The tube

Stiletto reached down and, with all her strength, ripped the insemination tube from the corpse of her would-be robotic captor.

"What the hell are you doing?" screamed Morwen, more puzzled than worried. Stiletto was starting to get the vague impression her room-mate had given up on her. She didn't exactly blame her, considering what they both knew. Her body was heating up fast, and her vision was starting to blur. She didn't have much time. The crowd had formed a circle around her, and cell phones were everywhere. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and burst into a run, racing toward the sparsest spot in the crowd she could find.

"Whatever I can to-- FUCK!" Stiletto crashed into the dirt not six feet from where she had started. She tried to pull herself up, but another surge rushed through her body, throwing her back face down in the grass. She moaned in pleasure, her body shaking as if a giant dick had just impaled her through her fibermesh shorts.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the hell is happening over there? You need to run. Run!" Her friends words seemed distant, muted, as if screamed through a closed door or over the sounds of a storm at sea. Stiletto opened her mouth to respond, but was rocked by another surge. "Fuck me," she whimpered into her earpiece. "Fuck me."

Faintly she could hear the sound of typing on the other end. "Look, it's some new kind of serum. I can't believe I didn't hear about this." Stiletto opened her eyes, the sound of Morwen's words falling faintly into her mind. The crowd, all plastered with grins, were closing in on her. They were ready to fight for her--fight to fuck her--and she wanted them all. She screamed for them to come.

"It's Punisher, okay? It punishes any kind of rational thought while pumping you with lust. Anger, ecstasy, pain, fear... anything above that and it fucking overwhelms you." Stiletto purred and reached below her shorts, slipping two fingers into her snatch. The men, and a couple women, had started fighting around her, each one wanting to be the one who got a piece of her.

"Can you hear me at all?" For a moment Stiletto recognized the words of her **** friend, even managed to combine them all into a single thought and recognize what was meant to be said. Then she felt the jolt of another imaginary thrust, and screamed, grinning like a fool, into the air. The feeling past though, as did the thought. "More," she pleaded. "Please fuck me more." Tears rolled down her cheeks, and the toughest among the crowd were finally closing in.