Run!

You practically throw yourself from your hands onto your feet, in a full 180° turn. Hearing dozens of bare feet hitting concrete the concrete floor behind you.

Despite the hallway being only about 50 meters long, it felt a lot longer than that. Terror of what they could do swells up inside you. Or was that excitment? Because your cock was still hard, smacking against your thighs as you ran.

So close to the door, you almost brake the handle off trying to open it and close it behind you. You see a lock button on the other side and press it. It buzzes and makes a locking sound. Loud smacking can be heard on the other side. Hopefully the door holds.

You turn around to look inside the room your in, it looks like another hallway. But this one says C3. You move to the other end of the hallway and come across a door without a number beside the exit door into C2. You take a hunch and look inside. Its a laundry room! You look for some clean clothes and put them on. You found a white dress shirt, but only some pants that a patient would wear. Not exactly a fashionable combo, but better then being naked. Especially with those things out there. You throw on some socks and a pair of shoes as well.

You are about to leave into C2 until soneone opens the door and walks in. Its another female scientist. Except this one is a dirty blonde, and wearing a turtleneck underneath her science robe. She perks her glasses up. And opens her mouth.

"I've been looking for you." She says, closing the door behind her. "I'm glad to see the serum made your immunuty system strong enough to withstand the Futa Virus. Although it doesn't look like it affected the aphrodisiac effect of their fluids."

You just stand there in awe. You remember her now, she is the one that drew blood from your arm when you first arrived and fell ****.

"We need to go." She spoke again. "If we do not hurry more Futa will get hear and you will be atuck in an unending orgy. Which may sound appealing at first, but it will still get you killed from exhaustion. Without you ever turning into one of them, they will constantly try to turn you over to their side, time and time again. Until your either dead or someone else catches their eye. So we must hurry if you want to get out of the compound."

You nod slightly. Still confused by the whole scenario. Is that what these dicked woman are called? Futa? You breath in and out heavily and follow the doctor.

"Do I at least get a name from the one that's made me immune to their virus?" You speak up.