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.