"It
has been found that the Toxoplasmosis parasite has the ability to
change the behavior of its host: infected rats and mice are less
fearful of cats -- in fact, some of the infected rats seek out areas
marked with cat urine. This effect is advantageous to the parasite,
which is able to proliferate if a cat eats the infected rat and thereby
becomes a carrier... Some scientists speculate that Toxoplasma may have
similar effects in humans."
Jack
and his friend Bill had polished off one six-pack and were nearing the
end of the second. They were juniors at Stanford, dorm hall-mates. They
had wandered the campus a bit, looking for some sort of action, but
there was nothing. Now they were back in Jack's room.
Bill was restless. "Hey, Jack, you know I work in the primate lab."
"Yeah, gorillas, right?"
"They've had them a long time, but they got some bonobos last year."
"No kidding. There's something about them. Aren't they the ones that fuck constantly?"
"Well, not all the time, but they do it a lot."
"I
wish chicks thought that way. I'd like Meghan to say, 'Hi, Jack, I'm
horny, wanna fuck? I know you got to study, but it will just take a
minute. Quick in and out, give me a spurt, that's all I want.' Oh,
baby!"
"Yeah, I wish." Meghan wasn't Bill's type, but a quick fuck -- a nice fantasy.
His
mind wandered from the lack of Saturday night action. He thought of
Patrice, the young female bonobo who was sick. They didn't know what
was wrong with her, and he and all the others hoped she would recover.
He wondered how she was doing over the weekend. He could check in on
her, and it would be cool to show Jack the facility. It was strictly
forbidden to bring anyone into the bonobo lab who didn't have
clearance. But hey, what harm could it do?
"You wanna go see them? The bonobos?"
"Really? You could do that?"
"I could, sure. I'm not supposed to let anyone else in, but who's gonna know?"
"Well, OK, it beats sitting around the room on a Saturday night."
It
was a half-mile walk to the bonobo lab. Bill punched in his code and
they went in. Most of the animals lived together in the enclosed
courtyard of the building, which had been modified to simulate their
natural environment.
"That's where they live mostly," Bill said.
"Where are they?"
"They have their nests over there." He pointed.
"I can't see anything."
"Well, they sleep at night."
"Can't you turn on the lights?"
Bill
laughed. "No way -- I'm not sure I could even find the lights." He
hoped Jack wouldn't start trying all the switches -- he was a bit
impulsive, especially when drunk.
"But there's one who's not in there. Patrice. She's sick. We could see her."
"OK, where is she?"
Bill
led Jack down a corridor to her room. Someone had left the lights on,
and through the window they could see Patrice, sleeping in the corner.
Bill punched in his security code again and the two entered. Patrice
didn't move.
"She's ugly," said Jack.
"Well, jeez, she's an ape."
"Whatever. They say we're like almost identical, right?"
"In the DNA, yeah."
"Can I pat her?"
"Let's see how she is." Bill went over cautiously. He spoke as if to a child. "Hi, Patrice, how are you feeling this evening?"
The ape raised her head briefly and barely opened her eyes.
"Not great, I guess."
"Yeah. So, can I pat her?"
She was too lethargic to pose much danger. "Yeah, if you're gentle."
Jack
stroked Patrice's back. Bill couldn't read bonobo emotions so well yet,
but there was no evidence of any distress. "I wonder where her pussy
is. Does it look different from all that fucking?"
Bill was
uneasy when Jack moved his hand down between her legs. He'd never dared
to touch a bonobo there -- he'd never seen any of the staff do it
either, but Patrice didn't seem to mind.
"I don't know about that, Jack."
"Hey,
it's natural, right? And she'll let me know if she doesn't like it. I
wonder if she gets turned on from rubbing... Her sex part does look
pretty funny, doesn't it? ... But there's her hole... Shit, I'm getting
hard just looking at it. I haven't had any pussy in ages."
"Yeah, right, Jack," said Bill. But he noticed his own cock stirring just a little.
Jack
kept rubbing her vulva. Suddenly Patrice turned onto her back and
spread her legs wide and looked up at Jack expectantly, if groggily.
"Jesus! She's asking for it."
Bill was astonished.
"She's ugly, but she's got a pussy. You think I could? What a story!"
"Yeah, right," said Bill. "Fucking a bonobo. That will be the day."
And
then in a flash Jack's pants were down, he mounted the little she ape
and stuck his cock right at her ape pussy. "Unnnh, unnnh, unnnh!" he
said with a laugh. Patrice lay unmoving in her obviously receptive
position. "Getting my rocks off in a monkey! She sure is tight!"
Bill
couldn't believe his eyes, then he was horrified. He was also drunk,
and it took him a few seconds before he reacted. "Are you crazy? Get
off of her!"
Jack laughed and got off at once. "Oh well, I barely got into her."
"Do you realize what kind of trouble I'd get into if anyone saw that? Or how she could rip you apart if she got pissed at you?"
"Hey, man. It was just a joke," he said refastening his pants.
Bill ushered Jack out hurriedly, and his friend didn't object.
When
they got back to the dorm, Jack took a shower. In retrospect, the idea
that he'd tried to fuck an ape was disgusting, and he scrubbed his dick
thoroughly.
Towards morning he woke up with fever and chills. If
it was a hangover, it was unlike any hangover he'd ever had. But by the
afternoon he felt OK and went about his routine.
In the dining
hall that evening he noticed the chicks all looked especially hot. He
was aware of wanting to fuck them all, even the fat ugly ones. He
smiled as he realized they looked a lot better than that ape. But then
the ape had been naked and spread her legs for him. These girls didn't
do that. At least not without a lot of hard work and some luck, and
then not the pretty ones.
Man, he was horny. When he got back to
his room he thought about jerking off, which would be his usual
solution to the problem. But he didn't feel like it. He wanted the real
thing. To get into a pussy. The desire burned like never before, and
that was saying a lot.
Walking to the bathroom he went right by
Meghan's door. And there she sat in her bathrobe. Shit. His cock got so
hard he couldn't take a leak when he got to the men's room. Shit, why
couldn't they just fuck? It was natural, right? He turned around and
walked back. No one was looking, and with his heart pounding he walked
right into Meghan's room and closed the door behind him.
"Uhh, hi Jack, what can I do for you?" said Meghan, looking up with an uncertain smile.
"Did
I ever get to tell you just how amazingly beautiful you are?" He
quickly moved behind her and started rubbing her shoulders.
"Ummm, I don't know as you did, and that's very nice, but, um, you gotta leave." She sounded alarmed.
"Oh,
come on, baby. You're so sexy, how about a little quickie? I'm so
fucking horny." His hands moved around to her breasts, which he cupped
firmly.
Meghan scrambled up out of the chair and faced him. "No! No, no, no! Now get out!"
Her
words inflamed Jack even more. "Fuck it. I'm gonna have you, now shut
up!" he said with a furious intensity. He would not be denied. He
shoved her onto the bed, and pulled down his pants to free his erection.
Meghan cowered back against the wall, clearly frightened.
"Jack," she said. "Come on, now Jack..." she tried softly.
"Spread 'em!" he commanded. "Let me at you. Or else!" He balled up his fist.
The color drained from Meghan's face, but she lay back and spread her legs.
"Ha! Look! No panties! I knew you wanted it!"
Meghan whimpered, "But... But I was just airing out... Never mind..."
Jack
was on her in a flash. He roughly opened her nightgown to reveal her
breasts. Big and full. But her pussy was what he wanted. It was right
there. He dove for it, spreading her cunt lips roughly with his
fingers. He pressed his twitching cock forward when it was right
opposite her opening, and then he shoved. Even with just his tip in, it
felt fantastic -- hot and tight. He realized the few times he'd done it
had always been with a condom, and this was way better. He pressed
hard, and harder still when her pussy resisted. His rapid fucking
motion drove him in deeper with each stroke. He'd do it to her and give
her his load. It was natural. No holding back to make her happy --
something he'd never succeeded at before anyway. He bottomed out, and
it felt incredibly right to have gotten into her all the way. With a
few more stabs, in and out like lightning, the pleasure built fast and
then broke. He moaned and felt the warmth of ecstasy spread from his
loins to his entire body. His cock was twitching and shooting gobs of
his jism into the hot girl. Before many seconds he was done and pulled
out, totally satisfied.
Something was a little strange, though.
What had he just done? This was called rape, right? But why was it
wrong? It was mating. Natural. He'd never seen it so clearly before.
"You won't tell anyone, right?" he said.
Meghan hesitated.
"I'm sorry," he said, "I don't know what came over me. Jeesh. You won't tell, right?"
Meghan shook her head tentatively.
"Man,"
he said to himself with a little smile, putting himself back together
and letting himself out, shutting the door behind him.
He'd
apologized because he thought he ought to, and he realized it would be
bad if she told. But he didn't really regret it. It felt fantastic. He
wondered why he hadn't done that before. Just taken what he wanted.
Meghan
sat on her bed. She was numb. Incredulous. She'd been raped. They kept
saying it was common, but she'd never really believed it could happen
to her.
But somewhat to her surprise, she wasn't feeling totally
horrible. Her pussy was a little sore, but there had been nothing
physically traumatic about it. She'd had sex with boyfriends before,
and it was exciting to see them go for it at the end, that masculine
power and frantic urgency as they crammed and even overfilled her
private space. Of course she was usually looking up at them in her own
afterglow, as they satisfied her before going for their own pleasure.
Her rapist hadn't, of course. But she'd found herself getting wet even
as he was threatening her, and realized she was pretty well lubricated
by the time he had shafted her all the way. The feel of his penis was
different, too -- she'd never had one in her without a condom before.
It felt nicer, she realized with some shame. And then he'd unloaded up
inside her. She reached down and ran her finger through the goop that
was oozing out of her and sniffed it. Yeah, definitely different from
pussy juice after condom sex. She'd smelled semen before in the early
days when she'd given hand jobs. She'd even tasted it a couple times --
blech. The thing was, she was ashamed to admit that it was kind of
thrilling in a horrifying way to get just taken like that.
A big
part of her also felt violated, degraded, dirtied: raped. But that was
what she expected, and the other part was more interesting, more
curious.
She knew what she was supposed to do. The rape hotline
phone number was posted everywhere. A series of sympathetic women would
let her vent her feelings, take down her story, swab her vagina, and
help her fill out forms. There'd be no doubt they'd had intercourse --
a great gob of his DNA was in her that very moment. But of course there
would eventually be a trial, and his lawyers would claim she had
consented, and it would be her word against his. And once she told, it
would be public, the news spreading everywhere. Oh, her identity would
be withheld, but people would find out. They always did. Poor Meghan,
the rape victim.
She was aware of that big part of her that felt
furious. Indignant. That wanted to see Jack suffer. But there was
another part of her that reflected on what had happened a different
way. A mere physical act. A cock up her pussy, something she'd welcomed
and enjoyed many times. She wasn't sure how horrified she wanted to
feel. How like a victim. That's the role she'd be called on to play.
Indignant victim, wronged woman. And it would take the rest of the
evening at least. She'd never get her physics problem set done.
All
she had to do was look on the desk for the number -- heck, it was
visible from where she sat, on the sheet of important phone numbers
she'd taped to the wall. All she had to do was pick up her cell and
dial. And walk to the health center. But one minute went by. Then
another, and she just sat. She was still sitting in her dorm room,
which was exactly as it had been an hour earlier. In so many ways, the
world had not changed one bit. She really needed to do well on the next
physics test.
What had changed was that she had sperm in her
pussy. She was on the pill, so that wasn't a problem. Did Jack have
some STD? She could deal with that possibility by just going to the
health center to get tested. It was totally routine. She'd had a
roommate who had done that, who came back relieved and said it was easy.
But
for now she'd take a shower. Her thoughts continued in the same vein as
she got ready and walked down the hall. The water felt good. She
reached inside to try to dig some of the sperm out of her, but it
didn't look like she was getting anything. That asshole Jack. He raped
her and she should go after him. But conflict always made her really
uncomfortable. The physics problem she had been working on when she was
so rudely interrupted came back. It sure was a lot easier to just go
back to studying. And that's what she did.
Jack
reflected on how fantastic and 'right' his sex with Meghan had been. He
knew she could rat on him and he'd be in big trouble. And part of him
felt guilty. But it would be her word against his, right?
Instead
of feeling satisfied, though, he felt his urges as strongly as ever. If
he could just go in and fuck Meghan, why not other girls?
There
was Anne, who lived down a floor. Anne was kind of fat, but as he
thought about her now his mind focused on the hot, wet cave she surely
had between her legs. He had gotten the feeling she liked him. It was
subtle, but he was pretty sure. He wondered if she'd do it with him.
He'd have to pretend to like her. The idea of pretending used to bother
him, but now he wasn't sure why.
He stopped by her room at 11pm,
and after a little conversation he suggested they take a walk. She did
most of the talking, and he gave appropriate little answers. He
realized she bored him, or more to the point, there was something he
wanted a lot more than her conversation. His cock would briefly rise a
little each time he thought about it.
He tentatively took her
hand, and she smiled and squeezed it. After several more minutes of
walking and talking, he asked if she'd like to come back to his room
and look at a cool YouTube video on his laptop. She hesitated but
agreed. Then she stood in a way which let him know she hoped he'd kiss
her. He didn't really feel like it, but it was a means to an end, and
he kissed her anyway.
And 45 minutes later, at 2:15am, there
they were, on his bed, his hand right on her panty crotch, her only
other garment a practical, ordinary bra. He started tugging her panties
down, waiting for her to lift her butt. He was in just his briefs.
"Jack, that's a great idea, and I'd love to, but not quite yet, OK? It's awfully soon."
Oh,
great. A whole evening and it would come to this. He felt the same
intensity start to burn in him as he'd felt in Meghan's room a few
hours earlier. "But you're so sexy, Anne, I feel like I'm gonna burst.
I've just got to have it!"
"Oh, that's great you want me so much, but not yet, OK?"
"Oh, come on, Anne!"
"Um, you want a hand job?"
"No, I don't want a hand job!"
"I've never done fellatio before," she said.
"Nah,
it's got to be the real thing." Women throughout time have been less
than thrilled and men just had to take them anyway. The survival of the
species required it. His mind was made up.
He whipped off his underpants to free his bulging stiff cock.
"Jack!" she said. "No!"
He tried pulling down her panties but she held them up.
"Cut it out!"
"Ah, c'mon, I gotta have it!" he said. "You'll like it too." He mounted her.
"No!" she said with sudden firmness, twisting under him.
He
felt no illusion of affection any more. "Hey. You lie there and take
it!" he said with menace, as he grabbed her head and shook it from side
to side.
Anne stopped struggling and looked to one side, tears brimming in her eyes.
Fine,
whatever. He pulled her panty crotch to the side and nosed his cock tip
into a copious growth of hair. But there was an indentation when he
pressed, a clear indication of where her hole was. And with harsh,
insistent thrusts, he felt his cock tip break through from hair into
smoothness. Anne's body stiffened momentarily but she didn't struggle.
It was tight; he wondered if she was a virgin. But she was also wet and
hot, and he insistently burrowed in, deeper and deeper. When he was in
all the way he started his vigorous fuck. It was so natural, he
thought. But mostly he thought about how it felt great. In well under a
minute he felt the ecstasy approach and then break in a wholly
satisfactory manner. Ejaculating into a pussy was so great he wondered
if he'd ever jerk off again.
When he caught his breath, he started dressing. "You won't tell?" he said.
"No," Anne said after the briefest hesitation, and she started dressing too.
"Good,"
he said, satisfied. He realized now that raped girls didn't always just
report it. It was a total pain in the ass for them too.
Anne's
rage welled up as soon as she was down on her own floor. She went
straight to the health center. They took her story, took her vaginal
swab, and had her fill out forms.
And the next morning the campus police knocked on Jack's door and took him in for questioning.
He was worried. But all I have to say is she consented, he said to himself. Make up a simple story and stick to it.
Meghan
started feeling feverish the next day during physics. The symptom
reminded her that she had to go to the health center for an STI test,
though she thought you had to wait a while before they could detect
anything. She dragged herself through the rest of the day. At intervals
throughout the day, the awareness of her rape surged back with a
vengeance, and she felt rage. But she also was aware of the primal
satisfaction of being mated, quick and simple, straight to the point.
In
bed that night, she found the rage had lessened and the memory of
satisfaction strengthened. She also felt like strangling Jack, watching
the life ebb slowly out of his eyes as a wire noose dug viciously into
his throat. Then the image shifted to his being on top of her thrusting
urgently, bringing them to simultaneous orgasm before she pulled the
wire noose so very tight. And she imagined his cock still pulsing into
her pussy even as he died.
By the time she awoke the next day,
she felt all better. She'd been raped, but somehow it didn't bother her
the way she thought it would. The excitement of Jack's just taking her
was strong in her mind. Of course he wanted to take her. That's what
men wanted, to fuck, so who could blame them if they just went for it
sometimes? And it felt good to her. It wasn't politically correct, for
sure. But if she felt that way about it, who had the right to tell her
she shouldn't? Why didn't girls just say yes more often?
Throughout
the day she thought that if any of the guys who'd come on to her over
the past few months tried again, she'd be interested. She had dinner
with a couple girl friends, as usual, but she was distracted because
most of the boys looked very sexy. She was aware as never before of
just wanting them. By the middle of the evening the feeling had grown
uncomfortably strong.
Carl lived a couple doors down, and he'd made it pretty clear he was attracted to her.
"Hi, Carl," she said in her sweetest voice, coming into his room. "How are you?"
"Umm, pretty good Meghan, how are you?"
"Oh, I don't know, kind of lonely. You mind if I shut the door?"
"Um, no! That's fine."
"You mind giving me a hug?"
She was not at all surprised to find he didn't mind in the least.
As they stood hugging, she moved her legs so her crotch was pressing against his thigh.
"Oh, sorry..." she said, feigning self-consciousness. "It's just I kind of miss it sometimes, really bad. You know what I mean?"
"Um, about wanting to do it? Sure, yeah. I miss it a lot."
"Would you, um, do you think you could do me a favor, just this once? I know it's a lot to ask."
"You mean, like, um, do it with you?" He sounded like he didn't believe his good fortune.
"Well, yeah, kind of."
They kissed, and his hands roamed. He wasn't experienced, but she didn't care.
He fumbled with the buttons on her blouse, but she diverted him, her desire rising suddenly to frightening strength.
"I'm so hot, I don't want to wait for that. Down here!" she said, moving his hand lower.
Despite his inexperience the feeling of fingers on her crotch rapidly made her pussy go from moist to wet.
"Oh,
I'm ready -- just do it, OK?" she said, pulling down her jeans and
panties all in one motion but leaving them around her ankles, spreading
her legs wide.
"Um, OK, gee, what about protection?" Carl said,
taking his shoes and socks off quickly before removing his own pants
and briefs.
"Oh, to heck with that. I'm feeling reckless."
He mounted her, his face brimming with excitement.
"In you go!" she said, aiming his cock.
He
gasped when his tip first made contact with feminine warmth. He grinned
and pressed, working his penis into her. It fit very nicely, she
thought. He whimpered and made a series of short frantic strokes as she
felt his organ swell, and then he climaxed. She didn't feel the spurts,
but she knew he was pumping sperm into her. The motion felt kind of
nice, but she was nowhere near an orgasm. It was getting him into her
that was so incredibly satisfying. She thought women worried way too
much about orgasms.
When he regained his breath, he began kissing her all over her hair and face.
"Oh, that was great, Carl," she said, shaking her head to stop his attentions. "That was just what I wanted."
Taking the hint, he let his penis slide out and rolled off.
She pulled up her panties and jeans.
"Thanks, Carl. I feel very satisfied."
"Um, no problem! I mean, wow. Who ever thought --"
"Bye, Carl."
She
was feeling giddy with excitement. That's all a girl had to do to get
laid. The boys wanted to fuck her, and she wanted to get fucked, pure
and simple, and it all worked out very well.
"Hey, Bill," she
said in the hallway, Carl's sperm oozing out onto her panties. "I'm
feeling kind of horny. Would you be willing to just do it to me?"
"Um, I do have to study..."
"Oh, it can be really quick. Any way you like. I just want to get it -- from you!"
Bill gulped, while Meghan took him by the hand and towed him to her room.
"Wait!" he said, then whispered, "I've got some condoms in my room."
"Oh, it's OK, there's no need for that."
But
he insisted. Minutes later they were on her bed. Once again she saw no
need to really get undressed; exposing her pussy and opening her legs
worked fine even if her ankles had to stay together.
Bill
fumbled with the condom, but in half a minute he had it on and needed
little encouragement to go plunging right in without delay.
"Oh, man does that feel good! But I better slow down --"
"No, don't worry! Just got for it! Come in me!"
Bill
smiled at her, closed his eyes, and pumped like crazy. Within ten
seconds she heard the gasp that meant he was finished. He quickly
withdrew, peeled off the condom, and put himself together.
"That was great," he said, making to leave but obviously uncomfortable.
"Yeah, just what I wanted!" she said, totally truthfully. Her smile put him at ease and he was gone.
But she wanted more. She was in a dorm full of horny guys. It shouldn't be hard to get what she wanted -- and indeed it wasn't.
"I
don't understand," said Mrs. Worthington. "The night before last you
told us Jack raped you, and now you're saying he didn't."
"That's right."
"Well, did you consent or not?"
"Yeah, I did. I know I said yesterday I didn't, but I think I did."
"You
don't have to protect him, you know. There's no excuse for rape, and
it's important to stop men, or else they'll just go on raping one girl
after another." She paused between sentences, hoping to get through to
this girl. "You'll end up feeling better about yourself if you do the
right thing... I know it might be uncomfortable, but you're taking a
stand for all women... You don't want to find out some other girl got
raped and you could have prevented it, do you?"
Anne giggled. "I
think it would be fine if Jack raped another girl. Girls don't know
what they're missing. Guys need to do it, and it feels awfully good to
get it. I was a virgin, but now I know better."
Mrs. Worthington
stared. When she said no more, Anne said, "Sorry to waste your time
yesterday, but I don't want to press charges -- I mean, it wasn't
really rape at all."
"But... but you really don't mean that about other girls, right? Not when you think about it?"
Carl
was giddy. He knocked on Anne's door. He might have to rape her, but he
just needed to deliver his load up her pussy. She might be fat and she
might be kind of prudish, but he needed to do it to her.
"Oh, hi, Carl, come on in." she said. When the door was closed, she continued, "Say, you wanna fuck me?"
"Boy, do I!" he said, somewhat surprised at her reaction. His erection pulsed to hardness.
"Goody!" said the girl. She knelt on her bed, flipped up her dress and pulled down her panties.
He
didn't need to pull his pants down further than a few inches. Cock
penetrated pussy quickly. In ten seconds semen pulsed deep into the
girl's snatch.
"Oh, that was fantastic!" said Anne.
"Yeah, sure was!" said Carl.
Ninety
seconds after knocking, he closed the door behind him. Hardly anything
had changed, except that a bit of the fluid from his loins was now
swimming around up inside her.
The
compulsion to fuck ever-increasing numbers of the opposite sex spread
like wildfire through the Stanford campus. A particular pair might do
it again if no one else was around, but the urge was for new partners.
Quick matings between the already infected like Carl and Anne happened
with increasing frequency. But the most intense drive was to do it with
a reluctant or hesitant partner -- someone you figured hadn't had sex
lately or at all. That was the most important thing, not how attractive
they were.
The men spread their infection by a bit of seduction
and a lot of rape. They had to be careful in the latter, though, and
they still frequently found themselves brought in for questioning or
booking.
But it was girls like Meghan who quickly spread their
shared infection far and wide. On the street, she got so she could spot
those who could be easily tempted. A drunk could usually be persuaded
to step into an alley and press his cock up under her skirt. With a
deft hand motion and a little pelvic maneuvering, Meghan quickly
aligned it so the man's thrust drove it into the wet hole he was
instinctively seeking. Seconds later it disgorged its load. Meghan felt
wonderful every time and could easily take a dozen in an evening. And
then it was the men's turn. A little over a day later, after each had a
brief episode of fever and chills, the world had a dozen new rapists to
contend with.
Palo Alto has plenty of people who are just
passing through. Within days, academics leaving a prestigious
conference were carrying the condition back to every corner of the
globe. It spread even more rapidly through a more impulsive poorer
segment of society, and some of its members are always on the move to
different cities.
Police in Palo Alto tallied up a mind-boggling
number of rape reports. Compared to a usual of one or two a month, 95
in one week. Just as surprising was that the vast majority of the women
withdrew their accusations within a day or two . Many didn't say much
more than that, but some did report a sudden interest in sexual
promiscuity. Three male detectives reported being propositioned by
these women after their change of heart. Some of the accused men
reported a suddenly increased sexual interest as well. The authorities
urged everyone in the area to use extreme caution in sexual encounters
with new partners, and urged women to be especially vigilant about the
danger of sexual assault.
It became a front-page national news
story, and frantic parents of Stanford students arrived to take their
children home and away from danger. Many were already infected, and the
condition was soon spreading through their home towns.
Walking
the streets of New York, Meghan was getting a lot of sex, and she'd
never felt better. Some men refused, of course. Some gave as their
reason the fear that she would accuse them of rape. To meet that
objection, she printed many copies of this form:
"I, Meghan
McDonald, of 555 Washington Street, Manhattan, hereby certify that I am
over the age of 18 years and that I have consented to this sexual
encounter. I furthermore guarantee that I shall not publicize this
encounter in any fashion and will deny its existence if asked."
Pulling
a copy out was most often met with amusement, but a few men stuffed one
in their pocket before following Meghan to some secluded spot for a
quick score.
With as many as 50 sexual partners a day, she might
have expected to get sore from the friction of penises going in and
out. But the encounters were usually very quick, and previous
ejaculations provided extra lubrication. But she did develop sores
which put a damper on her activity. The doctor diagnosed it as
gonorrhea. When asked if she had had recent sexual activity with a new
partner, her "yes" was accompanied by giggles. His jaw dropped when she
said he'd love it if he'd just do her in a quickie right there in the
examining room.
A
thought flashed through Rachel Johnson's mind and her brow furrowed.
She thought another few minutes. She was a grad student in primatology,
not an infectious disease specialist. Would they laugh at her? Adam
Schwartz had been in med school while she was in college, and now he
was doing a residency in infectious diseases. She felt pretty sure he
at least wouldn't laugh, so she gave him a call. After the
preliminaries, she got to her point:
"You know this wild promiscuity thing that's sweeping the country?"
"In my field it's on everyone's mind these past few days. And it's not just this country, it's showing up other places too."
"I guess in this day and age nothing stays in a single country for long. Do they know what's causing it?"
"It
sure looks like an infectious agent. The pattern fits perfectly. You
have an infected individual who has unprotected sex with someone. There
are frequent reports of a mild fever within the first 24 hours, and
then the person is themselves sexually supercharged, which shows up as
promiscuity in females and aggression in men."
"So do they know what the agent is?"
"No idea, but of course it's only been a few days."
"Well, I had this crazy idea. I hate to even mention it, because it's not my field."
"Hey, ideas are always good."
"They say this thing started at Stanford, right?"
"Yeah, that sounds right. Somewhere around there."
"Did you know there's a primate lab at Stanford?"
"Sounds vaguely familiar. Did they have a famous gorilla?"
"Yeah, they've had gorillas for a long time, but in the past year they got a small group of bonobos."
"Oh, yeah, the pygmy chimps, right?"
"Right.
There are only a dozen other places in the US with any bonobos, and
most of those are zoos. Just a couple are research labs."
"OK."
"So you know what bonobos are famous for?"
"Um, constant sex between all different individuals no matter the relationship?"
"That's
right. Suppose there's a link? Something that makes the bonobos behave
the way they do that crossed over into the human population?"
There
was a mere moment's silence. "Holy shit, Rachel! That is one hell of a
coincidence, and it fits. If the infectious agent affects behavior, it
could be what causes the bonobos to do that, and it does the same in
people!"
"We always assumed the bonobo sex pattern was a
behavioral adaptation on the part of the bonobos, but what if it's some
bug affecting the bonobos for its own ends?"
"Like toxoplasmosis."
"Right! Or rabies!"
"To
this point, those two were the only cases we knew where it looks like a
microorganism influences human behavior in a specific way. It hasn't
been proven, but the evidence is pretty good."
"So, it's not a crazy idea?"
"No! I've got to post this right away! Talk to you later."
"But -- "
And
thus it happened that Adam Schwartz and not Rachel Johnson got credit
for the crucial bonobo connection. Others claimed to have thought of it
independently, and it was true that the link was sitting in plain view.
Tissue
samples were taken from most of the bonobos in captivity. The problem
was alarming enough that two elderly bonobos were sacrificed so their
brains could be studied, despite bonobos being a severely endangered
species.
The syndrome was called Infectious Hypersexuality Disorder, or IHD for short.
By
comparing bonobos with infected and uninfected people, progress was
rapid. In a matter of months the offending agent was found to be a
virus. A diagnostic test was rushed into production.
But development of a vaccine was maddeningly slow.
Evan Lothrop was 14. He lived in a comfortable suburb with his mother, father, and 17-year-old sister Allie.
Like
most boys, he had sex on the brain. Getting a girl to do it with him
was his idea of heaven, but things with peers were very complicated. So
he had been dumbfounded while walking downtown when a lovely young
woman had approached him with a friendly smile and asked if he was
interested in sex, quickly clarifying she meant just for fun, not
money. She was too pretty and fresh to fit any prostitute stereotypes
-- heck, she was wearing a pink T-shirt and a knee-length black skirt.
She said she just thought he was sexy and wanted him to do it to her.
He was always a cautious guy and this was very unexpected, so he
refused, but now he cursed himself. To get to do it to a girl like her,
just because she thought he was hot!
It struck him shortly after
the encounter that she might be one of the infected ones from that
recent news story. But to him and his friends it sounded like a dream
come true -- lots of girls who wanted to get laid. They said if a guy
caught it, it made him want sex a lot too, but he and his friends
didn't quite get it -- they all wanted sex so much they couldn't
imagine wanting it more.
Luke came over to Evan's house Monday afternoon with a big smile on his face.
"Well, I did it! Lost my virginity. Did it with three different girls this weekend."
"You're kidding... No, you went downtown?"
"Yeah,
it was like you said. It was no problem finding them. Fucking is
everything I dreamed of and more. And this way, there's no dating,
commitment, foreplay, or any of that. Just a babe who spreads her legs
and invites you in. Man is it fantastic." He mimed a half dozen
thrusting motions with his hips and gave an orgasmic groan.
Evan's
cock surged strongly to erection within his pants as he imagined the
scene. He felt envy for Luke's experience, to be sure, but there was
more than that. Luke was usually a kind of awkward, dissatisfied kid --
it was one thing they had in common -- but now he seemed relaxed and
confident.
"You ought to come down next weekend. Or even better, tomorrow. Blow off school."
"Yeah, right."
"No, I'm serious. Whatever good is school, anyway?"
This wasn't like Luke at all, but Evan found his friend's new attitude mesmerizing.
"Say, you got anything to eat?"
"Sure."
They headed to the kitchen, where Luke's mother was sorting bills.
"Hi, Mrs. Lothrop."
"Oh, hi, Luke. How are you?"
"Fine, fine, thanks."
They grabbed a bag of chips and sodas and headed back to Evan's room.
On
the way, Evan handed the food to Luke and stopped by the bathroom.
After the noise of his peeing finished, he heard a murmur of voices,
and then suddenly his mother's voice raised in anger. Something wasn't
right, and he raced back into the kitchen.
Kyle had pinned his mother against the wall and his right hand was groping down under her dress.
"What the fuck?" roared Evan.
Kyle turned in confusion, but within a second put on his confident smile. "Oh, hey, man," he said.
"Out of my house!" said his mother firmly.
"Oh, hey, sure, if that's what you want. I just thought you might like a little excitement."
"Out!"
"I'm
going, I'm going..." said Kyle, sauntering off to get his pack from
Evan's room. Evan was furious and had the impulse to beat the shit out
of his friend. But he wasn't sure how such a contest would turn out,
his mother probably wouldn't approve (would she?), and he was a
cautious guy.
Once he had locked the door on Kyle's retreating back, Evan raced to his mother.
"Are you OK?"
"Yeah. Did Kyle have sex with one of those girls?"
Ordinarily
he wouldn't share his friend's confidences for the world. But this was
different. "Uhhh, yeah, he just told me he was downtown this weekend."
"Well, then he's dangerous. Just like they're saying on TV."
Evan was silent, taking in the new situation.
"We've
got to spread the word. Make sure he doesn't try to rape anyone else's
mother..." She paused, a horrified expression on her face. "Or his own
mother! Not to mention all his peers... Oh, shit!"
Evan set to
work posting to Twitter and Facebook. His mother called Kyle's mother,
and he overheard her half of the conversation.
"Hello? You're
Kyle's mother? ... Look, this is Evan's mother ... Yes, fine, thank you
-- actually, not so fine. Your son just tried to rape me. I think he's
infected... What? ... You're kidding! ... Really? ... Huh? OK, bye."
Her face was blank with astonishment as she hung up.
"What did she say?"
"She
said I shouldn't tell lies about her son. And even if he was 'forward',
I shouldn't be so uptight. Society's too uptight. All these accusations
about rape have gotten out of hand." She looked at Evan with panic.
"She's infected too!"
"Let's figure. They say it takes 24 hours,
right? If he did the first girl Saturday, then by Sunday he'd show the
behaviors, and if he raped his mother Sunday, then by today... whoa, it
fits!"
"And if you hadn't come in to stop him, I'd be the same
way in 24 hours!" She shuddered. "You can't go over to his house ever,
right? His mother would try to seduce you."
"Mom, I wouldn't do
my friend's mother!" But he reflected that if he hadn't been
forewarned, and she'd come on really strong... "Should we call the
police?"
"No, they say the police are flooded with complaints, and then the women always say to drop the matter once the bug kicks in."
"But you didn't get infected, right?"
"No, but still. Do you know any girls who might be vulnerable? Like friends of Kyle's?"
Evan's
heart sank. He could think of a half dozen girls the two of them were
kind of friendly with. He and his mother set to work trying to notify
them. Fortunately, the TV stories had already made a lot of girls
cautious. But evidently Kyle had already gotten to Justine, as he found
out the next morning on his way to school.
"Hey, Evan!" said the
girl, just coming out of her house, with a big smile. She was kind of
average in attractiveness all around, but that made her plenty
attractive. And for the first time in his life he learned what it felt
like when a girl came on to him. The woman downtown was different,
because he didn't know her. But he'd known Justine for years, and the
change in her behavior was amazing.
"Hi, Justine," he said guardedly.
"You
sure are handsome, you know. I've dreamed about you... Would you like
to come back into my house and, you know, make out and stuff?"
"Now?" He was stalling for time.
"Why not?"
"School starts in fifteen minutes."
"Oh, school. Whatever. We can go as far as you want," she said with the most alluring smile.
"No, no thanks!" he said.
"Am I that ugly?" she said with a playful pout.
"No, but you're infected with that bug! Who'd you do it with? Kyle? He tried to rape my mother. Did he rape you?"
After a brief hesitation, she said, "He showed me how great sex can be."
"But did he ask? Did you say yes?"
Justine
looked aside. "Well, not technically. And I was a little uncertain, I
guess. But he just nudged me to see how hung up we all are about sex.
It's all so clear now." She put her arms around his neck and pressed
her crotch against his leg. "You sure I can't interest you?" she said
sweetly. "I can see you're interested," she continued with a smile as
she felt his erection at the front of his pants.
"No!" he said, pushing her away roughly and stalking off to school.
Evan
was awakened by a scream in the night. He leapt out of bed in just his
underwear and raced to his sister Allie's room and turned on the
overhead light. He found his father wrestling with her. For the first
time in his life, he saw his father's erect cock as he struggled to
expose his sister enough to fuck it into her. Evan added his own roar
to his sister's screams and began punching and wrestling with his
father.
"Hold it, hold it!" said his father, who apparently
realized he was outmatched and retreated to the far side of the room.
He was totally naked and seemed unembarrassed by his erection, which
gradually subsided as they talked. Their mother appeared in the doorway.
"Hey,
kids, no big deal," he said with an easy smile. "I just thought it was
time Allie learned how great sex is, but I guess she's not ready yet.
You don't know what you're missing, honey," he said, still smiling.
"Get out of the house!" said her mother firmly.
"Ah, c'mon, I live here too," he said. "What's the big deal?"
"You've been infected and you're a danger to us all!"
"I've just discovered the truth, that's all. You guys will in time, and if not, that's your problem."
"So you're not going to leave?"
"No way."
"Allie, Evan, get dressed, we're leaving."
The
two kids needed no convincing. They needed a place to stay, and despite
the late hour, their mother called her friends the Chens across town.
With temporary beds made up and the Chens having retreated to their own
bedroom, it was just the three of them. The two females started
sobbing. Evan's eyes teared up.
They went over again and again
what had happened, filling Allie in on the earlier scene with Kyle,
speculating about how the world was going to manage.
But something was clearly bothering their mother beyond what they were discussing.
"What is it, mom?" insisted Allie.
Suddenly Evan felt a cold pang in his stomach when it hit him. "Dad did it to you earlier, right?"
His
mother didn't deny it. "Well, I didn't know! We are a married couple,
after all. Things had tailed off over the years, and I was thrilled he
was so interested... well, this is too much information, isn't it..."
"Oh, mom!" said Allie, sobbing again. "It's not your fault, of course. But does that mean you'll..."
"I hope not, I mean, how could a person ever...?" but she trailed off, looking stricken.
Sure
enough, not that night but the following one Evan was awakened when his
mother came into the Chens' downstairs den where he was sleeping.
"Hi, son," she said, in a voice that was all too calm.
"Yes, mom?" he said, alert and wary.
"You
know, we all made way too much of a big deal out of this. We should go
move back in with your father. It really is time Allie learned about
how great sex is... High time."
"No!"
"And you... you're not getting any either, are you?"
"No, forget it! We knew this would happen, right? You're infected too!"
"Well, now I finally see how things are."
But
Evan was already up the stairs and calling for the Chens. They'd
foreseen this possibility and discussed it earlier. His mother didn't
object as Mr. and Mrs. Chen drove her back to join their father. She
didn't object when they explained that she should leave her car with
Allie, who would need it so she could be independent and ferry Evan
around.
It was brother and sister, alone in the living room. Allie sobbed, and Evan finally lost it and sobbed right along with her.
She tentatively reached for his hand. "You swear you've never done it?"
"I swear. You too?"
"Yes! Well..."
"What?" Evan was alarmed.
"I did some stuff, but long before this virus hit."
"Oh, OK." He couldn't help a little smile.
"You promise you won't do it with anyone?"
"Yeah, and you too?"
"Of course."
After
a moment, Evan withdrew his hand. He felt a tension. He had no interest
in his sister and never had, but if he'd given in when he was downtown,
he would have been trying to rape her before their father did. And if
her father had gotten into her, she'd be trying to seduce him. Could a
virus really do that to a person's mind? Evidently it could.
"So dad must have cheated on mom," said Allie.
"Yeah. But if you saw how those girls come on to you..."
Similar
dramas unfolded throughout every community and every culture. Teen boys
were especially susceptible to the charms of women. Teen girls were
initially too trusting, raised in a modern culture where girls and boys
could mix easily as friends,.
The infected were all confident and optimistic, enjoying quick, hot sex with anyone they could. They didn't see any problem.
The
uninfected, by contrast, were worried and anxious. They retreated into
larger household groups for protection. They could never be sure when
one of their women who had been attacked might suddenly try to seduce
every male in sight. Far more ominous was what happened if one of their
menfolk had succumbed to temptation. And especially for men, the allure
of endless sex with willing partners could be a sore temptation indeed.
Some young men secretly partook of free pussy with the scrupulous use
of condoms, but they of course ran a certain risk of failure. An
infected woman's hand that had some of her own secretions on it could
infect a man if she grasped his unshielded cock. But those who resisted
their initial temptations could see how the mindset caused by the virus
was profoundly threatening to the fabric of civilization. Fortunately
for the uninfected communities, the virus did not imbue its victims
with a great deal of subtlety. An infected man or woman wanted sex and
didn't try to hide the fact.
The uninfected retained their
ordinary sex drives, of course. But sex became less frequent and less
carefree, and condom use much more widespread. Interest in intentional
pregnancy went down, as people foresaw for their children a very
chaotic and uncertain life.
All the major institutions of
society split, though the uninfected were soon in charge of everything
vital. The higher ranks of all organizations were then as always
dominated by older people, who were less likely to become infected. And
the infected in any organization didn't put up organized resistance.
Their focus had shifted to the short-term goal of getting more sex.
While the young men in the vital military and police forces were
seduced out of proportion to their numbers, they didn't mutiny. They
just went AWOL. Martial law was declared, and one of the most pressing
tasks was disarming armed rape gangs. Civil liberties remained
curtailed for many years.
But although the infected were pushed
out of existing organizations, they naturally formed new organizations
to meet their needs.
Gays and lesbians remained uninfected
unless a lesbian got raped. If she did, the virus unleashed as strong a
tendency for heterosexual seduction as in any other woman. But the
absence of compulsive same-sex lust meant that gatherings of infected
and uninfected together could be stable if they were separated by
gender. However, the uninfected were distressed enough by the attitudes
of the infected that they just didn't want to be around them more than
necessary.
Both groups tended to limit the size of mixed-gender
gatherings. For the uninfected, the concern was the increasing danger
of one infected person slipping in as group size increased. For the
infected, it was that the compulsion to fuck everyone of the other sex
made it hard to get anything done at all!
Conservative ministers
railed from the pulpit about this new divine punishment for a sinful
world. But those same religious communities were as often embarrassed
by ministers who shared their revelation: they had seen the light, and
free love was the most important of God's plans for mankind.
Thousands
of infected young men were murdered by the relatives of their rape
victims, who realized they had no hope of legal relief. Once the
virus's incubation period was over, the rape victim would never agree
to press charges. Bringing such killers to justice was not a top
priority of the police.
The
Stanford hall-mates Jack and Meghan were both from New York, and they
recognized each other during an encounter on the street.
"Hey, Jack, how are you?" said Meghan warmly.
"Great, great, and you?"
"Fine. Though all this hostility is depressing."
"Yeah, I'll say." His eyes lit up with lust.
"You wanna do it?"
"Of course."
"Where?"
There was no obvious secluded place. "Against that wall would suit me fine."
"Can we just do it in public now?"
"I've seen it a bunch. I don't see why not."
It was late fall and a bit cold, so Jack just whipped his cock out of his fly. Meghan had no panties on under her woolen skirt.
"Oh, just shove it up there, OK?" she said with passion.
"Yes!"
he said, and within seconds his tip found its way into her soupy
tunnel. "Unnnh, unnnh, unnnnh, unnnnnh, aaahhhhhhh!" he said, and let
his cock slide out seconds later
Meghan was satisfied. She
hadn't had an orgasm, but she couldn't care less. Sex was the thing,
getting penetrated, and he'd satisfied her craving.
"So, now that's done," said Jack, "where are you living?"
They exchanged addresses.
"Say, do you and some of your friends want to come over?" asked Meghan.
"Yeah, we do get tired of socializing with the same people all the time."
"Us too!"
That
night 6 men and 3 women of Jack's community showed up at Meghan's.
There were 3 men and 3 women in Meghan's unit and the one next door.
"Hi, everyone!" said Meghan with glee. "This is Jack, who I knew at Stanford, and a bunch of his friends."
Jack started the introductions. "Yeah, this is John, Sally, Frank, another John --"
Meghan's roommate interrupted. "I don't care much what their names are, I just want to get laid!"
"Oh, yeah!" said everyone amid much laughter.
Clothes flew off and soft places were found for the fucking.
David
was a large man from Jack's group who paired up with Meghan first.
Their joint purpose was to get his stiff cock into her wet pussy, and
it didn't take long.
She spread her legs wide and held her lips open, while he lined up and shoved.
"Oh, yes!" she said once he had penetrated her deeply.
"Ah, that's nice, honey!" he said as his cock bottomed out.
"Oh, sure is!" said Meghan, content with being squished by his weight as she knew it wouldn't last long.
After
a few strokes, he pulled out and rolled off her. That was what their
brains were now wired for most. Ordinarily David's underlying male
instincts would have led him to follow up with a quick orgasm and
ejaculation, but that would of course make him limp and not fit to
penetrate all the other pussies. So he'd pulled out without coming.
"Thanks, man," said Meghan with a smile.
"No problem. Thank you," said David.
They both immediately looked around for a free sex organ of an unfamiliar member of the other gender.
David
had 2 other pussies to screw right away before his most urgent desires
would be satisfied. Meghan had 5 other stiff cocks to engulf, though as
she'd just done Jack that afternoon, their mutual lust was not so keen
and they hooked up briefly only when there was a lull and neither had a
better prospect.
There were 9 fucks of home-team penises into
visiting vaginas, and with no other new females in sight, the 3 men let
loose and spurted their loads up into whichever vagina they were in
last. While the 18 fucks in the other direction were being finished up,
the home-team men summoned the men and women from the other apartment
units in Meghan's community.
In total, there were 24 women and
17 men in their little group of apartments who were around that
evening. Most of the visiting men didn't make it into all 24 pussies. A
guy can hold off a while, but after 9 or 12 or 19 hot pussies a lot of
them spewed their sperm. The younger ones got it up again and finished
off the lot, but not all did. The 3 visiting women did have the
satisfaction of all 17 cocks rammed up their pussies, each walking back
home with a half dozen or so loads of sperm running down her legs.
The
infected population was still game to go to work in whatever jobs were
left to them, though they approached work with nothing like the
dedication and ingenuity that the best of them had possessed before.
Fucking all one's coworkers daily was a necessity, and customer service
jobs involved sex before service. Checking out at the grocery store
naturally included sex (a quick poke of cock into pussy) with the
cashier and the bagger if they didn't match the customer's gender.
Those
infected with the bonobo virus quickly developed genital symptoms
showing they had contracted other infections as well. Doctors and
nurses would diagnose the condition and offer treatment -- after the
mandatory fuck.
The penetration rate of every STI in the
infected population approached 90%. The solution was ultimately to put
everyone permanently on antibiotics, antivirals, and the HIV cocktail
treatment.
Naturally drug-resistant strains arose, and health
among the infected people suffered. In poorer areas of the world, the
effect was catastrophic. The AIDS cases and associated infections
overwhelmed available supply and infrastructure. Horrendous suffering
and mass deaths were the norm.
In developed nations, the
uninfected ceded to the infected control of many of the drug labs which
made RU-486, birth control pills, and STI medications. The market for
those products was very strong and constant.
Infected women
initially became pregnant at an astonishing rate, naturally. Many
managed to get abortions. Moral objections didn't overly concern either
patients or doctors once they had been infected. But it quickly became
standard for all women to get on the pill unless they were actually
trying to get pregnant.
Scientists discovered early on that the
virus could not infect people who were not sexually mature. Babies born
to infected women could remain in the infected communities for many
years.
The uninfected were eager to accept any children from the
infected side to save them from the fate that awaited them at puberty.
Some children approaching puberty ran away as they realized that their
parents' brains had been taken over by a bug and the long-term
implications for society became clear. Some young girls in particular
enjoyed neither the prospect of being raped as soon as they started to
develop sexually nor their mothers' indifferent reaction to the
prospect. However, children are very flexible and will fit into just
about any social arrangement their elders have contrived. Most children
remained in their families, contracting the virus at puberty.
The
extent of infection varied a great deal. Large swaths of rural areas
were never infected at all, though they had to remain vigilant against
infected men who singly or in small groups cruised the countryside in
search of fresh pussy. Poorer urban areas got very high rates of
infection. In the US, the infection rate stabilized at 27%. In areas of
the world with weaker governments and where women have less power,
rates were much, much higher.
Nineteen
years after Jack's initial abortive liaison with the bonobo Patrice, an
effective vaccine was at last developed. The uninfected communities
began to relax.
Infected communities by then had become largely
dependent on the economy of the uninfected. Many of them didn't mind
having their children vaccinated. The virus had evolved to make its
victims want lots of sex, but not to actively work for propagation of
the virus using higher cognition. Similar considerations explain why
ordinary humans do not fight fiercely to be sperm donors or feel
gut-level revulsion at the idea of contraception.
The infected communities gradually decreased in size, though some people just liked the lifestyle despite the attendant disease.
Rebuilding Third World societies was a very slow process.
There
was one permanent effect: prostitution vanished from the face of the
earth. Uninfected men had unlimited opportunities for sex with infected
women. Their vaccination protected them against the bonobo virus
itself, and careful use of condoms protected them from the other
diseases.