Chromosomal dependency

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Date: 20[Redacted]

Project lead Dr. [Redacted: henceforth referred to as "Lead"] discusses progress with General [Redacted: henceforth referred to as "General"]

Lead: [Clearing throat] Hello General. I didn't expect you today.

General: [Speaking volume gradually increases until the General is screaming] If you want to keep your job, you won't say a word until I give you permission. [8 seconds of silence] It's been four years since those knuckleheads incinerated my virus and all of your research. You assured me we'd be back on track by now! Why are you ignoring my calls? Do you know how hard it is to hide this much money?

[17 seconds of silence]

General: Speak, dammit!

Lead: [Stuttering] W-w-well there've been a few set backs.

General: What setbacks, and why wasn't I told?

Lead: You said not to call again until we figured it out.

General: The setbacks man! Tell me about the setbacks.

Lead: [Tone becomes fearful] Even frozen and dormant, it keeps mutating. The last test indicated it's become gender selective.

General: Explain.

Lead: Well, I guess it's not entirely selective. It has a chromosomal dependency for activation. Everyone can carry, male and female. Maybe even some animals, I don't know. There's evidence—

General: Stay on track!

Lead: Sorry General. Anyway, it only activates in women, and right now, only rarely.

[62 seconds of silence]

Lead: General?

General: [Whispering] To have that kind of data, you must be... How many are you testing on?

Lead: An African village—

General: A fucking village? Are you mad? Stop. I don't want to hear another word. I can't be a part of this. [3 seconds of silence] How did you administer the virus to... No, I don't want to know. Don't tell me.

Lead: General, without your funding we can't conta—

General: Don't speak another word. I'm mothballing this operation. Write down the village coordinates, I'll take care of the rest. [Whispering] We were friends before all of this, so I'm going to give you a friendly piece of advice. Disappear. This program, and anyone who worked on it, won't exist in forty-eight hours.

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September 8th, 2018

Christy straddled her boyfriends cock, grinding deep and nearing orgasm. Beads of sweat condensed into running droplets down her chest and torso.

"Slow down, I'm almost—"

"I'm so close, baby," Christy said, "Just hold on."

"Shit, get off!" Anthony shoved her off his hips and squirted into the sheets.

"Fuck!" Christy screamed, frustrated at losing another orgasm to Anthony's lack of self-control. "If you had held it for another minute I could have finished too! Selfish prick."

"I told you to slow down." He looked pathetic to Christy. A handful of his own cum and a flaccid cock. Every night brought her more frustration.

Without another word, Christy jumped out of bed and into a cold shower. By the time the itch went away, she was shivering.

She was in her car and half way to her ex's house before she fully realized what she was doing. She stopped in a McDonald's parking lot, busy even before the sun came up. She pulled her phone out with one hand, the other drumming her fingers nervously on the steering wheel. Finally, she made a decision.

Christy: [I need u to fuck me.] 4:08am

A long nervous wait. She was starting the engine when her phone dinged.

Jared: [How close r u?] 4:32am

Christy: [5 mins] 4:33am

Jared: [Come straight in when you get here] 4:34am

Those five minutes felt like hours. A wave of guilt threatened to turn her around at every intersection, but she needed, no, she deserved, some satisfaction. She had never been able to get herself off, so with Anthony unable to last, three months had passed since her last orgasm.

The moment she stepped through Jared's door, she entered a whirlwind of raw, rough sex. He pushed her against the wall, not even bothering to kiss her. He went straight to ripping her t-shirt apart from the collar down. His hand squeezed her throat, already she felt closer than she had with Anthony.

Jared had always been rough with her. But she had liked that side of him. What she hadn't liked was his inability to hold a job. Or a single lover. Although, after tonight, she supposed she couldn't fault him for the latter.

This is different, she said to herself. Anthony can't perform. I know for a fact I made Jared cum every single time.

He flipped her around and pulled her shorts and panties to the floor, kneeling as he did. He pulled on her hips and stuffed his face into her pussy, his tongue and lips finding her clit immediately.

"Yes, yes," she moaned. "Like that."

He smacked her ass as he ate her pussy. She could feel heat rising from the impact.

"I'm gonna cum. Don't stop!"

Her first orgasm in three months. She felt her knees go weak and, literally, saw stars. She thought for a moment she might lose consciousness. A hard smack on her ass snapped her out of it. She yelped in pain. Jared had never spanked her that hard before. Tears filled her eyes. Christy didn't know if she liked it or if she wanted him to stop.

Too late, he was already forcing her to her knees. His cock thrust into her mouth, penetrating to the back of her throat. She gagged. He was larger than Anthony, and her deep throat skills were out of practice. He thrust into her mouth, oblivious to her gagging and ****, unconcerned with how it felt to her.

There was one thing she had never let him do, and that was cum inside her mouth. She had made the rule clear to him before his cock had ever touched her lips. So when she heard the pattern of his breathing change, she tried to pull away. He clamped down on her hair and held his cock inside her mouth. "I'm gonna cum. Don't stop!" he echoed her own words back at her.

She gagged when the first spurt hit the back of throat. The rest began to fill her mouth. She had every intention of spitting, much of it had already spilled down her lips and chest.

Roughly, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and grabbed her jaw, eyes inches from her own. "Swallow."

"Unh uh," she said, shaking her head. He slapped her. Actually slapped her. Her eyes went wide and he squeezed her jaw tighter.

"I said swallow."

She did, gagging and coughing until it was all down. He scooped what was on her chest into his hand and fed it to her. She nearly puked more than once, but got it down. He brushed aside all of her complaints.

When he was satisfied, he stood and dragged her down the hallway by a handful of her hair. She stumbled along on hands and knees the best she could to ease the pain until he tossed her on his bed. He dove back between her legs and found her clit, sucking the ridge into his mouth and flicking with his tongue. She squirmed, still sensitive from her first orgasm. She raked at his hair to push his mouth away but he had fastened on too strong. She simply had to ride it out.

Two fingers slipped inside her pussy, fluttering in a "come-here" motion. A second orgasm rocked her body. Her thighs shook and she began to sweat. He refused to let her rest, instead rolling her onto her stomach. His cock already hard again, he plunged inside her soaking pussy.

"Too deep!" she said, twisting away. "Slow down. Please."

Jared responded with a hard, deep thrust of his hips. Christy grimaced against his raging onslaught.

Slowly, her grimacing turned to groans of pleasure. A third orgasm loomed.

He pulled out just long enough to turn her on her back. He had always loved her feet, and took the time to kiss and lick them now. The distraction gave her battered pussy needed relief as he slowed down to suck her toes.

Eventually, he tired of her feet and pushed her legs apart. He took both her wrists in one hand and pinned her arms above her head. His other hand roamed her body, grabbing, pinching, slapping sensitive flesh while she tried to free her hands to stop him. He reveled in her inability to resist.

The harder she fought the harder he slapped her breasts, her thighs, occasionally her face, until her flesh was red and stinging from the pain.

"Oh God," she said. "I'm gonna cum again."

He pounded harder. Their skin smacked with every thrust of his hips. When she came, he squeezed her throat. The lack of oxygen heightened and altered her orgasm in a way she found hard to understand.

Still lightheaded, Jared shoved his cock into her mouth for a second time. "Don't miss a drop this time," he said.

Thankfully, he didn't have as much to give her the second time around, but she gagged on it nevertheless.

They fucked all night. When she left in the morning, it was in one of his button-downs and a pair of boxers. Her own clothing had been destroyed. Her body was red and welted with his hand prints. Her belly filled with too much nasty cum. But finally, her hunger was sated.