Summary: mind control, Mf, some ff, incest
A rabies mutation has an
affinity for different neural tissues. Can we stop this disease before it
spreads to every human on the planet? And do we really want to?
See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now.
Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this at home.
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Author's Rambling: This is one of those stories with -- egads! -- setup and development, so it takes a little while to get going. It's not all sex, some of it is a little more violent than usual (hey, it's rabies we're talking here), and let me know what you think of it.
Have fun!
The end, when it came, did not come with a bang. Neither did it come with a whimper. Instead, it came (pardon the pun) with the loud, gasping screams of a mind-blowing orgasm.
Right now, my mother is writhing, tied to the couch, begging me to fuck her. My wife is pleading from the bedroom, where I have also tied her. So far, I seem to be unaffected by the disease, though I watch everyone around me, everyone dear to me, succumb. I am trying to record my thoughts now in case I, too, fall to this plague.
It was viral. That much was pretty well agreed upon before the news reports became ... surreal. It seemed to be a mutated strain of rabies, with an affinity for different neural tissues, for the septal region, whatever that is.
Whether it was a natural mutation or a deliberate, terrorist act was never determined.
Infected individuals initially just ran a fever. They gradually became extremely emotional and sexually agitated but were unable to orgasm, increasing their emotional volatility. During this second stage of the disease (the first stage being the short incubation period), coherent thought was still possible for the victim with enough effort.
Then came the convulsions. The victims described these as enormous orgasms, too big, too thrilling, to describe. "Orgasm" did not even begin to cover it, they all agreed. They sought for the rest of their lives to experience these again, which seemed to almost "burn out" the part of the brain that accomplished rational thought (or at least responsible thought), especially in women. Females were left afterwards perpetually horny and incredibly submissive and exhibitionistic.
At first it was thought that men did not experience these personality changes, leading "street speculation" to claim that it simply made females just as "horny" as men always are, but without the puberty years to learn to control that. This was sexist rubbish. Men kept the ability to form rational plans -- conniving plans -- to seduce and take women, especially uninfected, "clean" women. They kept the knowledge that this was wrong, but they just stopped caring. The portion of the brain that kept these lurid desires suppressed was "fried" just as much as women's intelligence and assertiveness.
And with this insidious little trick -- borrowing built-in human instincts -- this mutated freak of a pathogen became the most successful virus in human history.
The first cases appeared in Brazil -- hell, the very first cases were suspected of simply being a few people starting Carnival early. Once sufficient victims fell to it, it became known as the Brazilian Syndrome, or the Rain Forest's Revenge. Then cases started creeping up all over the world, despite quarantines. It started being called Harlot Fever or Whorepox.
To this city, to my family, to me myself, right up until just before the end, it was still just something happening "out there," if you even believed that it was happening at all, that it was not a huge scam. It was something you read about in the papers, but did not ever expect to see. I myself wondered how big a hoax could get before it fell apart under its own weight.
Then horrible reality slipped in the front door when my brother returned home.