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From: "Stephen Gray" <sgray113@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Voyages of the USS Intercourse 08 {S Gray} (MFF mc reluc oral solo)
Date: Mon, 28 Oct 2002 04:10:04 -0500
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Chapter Eight:  Interrogation

 "It's the most virulent virus I've ever seen," said Dr. Gina, gesturing
toward a monitor on the wall.  The screen showed a purplish transparent oval
working its way into a crowd of other cells.

 "Watch what's happening," she said, pointing to the microscopic invader as
it began to emit tiny globs of smaller bacteria.  The small violet tadpoles
immediately swam toward the other cells.  A few seconds after impacting with
their targets, the invaded cells began to change in shape and color.
"Unlike other viruses, this one doesn't go around destroying cells.
Instead, it mutates them into something new."  Within a matter of seconds,
all of the cells glowed with the tainted purple hue.

 "Now, the body knows that something is wrong, so it sends out a security
team to investigate."  A squad of white blood cells appeared on the upper
part of the screen, working their way toward the spreading infection.  One
by one, they latched on to the alien cell in a valiant effort to destroy it.
But one by one, they changed their color from white to purple.
"Unfortunately, this only hastens the spread of the disease.  The defenders
are corrupted, and now they travel to other parts of the body - particularly
the brain."

 Vicky shut off the monitor and turned toward her two-person audience.
"Once the brain gets involved, it's all over.  The victim swiftly become
aroused, and starts to crave an orgasm.  Sooner or later, they'll have one -
and when they do, the process is completed.  The chemicals released during
orgasm somehow trigger a chain reaction, and the disease takes that moment
of opportunity to seep into the brain and take full control."

 "From that moment on, the victim becomes completely addicted to sex.  The
infection continues to spread through the body, causing the sex drive to
increase exponentially.  Primary and secondary sexual traits also become
greatly enhanced.  Men find themselves growing more lean and muscular, and
their sexual organs increase in size.  Their testicles produce a constant
supply of semen, which they are happy to inject into new victims.  Women
will notice their hips widening and their breasts swelling in size.  They
are soon able to produce milk, which is also full of contaminating bacteria
for the men who drink from their nipples.  Their vaginas become
hyper-sensitive, and there is no shortage of lubricating fluid when they
want to have sex with someone - which is pretty often."

 "That's about it as far as physical effects - but there are two
psychological changes that also occur.  I'm not sure why, but those who are
infected become very interested in spreading the virus.  They seem to
believe that they are 'helping' other people to experience pleasure, but I
suspect there's more to it than that.  It seems to me that this virus is
very similar to a parasite; it enters its host and immediately begins to
take control.  Then it seeks to infect someone new.  Most viruses don't do
that."

 "I think it has something to do with the planet below," said Christine.  "I
caught the disease indirectly from my teammate, Melissa - and she had been
off on her own for a while, supposedly gathering samples.  I'll bet anything
that she was the first person who became infected."

 "If that's true, then it might help to find out how that happened."

 Dawson spoke up.  "I saw some of the security team herding women into the
transporter room, where they were beamed down to the planet.  It's a fair
assumption that they were sent to a spot where they would be easy prey for
whatever's down there."

 "Maybe we could beam down there and find out?" said Christine.

 Vicky shook her head.  "Too risky.  We'd probably just get contaminated."

 "Then we'll just have to use the vaccine that we have," said Dawson.  "But
how can we make enough to cure the whole crew?"

 "It can be done," said the doctor, "but it will take time.  We'll need
supplies."

 "And a few phasers," said Dawson.

 "Right," said Vicky.  "Why don't you and Christine go out and see if you
can find some weapons.  In the meantime, I'll prepare two more of these
vaccine injectors."

 "Sounds like a plan," said Dawson.  "Let's go."

* * * * * * * * * *

 Ordinarily, Christine would have felt awkward to be walking through the
ship's corridors without any clothes on.  But after what she had been
through during the past few days, she was getting used to it.  The commander
had pointed out that nudity would be an effective disguise, possibly
enabling them to avoid scrutiny on their mission to the armory.

 She also didn't mind the fact that Dawson was as naked as she was.  She
couldn't help but gawk at his tight buttocks as she followed him through the
dimly-lit hallways, and she took several opportunities to glance at the cock
that dangled between his legs whenever he turned to face her.  Perhaps when
this was all over, she could get to know him a little better - maybe even
spend some time in his quarters...

 Unaware of his young companion's thoughts, Dawson stopped in front of a
computer terminal and keyed a series of commands into its access panel.

 "What are you doing?" she asked, glancing nervously behind her.

 "Oh, just setting up a backup plan, in case we get into trouble."  After a
few minutes, he moved away from the terminal.  "There, all set."

 They continued to sneak through the corridors without encountering any
other people.  When they finally reached the armory a few minutes later,
Dawson entered a security code into the datapad in the wall.

 Nothing happened.

 Dawson entered the code again, but the door did not move.

 "They must have changed..."  His sentence died as he looked past Christine.

 She turned and saw a trio of naked men pointing phasers at them.  "Well,
well, well...look what we have here," said the leader, whose cock was
already growing larger.  "Another two crew members, trying to get their
hands on some weapons.  You're the third group to come here today."

 "No, wait...we're with you," Dawson lied.  "We just need some phasers to
get into someone's quarters."

 The thug smiled.  "I've heard that one before.  But we'll find out if
you're telling the truth."  He beckoned to Christine.  "Come over here,
love."

 "Computer, code six-two-seven!" shouted Dawson.

 The lights went out.  Christine felt Dawson grab her arm, and she heard him
hiss a single, urgent syllable:  "Run!"

 She tried to keep up with him as he led her down the now-invisible
corridor.  For a brief instant, the hallway was lit with a blue glow as a
phaser beam lanced into a nearby wall.  In that flash, she could see the
corner up ahead.  If they could just make it around the bend and put some
distance between them and their pursuers...

 Then a second blue flare illuminated the walls, and Christine felt her body
go numb.  She lost hold of Dawson's hand and toppled to the floor, unable to
move.  Another brief glow showed that Dawson was gone.

* * * * * * * * * *

 When she regained consciousness, she found herself lying on a bed in
someone's quarters.  She felt somewhat dizzy and disoriented, as if her head
was stuffed with fluffy white clouds rather than coherent thoughts.

 "She's awake," came a male voice from beside her bed.  She managed to tilt
her head to the left and saw a dark-haired man sitting there, folding his
communicator and placing it on a nearby table.  He then stared at her - or
rather, at her body.  She could almost feel his gaze, like an intangible
caress, slowly wandering up and down her body as she struggled to clear her
thoughts.

 By the time she did so, the door hissed open.  Several people walked in,
and Christine's blood ran cold with fear when she saw who they were.

 "Hi, Christine," said Melissa.  "How are you doing?"

 Christine warily eyed the naked men who lined up on either side of her bed.
"What's going on, Melissa?"

 Her former science partner smiled.  "We're taking over the ship.  Most of
the crew have been...converted.  There are only a few people out there who
haven't had sex within the few hours."  She came closer and sat on the edge
of the bed.  "One thing puzzles me, though.  I thought that we had managed
to bring you over to our side."  Her hand reached down to stroke Christine's
thigh.  "But now it seems you've changed your mind.  I'd like to know how
that happened."

 Christine shook her head.  "It just wore off after a while," she lied.
"Like waking up from a bad dream."

 "Or a good dream," said Melissa.  "Don't worry...I think we can put you to
sleep again.  But first, I was wondering if you could tell us where we may
find Commander Dawson."

 "I have no idea," she said.

 Melissa nodded.  "Oh, I think you do."  Her hand wandered up to Christine's
belly.  "Maybe we can find a way to persuade you to tell us."

 "You're wasting your time.  I don't know where he is."  She tried to keep
the fear out of her voice.  "Why do you want with him, anyway?"

 "Oh, nothing much.  It seems he's put some sort of lock on the main
computer, and we want the lock to open."

 "Why?"

 "Well, we need computer access in order to change the ship's course.  I
thought we might stop by Starbase 13 to say hello to some of the men and
women there."

 "And...convert them, right?"

 Melissa smiled and nodded.  "Exactly.  They must be so bored, cooped up on
that old space station all the time.  Wouldn't it be nice if we could break
them away from their dull routines?"

 "Melissa, you can't do that.  Starbase 13 is a hub of activity.  If you
carry this virus there, it will soon spread throughout all the planets in
the Federation.  Pretty soon, no one will care about working.  Governments
and economies will collapse.  The Federation itself will collapse, and there
will be no one to defend us against the Klingons."

 "Don't worry...we'll get to the Klingons, too."  Melissa was touching
Christine's breasts now, gently kneading the supple mounds as she talked.
"As a matter of fact, I'm looking forward to that.  I bet the Klingon men
have huge, hard cocks.  I can't wait to get one of them inside me."  She
swirled her fingertips around Christine's protruding nipples.  "Yes, I
imagine it'll be like rape.  He'll just force me to the ground and shove his
barbaric tool inside me.  He'll fuck me like an animal - thick, savage
thrusts.  He'll pound my pussy until he comes, and then he'll be mine."

 Christine shook her head, trying to push the lewd images out of her mind.
"You're crazy.  If you go spreading this madness all over the galaxy, it
will mean the end of all civilization."

 "And what's so great about civilization?" asked Melissa.  "People spending
their whole lives wrapped up in dreary jobs and careers, when they'd rather
be out there having fun.  Given a choice between duty and pleasure...which
would you rather have?"

 "I would choose both," said Christine.  "But duty has to come first,
because it's necessary."

 "Wrong answer," said Melissa, tapping Christine's nipple with each
syllable.  "I think it's time for us to reeducate you...again.  And I know
just the guy to do it."  She glanced behind her.  "Carl, could you come over
here, please?"

 Christine's heart suddenly began to race as the former security guard
appeared at the side of her bed.  He seemed to have grown even more muscular
since she last saw him.

 "Do you remember what it felt like?" asked Melissa, sliding her hand down
toward Christine's groin.  "Remember his cock, shoving inside you?"

 How could she forget?  She tried to resist the urge to glance below his
waist, but she couldn't.  There it was - the thick, rigid tool that had
plowed her pussy, driving her into a lustful fog that clouded her mind from
that moment on.  And now that wonderful organ was here, again - stiff,
swollen and ready to fuck her insane.

 "Don't do this, Melissa," she said, still staring at the massive penis.  "I
don't want to be a slave again."

 "You'll soon change your mind," said her captor, beckoning toward the men
nearby.  "You were ours once before...I don't think it will take very long
to bring you back."  Two of the brutish men seized Christine's arms and held
them fast, while two more grabbed hold of her legs and spread them open.
"Just let these guys work their magic on you.  After you've had a few
orgasms, you'll be happy to tell us everything you know."

 "I won't tell you a damn thing," she growled, but her defiance was
half-hearted.  She had been in this situation before, and they had easily
turned her into a lascivious sex-addict.  Why would this time be any
different?  She wasn't going anywhere; the men holding her down were much
stronger than she was.  Not only that, but they were damn cute.  The virus
had shaped their bodies into masculine, muscular perfection, and their eyes
stared down at her with a savage, undisguised hunger that she found terribly
appealing.  There would be no mercy from these men; it would do no good to
struggle or plead with them.  They were going to grope, suckle and fuck her,
making her come, and come - until there was nothing left of her mind.

 "Don't be silly," said Melissa, leaning down close to her former partner.
"You'll tell us everything.  We just have to properly convince you."  Her
mouth moved closer to Christine's breast.  "It might take us a long time to
do it, but we're very patient."  Her lips closed around Christine's nipple,
and she began to suck.

 As much as Christine hated to admit it, she enjoyed the feeling of having
her breasts kissed.  Melissa's mouth was warm and wet, and as she moved from
one nipple to the other, Christine's tits began to swell.  Soon they were
poking up nice and hard, easy prey for Melissa's hungry mouth.

 She noticed that some of the other men - huge, muscle-bound thugs with dark
brown hair - had begun to masturbate.  They watched in rapt fascination as
Melissa continued to suckle her tits and fondle her body.  The sound of wet
slapping flesh began to fill the room as they stroked their enormous cocks,
their hands gliding back and forth over their stiff male rods at a brisk,
vigorous pace.

 "Do you know what they're doing?" asked Melissa, in between breast kisses.
"They're preparing some medicine for you."  Her tongue flicked against a wet
pink nipple.  "Once you take their medicine, you'll feel much better."  She
resumed her tit feast, while her hand reached down to Christine's crotch and
begin to tickle her groin.

 Christine tried to keep herself under control, but she knew it was
hopeless.  She felt her heart beating wildly, and her breathing was much
faster than it should be.  The last thing in the world she wanted was to
succumb to these erotic sensations, but what choice did she have?  They were
going to have her; they were going to get inside her, and make her come.
Part of her just wanted to surrender and give in to it, but she could not
allow that to happen.  She had to hope that Dawson would return and rescue
her.  She had to hope that he would rescue her soon, because that hand felt
really great on her pussy.

 One of the brutish henchmen approached side of her bed, still rubbing his
massive sex tools.  She could already see little drops of clear fluid
emerging from the tiny mouths of his swollen cocks.  It wouldn't be long
before it erupted with cum - hot, sticky cum that would warp her mind if it
got inside her.

 "I'll just keep my mouth closed," she thought.  It was a nice idea.

 The first thick spurt of cream landed on her lips, then the second, then
the third.  His cock just kept squirting the pungent sex juice onto her
face, its erotic scent traveling straight from her nose to her brain, where
it began to loosen her defenses.  The more she inhaled, the weaker she
became.  Her resolve gradually crumbled, and she began to wonder what that
cum would taste like.  In fact, she was starting to get a little thirsty.
Maybe she should just open her mouth and have a little taste...

 No!  She could not allow herself give in!  But it smelled so good...so
enticing...  She closed her eyes and tried to resist the hunger that was
swelling inside her.

 Melissa saw her young friend's struggle and decided to help her out.  She
scooped up some of the thick white semen from Christine's cheek with the tip
of her index finger.  "Now take your medicine, like a good little girl," she
murmured, placing her finger on Christine's mouth and nudging it inside her
lips.  Christine's teeth were closed, but not clenched.  Melissa eventually
managed to work her finger between the upper and lower teeth, just enough to
touch the tip of her young friend's tongue.

 Christine couldn't help it.  Almost involuntarily, her tongue brushed
against Melissa's cum-coated finger.  She immediately recognized the erotic
flavor, and knew what would happen if she tasted any more of it.  But
somehow that knowledge didn't stop her from sucking on Melissa's finger.  It
tasted wonderful, just as she knew it would.

 "Okay," she thought.  "That's enough, I have to stop now."  But when the
finger in her mouth was replaced by a swollen cock, she knew she was about
to have another taste.  Sure enough, the penis began to spew thick bursts of
delicious sex cream onto her tongue.  She drank it all, smiling as the
intoxicating fluid started to work on her mind, dissolving what little
willpower she had left.  By the time the third penis entered her mouth, she
greedily sucked it for cum as if she was an infant drawing milk from her
mother's nipple.

 "I want some more!" she cried, just as another engorged cock poked against
her lips.  She opened her mouth again, eagerly sucking the swollen penis as
it pumped another huge dose of brainwashing jizm down her throat.  The beefy
man groaned as Christine caressed his dick with her tongue, milking him for
his creamy seed.  He had plenty to give her, and she was in heaven as the
hot, spermy nectar flowed inside her, overriding her thoughts of decency,
loyalty and morality.  By the time he was done pouring cum into her, she had
her legs spread wide open.  "Fuck me," she whimpered.  "Oh,
please...somebody fuck me!"

 "I think the medicine is working," said Melissa with a smirk, as Carl
stepped forward and brought his hips between her legs, maneuvering his cock
toward her waiting slit.  "Now are you going to tell us where the commander
went?"

 Christine nodded quickly, her face flushed with excitement.  "Sure,
anything...just fuck me!"

 "You mean like this?" said Carl, sinking his thick penis inside her.

 She squealed with agonized ecstasy as his dick wormed its way inside her
buttery vagina.

 "Like this?" he repeated, shoving into her again.

 "Yesssss..." she hissed, closing her eyes and gritting her teeth as the
rigid cock filled her up.

 "Like this?  This?  This?"  He was fucking her now, slowly pumping his dick
in and out of her moist vagina with firm, steady strokes.  All that
Christine could do was whimper as the solid sex organ slid inside her, over
and over and over again.  She knew she was lost, now.  There was no way that
her mind was going to survive this encounter.  One orgasm, one moment of
absolute bliss would be enough to destroy her sanity.  But that didn't
matter anymore; all that mattered was the hot meaty shaft plunging deep into
her itching groin.  With every delicious thrust, he pushed her closer toward
the lustful abyss that awaited her.

 "You're doing great," said Melissa, rubbing her fingers over Christine's
clit.  "Soon you'll be one of us, and everything will be much clearer."
Christine moaned loudly as Melissa's fingers went to work on her pussy,
massaging the throbbing heart of her sex while Carl's cock squirmed deep
inside her.  "I can guess whom you'll want to seduce first."

 Yes, she definitely knew who it would be.  An image of Commander Dawson
entered her mind - strong, handsome and naked.  She closed her eyes and
imagined that it was Dawson's cock pounding inside her, that it was his
finger tickling her clit.

 "You can have him," said Melissa.  "You can have any man you want.  All you
have to do is come for us."  Her fingers began to rub harder against
Christine's swollen clit.  "Come for us," she said again.  Christine groaned
helplessly as Carl began to fuck her faster, drilling his raging erection
into her sopping twat with swift, savage enthusiasm.  "Come for us," purred
Melissa, swirling her fingertips against Christine's bulging rosebud.  "You
belong to us, now...just give in and accept it."

 Christine had no choice.  Between the fingers preying upon her clit and the
massive cock thrusting mercilessly into her wet cunt, there was no way that
she could resist sprawling headlong into a powerful climax.  Her whole body
seemed to convulse as she closed her eyes and filled the room with a low,
guttural growl.  She could feel her pussy twitching as her cum began to
flow, bathing the cock that was still lodged deep within her vagina.
Melissa still had her fingers on Christine's clit, and she just kept rubbing
and stroking that sex button, forcing Christine's orgasm to continue on and
on and on.  Everyone watched in fascinated silence as the young girl gave in
to her pleasure.  While she thrashed and moaned, the viral agents slipped
past her mental defenses and began to eat away at the unwanted parts of her
consciousness.  Within a matter of minutes, she became a new woman - a
lustful, devious woman who would stop at nothing to have sex with as many
men as she could.

 When her orgasm finally ended, Christine happily told everything she knew
about Commander Dawson, Doctor Gina, and their attempts to work on a cure.
Melissa immediately sent a group of armed men off to sickbay, with orders to
convert the good doctor and have her destroy all of her research.

 After the other men left, Carl and Melissa stayed behind their new recruit.
Christine soon felt her legs being lifted up in the air, held tightly in
Carl's muscular arms.  Then his cock was back inside her, sliding in and out
of her slick vagina with firm, deliberate thrusts.  Christine watched in
lustful appreciation as his glistening penis sank into her groin, nudging
her twat in all the right places.  Her view soon became obstructed, however,
when Melissa climbed onto the bed.  A few seconds later, all she could see
was pussy.

 Melissa lowered herself onto Christine's face and smiled as she felt the
first few kisses on her groin.  The young girl had already swallowed enough
cum to contaminate a dozen women, but Melissa wasn't taking any chances.
She and Carl were going to make sure that Christine's submersion was
complete, and that her cure was completely undone.

 She figured a dozen or so orgasms ought to do it.


to be continued...


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