner, their colleague standing there gripping at the top of the counter with a deep growl over his voice. Clearly they could tell he was upset and while they moved towards him those eyes turned back at them, and they were taken back by what they witnessed here. The sight of their friend was still there, still present in front of them, but the look in his eyes was something of sexual hunger, some desire to release, and seeing them as the perfect vessels that he could release his already quickly building up fluids with. At least one turned to leave, but never made it out of that room, not while that virus rested in the vents as an airborne agent to wash over the entirety of the facility that it had just been released in. Arms wrapped around his body from his other friends that had entered this room with him in order to keep him still. Those around him were already starting to strip down, their clothing peeling from their strong and toned figures which housed not much in the way of muscle but still permitted there to be a good level of it if they ever needed it. This one man, though, was finding his own clothing being removed, not by these people, but by his own body, starting to move all on it's own.

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The hand that pressed against the wood of the door felt it slide across his finger tips. The movement of that swinging big of wood opening up the rest of the building to them while the long brain haired white woman stepped easily out into the hallways of this place. Her hazel eyes turning to look around slowly as she stood just shorter than the man that stepped in behind her. Neither of them reached their full six foot mark that was so common, but instead were met with what was considered to be "average height" by most. The facial figures of the two shown well their similarities, as well as their matching hair color, that would indicate the two of them to be under some kind of relation. Close enough to be thought of as brother and sister, close cousins, in some way they were very closely related, and in others they were even closer, but even through this similarity there was no shared blood between them. These two were nothing more than husband and wife brought together by their connection. The reason that they'd even come to this lab was in order to act as test subjects in this very dedicated lab's alternate "back-up" studies in case the virus somehow failed enough that they ran out of it. This study was to try and indicate just how deeply the mental connection that these two shared could go. So far it seemed to indicate that they could sense one another location, as portrayed by a maze test that they went through, as well as share emotional feelings with one another in a closer ranged proximity. While this link was impressive, it was something that the scientists believed that they could improve on and drive the two to build an even deeper connection to the point of sharing information and maybe even entire thoughts. This was a pipe dream by far, but was a hope of a few of the scientists helping to work on them. When the two exited their testing room to go home for the day their heads seemed to move in unison while something caught the edge of Rachael's eyes, forcing both to look over at the sight of a scientist that had somehow managed to completely undress himself, shoving his long and hard shaft into the once puckered rear of another down the length of the hall.

At first Matthew opened his mouth to say something, a clear step taken towards these two, but when his wife noticed that something was clearly wrong here, she immediately shook her head and stepped up to take hold of his arm, "No, Matt, this isn't right. We need to get out of here."

This brown haired man wasn't nearly as empathic as she was, if they were linked mentally somehow then it had always been clear to both of them that she was the more dominant mind between them, but even here he couldn't argue with the fact that he did suddenly notice the darkness that seemed to roll off of those people. No cognitive thought, but just thick emotional lust pouring from their very beings. The single step that he managed to take was far more than enough to draw both of their attentions though, the sight of these two climbing their way back to their feet, their heated needs so driving that it was even forcing them to stumble a bit while the two men started their way towards these two. The sound of grunting and calling echoing in the hallway, while pulling on Matthew's arm Rachael would get him moving along with her, taking her spouse from directly in front of the two approaching men and towards the elevator that they'd need to take for a swift and well placed escape. Her hand immediately slammed into the button, watching at the elevator light blinked red at them to indicate the error of the alarm being turned on only so that Matthew could start pushing it as well over and over again just to get the same results while the two started to panic.

"Matt! Their coming!" Already these two were closing around that corner, their need to release, their need to seek pleasure forcing them to grunt in every single movement that they made even while they panted and even moaned into the air itself.

Matthew turned his head away from them, looking for a way out of this, a way to get away from these two, and while he did notice another hallway right between two labs, it was clear by the movements within those labs that the scientists behind those glass walls were quite obviously leaning their colleagues across tables and pressing them up against glass to lift and drop them in constant motion that would show very clearly these men all having sticky, thick, and well heated sex with one another. It was something easy to miss at first, but the obvious smell of warm musk was thick in the air, almost choking out these two while they were forced to breath in that sticky scent. When Matthew took hold of his wife's hand he'd pull her along, making her follow him between those two labs so that he could get away from this couple that was stepping up towards them. The others that turned their eyes to see these two quickly twisted and turned to press their hands against that glass, the ones that could reach it, as if trying to push past it so that they could get at these people. The virus within them had sacrificed their intelligence to some level so that they could become people of lust, people striving for constant and never ending sex. Why it did this to them was the huge question, but by no means was such a thing going to be found easy to answer or why the virus was keeping these scientists alive just for this.

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The twist and turns of the hallways gave them one ninety degree angle after another, leaving them to cross down the many halls while they panted and felt the ever presence of these scientists and workers building up around them. It seemed that every time they managed to make their way back towards a route that they'd been there were even more, and with many of the scientists managing to escape their labs this was quickly becoming true. As they passed by another hallway that they'd been down before on their long run Rachael quickly stopped as she noticed something she hadn't before. It was a red door painted to be the same color as the wall they were running beside, but one that was clearly labeled as a maintenance section. This left her to tug on his hand so that when they heard the lust filled moaning call of those following behind them Matthew turned his gaze back to her curiously before turning to look where she was. There was no time to question it, no time to second guard, and with a pull of that handle towards them it was her husband that kept the door opened for Rachael to slip in, feeling her long brown hair waving behind her just before he'd follow her into this new room. The sight of this room was one completely different than the images of the science labs and white walls that they had gotten used to running past. This area looked much more grimy, as if the entire area was covered in oil and other filth. Pipes lined the walls now drawing these two in only one direction while they followed along the flashing red overhead lights.

When Matthew and Rachael found their way to the back wall of this place both could see where the hallway forked into a perfect "T" that left them both looking in opposite ways. "We need to find a way out, these tunnels should lead us to an emergency exit." he told his wife, turning his hazel eyes back to her quickly while she looked down the other way only to witness the sight of three maintenance workers shuffling their way much further down the hallway and around a corner which made her lose sight of them.

With how loudly Matthew had just spoken, and the echo of this tunnel down here, it left her wondering why they didn't react to his voice like the other people seemed to. It created a though that maybe these people weren't just acting on instinct and emotion, but were acting under some kind of influence. It was only unfortunate that they were looking to find a way out now so that neither could ever really find out. Then again if they were acting under influence then those three must have had something better to do than attack these two perfectly non-sexed humans. So far every person that they'd run into that had put aside every other activity that they were doing with one another in order to come after her and her husband, but when she saw those three ignore them it told her that she needed to investigate, that she needed to find out why they weren't giving these two the same attention as the others that they'd managed to ditch into this room.

Rachael turned her head back to her spouse who was wanting to find a way out of this place, and while she nodded in agreement she'd speak quickly up to her. "Yeah, let's split up. I'll take this way and see where it goes, and you take that way. We'll come back here after we find out." She informed him.

Matthew had to admit to himself that he didn't like the idea of splitting up, but trusted his wife to be able to handle her own if that did happen. It also meant that they could find an exit that much faster. The issue that the pursuing people might try and follow them down this hallway wasn't something that seemed likely with the metal door that opens away from this threshold was concerned. It gave them a nice seal and even in that case the two would be perfectly safe until they located what might be in this part of the building, something that Matthew and Rachael had both proven already that they could outrun. Even if he didn't feel the most confident in such a tactic he'd give her a nod, accepting it and leaving her to be in charge of this before turning down his own hallway to leave her be.

Once Rachael was alone she turned to follow those other people. The brown haired girl could tell that they were like the others by the way that they walked, and decided to carry herself in the most cautious way that she could. It was important to keep a distance, but she didn't want to lose them anymore than she already had so when she came around that corner and saw that they were no longer there, this girl would start her movement into what could only be described as a large round room. The water in this place was thick in the air, carrying the scents around her like an invisible fog that left her looking on until she came onto a ledge that hung over the center of this deep bowl of water. This girl didn't have the most education in city services, but she was able to witness the three of them down in the water below. As she watched them everything became more and more clear to her. The movement of their hands up and down the length of their thick shafts hid away something that she could barely see from being so far above them, but more importantly the smell of that thick musk that was coming off of those hot and sweaty balls left the girl to already feel her hand sliding up under her skirt. Her own juicy cunny feeling magnificent against those fingers even while she gasped with the fog of musky odor wrapping around her like a blanket. As she'd roll onto her back on this ledge the girl gave into the pleasure, even pulling her panties off to place them at the side while her fingers moved over that unshaven patch of brown settled right on top of her deliciously tight slit. Her staggering breath telling her everything she needed to know even as she looked up above the arch to the entrance of this room, noticing the very clear words there, "Water Processing Plant".

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Rachael's deep panting was soon replaced with the sound of her own moans mixing perfectly with the moaning tones of those below. The thick scent of the hot male musk in the air filled her lungs with their saturated fog that lifted from this heated water. The steam along down here gave her everything that her beating heart designed the smell of their hot seed already shooting down into the water supply for the surrounding town left Rachael with her fingers deep within her own drooling slit. The feeling of her fingers rubbing and grinding against that deep pussy while her skirt was pulled over over her stomach left this girl clearly moaning up into the air, her eyes closed to the experience and her need to bring herself into that hot orgasm was what left her to arch her back as her breath staggered and her toes curled against the high heels that she'd been wearing. When she felt her own fluids running from her body those eyes finally creaked open, staring up at the ceiling above her and then the sight of those three men standing over her.

Rachael gasped to this sight, she'd gotten horny and that left her careless. The movement of her body came to try and sit up, but was stopped immediately by hands pressing down on her shoulder and torso, keeping her trapped down to the ground. The movement of the people seemed like something forced, like an organism had taken over that had no idea what the human body was or even how to use it properly leaving the bodies limp, and staggered in motion. Being made to lay on her back she could see these men in tattered clothing above her, but what she could also see were the holes that were left in their pants and the exposed black dick shaped object throbbing as it housed itself around their meat. The sight of it made her eyes widen, as it was brought closer and closer down her face she could see it far more clearly. The black object seemed like some kind of cover, but the bottom of it had small tendrils that wrapped and lined the dick all spreading out towards her face to lick over her soft skin. With her voice calling out in a scream she'd be instantly silenced when the movement of that first cock filled her mouth entirely and shoved its way down her throat. Rachael's cheeks burned with a hot blush and while her body jerked against the sudden sexual experience deep down even she had to admit that she was starting to like it. Hands gripped at her blouse, taking hold of it easily in his hands so that when he jerked his grip apart the buttons would fly off in every direction and leave her large and luscious DD sized breasts swaying easily into the air back and forth just before those hands came back down to grip hold of them and trap them both in place.

She could feel that dick on her tongue, shoving its way into her throat, and she could taste the fluid that was coming off of it as what could only be described as eggs seemed to slide its way down towards her stomach. When Rachael tried to struggle, but that man sitting on her chest with his black parasite covered cock that wrapped it's tendrils around her plump tits, squeezed at her nipples and slid itself between her massive rack back and forth, kept her pinned down so that all she could smell were the heavy balls that continued to occasionally press against her nose every time she tasted that dick pushing through her lips. Her other lips were receiving their own attention, the presence of that final parasite equipped member pushed easily along her deep tunnel, shoving it's way in while the tendrils that could reach it folded down in order to worm their way into the depths of her hot rump, penetrating her at two points with only one dick. She'd give out a deep and loud moan from her throat, but even that was muffled by the presence of the dick that existed there. The feeling of their pleasure over her was something that left her moaning while she inhaled every single bit of their heated musk over her figure, and when the one sitting on her chest lifted his hips up to further thrust downward into those beautiful melons the one keeping her slit busy leaned forward to deliver a deep and long lick against that male puckered rear. The taste of salt was on the flavor and even with the receiver moaning deeply they both knew that his seed production would be increased because of it. More and more that tongue wiggled across the exit before shoving its way in all while that hard thrusting from both of them picked up immediately. All three of them were panting, moaning, and gasping their air, and with a sudden and immediate pause from all at once Rachael's body was filled at two ends, both her womb and her stomach feeling the presence of hot seed rushing into them and that downward assault would cover the front of her body, giving her a scented mark from them that left her crying out herself around that parasite in her mouth to feel her own pussy crush down and release a heavy flow of her own dripping fem-seed that left her panting while these men no longer showed interested in her and instead went back to their activities with the water supply.

Rachael was left stripped, her clothing that still remained was tattered with the thick white cream that ran from her mouth, her cunt, and her chest all at once. She felt like her body was too heavy to even bother moving at this point, but as her hand slid down her figure, sliding over that still warm cum that covered her, this girl could feel the quickly growing bulge of something deep within her womb, leaving her moaning, while her mind seemed to slowly fade into the background of her own intentions.