"...save them from that maniac!"

Tim bolted from the room and down the steep flight of stairs. He sprinted out the front of the shop, the cool morning air chilling in his sweat-damp clothing. The other survivor, a woman in a long coat several sizes too big for her, turned to him from across the street. "Mast...wha?" she began to call to him before noticing the careening vehicle. She froze under the headlights, the grill hurtling towards the woman like some demonic grin. With timing a movie director would envy, Tim tackled her into the open doorway of the italian restaurant she was standing before just a fraction of a second before a ton of growling steel sped through the spot she had just occupied.

Tim stood up with a groan, his stunt leaving him a little sore. The woman sat up on the ground, seeming a little stunned. "Ha-have you seen my ma-" she began before being cut off by Tim. "Hey, take my hand. We need to get out of here. Can you walk?" the man said urgently. "Yeah, sure. I think so." she replied, taking the offered hand. Tim led her to his hidey-hole, climbing the stairs with urgency. He nearly dragged the lady into the apartment, then looked around for something to block the door. "Quick! The bedroom. There's a dresser there. Help me move it in front of the door." Tim ordered, **** to keep the sex freaks from getting in, and not wishing for them to hear the moving furniture. Tim didn't seem to notice the big grin that crossed his new roommate's face as she followed him.

Soon, the dwelling secured, Tim slouched on the couch in the livingroom. "Thanks for the help. Are you alright? That asshole nearly ran you down! Oh! I'm Tim, by the way. Tim Lane. If you want to lie down, there're some spare sheets in the closet. What am I saying? I'll go set it up, if you want. I mean, you're the guest. Well, this isn't actually my place, so I'm a kind of a guest, too." Tim rambled at the woman. He hadn't spoken to a normal person in over a week; he just then realized how lonely he had been. She just smiled at his awkward display, amusement sparkling in her eyes. 'Wow. She's...actually really cute' Tim thought to himself, finally appraising the lady he had been tackling, dragging, and conscripting to haul furniture.

His new acquaintance was a little older, but Tim found her quite appealing. Maybe it was the button nose, the red hair, or the way her eyes looked while she was smiling, but, whatever it was, it really put him at ease. She sat next to him, the oversized coat she was wearing spilling over the sofa. "You're really cute. Thank you so much for saving me, Tim. My name is Crystal." she replied to him, not seeming to mind that he was staring. Once he realized that he was lingering too long, he looked down to the floor, blushing slightly. "I'm glad to meet you. I've been alone here for awhile, so it's nice to have someone around." Tim said, trying to keep his nervous feelings at bay. Crystal's smile dropped into an expression of deep concern. "Have you been here all alone? You poor thing! That must have been terrible! B-but..." she showed a sudden pang of regret. "I'm so sorry! I just can't fuck you."

"W-what?!" Tim choked in surprise, nearly falling out of his seat. "I really want to. Really, really want to. I got so wet when you tackled me down, and when I realized that you had saved me from that car, oh fuck, I almost came right there on the side of the street." she told him with desire in her eyes. "Wait! You're infected?!" Tim's eyes nearly bulged from his head as he figured it out, and started edging away from his guest. "Infected with what?" she asked him innocently. "Infected with whatever is turning people into sex freaks!" he said, getting ready to bolt once she pounced at him. "I'm not infected with..." she started indignantly. "That would explain...he must have had something! Yeah! That would explain his cock had gotten so big. So huge and sexy, so tasty. And why he could cum so much, over and over. And-and why it was so good." she seemed lost in some memory, eyes unfocussed. He started edging towards the bedroom, and the bathroom beyond that, while she undid a few lower buttons on her coat. She exposed her naked folds, shining with a generous amount of her juices, and began to slowly stroke her slit while she fantasized of past fuckings. Tim stopped when she came to her senses and looked back at him, uncaring or unaware that she still had two fingers between her drooling nether-lips.

"Oh my god! My master! Listen, the reason I can't fuck you, it's my master. He ordered me not to. I can't fuck anyone but him, not unless he let's me. I shouldn't even be touching my pussy like this." she slid her fingers from her sodden cunt, and sucked them clean, moaning the whole time. "Oh! Maybe my master would let me. You did save his fuckslave, after all. Or maybe master could fuck you himself! Then you could be master's fuckslave, too. We could take turns sucking his amazing cock. He could even cum-ohhh-in our mouths and we could share it. That's so fucking hot!" As her hand began to drift lower once again, Tim took his chance and rushed into the bathroom, swiftly locking the door.

Crystal was soon at the door. She knocked on it before calling to him. "Tim? Tim? I'm sorry. Please don't be angry. If we just found my master, I'm sure he'd let you fuck me."

"I don't WANT to fuck you!" Tim, realizing that his instinct to flee to safety had just trapped him, was more than a little frustrated. 'Maybe I can convince her to leave, to go look for her master.' Tim thought. 'She's a lot more lucid than most of those freaks. Most of time.' She continued trying to tempt him, not seeming to understand his last statement.

"Oh! Are you gay? That's fine. I'm sure my master would thank you himself. He's very, very generous. You'll absolutely adore his cock. Mmm...You'd let me watch, right?" she bargained through the door.

"Listen, Crystal. I need you to understand. I'm not infected. I don't want to be infected. You really don't need to thank me. Why don't you go look for your master? He'd be glad to have you back, right?" Tim tried to reason with her.

"He'd be so happy, he'd probably thrust his cock down my throat and feed me load after load. Oh god! So fucking hot! But I just...I can't do it on my own. The others keep trying to take me, even after I started covering up, and when I actually get away from them, I get distracted. Just thinking about my master's arms holding me against him, sliding his fat dick deep inside me while he sucks on my tits. My nipples are so hard, Tim. Suck on...I'm sorry again. Tim, please. I just can't...don't leave me alone, please." she went through a rollercoaster of emotions before she finally began to sob.

"Wait. Damnit, don't cry. Listen, okay. I'll help you, but on one condition. You have to promise me that you won't get me infected, you won't even sit back and let me get infected. No sex, no cumming all over something and handing it to me, no...uhh...licking doorknobs before I use them? None of it." Tim crumbled to her tears. Even if she was a slutty, cum-slurping, cock-obsessed, walking biohazard, he couldn't stand to hear her weep. She was trying to be nice to him, after all.

She managed to laugh between the tears. "I absolutely promise not to lick any doorknobs you plan to use. I won't do any of those things, if you really don't want me to. I just want my master back, Tim. I'd do anything, or not do anything, too." she managed collect herself and agree.