1 comments/ 17954 views/ 1 favorites The Grateful Virus_Ch. 100 By: jadling The Grateful Virus All events and characters are fictional. Copyright 2007 by James Adling. All rights reserved. Note: There's no sex in this chapter, unless you count the part where Jim is systematically gang-raped by 15,000 of the hottest women in America. But it's more of a nightmare scenario, not really intended to be erotic. Also note: If you’re wondering how we skipped 4 months ahead and all the way to chapter 100, have a look at the “Missing Chapters” chapter, which outlines the events of the missing four months and explains how other authors can contribute to fill them in. Chapter 100 One of Nicole’s agents saw a bizarre developing news story come up on the wire service involving an entire Girl Scout troop going out of control the previous day and all running off to chase a strange man into the woods in Yosemite. The troop leaders had kept the story under wraps until the next afternoon, when according to the initial reports, the girls had returned apparently unharmed. None of them seemed willing to explain what had happened or why. This story absolutely reeked of Jim. It was the best lead they had had in a long time. They instantly mobilized all forces in the area. Unfortunately the timing was bad and many of them were in Hawaii for a meeting. But within an hour an elite squad of black-clad Jim’s Angels parachuted in and began following tracks. Soon they radioed that they had found him sleeping in a clearing. He was in bad shape. He was undernourished, weak, filthy, and unshaven due to trying to live in the wilderness for the last few weeks. He groaned when he woke up and saw the group of lithe, sexy Angels in their form-fitting black uniforms, like 15 of Trinity from The Matrix. He was in no condition to run from them, and he knew from past encounters that they were all elite athletes, well coordinated and trained. There would be no point in running even if he was in perfect shape. He didn't resist them. He began to walk painfully with them down the trail, but they wanted him to go faster than he could, so they loaded him onto a stretcher and carried him out at a run. It wasn't fast enough. As usual, Jen's spies had betrayed them. As the Angels loaded Jim into a van, five hot pink coach buses with darkly tinted windows and fur-lined, leather-covered hubcaps pulled up in the parking lot. The Angels radioed for help as hundreds of Church of Sneezy warriors streamed out in their short pink skirts or sweatpants, tight little midriff-baring shirts, Ugg boots, and big sunglasses despite the fact that it was the middle of the night, not to mention somewhat on the cold side for such skimpy clothing. The 15 Angels on the scene fought brilliantly like the ninjas they were, but they were far too outnumbered. Both sides used non-lethal weapons to avoid any possibility of hurting Jim. Minutes after the last Angel went down in a hail of tranq darts, several pink helicopters with over-sized tinted windows settled down in the parking lot on their leather landing rails with fur-lined struts. Jen's warriors loaded Jim’s unconscious body in to one of them and they all took off in opposite directions. Jim's flew south, staying low to the ground and threading its way through valleys. Near LA, the helicopter approached a pink, pussy-shaped building tucked into an otherwise uninhabited wooded canyon. It flew low up the canyon, its wind causing ripples on the decorative pond in the center of the lower end of the structure. It came to rest on the top of the engorged clitoris. He was lowered into the ceremonial chamber that had long been prepared for this moment. When he woke up the next day and looked around, he was surrounded by a pink silk curtain. There was a rounded pink roof far over his head. He was strapped nude to a gurney propped up at a 45 degree angle. There was a buzz of excited crowd noise outside his little tent. Inside, he was alone except for one woman. It was Jen. Just like in his recurring nightmares, she was dressed in bizarre ceremonial garb and her belly was just beginning to show her pregnancy. He tried blinking several times and wiggled around in the straps, finally resigning himself to the fact that this was no dream. "Hi Jim," she said with a wicked false smile, "I'm so glad you could finally join our little party!" She turned and stepped through the curtain. Her voice came over a PA system. "Girls! Prepare yourselves! I have gathered you, the two thousand original members of our church, together to witness a great day! Today is the day of prophecy! All of our prayers, dieting, exercise, full-body tanning, and Kegel have paid off! We are finally worthy of Sneezy!" She waited through a deafening roar of applause from the assembled masses. "I give you... Jim!" The curtain came down, revealing a round room with stadium seating packed full of women. He was on a raised dais. At its edge, two steps down from where he was, stood a circle of pregnant young women facing outwards and armed to the teeth. There was a brief, breathless pause from the crowd as they all strained to look at him. Every face he saw was beautiful, with its eyes locked on him and its expression overflowing with excitement, happiness, and lust. Their bodies all seemed drop-dead gorgeous. His eyes flickered over them, unable to decide which one to ogle. Suddenly, a girl near the back screamed and tried to rush the stage while tearing her clothes off. All eyes turned to her. She was stopped before she got halfway down, but then several others around the room did the same thing at once, and within seconds the room dissolved into utter pandemonium. The bodyguards around the edge were pepper-spraying the front of the crowd and warding them off with batons while firing tear gas canisters into the middle. Jen hit a button and the dais quickly lowered into the floor. As the ceiling closed over them, Jen switched off her microphone and screamed. "What the hell is wrong with them?! Can't they wait their turn?! I can't fucking believe this! Is there anyone with a brain in this whole fucking church?!" "Maybe it wasn't quite the right choice of words when you said 'I give you Jim,'" Sarah suggested. "But we told them how this was going to work all along! Everyone knows their rank! The prophecy says they get him in strict order of seniority. Idiots! Bitches! Maybe they're not ready for him after all." They all looked up. The sounds of the mob above them screaming and pounding on the reinforced steel doors seemed to make her rethink that. If they tried to deny them what they wanted now, now that they had seen him in the naked flesh, all bets were off. This room was strongly built and could probably resist any assault those girls could mount, but the food supplies in the room would only last a few days. Jen sighed. She switched her microphone back on. "Ok settle down everyone. Calm down and listen, please. SILENCE YOU STUPID BITCHES! Ok. You will all get your turn as it has been ordained. We need you to line up, single file, in order of rank in the hall outside the stage entrance on level B2. Anyone who tries to cut in line or enter the stage room without permission will go to the back of the line." She paused, realizing that many of them had just been pepper sprayed and/or tear gassed and might not be able to see well enough to make it to their place in line. "Doors open in one hour, so you have time to get cleaned up and ready to receive the blessing." She switched her microphone back off and in the silence that followed Jim cleared his throat. They all looked at him. "Uh... Jen? You know this is rape, right?" She laughed at him. "Of course it's not rape. You're a man, dumbass. Or did you forget? Don't worry, we'll remind you plenty. And you saw those girls. They're the hottest in LA. The absolute cream of the city. The city that hot girls from everywhere flock to. Hundreds of them are famous models, singers, or actresses that millions of men around the world jerk off to every day. This is any man's dream come true. So shut the fuck up and enjoy it. Rape, for god's sake. That's pathetic." "But I'm married. I don't want this," he begged. She grabbed him roughly by the hair, lifting his head painfully off the gurney. "Jim," she hissed into his ear, "I can make this much worse for you." She held her cell phone up in front of his face. It had the picture of him with Nicole, but it had been crudely modified to put Jen's slightly too big and incorrectly lit head on Nicole's neck. "Do you have any idea what would happen if we released this picture to the media after we're done with you? If you say one word of this rape bullshit in front of any of those girls out there, I'll do it, and all the fat, ugly girls of the world will hunt you. There are billions of them, Jim, and they're everywhere. What you've been through so far is nothing. If you behave, all you have to do is fuck 30,000 of the hottest girls in America. Don't mess with my church, and you'll have a fighting chance when we're done. The prophecy says you give us all the GIFT of your seed, so you damn well better act like you want this." He shut his mouth and waited. An hour later, they opened the door let the first few girls in line enter the room. At least, unlike in his recurring dream, he could see their faces. Each lust-crazed girl quickly straddled the gurney, facing him, and lowered her insanely hot body onto his cock. They usually rode him fast. If they didn't, Jen or one of her minions screamed at them. Many times there was a particular girl who just blew his mind, and he desperately wished he could stop and appreciate her more, but they seemed to be on a strict schedule. He never managed to take longer than 30 seconds to come, and then she would be forcefully lifted off of him to allow the next girl in line to get a spurt from the last of his orgasm, so that he would only be inside that one for a few seconds. Each time he spurted in one of them, the virus made her instantly come, causing his spurt to be pumped right onto the waiting eggs the virus had released, as well as making the girl shout or cry with joy and gratitude as she felt her life goal of carrying his baby becoming a reality inside her womb. Even the virgins, who rode him with considerable pain on their faces, came right when he came. He was coming almost continually after a few hours of this, and finally he passed out at around the 600th. They couldn't get him, or more importantly his cock, to wake up, so they called it a day. The next day they remembered to give him food and water (without stopping of course). The first day had been mostly UCLA students – the first girls they had recruited. The second and third days were about half celebrities. But everything was a blur for Jim. He had had no time to recover from his previous ordeal, and now he was strapped tightly to a gurney all day and only able to move at night. He was just barely able to notice that some of these women seemed familiar. Only a couple times did he realize who they were. Over the next week as his body recovered somewhat from malnutrition, they managed to get him up to a pace of around 1200 per day, but couldn't seem to go any higher. After another week his pace began to sag again. This was despite the fact that the girls had, incredibly enough, gotten even hotter after the first few days, as he got to the point in their seniority list where they had begun recruiting nationally and raised their standards even higher. By the middle of the third week, when he was halfway through their list of 30,000, a day came when he only managed a mere 100. The next day he passed out after only 15. Then the next day they couldn't even get him hard. In the meantime what little order Jen's church had had was disintegrating around her. The girls who had already received the blessing lost all discipline. Many even dropped out of the church, and few of those who remained could be relied on to follow orders. This was an enormous problem since they, being the senior members, occupied all of the leadership positions, and this was a time when the lower ranks really needed to be tightly managed due to the various forms of insubordination, insanity, and general chaos that lust for Jim inspired. Countless logistical details that kept the church running were forgotten. Basic services were entirely unreliable. Food had gone unordered, causing the cafeteria to shut down for a whole week while everyone starved or joined a clique that hoarded secret stashes of outside food. Bills went unpaid. Garbage piled up. Security patrols were almost non-existent. For the past two weeks, it had been all they could do to keep the line moving. And now that too was impossible because Jim wasn't cooperating anymore. She put out a proclamation that he had suspended his blessing due to bad behavior, and it would resume when the daily functioning of the church was restored to order. This was met with skepticism and anger. Fearing the worst, Jen and a small group of loyalists fortified themselves in the inner sanctum with a 2 week supply of food. She called in doctors for Jim, all of whom advised them to get him to a hospital immediately. Jen refused and offered to fly in any medical equipment they needed via helicopter. As they lowered case after case of medical equipment into the stage room, Jen began to wonder how much they could really need. She looked up at the helicopter. They were readying yet another black case. She picked up her phone and called the pilot to ask how much more was on the way. No answer. What the hell? She tried again. Still no answer. Something was wrong. She turned and strode towards the door, fast. Suddenly the cases all burst open at once and black-clad female figures sprung out in all directions. One knocked Jen out with a flying kick to the back of the neck before she could hit the alarm button. The rest of the guards were overwhelmed silently in seconds. Two minutes later, the Angels were back on board the helicopter with an unconscious Jim. They landed at a nearby airstrip and transferred him to a private jet, which took him to Hawaii. The Grateful Virus_Ch. 101 All events and characters are fictional. Copyright 2007 by James Adling. All rights reserved. Note: This chapter has no sex. Chapter 101 He woke up in a hospital bed several days later. "Where am I?" he asked a nurse. "Safe," she said. "Who are you?" "Friends. People on your side. Don't worry. Sit tight a minute, while I get someone who can explain," she said, leaving the room. A few minutes later a familiar young woman walked in, clad in the Angels' form-fitting black outfit. "Hi Jim. Long time no see. How are you feeling?" "Nicole. I feel like shit. Where am I? Will you let me go?" "You're in our base in Hawaii. We won't stop you if you want to leave, but I think you know even better than I do what it's like out there in public for you right now. If you want to stay here, we'll protect you. " "You lied to me about the morning after pill," he said, looking significantly at her rounded belly. "Yes. Sorry. There was no way I could explain it to you, then." "So why should I trust you now?" "I think you will, pretty soon. Jim, do you want to see your wife?" "Yes!" "We have her here. We took her into hiding about two weeks after you and I first met, because we were worried that the Church of Sneezy -- that's Jen's cult that we just rescued you from -- would use her to try to get to you. I was able to track her down by getting your credit card billing address from that pharmacist. Anyway, your wife is here, but she wanted me to ask you first if you wanted to see her." "Why wouldn't I? Oh. How much does she know?" "Everything. She told me to say she doesn't blame you for anything." Jim's eyes teared up. "Yes of course I want to see her!" Nicole left the room. A few minutes later his wife Jessica entered. She stood at the foot of his bed, looking uncertain. He held his arms open to her, already crying and unable to speak. She ran to him and they hugged, and he told her he loved her and babbled incoherent sobbing apologies. She cut him off. "Jim, none of this, NONE of this, was your fault. You did the best you could. I'm proud of you and I love you too. You fought so hard. Now it's all over. We're safe with these people. After all of this I love you more than ever before. We got through this, so we can get through anything!" She paused as they kissed and smiled through their tears and held each other tightly. For the first time in four months Jim felt truly happy. "And one more thing. I've re-thought my decision... We can have kids now, if you still want to." Jim passed out again. Over the next several days, as Jim recovered, Nicole stayed away except for a few brief visits to ask if he needed anything. He saw nobody else except the nurse and a trio of doctors. He spent his waking hours catching up with his wife. She kept trying to get him to tell the entire story of his last four months, but parts of it were hazy in his memory, and there were many, many other parts he knew he would never forget, but wasn't sure he could ever explain to his wife. When Jim was back on his feet, Nicole arranged a meeting with the two of them to decide what to do next. She began with a briefing. "The Church of Sneezy has fractured into many small, competing sects. Apparently there was nothing in Jen's prophecies to cover this. That means they're not a direct threat to us now, but in a way they may be a bigger threat to the world. The situation is much like the collapse of a government with nuclear weapons. Those weapons can fall into the hands of smaller groups who are more likely to do something crazy." "Wait, you're saying those girls have nukes?" "No. Worse. They have pictures of you. Any and all of the hundreds of new Sneezy sects may have these pictures. Don't underestimate how big a threat this is. If pictures of you made it into the mass media right now, world civilization could easily collapse. Imagine the consequences if one day suddenly none of the women in the world wanted anything to do with any of the men except you. As soon as the men realize what's going on, they would want to kill you, of course. And the women would want to kill all of the men first, to protect you. And if you were killed once pictures had been released, it might be the end of the human race anyway even if people didn't kill each other because we're not sure if anyone would ever have a baby again. Once the viral programming activates in a woman, she can't get pregnant with anyone else but you. So if you were dead, there might be no new generation. We simply don't know. We are working on tracking the more dangerous of these splinter groups, but in the meantime we have to prepare for the worst. Our one hope is that even the stupidest bimbos in the Church of Sneezy understand that if Jim's picture gets out, all women would want Jim's babies, reducing each woman's chances. This has at least made them keep your pictures secret so far." "What about pictures of me that were already out there, from my former life?" "We rounded all of those up in the first month, except copies of your high school yearbook, which luckily don't trigger the virus because you had that god-awful beard. Your family and friends no longer have any copies of any pictures of you, and we made sure none were left behind when we picked up Jessica here." "Hey," said Jessica, "what if he just grows a beard again? Or gets plastic surgery to look really different?" "We thought of that, and Jim thought of it too while he was on the run. What happens when you disguise yourself, Jim?" "It works for a while. Until I get a look at my reflection. Then after that, pretty soon women recognize me again. It turns out it's pretty hard to avoid even glancing at your own reflection. " "I don't understand. Why would looking at yourself in the mirror affect how other people see you later?" Jessica asked. "It's not because Jim sees himself in the mirror," Nicole said. "It's because the virus does. It watches through all of our eyes. The virus in Jim sees his new appearance and uses sneezes to tell the rest of the world about it." She paused to let this sink in. "Yes, it's that smart. The network of virus-infected cells within each of our bodies appears to be an intelligent organism. This is how it's able to adapt itself to fight every new strain of disease, and to overcome any anti-viral or anti-fertility medication we come up with. We've hired and recruited a team of the best geneticists in the world to study this thing. There are bigger and better-funded teams studying it, but the key resource we have is, again, pictures of Jim. We can expose someone to Jim's picture and analyze the changes in the virus and its outputs in sneeze-messages. This has allowed us to at least partly crack the code of some of the messages the virus sends between people via sneezes. One is a message that originates from each woman Jim has sex with. It's sent out by the woman a day or two later, and copied and passed on through sneezes by other people, usually combined with a lot of other messages too, until it eventually has reached the entire population. Our geneticists noticed that all women who end up with 4 fertilized and stable embryos send out the same message, but that it's slightly different from the message sent by all women who get 3, and both of these are different from 2, and etc. In other words, the virus is communicating about how many babies each woman might have." "But why?" "We think we've figured that out. Once we understood these messages we began to track them in the population. We were trying to figure out how these messages ever stop going around the globe. How does the virus know an embryo-count message has gotten through, and it's OK to stop passing it around? It turns out there's a reply. Presumably from the viral network in your body, Jim. An acknowledgment you send out by sneezing after you've gotten a new egg-count message, telling the whole world it can stop passing it around trying to reach you. But your reply also contains something else. This is where it gets really interesting. We figured out part of the code in this message. It contains a simple base-4 number expressed in DNA. It appears to be a tally of the number of eggs you've fertilized, added up across all of your past partners." "It's notching the bedpost." "Basically, yes." "What is it at now?" asked Jessica. "Are you sure you want to know?" "Yeah." "It's at around 70,000." "Holy shit." "Wow." "Any idea why it's keeping track?" "Yes, actually. This is the very latest. We put one of our Angels in a controlled environment and started feeding her forged tallies of increasing amounts, just to see if anything happened. When we reached a certain amount, she didn't want to have Jim's babies anymore." "So it just wants Jim to have a certain number of kids, and then we can go home, and pictures of my husband's face won't be threats to civilization anymore?" "That's how it looks." "Ok, I guess that's good news. How many kids does it want him to have?" "A little under a billion." "Holy crap!" "Wait, isn't this a cure? Can't you just give everyone that same forged tally so they think it's already at a billion?" Jim asked. "We hoped so. But as soon as our test subject came into contact with other people, she went back to wanting Jim's babies. And worst of all, just today it appears the virus has begun encrypting the tallies in response to our hacking." "Smart." "Yes, very. We don't think we're ever going to be able to fool it, even if we can crack its new code. But we must defuse the threat that pictures of you pose to the world. So we're back to another strategy that we've been developing for quite some time. It's desperate, but it seems like the best shot we have. We've established a large and growing worldwide network of fertility clinics. If we can collect enough of your sperm and we have enough clinics, we might be able to reach a billion before the men figure out what's going on." "But how will you tell the women without telling the men?" "Simple. With this." She unrolled a poster. It was a picture of Jim with the words 'Angel Clinics' and the subheading 'You can have it today. Men don't need to know.' "Women who see the picture will get what we're talking about instantly, and the hint about men not needing to know will hopefully keep the secret under wraps long enough for the tally to reach a billion. Men won't even be sure what service all these women are going to the clinics for. They'll think it's just a really poorly thought out ad campaign. We'll need a lot of your sperm, if you're willing to give it. If not, you're still welcome to stay here as long as you want under our protection." "Nicole," he said, "I'm sold. If all I have to do to save the world is jerk off into a cup, just tell me where to spurt." A little while later, Jim came out of the bathroom with a dejected look on his face. Nicole, Jessica and a doctor were all waiting for him outside. "There's a problem. I should have thought of this earlier. I can have an orgasm manually, but nothing comes out." "Shit," said Nicole. They were all quiet for a moment. Then Jessica spoke up. "Can you collect it from his partner after he has sex?" The doctor looked surprised. "We've never done that before, but I think it should be possible." "Ok," said Jessica, "We'll go get you a sample." The next day they again met with Nicole and the doctor, who confirmed that this method of sperm collection seemed to work just fine. But Jim and Jessica had some bad news. "We, uh, tried to get a second sample for you last night," Jessica said, blushing. "Didn't work. He came but nothing came out." "You must now be pregnant. The virus doesn't want to waste his sperm." "Yeah, I think that's right." "Shit," said Nicole. "We need a lot more samples. I guess the sperm bank idea is a bust after all." "Actually," said Jessica, "maybe not. There is still a way." "Honey, no." "Shut up Jim. We talked about this." She turned back to Nicole. "My husband is going to help you, but on my terms. You can collect his sperm the only way we know how. But it's not going to be like the torture chamber those bimbos had him in. He gets breaks. No more than 8 hour days. Weekends off. Vacation time. His health comes first. Those girls almost killed him. And second, I'm worried about him ending up hating sex for the rest of his life. It has to happen in a way that he can enjoy, meaning don't make him feel like a sperm factory. Nobody ever says a word about how efficient he's being. He can choose who he wants. He can take his time when he wants. No daily quotas. He can choose whatever..." she swallowed hard and continued, "positions or foreplay he wants. Nobody forces herself on him. You make sure anyone you recruit understands that if he turns them down you will just artificially inseminate them." "Jessica, you're a hero. I wasn't even going to suggest it," Nicole said. "Yes, we can definitely set that up. I know just where we can find the first 1,500 volunteers. Assuming this is OK with you, Jim." "Wait," he said, "the first 1,500? How many will it take?" They all turned to the doctor. "We can't be sure yet, but I think the best we can do is inseminate 600 patients per, uh, sample. That means about 2000 stable embryos per sample on average. So we'd need half a million samples." "Oh my god," Jim groaned. His nightmare in the Church of Sneezy had only been about 15,000. How could he possibly do 500,000? "Honey, you don't have to go through with this. But at least give it a try. Maybe it won't be so bad as long as you're in control and you can go at your own pace. It's too important to not try. " "But don't we have to hurry?" Jim asked. "I mean, because of the threat from those splinter groups, I really shouldn't be taking my time. We need to go as fast as possible, right?" "Actually, no," said Nicole. "If you're doing this at all, even going slow, it'll give us an easy way to bargain with those splinter groups. They get to be volunteers in exchange for giving up their pictures of you. I think they'll cooperate. But Jim, remember this is entirely up to you. We'll let you stay here with our protection no matter what. " "No, it's OK. I'll give it a shot. No promises though." Nicole led him to his new workplace the next day. The floor was divided into a seemingly random jumble of geometric shapes in different colors. It was padded but non-absorbent, to allow any precious drips of his seed to be collected from anywhere they might fall. The walls and ceiling were mirrors. One entire wall was a one-way mirror, through which he would select his mates. "Looks fine," he said, "but doesn't it need furniture?" The room was completely bare. "Actually no. Put these slippers on. OK, now touch the ceiling." "I can't. It's like 20 feet up!" "Just try." He raised his arms, feeling a little silly. Then he lifted up onto his tiptoes and suddenly the green circular segment of floor he was on moved smoothly up to the ceiling. As his hands touched, he lowered his heels back down, which caused the pedestal he was now on to smoothly come to a stop. "Wow. The whole floor is like this, isn't it?" he asked, looking around at all the different geometric shapes with a new understanding. Nicole nodded. "Cool. How do I get down?" "Just do the opposite. Toes up. You don't have to use both feet. The amount you lift tells it how fast to go." It was amazingly intuitive. He could even put one foot on the intersection of several segments to move them all together, or do two different things at once with his two feet. It soon seemed almost effortless to transform the room any way he wanted. "You, uh, didn't just build this place last night." She laughed. "No. We try to prepare for a lot of possibilities." "Ok. I want to play a little before I start." "Sure thing. Just hit this button here when you're ready for the first group." He fussed with the room for quite a while. He knew he was stalling. Finally, he sat down on a pillar and hit the button. In his room, the lights dimmed. On the other side of the one-way mirror wall, a door opened and in came 20 nude women holding numbers. These were, of course, all members of Jim's Angels, as would be the rest of the first 1,500. They were generally more athletic and a bit older than Jen's recruits -- in their late instead of their early 20s on average. They all had a look of intelligence that made them seem refreshingly individual and real. This made many of them truly beautiful to him, instead of merely sexy, although few of their bodies were anything like the perfection of the girls who had been torturing him just a few days ago. They were, in short, the perfect antidote. The Grateful Virus_Ch. 102 All events and characters are fictional. Copyright 2007 by James Adling. All rights reserved. * The first week was slow going. But as the days passed, Jim began to have a lot more fun as his bad memories faded. Of course there was fun right from the start on one level; the virus made sure of that. But during the first week he only selected the girls who didn't remind him in any way of Jen's followers. He looked for bright eyes, sweet faces, and above all, bodies that didn't look like they could be a model. He still chose girls that he found sexy, but they were sexy in non-mainstream ways. He only brought one of them in at a time, and he never spent less than ten minutes with any of them. The virus's waves of lust made extended foreplay difficult, but he could still take his time during sex by pausing to avoid coming and changing positions often. The movable floor was wonderful for this. No matter how much taller or shorter than him any of his partners were, they could do any position comfortably with a quick adjustment to the floor that he usually didn't even have to think about, as long as his partner was on a different floor segment than he was. If he found himself lifting up on tiptoes to penetrate a taller woman as she stood in front of him, the floor segment he was on would just raise up to take over for him, and stop just when his heels touched it, in exactly the right spot. It was even responsive enough to use for a smooth thrusting motion in certain positions. This was fun, and even useful when he was tired, but he usually preferred doing that "work" himself. It was during the first weekend, which he spent with his wife relaxing on the Angels' yacht and sightseeing from its helicopter, that he finally got it through his head that Jessica really wasn't jealous. She even asked him about how it was going, and didn't seem to mind hearing about it. In fact, she was happy to hear him starting to talk about it without comparing it to his weeks of torture in Jen's church. He seemed to be recovering well, and although she avoided mentioning how slow he was going, she was relieved that he was able to at least make some progress at this important work. Jim reasoned that she had already had plenty of time to get over any jealous feelings during the past few months. In fact, it was more of the virus's work. After its observations of the behavior of the girls at the Church of Sneezy, it had concluded that it was a good idea to suppress any feelings of jealousy, impatience, or aggression felt by any other hosts about Jim or in his presence. The following Monday he was really looking forward to work. He was well rested, fully recovered, and newly free of guilt. This was the day when he really started to have fun at his new job. He turned the whole day into a tournament to find his favorite partner. He let entire groups of 20 right into his room at a time, and started out by lining them up and just briefly trying them all on for size and eliminating about half of them. He skipped virgins in this first round (there were usually 1 or 2 in every group), automatically passing them to the next round so that he could take more time with them. In order to avoid coming in his favorites so that he could keep them around longer, he kept a row of the girls he had already eliminated behind him in ready positions at all times. Then whenever he felt like coming he would just turn around and slide into one of them, then see how many others he could impregnate during the same orgasm. He experimented with stacking these eliminated girls up in twos or threes, but it turned out the best way was to have them lined up next to each other with their asses hanging over an edge and their backs to him, one hand reaching back to keep their pussy lips spread and ready. This way their legs didn't get in the way as he switched from one to the next, and he could make sure the height was just right ahead of time. Also, this position made it possible to let the automatic floor do much of the work of thrusting, which was very helpful while he was coming. He could typically spurt inside of 3 to 4 of them in the same orgasm. As always, the virus made sure that when he spurted they came, even if they had had little to no stimulation before. His best orgasms -- the ones he had after really getting worked up and pausing several times inside of one of his favorites -- went on a lot longer, and if he concentrated (which was not easy under the circumstances) he could impregnate as many as 10 different girls in a row in the same long orgasm. After trying several positions with each girl who made it past that first round, he would choose his favorite from that group. She'd have a seat on one side of the room and the rest of the eliminated girls he hadn't come in yet would go to the other side. Then he'd call in the next group. Eventually, he had quite a crowd of eliminated girls waiting their turn on one side of the room, and ten group winners seated on the other side. It was getting crowded so he stopped bringing in new groups and started comparing the group winners. He first had each one quickly sit on his cock, facing him, just to get a quick comparative feel. Then he lined them all up doggy style on a ledge, with another line of eliminated girls behind them just in case he wanted to come. He went through them once, quickly, and then spent some more time with each one. He came twice during this process, both times remembering to turn around and do it inside the eliminated girls. Then he narrowed the field to five and started taking his time with each of them, finding the exact position he liked the best with each girl. For two of them, one of whom had been a virgin, he really wanted to look into their sweet, expressive faces as he penetrated them, so missionary seemed best. For another, a blond with gorgeous lightly tanned skin, it was the way she moved so passionately, especially when she was on top of him. But because she was so passionate and she was in control in this position, he ended up accidentally coming inside her. The fourth girl had a really perky, rounded, perfectly shaped and toned ass. She was great in doggy style but even better standing up with her chest pressed against a wall and her legs spread wide. She had the cutest little dimples in the small of her back, and her ass cheeks were very perky and fun to grab. The fifth girl had an extreme hourglass figure, so he tried to find positions that accentuated it even more. He found that the difference between her hips and her waist looked the most extreme when she was squatting with her feet on the edge of a ledge and her knees up and spread wide as he stood behind her. She held herself there by holding onto handrails just above her head height, spaced pretty far apart. This caused her back and shoulders to tense, further accentuating her stunning hourglass shape. He really couldn't decide who his favorite was, but he did know that this last girl was the one who was the most fun to wait inside of. Holding himself right on the edge of orgasm while looking down at that amazing body shape was just heavenly. After doing this for quite a while, he couldn't take it any more and he turned around and used up a record 12 eliminated girls all in one huge orgasm, spurting once inside each one as he rode out wave after wave of pleasure. He might have even been able to do one or two more, but he ran out of his row of girls before the orgasm fully ended. The only girls left that he hadn't come inside of were his four remaining favorites. But he was just too exhausted, so he decided to call it a day. He asked Nicole to have them on call for the next time he felt up to having another tournament day. Tuesday was a very relaxing day in which he mostly laid on his back snacking (there was a chef on call) and took his time to choose one or two favorite girls from behind the one way mirror. He would then call them in and let them ride him at whatever pace they wanted. Most wanted to go pretty fast, overwhelmed by lust for him and, more to the point, for his seed. But about one in five took her time and savored it. As always, the magic of the virus made him instantly want more as soon as he looked at the other girls through the one-way mirror, even right after a really satisfying session. But that day it just felt really good to sit there and take a long time to choose. Sometimes he'd tell them to turn around or pose in different positions. But mostly he just enjoyed ogling them in silence, knowing he could have any of these beautiful strangers just by calling out her number. He'd sit there as long as he could, letting his virus-enhanced lust build up and up before he finally gave in and called for one (or sometimes more) of them. During this leisurely day, he came up with a new plan for the next day. That first tournament day had been a lot of fun, and he had also been very productive. 200 in one day! Even though everyone including his wife followed her rule of not mentioning his productivity, he did feel good about having found a way to enjoy getting a lot of his "work" done. And even when he went through a lot of girls in a row, it actually wasn't all that much like the torture in Jen's church, because he was going through them to choose which ones to spend more time with. In the church a big part of what made it torture, besides the painful physical confinement, was wanting more from some, or really most, of them. They had all been so incredibly hot, each in a different way, and yet all he got with most of them was a few quick thrusts, always in that same position and in a hurry. Here, he was screening them, and it was actually a huge turn-on instead of pure frustration to go through so many different women so quickly because he knew he'd get to take his time later with his favorites. Following this line of thought, he decided he wanted to spend Wednesday sampling all 1,000 of the remaining non-virgin Angels to choose his favorites. With an 8-hour day, minus time for meals, that meant about 25 seconds each. He figured even with 5 seconds off of that for switching and for the occasional orgasm inside some of the eliminated ones, 20 seconds would be about the right amount of time to get enough of a feel for each of them to decide whether he wanted more. It was a blast. 20 seconds turned out to be just the right amount of time. With less time, he would have just been going down a line of girls all in the same position comparing how their pussies felt. Not to knock pussy-comparing; that was fun too, in its own way. But it wasn't a good enough basis for choosing favorites. And anyway it was so much more fun to take a moment to appreciate each of their bodies, hug or caress them a little bit, and figure out what position he wanted them in while the virus filled him with waves of lust for this particular one. This would take about half the time, or sometimes a lot less for the really good ones, because the need built up so much faster. Then he'd push into her slowly, savoring the feeling and watching her eyes. While pushing inside a girl for the first time, he always loved to watch her eyes. There was just something wonderful about that moment. The mirrored walls let him do this no matter what the position. Then he'd usually have time for at least a couple full thrusts, after which he'd indicate whether she was one of the 200 he would keep. He was surprised at how often all of this made him want to come. Usually what got him was that slow, delicious initial penetration. That moment was always a huge turn-on. The few seconds of foreplay to build up his desire for each girl as an individual served to make it a powerful moment each time, not a repetitive one. To have so many moments like that in a row, each with a different woman, was just incredibly sexy. As with the previous tournament day, he kept a line of already eliminated girls ready at all times behind him in case he wanted to come. He had to use them often. When his "work" day was over, Nicole stopped him on the way out. "Jim, are you OK?" "I'm a little tired, but feeling great. What an amazing day!" "OK, I just wanted to check and make sure you weren't pushing yourself too hard. There really is no hurry. Did you realize you came inside of 600 today? That's almost the pace Jen had you doing." "Wow. 600, really? That's great to hear. Don't worry about me. I think I had even more fun today than Monday, and I feel just fine. I'm going to take it easy tomorrow though, and finish what I started today on Friday or next week. I don't mean take a day off though. Just another relaxing day like yesterday." "OK. All you have left from our members is those 100 virgins. Is that enough for tomorrow?" "Yeah it's enough, but I think I'll save the virgins for some day next week. Can you bring in outside recruits for tomorrow?" "Sure. We can recruit in a hurry. We didn't expect to have to do that until next week at the earliest, but it's no problem especially if it's going to be a slower paced day. Or how would like to come with and choose who you want to recruit yourself? We have a special bus ready for you." Jim spent the next day on their converted coach bus with darkly tinted windows. The seats had all been removed and replaced with various furniture for various sexual positions: a tall bed, a very comfortable but narrow armless reclining chair, and a long padded bench that stuck out about 4 feet from one side and ran half the length of the bus. The height of the bench could be adjusted anywhere from just below his knee height to just above his waist. The overhead luggage compartments had also been removed, leaving plenty of room to stand upright everywhere. The back quarter of the bus was walled off and contained a mini-lab for processing and storing his sperm. They drove it around the island and parked in various spots, allowing him to look out and point to or describe girls he wanted them to recruit. An Angel would then dart out and talk to her briefly, showing her a picture of Jim, and then usually (unless the girl was already pregnant or otherwise infertile and therefore unaffected by his picture), lead her back to the bus. In a way it was just like what he had done Tuesday. He sat in comfort watching girls through glass with growing lust until he had to have one of them. Like Tuesday, the fact he could have just about anyone he saw was a big turn-on. But this time was far better. These girls were in public, fully clothed, and just going about their ordinary lives. They were real, ordinary people you see on the street, and them being clothed actually seemed to drive his lust for them even higher as he imagined what was under those clothes. Like that tall, classy-looking brunette in the blue striped skirt. Perfect example. In his former life he would have just ogled her as she passed, admiring those tanned and gorgeous legs that disappeared so tantalizingly into her skirt and trying to guess what her upper thighs and ass looked like. Now, he said "brunette, blue skirt" and watched as an Angel quickly recruited her, showing her the picture, whispering in her ear, and pointing to the bus. She stepped onto the bus, walked through the curtain and stopped, seeing him sitting nude in the recliner. Her jaw dropped and her eyes went wide with that familiar look of lust that he never tired of, but also quite a bit of confusion. She started to say something, but he cut her stammering short with a "Shh" and held his arms open to her. That was all it took. She ran to him and kissed him passionately, both of her hands seizing his erection. After a moment he broke the kiss and lifted her hands off of him, pushing her back upright so he could run his hands all over her body through her clothes, appreciating her shape and savoring the anticipation of unwrapping this present. He raised her shirt slightly and caressed her flat, smooth belly and narrow waist before running his hands down the outside of her thighs. He turned her around and very slowly lifted her skirt, checking out her shapely thighs, the very sexy gap between them, and finally her gorgeous ass in white cotton panties. He ran his hands up her inner thighs, stopping just short of her pussy, then gripped a firm, rounded butt-cheek in each hand. She moaned and pressed back toward him. A damp spot was forming fast at her crotch, which as she pressed backwards toward him was about a foot from his face. The smell of her arousal hit him hard, and he almost ripped her panties off and took her right then. Instead, he got her skirt unzipped and she quickly stepped out of it as his hands returned to caressing her thighs and ass. One hand finally lightly teased her now soaking crotch while the other explored her lower back, pushing her shirt up a little to reveal more of her beautiful skin and then undoing her bra. He turned her around again and caressed her legs, teasing her inner thighs before pressing one hand against her crotch and using the other to raise her shirt up to just below her breasts. Her belly was so flat, her skin was so smooth and perfectly tanned, and her shape was just as he liked it: curvy and trim without being too thin. She was moaning with lust, eyes tightly closed, hips sensuously grinding against his hand. He pushed her shirt up a little more, gesturing to her to take it off, which she quickly did, taking the bra with it. He leaned his head up towards her breasts and she bent over to let him suckle on a tiny, hard, upturned nipple, while she again took his raging erection in her hands. Now his lust was almost unbearable, but he still forced himself to remove her panties slowly, first just stretching them down a little in front to watch her pubic hair come into view below that gorgeous flat belly, then turning her around to slide them slowly off of her rounded ass. It was perfect. So shapely and perky, with such flawless skin. Even her pussy was beautiful. He had her spread her legs and he played with it with both hands, watching his finger penetrate her right in front of his face. God, she was so wet and smooth. He simply couldn't wait any longer. He spun her around again and had her climb on top of him, facing him. Yesterday had gotten him addicted to watching faces during first-time penetration, and without mirrored walls he had to have her facing him. She moved his cock into position and began to lower herself, but he stopped her, holding her off of him and forcing her to take her time. "Look at me," he said. These were the first words he had said to this stranger, and they came as the head of his cock was buried just inside her tight, smooth pussy. Their eyes met and he allowed her to very slowly lower herself another inch onto his rock-hard erection. Just a few minutes ago she had been yet another stranger on a crowded sidewalk. Now their eyes and bodies were locked together. He could see on her face the delicious, incredibly satisfying penetration she was feeling as she pushed onto him inch by inch. She finally got all the way down and he turned his gaze to her beautiful body as she began to ride him. He then realized all of a sudden that this narrow recliner was a lot like the gurney he had been strapped to during his weeks of torture, and this was just about the exact position they had used. And she was easily hot enough to have been one of Jen's girls. It was amazing that he hadn't realized this before. He must really be getting over it. But now that he had thought of it, he wanted a different position. "Up," he said. "On your knees on the bench." She immediately complied. He got behind her and pushed deep inside her once again, marveling at how this position tightened her entrance and accentuated her curves. But it did something else, too. It also allowed him to look out the bus window. His eyes immediately locked onto a group of three Japanese tourist girls waiting to cross the street toward the bus. They were so cute with their little cartoon character shirts and their innocent, smiling faces. "The Japanese girls, all of them," he said into the radio, and an Angel stationed across the street instantly approached them, falling into stride with them just as they began to cross. He watched their faces closely and could see the moment they became his as they looked at his picture in the Angel's hand. Then when she told them he was on the bus and wanted to see them, and they all looked up at the dark windows with their sweet little faces suddenly full of lust, he came without warning inside the brunette. He looked back down at her gorgeous body, also of course in the throes of orgasm, as he pumped deeply in and out of her, coming hard. When he finally finished and looked up again, the Japanese girls were all on board the bus, peeking through the curtain at the front, their cute little mouths open in shock and confusion and their faces flushed with arousal. The one in front, the only one whose body he could see, had her hand in the front of her shorts, and a taller one behind her seemed to be hyperventilating, leaning against the railing for support. He pulled out of the brunette and, telling her not to spill, directed her to the door at the back of the bus. As she walked off on shaky legs, he turned his gaze, and his rock-hard and glistening erection, back toward the three stunned girls.