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Resistance 3 - Chapter 10
🕑 Added 2020-01-23 14:28:44 +0000 UTC
The phone rang and rang, and again Meghan’s voicemail picked up. Christine hung up and then immediately dialed Derek, who didn’t answer either. Where were they? Neither of them had answered all morning. She had gotten one call from Meghan yesterday, which she had missed, and nothing since then.
Two days without talking to either of them. It wasn’t a big deal. They’d gone far longer than that before. But still, she was uneasy. The two of them, alone, unattended. Together…
She gnawed at her lip nervously, deliberating trying both of their numbers again, but settled for just putting her phone away. She turned her attention back to her husband, who seemed more or less in the same state as when she’d first arrived, hooked up to a myriad of life support, but the situation was far more precarious than it appeared now.
Christine knew he could go at any moment. The hospital staff had already come over with a stack of documents to sign, outlining arrangements for the body, responsibility of Robert’s possessions, circumstances under which she would or would not allow resuscitation. A priest had stopped in to offer to administer last rites.
That was it. A few nurses here and there to check vitals. No doctors. Dr. James hadn’t returned since their ambiguous conversation. Where was he? Still discussing things with his mysterious unseen colleagues? Or maybe they’d already made the decision not to intervene and just hadn’t bothered to inform her, preferring to leave her undisturbed to be present for her husband’s last moments...
Christine paced about restlessly for perhaps half an hour before deciding she couldn’t take the uncertainty any longer. She had to know if there was any hope at all. Casting a glance back at Robert, hoping that nothing would happen in the next moments while he was unattended, she strode over to the room door with grim determination.
Her fingertips had just touched the doorknob, when it turned abruptly and the door swung open.
“Oh!”
Christine was startled as a trio tried to enter the room just as she had made to exit, nearly colliding into them. She was stunned again when she saw who it was.
It was two women, nurses perhaps, but they were both extraordinarily beautiful. Like Dr. James, who was just behind the pair, they had clearly been infected previously -- they were just too flawlessly beautiful not to be -- but also had meticulously maintained themselves thereafter, apparently. Each looked very young, having the appearance of perhaps being in their early twenties, but something about both of them also instantly exuded an aura of experience and wisdom.
As when Christine had first encountered Dr. James, she felt something stir inside of herself despite the circumstances. They were just too attractive… Having been outside of Quarantine, out in the world at large, she had encountered many (many, many) others, all of them infected with a virus which transformed its host into the peak perfection of sexuality, and yet still somehow… these two women were beyond that, on a level completely their own.
“Pardon me,” the woman on the left said with efficient courtesy but no warmth whatsoever, so that the effect was nearly that of disdainful contempt. Despite that, Christine felt herself nearly drowning in the woman’s striking green eyes, framed by luscious brunette hair.
The moment was broken as the woman brushed past her, followed by the other, golden-haired and blue-eyed like herself; and while Christine turned heads wherever she went, even these days, she felt like a total frump in comparison to this blonde bombshell of a goddess.
Strangely enough, Dr. James seemed to be equally in awe, trailing behind demurely.
“Lock the door, Paxton,” the brunette ordered brusquely.
“Yes, Director Williams,” Dr. James answered, turning back promptly, shutting the door and deadbolting it with a loud click.
“Let’s get under way.”
To Christine’s great shock, the women and Dr. James began briskly and unceremoniously disconnecting Robert from the machinery, pulling off sensors and extracting IV needles and his breathing tube.
“Wait a minute!” Christine stunned, lurched herself into motion, joining the three of them at the bedside. “He needs that to..!”
The rhythmic beeping abruptly became a piercing steady tone again as someone removed Robert’s cardiogram sensors.
“Stand aside, please,” the blonde woman said in a disinterested tone, before giving something of an annoyed huff, reaching around Christine, who was still paralyzed in disbelief, and shutting a switch off, silencing the heart monitor.
“What… what’re you doing?” Christine cried. “He’ll die!!!”
“Pax…” The blonde gave Dr. James an annoyed, eye-rolling look, and then his hands were on Christine’s shoulders, gently but firmly and inexorably moving her backwards, away from the bed, away from her husband.
Robert suddenly let out a weak, rattling gasp, shaking and twitching, rattling the metal rails of the hospital bed. Christine tried to wrench free and put an end to this, save her husband from this madness.
“They’re killing him! Stop! Stop this!”
Dr. James held up a finger, shushing her. “We’ll need for you to calm down, Mrs. Anderson. Otherwise you can’t remain here in the room.”
“But, Doctor! They’re --”
“They’re here to do what you asked,” he cut in. “Now settle down, please.”
Christine was still panicked, but she stopped struggling against Dr. James’ grip, which was impossible to escape anyway. Instead, chest heaving, she leaned to the side so that she was able to look around the doctor’s immense torso and at least see what the two women were doing behind him.
“Dr. Roberts, if you please,” the dark-haired woman said, holding out her arms. As Robert convulsed and shook in front of the pair of them, the life ebbing out of his body, the blonde began unbuttoning the front of the other woman’s white uniform, then slid the top off, exposing the brunette’s sleek toned shoulders and arms. She had on an elaborate white lace bra supporting her bust, which was simply enormous, until she reached behind herself and unclasped it with one hand before delicately sliding out of it. The blonde woman took the bra as well, standing to the side casually, holding her garments.
With no urgency whatsoever, the brunette, now fully nude from the waist up, climbed onto the bed, straddling Robert, looking down with mild interest as he twitched weakly, nearly spent.
“So,” Erika Williams said. “You’re the one who nearly destroyed my legacy.”
“You mean my legacy,” Dr. Tiffany Roberts interjected beside her.
“It’s the winners who write the history books,” Erika replied, giving the blonde a catty, playful smile.
“You’ll be the loser, if you don’t get moving,” Dr. Roberts retorted. “He’s almost dead.”
It was true. Robert was laying motionless now, his eyes shut, jaw slack and hanging, his fingers spasming slightly.
With a slanted smile, Director Williams leaned over Robert, her back arched, massive tits outthrust and shoved one erect nipple into his open mouth.
“What..? What..?” Christine whimpered, not able to formulate a coherent sentence. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and she was practically hyperventilating, but still she was aware of the sudden fire that had ignited between her legs.
At first it seemed like nothing had happened and Robert had simply died right there, with one of the brunette’s tits pressed into his mouth, smothering him. But then, Christine saw his throat work slightly, and then again. Suddenly, he inhaled sharply through his nose of his own accord.
“Oh my God,” Christine whispered.
Robert’s arms rose off the bed, wrapping themselves around the brunette, clutching her back, fingertips digging in. His head rose off the bed slightly, burrowing in deeper, his cheeks hollowing he reflexively sucked.
“That’s it,” Director Williams purred pleasurably, arching her back further. “Drink it all up, you little fucker…”
Dr. Roberts came behind, rubbing her hands on Erika’s shoulders. “Mmmmmm… you know, it still makes me horny watching someone get transformed, even after all these years…”
Director Williams turned her head to the side and their lips met, making out heavily, Robert silent beneath, drinking all the while. But after awhile, the blonde broke away, looking back at Christine and the doctor.
“You might as well have some fun too, Pax.”
And indeed Dr. James released Christine and let his own white jacket fall off his shoulders to the floor before beginning to undo his own shirt buttons. Liberated, Christine only stood there in uncertainty, mixed with an undeniable need. “What… What’re you doing…”
“You asked for this,” he answered, pulling his shirt off, revealing his perfect, muscle slabbed body, sculpted pecs and eight pack abs. “You wanted this for your husband.”
He pulled her into his strong arms, their blue eyes meeting. “You’re saying you didn’t want this for yourself..?”
Christine only opened and closed her mouth wordlessly a few times before he leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. A small muffled whimper escaped her throat before she was kissing back furiously, mouth open, tongue enthusiastically exploring his.
On the hospital bed, Director Williams was making out with Dr. Roberts again as she dry humped Robert’s supine body while he remained latched, suckling. She reached down, groping, pulling up his hospital gown, exposing his erect manhood.
Erika shucked the white skirt of her uniform up around her taut waist, taking Robert’s member in hand and guiding it inside of herself, moaning up against Dr. Robert’s lush lips as she was filled up.
Christine watched it all, even as she made out with Paxton James, who was reaching down and undoing her pants as well. He yanked them down in one fluid motion around her ankles and she stepped out of them.
What am I doing, Christine had time to wonder as she clambered onto a nearby chair, resting on her knees on the bottom, leaning her elbows on the chair back, her ass thrust back. She was watching these two amazing sluts screw her husband, infect him. She was about to let this random stranger do the same thing to her. And more powerful than her confusion was the lust, the all encompassing lust.
Dr. James was right. She did want this for herself.
When the doctor pushed her sopping panties to the side and entered her from behind, Christine moaned loudly in appreciation, never taking her eyes off from the sordid display in front of her. She felt her mind going blank, any concerns replaced solely with only nasty, filthy excitement.
It was then that Robert awoke with a sudden startled shout, his eyes snapping open, breaking away from Director William’s fat nipple, milk trickling down his jaw.
“The fuck..?” He muttered, his brow creased with confusion, but only a moment after his forehead smoothed out and he was gripping the dark-haired woman’s taut waist, pumping upwards, unconcerned with the situation. “Hmph. Director Williams.
“I’ve always wanted to fuck you…”
The blonde and brunette paused in their makeout session to look down at their recovered patient before Erika gave a breathless, moaning laugh of triumph. “See?” she groaned, humping all the while. “My legacy… He doesn’t even know who the hell you are…”
“Maybe not,” the blonde doctor replied. “But he will… and he’ll never forget it.” She clambered up on the bed as well, straddling Robert’s face who immediately began licking and she resumed making out with Erika while sensuously grinding her hips.
Even with Dr. James’ cock buried deep in her pussy, Christine still felt envious, wanting to join the threesome. Still, she was enjoying herself, too, getting fucked from behind, her mouth hanging open, panting. Paxton was ramming her with a series of long, hard steady strokes that had her squirming with pleasure on the seat. When he climaxed with a heavy groan, Christine let out a noisy grunt of her own as she came like a bitch in heat, greedily slamming her ass to take his seed as deep in her dripping pussy as possible.
She felt her eyes nearly tear up in appreciation as his erection remained rock hard, continuing to plow in and out of her despite his orgasm. It had been so long since she felt this… This was how it was supposed to be, it felt so right… A man should squirt a huge load in her snatch and then rub the sticky mess around, work it in,and then squirt some more, squeeze it out around his huge, thick shaft as it overflowed…
So good…
An unknown amount of time passed, and Christine was a sweating, panting, dripping mess. Dr. James had cum inside of her three times and she had peaked at least four times herself. She’d lost count, and it didn’t matter. Only the raw pleasure, the mindless animal rutting mattered. Her eyes gazed unseeingly, her mouth hung open, tongue lolling out, openly drooling. She could feel hot streams of semen trickling down her thighs, pooling on the plastic seat around her knees.
When Paxton creamed in her sopping cunt once again, Christine let out a loud guttural keen and passed out.
***
“She’s a real fucking whore, your wife, huh?”
“Yea,” she heard her husband answer casually.
Christine gradually regained consciousness, as she was rocked and jolted. She realized she was still slumped over the chair, making involuntary obscene noises, as Paxton continued reaming her, only now was she aware that his massive tool was buried deep in her ass.
“She’s not even infected, you know…”
Christine’s eyes flickered open to see the threesome standing in front of her now, all of them naked, their perfect hard bodies sheening with sweat, dripping with fluids, all of them panting slightly as they discussed and appraised her.
“It feels the same but… different,” Robert said, miraculously recovered once again.
“It is different,” the stunning blonde answered. “It’s a derivation of the original Legacy Virus. You’ll have clearer mental acuity and impulse control.
“But the trade-off is more powerful base instincts as a result. It can be very subversive.”
Dr. Roberts shrugged, making her mammoth semen-covered tits drip and jiggle. “It makes no difference. Your more powerful high level thought processes will be able to control the urges until you can relieve them at… opportune times.
“For now, while discretion is actually still relevant…”
“And the transmission vehicle?”
“It was a point of some extensive debate,” Erika Willams answered. “And ultimately, we decided that we required a little more agency than transmission through sexual contact and fluid exchange. Infections needed to be more deliberate than in the past. So we went back to basics.”
She grinned, arching her back, thrusting out her own phenomenal tits, which were dribbling. “The virus can only spread through ingestion of infected breast milk.
“Go ahead, Dr. Roberts,” she offered. “You can be the one to do her, since you love it so much…”
“I told you, it still gets me so hot,” the blonde replied, fingering her own sticky slit as she approaching Christine, nearing her head which lolled back and forth as Dr. James continued pumping her ass. She bent over, her gigantic jugs and large erect nipples tantalizingly close to Christine’s slack mouth. “Suck on my titties, you slut.”
“Rob… Robert..?” Christine’s mind felt like mush, and it was hard to formulate words with Paxton’s huge cock working in and out of her asshole, bring her so much brainless ecstasy. Still, there was some last vestige of herself that questioned this, some slight nagging doubt.
“Go ahead, honey,” Robert encouraged flippantly. “You’re not even infected and you’re still a complete whore anyway. Screwing all the neighbors. Fucking Derek, your own son. This guy already jizzed in your pussy and ass half a dozen times.
“You’re a twisted, depraved horny bitch.
“Just do it.
“Suck on her tits and drink her milk.
“And then go home…”
Christine’s mind was swirling around in confusion, but then Paxton grunted and then unloaded yet again in her ass.
“Unnngggggggh!”
She unabashedly came hard in front of them all, bent over the chair, Dr. James’ cock buried in her rear, pussy gushing, thrashing around on the chair, moaning like a whore all the while.
As soon as the world stopped quaking around her and she was able to voluntarily move again, Christine took Dr. Robert’s fat nipple into her mouth, sucking and drinking.
