The Sex Plague by nsboy8 (email=msboy8@yahoo.com) Story Codes: MF FF MM mult SciFi dru voy solo toyd Thanks to FrenziedMaiden for her help and friendship. This story is a work of fiction, and friction, any resemblance to living, dead, or undead people is merely a coincidence. This story may not be used for wrapping fish or any other commercial endeavor without the author’s expressed permission. The Sex Plague Forward The world as we know it ended not with a bang or a whimper, but with a loud sensuous moan. I have kept this journal as a means of describing what happened, and hope that it will someday be discovered and used as a tool for educating future generations. I should introduce myself, I am Dr. Natalie Colton. I work at the Center for Disease Control (CDC). I’m writing this foreward on day four. If you have found this journal, then you will soon learn that what we tried to do didn’t work. I hope whoever may be reading this journal is a fellow scientist and are reading this as a study in what I did to counter this malady. Day One It started in Japan, which turned out to be fortunate. Not just because it was half way around the world, but because Japan had the most advanced power generating plants. Due to their advanced technology, they were capable of sustaining electricity throughout the country. The first I heard of all of this was that all contact with Japan had been lost. The news had nothing more to report. I had previously been in frequent contact via email with a student of science, by the name of Nanako, who attended Tokyo University. We had been exchanging email frequently, so I dashed off a quick note to her. Nanako answered my message quickly. She must have been on-line when I sent it. She wrote that she had first heard something strange and then peeked out the door of her room to investigate. She saw two upperclassmen, a man and a woman, both were mostly naked and fucking in the hallway. Nanako said that they were oblivious to everything, including being hit and yelled at. They were just fucking like rabbits. Nanako wandered outside and realized that she didn’t hear the regular city noises. All the cars were stopped everywhere and numerous couples could be seen having sex. Nanako said she was going out to take some pictures with her digital camera and send them to me. I immediately notified my boss of what I had learned and then paced in front of my computer screen until Nanako responded. I dashed off an email as soon as hers came in asking her to contact me via an Instant Messenger. I then read her short message and as well as viewed her pictures. I felt strangely excited as I studied the frozen images. Bodies, in various stages, of undress were huddled shamelessly together in couples and groups, but mostly as couples. Interestingly, the dominant position seemed to be doggy-style. My mind suddenly drifted back to thoughts of my own sexual experiences and I shuddered. I recalled myself as being part of an impromptu orgy, being taken from behind by a line of different men until I collapsed from a total weariness, yet I had remained strangely unsatisfied. I shook my head free of the uncomfortable memory and brought myself back to the present, and back to reality. I then discovered that in that short span of time, I had become wet. Even though this apparent phenomenom currently happening in Japan, had potential global implications, I had become aroused by the thought of such wanton lust, overpowering all reason. I felt almost ashamed by my lustful reaction. A beep from the computer told me that Nanako was online and waiting to talk to me. She had more information to share. The power was still on in Japan because of the automatic computer controls. According to Nanako, the people affected by the ‘virus’ were either still engaged in intercourse or passed out with exhaustion. The people affected seemed to be those 18-21 and older. They also gave off a sickly sweet smell. Perhaps that was why they had not attacked her. Maybe they were only attracted to others that were affected. She estimated if this went on any longer, Japan would be doomed as a part of civilization. She also had an idea of where this might have leaked from. She had recently been on an informative/indoctrination trip to H.Moto Biological Research and had heard a rumor that they were developing something that had to do with sexual intercourse. She was going to ride her bike there tomorrow and check it out. My night's final words to her were for her to be careful. I notified my supervisor with the latest info. She told me that all communication with the island of Okinawa, Japan had mysteriously ended, that included all the U.S. Military bases there. That was bad news. It was apparently airborne and was spreading. The prevailing winds should carry it west to Russia, China and beyond. The hope was that the virus would somehow mutate to a harmless strain or become dormant. All that could be done at the moment was to wait. Realizing that there was nothing that I could do to help the situation at that time, I decided to get some rest. I fell into a troubled sleep filled with dreams of raw sex. Day 2 When I awoke the next day in sweat soaked sheets. I didn’t know if it was the hot dreams about sex, or the realization that a very successful biological threat was on the loose. When I arrived at the CDC, I was told we would be going into lock-down. My boss briefed me with the latest news. She was looking ragged, and had obviously been working throughout the night without rest. The virus had by this time affected China and was now quickly working its way across Russia and heading toward Europe. It had not, as had been hoped for, mutated to become harmless, that was for sure. Other reports were sketchy though. It turns out there wasn’t a conduit of information coming from East Asia. Being curious about the welfare of my friend, I booted up my laptop to check on Nanako. She had been waiting for me. She said that the power was still on in Japan, but she didn’t know how long it would stay on. She had biked over to the H.Moto Biological Research lab and had managed to get into the site. According to the reports she had found, they were trying to develop a vaccine for repeat sex offenders and rapists. Somehow the vaccine had become compromised and released out into the population by means of travel through the air. Nanako had more bad news. All the people affected that she had checked on were in what appeared to be in some type of coma. The coma apparently came on once the person was exhausted by hours of nonstop sexual activity. I could imagine the fuckee going unconscious while the fucker continued. Somehow the thought of somebody fucking another person who was in a coma, did not have the disgust factor that it should have, with the realization that the human race may be fucking itself out of existence. The bad news continued. On her way back from the lab, Nanako had fallen off her bike and scraped her knee, drawing blood. That wasn’t the really bad part. The really bad news was that her skinned knee had landed in a pile of cum and she was having hot flashes. She was going to rig up her web cam, so I could see what happened first hand. I told her to hang on, while I rushed to brief my boss. When I had returned, the video was coming through 5x5. Nanako was sitting in a chair facing the camera. She had taken her clothes off and was naked. Her tits were small but perky and her skin was silky smooth. Nanako’s knees were pressed together in a gesture of false modesty. “I took my clothes off, so you could see my body for any reactions.” She blushed, a strange thing to see considering she was purposely naked. “I also took them off, so I could have unlimited access. You see, I have prepared for the inevitable; she brought her hand forward revealing a substantial red dildo and a small white vibrator. “You see there is no one here to help relieve my urges, so I plan to do it myself. I will try to keep talking as long as I can.” Nanako smiled at the camera. “I can already feel the urges. I am not a virgin, but I have never felt anything like this. Only a massive orgasm might be stronger than this.” “I can’t stand it anymore.” Nanako spread her legs and slid the dildo into her soft pink folds. “Ooohh, that feels so good.” She slowly began pumping the dildo in & out of her pussy. I could see her juices coating the dildo, I felt myself starting to become aroused. “I need more.” Nanako said as she flipped the switch on the vibrator with her other hand. She didn’t stop fucking herself with the dildo. Nanako slipped forward on her chair. She pulled the dildo out and quickly stuck the vibrator into her sopping cunt, to coat it with her slick honey. Another second and the vibrator was shoved up her ass and the dildo was back to fucking her cunt. She uttered a low moan. My panties were soaked through now, and I kept crossing and uncrossing my legs. “I am so hot and cannot satisfy the urges, AAAHHHHHhhhhhhh.” Nanako’s screaming sounded like a mixture of pleasure and pain. My hands moved under my skirt and pushed my soaked panties aside, I could not help myself. My hands started fondling my clit as Nanako’s dildo was a blur in her pussy and her other hand pushed the vibrator all the way inside her tight ass-hole. A stray thought wandered through my sex addled brain. It’s gonna be hard getting that out. Nanako’s cum was flying everywhere as she orgasmed around the speeding dildo. I myself felt a rush and climaxed, moaning in pleasure. Good thing I shut my office door. Nanako screamed and leapt out of her chair. As I saw her leave the room I figured that the masturbation wasn’t enough to satisfy her and she ran out seeking a partner. Soon afterward, the power in Tokyo failed and the connection was broken, that was the last time I saw Nanako. I cleaned myself up and brought the disk containing Nanako’s last moments to my boss. I warned her that it was very graphic and that I had lost my conduit for information out of Japan. She told me that the Russians were going to detonate a nuke in an air bust over their country to try and destroy the virus before it reached Moscow. I was sobered by this news, but considering the alternative, I could see nothing else they could do. The word that the Russians had exploded the nuke arrived just before I went to bed, but there were no updates on if and how the virus was affected. I had another troubled night. This time filled with dreams of Nanako. Day 3 I awoke to news that the virus had not been neutralized and it was making its way across Europe. City after city went dark, there seemed to be no end to it. I had a wild idea on how to combat this disease. I asked for and received permission to leave the building for an hour. I quickly drove to the closest adult toy store. I must have looked like a mad woman. A middle aged woman in a tweed skirt with sensible shoes and an Armani blouse was racing around picking up the largest dildos and vibrators. I threw in a pair of nipple clamps for good measure. Then I raced out of the store to make it back to the CDC on time. The last thing I heard on my way out of the store was, “I’ve heard of needing to get laid in a hurry, but…” I explained my plan to my boss. She looked skeptically at me, but didn’t say anything negative. Our only hope was that the virus mutated naturally or that it wouldn’t be able to slip past our defenses. We didn’t know the size of the molecules that made up this virus, so we didn’t know if we were safe. It was late here on the East Coast of the US, but the virus was about to engulf Britain and they had a plan, so we were all grouped around a monitor watching the live feed. A company of SAS troops were assigned to guard the Royal Family. The Royals and the troops were wearing the latest NBC gear designed to keep out all Nuclear, Biological or Chemical threats. The defenses here at CDC were only a little better. The sign that the virus was close was heard over the live link. The roar of traffic outside Buckingham Palace was suddenly stopped with the screeching of brakes as people became infected. It was broken by the sight and sound of the crack SAS troops peeling off their NBC suits and clothes as fast as they could. Apparently when there was no suitable member of the opposite sex around, other means were utilized. The SAS troops set upon one another, the weaker being taken by the stronger. A few minutes later the camera was knocked over and the connection lost, sparing the viewers from witnessing any more debauchery. That and the time required for the virus to reach the United States was on everyone’s minds as we attempted to grab a troubled bit of sleep. Would this be the end of the world as we knew it? Day 4 The amount of sleep varied, but I don’t think anyone at the CDC slept well. My office was locaited in Zone One. There were a total of five zones each with better protection as the number increased. The NBC suits that the SAS men had worn was the equivalent of zone four protection. The access in Zone Five was limited and I did not have enough seniority to rate entrance. I was happy that I had prepared for this eventuality. We had people in Bermuda and the Grand Banks in North Carolina to monitor the approach of the virus. My plan to combat the virus was simple. I believed hypothisized that a person already orgasming would be immune to the affects of the virus. Hence the vibrators and dildos. I thought if I could induce an extended series of multiple orgasms, I could override the biological urges orchestrated by the virus. Once contact was lost with Grand Banks, I would put my plan into action. A connection to Grand Banks had been wired to a monitor in my office, and that is where I sat and waited for the inevitable to occur. As I waited, I prepared my toys for use; the batteries were inserted, the motors were tested, lubricant made handy, as well as the nipple clamps. Before long, all contact was lost with Bermuda. I slowly took off my clothes and reclined on the couch. The toys were within arms reach. I was already wet and my nipples were erect waiting for the wild ride I was soon going to put myself through. Contact was lost with Grand Banks, and I grabbed my toys. I attached the nipple clamps first. The feeling was incredible. The mixture of pleasure and pain really started my juices flowing. I decided to begin the stimulation of my pussy with a simple, but large dildo. I slipped the massive fake dick into my already wet cunt. The dildo slid in easily, although the final few inches were tight. My hand moved the bigger than life-size schlong in and out of my hot folds. I was feeling good, but decided to up the anti a little, just for good measure. My free hand grabbed hold of a medium sized vibrator, switched it on, stuck it into an open jar of lube and slid it into my tight ass-hole. The vibrations were intense; my other hand kept driving the dildo in and out of my sopping pussy. I then took ahold of my hard clit with my free hand. My first orgasm was fast approaching and I was moaning uncontrollably. I began to laugh as I pictured someone out in the hallway listening. My orgasm rushed over me, it was so good. Once I had recovered my wits, I noticed that I had stopped fucking myself with the dildo. This would not do. I pulled the dildo out and tossed it aside. Grabbing up the largest vibrator, I switched it on at the lowest speed. The vibrator slid nicely into my flooded cunt, the vibrations teasing my tender folds and my free hand continuing to stroke my sensative clit. Rapidly approaching the second climax, I switched the vibe on high. From now on it was a purely automatic thing. I gave the nipple clamp chain a tug just before I lost myself in the pleasures I was experiencing. The series of multiple orgasms began and I knew that if I didn’t wake up, this was the only way to go.