"...do I have a choice?"

Tim's eyes felt the sting of harsh fluorescent lights the moment he began to stir. He soon noticed the air was thick with the musk of sex, and sang to the tune of Crystal's voice, moaning and screaming in ecstatic praise. Behind that, there was an unmistakably masculine presence that seemed to be enjoying themselves as well. As he allowed his eyes to adjust, the **** prisoner found that he hadn't fully recovered the use of his body. He shifted his head to get a better view of the small room he was in, in spite of the glare that blinded him. There was a figure next to him, unmistakenly feminine, sitting against the wall. Her knees were drawn to her chest, and both her arms were held between them. Judging by the wet noises from between her legs, she was enjoying the show just outside Tim's sight. Finally, the aching in his head subsided enough to recognize her. If he could hear Crystal in the room, then of course this was Ivy. At last, she noticed that he had been shifting on the ground.

"Master! He's awake! Tim! Can you hear me? Are you okay?" She reached a hand out to him, but quickly noticed how wet it was before drawing it back to her lips.

"Ahfee? Werr...wherrare we? Ahm awright, bud ah can'd move. Dey **** be ahn broke mah doze." Slurring his words past his injury, Tim sounded as drunk as he was congested. He tried to shift again to see who was with Crystal, but the slowly building ache in his face convinced him not to.

"J-just stay s-still. It...it's o-oh oh OOOOOH!" Ivy's words of comfort were interupted when bolts of pleasure began to run through her body. Her legs squeezed together around her arm, fingers still buried in her pussy, while her eyes rolled back and her mouth hung open. One or two streams of pearly white even managed to fly free of her. After her trembling body finally relaxed, she slid down the wall a little and regarded Tim again with a dreamy, post-orgasmic gaze.

"Aaaah...you look...really good. Uh...sorry. You should just stay still. You'll be...probably you'll be okay in a few minutes." She tried not to stare at his mouth, not to think of feeling his warm breath on her skin while she languished in a minor daze. Tim could only groan in pain. Thoughts ran through his head like wild horses, galloping past like thunder, only to fade back into the distant roar of his confusion. Crystal's cries of near continual orgasm were more than distracting, and couldn't even drown out the electric hum of the nearby researcher's minds which he was now painfully aware of. Even without words he could hear the confusion and interest in his observers. Confusion, interest and barely concealed arousal.

"Ooooooh! Master! Yes! Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuuuuuck! Cum in me please! It's so cloooose. I-I need...I n-neeeed it! Fill meeeeaaaah!" Crystal found her words for a brief moment before another monumental wave of pleasure swept her mind away. The rapid, ceaseless fucking she had been subjected to slowed to a series steady, deep, and very wet thrusts. The infected woman's deep, throaty moans continued until, with an understated groan from her partner, the thrusting abruptly stopped and the moaning turned to high pitched whimpers.

"Th-thank you so much, master. I really really needed that." Crystal spoke unsteadily as she took the time to recover. The steady sound of fluid dripping on the floor was a clear indication of her state.

Tim could feel Nathan Miller aproach him before the sound of bare footsteps reached him. The infected blood reached out to him like pins and needles across his scalp. The semi-paralyzed man shifted to see the figure standing above him. Nathan was not the tallest infected man he'd seen, nor the largest in terms of muscles or otherwise. He was certainly impressive, but if it weren't for his nudity or his hard, fluid slicked cock, he'd probably pass as human easily. Only the purpose and confidence smoldering in his eyes betrayed the danger he posed. The eyes that held Tim spellbound for the moment.

"My girls told me about you. You brought them to me, even though you only had a promise. I don't know if you're crazy or just an idiot, but...you have my respect." Nathan spoke, his voice resonating with more than just sound. Tim exhaled a long sigh to try to clear his head.

"Tanks. Ahm an idiot fho sure." The injured man croaked out. He awkwardly wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his now mostly functional hand.

"I know we'll escape soon. They think they're in control, but they'll find out the truth. I will do my best to protect you but...if you wanted to become a part of my family, you've earned the right." Nathan spoke slowly, gravely. His eyes showed a compassion Tim had only ever seen in one other pair of infected eyes.

"Master! Please don't-" Crystal began to plead, tears welling up, before her unlikely guide cut her off.

"Crystal, no. It...it's okay. It's fine. I want...I want to be a part of your family. I can't just walk away from this. I know that you'll take care of me. It's better than any chance I have with them." Tim pointed towards the damaged, mirrored glass. He felt guilty not being able to tell his friends the plan, but even now he could hear the observer's keen interest through the sound-proof barrier. It was stupid and ****, maybe even arrogant of him, but he had no other choice that he could see. At least if he was wrong, he'd probably be happy.

"Oh! Master, can I..." Crystal looked to her master with the biggest puppy dog eyes she could manage. Her tears, now of joy, flowed as Nathan stood aside for her.

"Oh, Timmy! I'm so happy! You've done so much for me. I want you to be a part of our family so much. I...we'll make you so happy. All of us." The overjoyed mother crawled toward the supine man to take his head in her hands. Her glistening eyes stared into his, a dazzling smile on her delicate face. The tears fell freely onto his face and left small wet spots on his cheeks. The warmth of each drop penetrated his skin as if it were falling through him. He knew that it was already beginning. The infection.

Crystal, her mind overcome with love and lust, looked over Tim's body. The thin, green clothing he wore seemed to her practically an insult now. She grasped the shirt by the collar, and with a sniffle and a grunt, tore the garment open to expose his chest. Taking a strip of cloth, she carefully wiped away some of the blood that had run from Tim's broken nose, then sat back to admire his mostly clean face.

"Oh, Ivan. He's so beautiful, isn't he?" Crystal spoke quietly. Ivy crawled up quietly beside her.

"He is, Lovebunny. He is." They kissed lovingly, parting to gaze into each other's eyes.

"Oh, I mean, Ivy." Crystal looked away shyly with a soft giggle, spreading a wide smile across her husband's face. The blushing woman turned back to the man lying on the floor. He began to rise before she placed a hand on his chest to guide him back down. Her soft, wet lips dipped down to his and kissed him, first softly, then with more and more hunger.

They came to make out with undisguised passion as Crystal's hand left burning trails across Tim's chest. The hot lust that was building in the recently infected man joined the aching desire for the forbidden girl he had shared the past couple of days with. Her elegant fingers pulled his hand to her soft, yielding breast, urging it to roughly knead and squeeze. In between her gasps of delight, their tongues swirled and danced together as they tried to explore every spot they could reach.

Crystal's hand, too, explored as it willed, gradually finding its way down below the waist of Tim's pants. His surging length was soon enveloped by her grip, bringing a gasp of his own. Her mere touch spread a feverish heat from his cock to the rest of his body. She released his lips as she began to eagerly stroke him. Her eyes, still sparkling from her leftover tears, watched his expression of mounting pleasure with the same joy she received from her fingertips while they delighted in each twitch and throb from his straining rod. But the infected, lust-mad woman couldn't hold herself back any longer. With cute growl, she abruptly tore the pants off her startled prey.

"I can't wait anymore. Oh! I need you inside me so bad!" Crystal looked at Tim with undisguised lust, her movements swift and predatory. He could only watch, lost in the grip of the heat dancing through his blood, as she straddled him. Her thighs slipped smoothly around his body, and with no hesitation nor resistance, she enveloped his iron-hard cock with her slick, impatient folds. The incredible shocks of ecstasy flowed between their shared connection leaving Tim momentarily blank save for a shuddering gasp. Meanwhile, his infectrix had fallen forward, moaning in victorious release as she braced herself against his bare chest.

"Oh! Oooooh! Oh, fuck yessss!" She cried out when her body, now beyond her concious control, began to fuck uncontrolably. The fierce slap of their colliding bodies measured the rhythm of euphoria that surged from their primal connection and into every nerve in their bodies. Crystal's wanton cries filled the space, second only to the wet sound of her soaked cunt being filled over and over by the young man's gradually expanding shaft.

It was shocking, the power of the infection to open him to heights of pleasure his body wasn't physically capable of seconds before. Even the pain in his face yielded to the sensation, his injury quickly succumbing to the invading **** and regenerating before he had realized. He was stunned into silence save for the occasional grunt. With only the barest warning, his orgasm creeped up on him. It was going to be big. Huge beyond his comprehension. With every bit of will he could salvage, he held back the tide. That was its trap, he realized! If he gave it that, it would sweep his will from his mind with his own transformed release. And he was so close already.

He looked around in a panic, but the sight of Ivy taking Nathan's big rod in her leaking pussy right next to him did him no good. His body tensed, his eyes shut tight. It was too late! He couldn't hold on!

"What's wrong, Timmy? You look-mmmn...you look so sad." Tim opened his eyes to see Crystal's face above him. She wore an expression of concern at odds with her wild hair and heaving breath. She still held him firmly inside her, her body still shivered in shocks of pleasure, but she had stopped her mindless rutting to stare into his eyes once again. Even Nathan and Ivy had stopped mid-thrust the look at him. In fact, to the newly infected man, it seemed like the moment was standing still. The researchers, he noticed, had ceased to note and speculate. They were focused on him as well. Not only them, but even the people outside the building had turned toward the building in confusion. Only at the edge of his awareness could he hear base personnel that hadn't dropped what they were doing. Even the infection in his body seemed checked. The pleasure ebbed, pulling him back from the brink. All the while, one **** thought echoed in his mind as it faded. Stop!

Tim reached a trembling hand up and gently stroked his companion's cheek as he gave her a reassuring smile. Her sense of distress melted away, and she leaned back to begin gently rolling her hips. In contrast to just seconds before, she was deliberate, in control, somehow less ****. It just felt right like this, closing her eyes and letting the sensations flow through her like a river. It was almost peaceful.

Crystal shuddered as the next orgasm spread through her, never breaking her relaxed pace. Each climax seemed to build up and crash into the next, lapping at her shore faster than the last. The deliberate motions began speeding up, seeking a beautiful harmony, and staving off the frantic discordant hunger inside her. She felt more in tune with the man below her than she ever had before. The helpless woman was enraptured by the sensations cascading through her, moaning, quivering, begging for the final, mind-blowing climax.

"Ooooh! Oh, god! Oh, Timmy, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, fuck! I-I c-can't-nnngaaaaaahh!" Crystal's whole body utterly lost control, swallowed by the convergence of a thousand bursts of pleasure. Meanwhile, below her, Tim Lane shook as his body surged with the same ecstasy. His newly enhanced cock swelled to unload the biggest volume of hot cum he had ever released in his life, quickly filling Crystal's ravenous cunt.

Inside his mind, he could barely be bothered by the sensations of his body. He was surrounded by the beating of his heart, each contraction pushing the infection closer to his core. His body screamed at him to give in, to feed his aching muscles, to give up control. The slow advance of the presence was pushing at him from all sides, crushing him, strangling him with its unyielding strength. Just as everything began to fade into a distant echo and panic was setting in, he found it! That promised power! The deep, buzzing connection that it shared with its victims, that bound them together.

He took that electric hum, and he screamed it at the encroaching prescence. It could only melt away, retreating back into his cells, obeying the command without question. He had stolen fire from the gods! Now Tim just had to use it before it burned him alive.

Martin was groggy, his eyes were tired, his muscles ached. He felt like he had just woken up from a dream, something about eat lunch maybe. It faded, like dreams often do. He shook his head vigorously to clear away the cobwebs, but only managed to aggravate his small, buzzing headache.

With a sigh, he made his way to lab three. It was his turn to inspect the damn cell again. A tedious job, but an important one, taking samples from around the bare room to ensure there was no cross contamination from previous specimens. Previous specimens? The lab worker had the odd feeling that he shouldn't be in the cell for lab three for some reason. He just dismissed it as part of the grogginess.

Reaching the outer door for the cramped decontamination chamber, he had to juggle the sample kit and hazmat hood he carried, made more complicated by the sagging hazard suit he wore, before he could swipe his card. Once inside, the noise of the base disappeared as the outer door shut. The sudden silence just seemed to highlight the buzzing in his skull. Martin froze for a moment, distracted by the contrast of sensations, before a familiar beep pulled him back to reality. Had he just gone through the decon cycle without noticing? Wait! He wasn't wearing his hood yet. Something wasn't right!

The hapless lab tech turned quickly toward the now open inner door, only to find himself face to face with a completely naked man. Martin felt a wave of vertigo wash over him while the man reached up with two fingers and smeared some fluid across his cheek. He fell back hard against the wall, barely able to keep his balance as his brain was screaming in panic. The naked man, and several other, more obviously infected people, simply walked by him as if he wasn't even there. He couldn't think, he couldn't breathe. It had to be another nightmare. His body was too hot. He needed to get out of this stifling suit!

With a **** groan, he tore the hazmat suit from his body like tissue paper. He was sweating, panting, as a feeling somewhere between pain and the moment before orgasm struck him, hard. Every muscle seemed to contract at once, causing him to double over and slide down the wall. He barely noticed when he hit the ground. Martin was transfixed by the sight of his own cock, harder and bigger than it had ever been. He simply couldn't take his eyes off the slick, shiny length, even as his mind screamed at him to move, to find help. All that moved was the twitching rod and his mouth, tongue licking his dry lips.

A thought intruded into the lab tech's mind. What would it feel like for his tongue to slide over his own cock right now? It was crazy! He need to find some way to stop this, but maybe if he just reached out...he could almost reach the slick head if he strained. Farther it went with each push, farther than it had ever gone before. The moment the tip of his tongue grazed his cock, it was like a circuit had been completed. He began to shake from the feeling assaulting him. Orgasmic pleasure, running like lightning, coursed from his quivering rod, up his spine, down his unnaturally long appendage, and back to his manhood to begin again. His eyes were wide, but he couldn't see anything but fireworks erupting in his head. Martin was consumed with exploring, expanding this life changing ecstasy. His tongue reached out with the same agenda, leaving a wonderful, warm fizzy sensation wherever it slid and ran its slimy surface over. There was no stopping it as it coiled and twisted over the head and around the shaft like a drunken snake.

Martin could only moan wantonly, caught in the grip of infectious desire. The circuit of lustful euphoria built until it was just a constant river, then the dam finally burst. His rogue tongue clenched and squeezed his impressive length as his muscles tightened. He came with tremendous ****, each contraction sending a huge load of cum fountaining into the air to rain all over him. He could taste his own essence spilling on him, setting off taste buds and running like a spike into his mind. It was incredible! Had it always been this good? By the time he finished, he had already licked his cock clean, and moved on to his body. He just tasted so good! He'd never noticed before. So musky and sexy and salty! He was tingling all over. But...it was wrong! He struggled to stand. He needed to find someone. Maybe they could still help him, find a cure. Logically, he knew there was next to no chance, but his throbbing dick kept distracting him. If he could just get...get help, it would be fine, just fine. He stumbled out of the decon chamber, and toward the lab section. Just a little help...