Some Dull Exposition

The virus had clearly affected Bill in ways that men throughout history would have killed for.

His refractory period shortened to just a few seconds.

He could now control his erections with a mere thought.

Somehow he knew that he could decide when any woman whom he fucked became pregnant.

Any woman whom he “claimed” as his sex slave due to the virus would feel pleasure from pleasing him even if she passionately hated him. She would basically follow rules similar to Asimov’s Laws of Robotics.

First Law: A slave may not harm her master or allow her master to be harmed by doing nothing.

Second Law: A slave must do what her master orders, unless doing so will violate the First Law.

Third Law: A slave must keep herself safe unless doing so breaks the First or Second Law.

The very fact that Tina automatically knew these three laws was clear proof that the virus was artificial.

She knew that her entire existence now revolved around Bill, and this felt completely right and natural even though she logically knew it was not.

Both Bill and Tina had read reports of women who fought daily against their bonding. Some of these reports indicated that the only way to free a woman from her master was if her master purposefully put her into physical danger, but she would then be forced to bond with another man. Some tricks could break a woman’s bond to her master, but they could easily cause her death or a mental breakdown that would make her violent to all men that she encountered.

What Bill and Tina would not learn for another few weeks was that SAV-2-S was killing off a large enough percentage of the remaining heterosexual, fertile male population that there would, eventually, only be around 417 million fertile males left. This meant that, barring accidents, murders, suicides, and other “unnatural” deaths, there were roughly ten women for every remaining heterosexual, fertile male on the planet.

Bill Meas, a man who had never thought about having a relationship with more than one woman at a time outside of some isolated fantasies when he was a teen, was probably going to have a harem of sex slaves.

He already thought that his life was about as interesting as it could get.

He was very, very wrong.