Courtyard

"Well?" Erika asked.

"I say take the library!" Erikstan shouted from the back, still watching his empty dripping corridor, fully engaged with his squad now.

Erika looked at Katie sliding on a pair of blue latex gloves, "I'll do whatever the fuck you tell me to commander." Reaching up to adjust her ponytail.

"I think we should go to the library too." Richardson whispered quietly, aware of his own hypocrisy.

Before anyone else could say anything, Erika raised her voice, "we're going through the courtyard!" There was much surprise to this decision especially as she was going against her team's advice.

"Did you not hear me?" The student in the blue hoodie said, "the volleyball team is…"

"Enough! Their winning students, just like you, except they're all horny now, won't stop a few bullets will it! Katie! Richardson! Move these chairs out the way, and prepare to commandeer a vehicle." She instructed, inspecting her rifle, shouldering it correctly.

"What about us!" The volleyball coach insisted.

Erika shrugged her shoulders, "you made it this far without us didn't you, stay mobile you'll be fine." A huge amount of scraping was done in order to get the chairs off the pile, drawing attention from half naked futas wandering outside, their skin tight red volleyball shirts, t-shirts, navy blue socks and black elastic shorts all clinging to toned flesh.

"These don't appear to be fast moving like all the others, should make them easy to shoot." Erika relaxed, as though things could finally get back on track. The students were beside themselves at Erikas dismissal for their safety.

"I'm…I'm…I'm really sorry but…I think this is a really really bad idea, there's so many of them and…"

"Erikstan!" Erika shouted, ignoring this annoying civilian. "Get this dweeb away from me!"

"Come on you, back of the queue." Erikstan patronizingly put, slotting him next to his professor who had no ounce of professionalism left about him, standing frightened with all the rest of his colleagues and students as the defence they put up was crashing down in front of them.

"Commander I'm seeing almost twenty out there, most seemed to be jerking themselves off near the three students trapped on the roof." Richardson said, tossing the final chair under the handle of the door out of the way.

"Good, let's use that distraction to find us a vehicle, all civilians wishing to come with us, I suggest you stay close. On three! One! Two!....."

It sounded like an earthquake, the sound of thunder approaching them from behind, interrupting Erika. As all heads swung round spilling out of the corridors and tumbling down the stairs a sea of nude flesh, all bare foot, wild long hair, erections that ached and leaked everywhere, some of the most happy, deranged looking faces they had ever seen.

They had been too loud, leading the youthful infected population directly to them. Some thick others lean, all freakishly beautiful and wore faces that suggested they knew it.

Erika, struck with fear, gave no command to her squad, she pushed out ahead, knocking medic Katie over, bashing the courtyard open shoulder first.

No one was waiting around afterwards, students with their **** sprints all stepped on Katie's back rushing to get through the small doorway, Richardson was left fighting the volleyball coach for his shotgun having fired a shot into the air already.

Erikstan knew at best he'd only be able to get one good shot off with his sniper rifle so instead just grabbed the first professor he could and yanked him into the oncoming horde, he kept doing the same to other weaker students, but it wasn't enough.

Clashed hard he found himself sandwiched between futa and civilian, listening to the sound of the people he threw drowning and their clothes tearing as they were wrestled out of sight between soft boobs, guiding them to their hungry cocks. Erikstan did everything he could to reach the doorway but everyone was putting up a fight now, tugging at everyone's clothes trying to get over Katie pinned and screaming.

The last thing Erikstan clearly got to see was commander Erika outside looking frantically for a working vehicle, before nine inches entered him abruptly from behind causing a loud shocked gasp and hands pulling down on his shoulders. His screams couldn't be heard over the girlish moans erupting as they fed more holes to their cocks, a few students looked over their shoulders regretting what they saw.

Former friends, staff and peers ready to go deep in them, the boy in the blue hoodie spotted his caretaker, no longer fat and balding. Thick, curvy, raven black hair with the softest pair of gravity defying rounded E cups demanding his male gaze, no neckbeard, no hairy chest, just a pair of genetically enhanced pale femmine goon sacks.

Short little hands clasped his face firmly bringing him forward, he closed his eyes in anticipation of feeling their softness. Though he surged through them, speared by something hard plugging his mouth full, everytime he thought there was no more deeper it would slide.

When he looked up he could see nothing but jiggling breasts taunting from above, all around him he could see futas taking positions behind his friends making them squeal, ripping them away into their own infected crowd, he was lost to the mass like all others who turned round.Treated like wrapped presents, carried into the air clothes flung from their bodies, kicking and screaming as the race for their frightened holes began.

The sounds, the smell, all creating such a hopeless outcome for any attempts to escape.

Fighting the whole way through, Richardson and the volleyball coach stumbled outside over Katie beaten by all the shoes treading over her. "You fucking killed us all you selfish assholes!!" The coach yelled, pushed to ground by Richardson, he gave it a quick pump before moving off to find commander Andrews.

The coach, in his efforts to pursue, caught his DS (defensive specialist) smiling at him, a look she always used to give during practice.

He froze looking at the face that used to annoy him a lot whenever he was teaching. She even kept the same posture with her hands behind her back. "Oh…hey there… Maisie. You…you remember me… right?" He nervously put.

The girl had her red shirt split down the middle exposing her sun-kissed bosoms, a huge bulge in her short elastic shorts below her toned stomach and only had her blue socks on. An awkward silence grew until…

"HELP!!! SHOOT IT PLEASE!!!" He cried to Richardson who simply ignored him. Maise's smile disappeared as the elastic on her shorts split, flopping out an angry veiny schlong. Richardson heard his screams as he was being mounted, he could tell from sound alone exactly when he was penetrated. Loud and girly his chants were as she used the benefit of youth to overpower him completely, fucking him into the dirt below.

Katie, totally beaten by hundreds of hard crushing feet, didn't even react when she felt her pants warm to the dribble of pre-cum, she simply took one deep breath. "Come on then! Show me what yo…." Her chant was quickly **** into a deep long grunt, the woman was tough but she only managed to buy herself a few seconds of silent defiance before "aaahhhh!!!!" She screamed as her ass overflowed with hot cum, dragged battered and bruised inside; she never stopped whaling knowing she was a volunteer and didn't even need to be here.

"Erika!" Richardson shouted, trying to slow her as she frantically looked for a working vehicle parked sporadically across the grass. "We can make it, we just gotta find a working one!"

"Erika! It's over! We're done! The missions fucked!! You hear that scream!? That's katie being fucked in the ass! We're getting our shit, and we're leaving, understand!?"

Erika stood still, letting the adrenaline wear off. "Jesus christ!!! Why did I pick the courtyard! I'm such a fucking moron!" She yelled, Richardson shook his head in anger at his commander, he couldn't believe how quickly she broke down. Looking behind her as she sobbed he could see more of the thicc volleyball team starting to have their attention drawn away from the students on the roof.

They looked like they hadn't seen a pair of easy holes in a while. "Erika pull yourself together, we need to move or we're getting it up the bum." In front of him was a grey suv, the door was open, cum all over the door and the steering wheel, but every vehicle was getting checked. A firm pat on Erikas back to get her to move had the pair looking at a messy car, key's in the ignition.

"I'll drive, you shoot!" Richardson instructed, this mission needed new leadership and with a baby on the way at home, Richardson was not a man to be messed with. Erika raced around the otherside, spotting the impending threat eager to greet them. "Hey! Don't go! Help us out here!" Shouted the three students on the roof, Erika was done pretending she cared and just opened the other car door and slammed it shut.

The suv smelled like sex, sweaty musk over every part of the interior, a gross reminder of what failure would smell like. Richardson also threw himself in slamming the door shut as cum blasted against it, "lock your door!" Richardson shouted as a wave of semi-nude futas slapped into the side. Leaking veiny tits pressed into the glass like warm dough, lighter girls hopped on the bonnet and roof, dongs swinging between each of their legs, excited prey was so close.

It was now or never, either the car would start or they would be a messy buffet.