Bio War 2 by Fishgullet Mf, mc, pedo

Alex had a plan written out in one of the computer files. He also
realized that the country was collapsing, indeed the whole planet
was about to go freefall into chaos, but no one knew from which
direction. Alex had lists of items to purchase, maps drawn and
marked, and steps to be taken. His plan became mine, except with
one twist - I was going to tweak my brain like his, but I would
approach it small increments.

First we needed money and that had been Alex's Achille's Heel, he
had no clue. I did. Come nightfall I dressed up Marissa cute,
dropped her consciousness down a few levels and then gave her
instructions.

What I was about to do made me a queasy but there was no other
easy way to get the cash fast without robbing a bank. She was no
longer innocent, Alex had torn all of the childhood from her and
her familiarity with his penis made this scheme possible. The two
of us drove to that part of town between the ghetto and the
burbs, that no-man's land where the prostitutes and the homeless
find refuge and men with hormones and money come. It wasn't hard
to find; it never is.

Marissa looked every bit of fourteen and that was what I was
counting on. The pedophiles came trolling and Marissa was the
bait. She lured them over, climbed in and immediately went for
their zippers. I would creep over and when Marissa would look up,
it was the signal that she had a penis in hand. I would wrench
open the door or smash the window and put the revolver to the
perp's head while Marissa squeezed tight enough to cause pain.
The perp got to leave the scene alive and we got all of his
money. Five nights and we had over $20,000; I never realized just
how many sick bastards there were in LA. Who knows, maybe I had
instigated a cure for sick bastards.

Quickly I bought a late model hybrid van, used and definitely hot
but the cops had far more to worry about than stolen cars. UCLA
had just been infected with a "silly fuck" virus, probably some
college sophmore's fantasy, and rumors, news, and expert opinions
had the entire LA basin quivering in fear.

With Tara and Marissa's help, we loaded up the back of the van
with the supplies on Alex's list, his notebooks, his computer,
and certain chemical cocktails. We scrubbed the apartment clean
and sterilized it with bleach so that no one could ever piece
together what had happened behind that broken door. Not that I
expected anyone to care but it is always better to cover one's
tracks.

A lot of creative thinking went into finding the items of Alex's
'to purchase' list. The stores were empty of air masks, duct
tape, plastic sheeting, and water purifiers. The government had
taken over businesses that specialized in chemicals, laboratory
equipment, and even fish tanks. I learned never to underestimate
the Black Market, that it moves faster than the speed of sound.

Tara seemed to know the streets and highways of L.A. better than
I did so I asked her to drive. Besides, I needed on pay attention
and keep weapons at the ready and I couldn't do that with her
hands continually grabbing at my belt. The highways were nearly
empty as families hid in the nonexistent safety of their homes.

We drove north and east towards the mountains. I sat in the
co-pilot's seat and once again went about extracting Tara and
Marissa's lives from their memories. Alex was their older brother
and their savior when their parents died, victims of a drunk
driver. He took them in and raised them. That is all they knew of
their life in that apartment, their memories were as flat and
shallow as their tweaked souls.

Alex's plan called for us to get far enough away and off of the
beaten track that when the urban dwellers panicked and fled, they
would not reach our destination. He had chosen the small town of
Lewiston, located over a mountain on a county road that connected
to a minor state highway, only two ways in or out. It had been a
logging town but was now light industry and small farms.

The cellphone networks were still up and functioning at that
time. I called ahead looking for a real estate broker to locate a
house in our target town. Money wasn't an issue. As long as I
made a down payment, I figured I would never have to pay the
mortgage. This back end of the state may have been in denial, but
I was betting on the banking industry to collapse along with the
rest of civilization. It was an easy bet, even before I took the
first of Alex's IQ injections.

Speaking of his IQ booster formula, I took the first injection
that night when we finally stopped from exhaustion. Tara had
taken the last shift and she was shaking with fatigue. A lonely
ramp off the highway and a turn into a forest track put us far
enough from the road before we found the locked gate to keep
headlights from spotting us. Tara rolled in back and curled up
next to Marissa who was already in la-la land. Quietly I fished
the diabetic's 7-day dosage syringe that I had filled with Alex's
concoction and gave myself the first injection. Not expecting
much to happen, I made a place next to the girls and slept as
well.

The dawn light came through the front windshield and woke us
early. As I struggled into consciousness, I could taste a
metallic tang on my tongue and the light had a distinctive blue
tint to it, like colored sunglasses. I did not move fast enough
and Tara pinned me to the floor and pulled down my boxers.
Marissa took the front seat as Tara slurped my good morning
erection into her mouth. She worked me up and down until I let
out moan, which she took as a signal. Tara dropped her panties
and sat down on my slobbery erection. She placed her hands on my
chest and began to gently pump my cock. Her travels up and down
my erection were slow, deliberate, and absolutely calculated to
drive me mad.

I tried to grab her hips to speed her up but she knocked my hands
aside with a triumphant smile. A flicker of movement caught my
eye and I saw Marissa staring at us in the rearview mirror as she
calmly chewed a protein bar. Sensing my attention slipping away.
Tara brought my head up to suckle her tits. Now in a sitting
position, I took back control and tried thrusting harder in this
awkward position. Frustrated, I threw Tara off and pushed her
face first onto the sleeping blankets and entered her from
behind, which is what I think the little sex witch wanted in the
first place. I started pounding her with no mercy and she began
with little cries of pain that sent me into a further frenzy. My
release came upon me in one sudden moment, I bellowed as I shot
my wad deep inside her cunt. She cried out her own orgasm and her
muscles grasped at my shrinking cock.

I looked back at Marissa and saw her furiously stroking her hand
in and out of her panties. My mind turned to the tension between
her and me but went almost nowhere as Tara latched onto my cock
and licked it clean. 
