0 comments/ 37984 views/ 8 favorites The Case Of The Sex Zombies By: cvent_black 1 The dark doesn’t bother me. It’s soft on the eyes and allows you to concentrate more fully on your other senses. When I walk into a room where I’ve been asked to perform an investigation, often I’ll close my eyes and listen as the air currents move around the walls and sniff at the air. It’s interesting how, with your eyes closed, the other senses translate themselves into a visual sort of representation. With my eyes open I can see with only my eyes, but with my eyes closed I can see with my ears, my nose, or the tips of my fingers. I’m a detective for the Collected Provincial Administration, the CPA, which is in charge of loosely governing most of the outlying planetary systems in our region. I enjoy it because I get to travel around more than most planet-bound constables do, and since it’s considered that I do an adequately professional job, I usually get to have my pick of the really interesting cases. Like the present case I’m on. I rode a cargo transport from Brelton Hub to Janston five days ago and from there hired a small planet hopper taxi to ferry me out to a little backwater gravity well called Hoopers Point. My taxi driver only spoke English, like most of them do, so I couldn’t make out much of what he said about the little sponge of a planet except that it had lots of green trees. That sounded good to me after having spent the last five months on a frozen desert planet investigating a series of rapes. I caught the guy but before we could get him to trial he somehow stepped outside an air lock without any warm clothing on. We found his naked body frozen to the lock handle still trying to get inside even in death. Most places I visit are like that. I find the bad guy and the locals take care of him in their own way. My taxi driver (he said his name was Mike, but that’s what they’re all named) orbited Hoopers Point a couple times before dipping into the well, and I found myself looking down on a jewel of a planet. Blue oceans, small ice caps, and nine major continents all covered in green. “Nice place,” I said. Mike nodded and said, “Jyeah.” I did my best not to smirk at him. I think I’ve been in too many taxis. Once down, Mike wedged on a baseball hat, grabbed my luggage, and jumped out of the hatch. From the open door I felt a wet heat roll into the cabin with a musty green smell to it that spoke of trees, swamps, and masses of living things. The local constable was outside waiting for me, listening to Mike jabber on about unfair tariffs. I paid Mike to make him go away, and the constable led me into a small reception and decontamination area. “Name’s Jaffey,” he said. “Been here six years, almost since colonization.” I nodded and said, “Nice to meet you. I’m Chen Klein, CPA detective.” Jaffey nodded, “I’ve been expecting you. You heard anything about the case?” I shook my head and answered, “Not much. Just that a bunch of women are either dead or close enough to it that it doesn’t matter.” Jaffey nodded again and said, “I would say that those who died had it easy. It’s the living that I feel sorry for. Feel sorry for their families even more.” I waited for him to go on, but he stopped and looked uncomfortable. He fingered his collar and turned a bit red, and then said, “Well, why don’t I show them to you so you can see for yourself. “ I shrugged and said, “Lead the way.” We went to the morgue first. In my last job, bodies were just piled outside an air lock and within half an hour or so, they were frozen solid as a rock. But here in the warm, humid air, that would be a very stinky mistake. The morgue was cold and dry. Jaffey pulled open a drawer and wheeled out a very dead young woman in her twenties with long blond hair and a tight sexy little body. She was heavily bruised on her lower abdomen, and her crotch was shredded into ragged strips of skin. I winced at it, wishing I didn’t have to see things like this. Her breasts were bruised, especially around the nipples, and on her face, where I expected to see an expression of agony, I found a look of ecstasy. She died with a smile on her face despite the damage to her body.” I asked, “Was she raped?” Jaffey shook his head. “No,” he said, “She did this to herself.” He looked uncomfortable. “Some of the dead have passed on quickly,” he said, “but she was one that hung on for quite a while.” From there we went to the local planetary hospital to see some of the ones that were still among the living. Jaffey stopped in the waiting room and introduced me to Dr. Shonka the physician attending the women. She shook my hand in the old fashioned way, and said, “Call me Mell. Dr. Shonka always makes me cringe.” She was lovely. She stood just taller than my shoulder with long, wavy, auburn hair that framed a perfect face. Her eyes caught me. They were golden colored, almost metallic, and they sparkled as she moved them between me and constable Jaffey. “Nice to meet you, Mell,” I said, smiling. Working with her would be a pleasure. Jaffey coughed. “You wouldn’t mind, sir, if I waited down here? I’d rather not go up.” Mell patted him on the shoulder and said, “I’m sorry Jak, I know how hard this is for you. I’ll take Detective Klein up.” Jaffey’s shoulders hung and he mumbled, “Thanks.” “Call me Chen,” I said as she led me into the hospital. “Why’s this hard for him? Is he related to one of the victims?” Mell nodded. “You’ll see her in there. His sister was one of the first victims.” She led me along a hallway, stopped at a doorway, and turned back to me. She was biting her lower lip and considering my face. “This’ll be pretty intense,” she said. “If we can’t figure this out, some of these women will die. These are all good women, most of them my friends. Chen, be kind to them please.” I nodded. She pushed open the door, and I was met by a wall of sound. All the voices were of women in ecstasy. Moans and sighs and cries of pure pleasure were all mingled together into a tapestry of erotic music. The floor and walls were padded, and covered with naked women writhing and slithering against each other. Mouths and tongues and fingers and toes were madly rubbing and pounding crotches and breasts. It was a thirty woman orgy. All of them were young and pretty. All of them were covered in bruises, self inflicted, or caused by a hands or mouths of other women as they gave each other pleasure. Mell pointed to a pretty girl, tall and lithe, with nice large breasts that she was tweaking while another woman licked and chewed on her pussy. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth was open wide as she cried out in orgasm. “That’s the constable’s sister, Jerah. Go touch her on the shoulder and see what happens.” I waded through the room, careful not to step on any bare body parts and touched Jerah on the shoulder. Her eyes flew open, and she screamed out something intelligible. She let go of her nipples and grabbed the woman licking her by the hair and mashed her face into her pussy. The woman sucking her redoubled her efforts, licking and nibbling, sucking and kissing Jerah’s pussy lips. Mell was right about this being intense. I felt myself getting hard as my vision was filled with naked women having sex. Mell must have noticed that I was reacting, so she led me back out into the hallway where we sat down on a bench. “This isn’t a virus?” I asked, “Or some kind of drug or chemical imbalance? Could it be a native fruit they’re eating or an insect that bit them? Why am I here, Dr. Shonka?” “It’s not a virus,” she answered. “It’s not something they ate or something that bit them, although it could be some kind of drug. If it is a drug though, it hasn’t left any trace in their system. According to all of our tests, those women in there are perfectly healthy and fine. Their only symptoms are their sexual activity and their state of catatonia otherwise. Their skin seems to be in a state of hyper sensitivity. That’s why I had you touch Jerah. None of them would have noticed you otherwise.” “What about the dead ones?” I asked, “What did they die from.” Mell shrugged and shook her head. “Maybe they wear out, and die from exhaustion. Maybe it’s something that kills them. The ones that die usually go into a frenzy much more intense than what you saw in there just before they collapse. I’m still working on figuring out the mechanics of this. Your part, the part we need you for, is to find out what they have in common so we can pinpoint the cause.” I nodded. “I’ll do what I can, but this isn’t something that I normally deal with. I’m mostly just a police man like your constable.” “You come with very high recommendations though, Detective Klein.” Her smile was sad and tired. She gave me the list of names and addresses of the women and led me back down to constable Jaffey. “Let me know how you get along, Chen, and I’ll keep you up to date on my work.” Mell smiled and shook my hand again. “I’m glad to have met you.” “My pleasure,” I mumbled, and kissed her hand in the proper fashion. I think she blushed. Well, different places have different styles. 2 Jaffey took me down to the constabulary office and we went over the list of names together. “The doctor said that your sister was one of the first.” I said gently. Jaffey nodded. Have you found any connections between her case and the other women? He sighed. “The only thing that seems to be a common theme is that they’re all young women who are generally considered to be pretty. None of them are younger than seventeen and none of them are older than thirty-two. Considering their symptoms, I’ve asked questions about their sex lives, and all of them seemed to be healthy. None of them were virgins before this happened. None of them showed any signs of being overly preoccupied with sex, and most of them either have boyfriends or are married. They were all normal, healthy and happy women before this happened. Fifteen are dead now. The only good news about any of this is that we haven’t had a new case for about ten days. Up till then we were getting two or three new ones a day. “One other interesting thing,” he said, “is that as this thing progressed it seemed to get stronger. The first to show symptoms are all mostly still alive, but the last five girls only lasted a day or two before they died. “It stopped ten days ago?” I asked Jaffey nodded. “You’ve checked the shipping logs? Entrances and exits?” He nodded again. “No pattern that I could see. Nobody has left the planet for the last thirty days, and all cargo shipments were transferred up in orbit automatically. You and Mike the taxi pilot are the only ones who have come dirtside in the last sixty days.” “Does Mike come often?” “Just when he brought you.” We went over the list of women and picked out the first five to show symptoms. “We’ll start on these tomorrow,” I said. Two were dead, but the other three were still alive having sex back at the hospital. One of them was Jaffey’s sister. Jaffey dropped me and my luggage off at the visitors lodge and promised to meet me there early the next day. I flopped on my bed and rummaged through the visitor pamphlets. Visit Hoopers Point! they shouted. Come see the Cloud Waterfall. Hike through our virgin forests and hunt for Shigger beasts. A Shigger beast it seems is a fat antelope like animal with large brown eyes and vicious teeth that tastes just like beef but better. I read an amusing account of a hunting party where four off worlders were lost in the forest for six days before finding their way back tired and sore. The moral of the story was to hire local guides at 15 credits an hour or you might end up just like them. Finally I settled down to a nature book cataloging the local flora and fauna of Hoopers Point. It was mostly trees and things that lived in, around, under, or over trees, like birds and fungus, and Shigger beasts and burrowing cats and other things. I fell asleep in the middle of a description of a scaly yellow bat that ate bird eggs. When Jaffey arrived in the morning, I was up and ready to go. He handed me the list and I read through it as he drove. Mishey Tenkons, age 23. Kallin Jeppeson, age 18. Dead. Jerah Jaffey, age 26. Hephre Jeppeson, age 23. Dead. Denne Kinderoff, age 20. “Are Kallin and Hephre related?” I asked. “They were sisters.” “Are any of the other girls related?” “There’s one other set of sisters. Other than that, no, none of them are related.” “Hmm,” I said. “Lets go see the Jeppeson family first. Hooper’s Point was only an eight year old colony with a population of about 46 thousand. Most of them lived locally in or around the town called Hooper’s Point. All of the sick or dead girls were local. We drove through town and out into the trees to a small homesteading community where the Jeppesons lived. They had a log house, nice and trim, with a neat yard and a big garden out back. Jaffey knocked on the door and Mrs. Jeppeson let us in. We asked lots of questions. When did they get sick? Who were they with? Did it happen suddenly or did it gradually appear? Poor Mrs. Jeppeson sent her girls off to clean the barn, and when they didn’t come back, she went looking, and found them rolling around in the hay in a tight, grunting, slurping sixty-nine. They stayed that way for a day and a half before she could bear to even tell her husband about it. She was intensely embarrassed, and now she was intensely sad. “If only I’d known from the beginning that this was something wrong and not my girls being bad, I would have done something sooner, and then they might still be alive.” We gleaned a few nuggets from her. Hephre had a boy friend, and they both had gone to visit him the day before they went crazy. His name was Mike Willson, an English that for once wasn’t a taxi pilot. We found him at home setting up a satellite dish next to his log cabin. He invited us in and handed out drinks. My glass was full of something orange that smelled sweet and looked syrupy. I watched Jaffey, and he didn’t seem to recognize it any more than I did. “What is this?” I asked. “Jana juice from the Jana tree,” he said. “It grows out past the Cloud Waterfall. My friend Jemmy Perce brings them back in his carryall and we make juice out of it. Try it. It tastes great.” I sipped mine and found that while the taste was delicious and light, the texture of the stuff was a bit too slimy for my liking. When I swallowed it, I felt it tingle all the way down. I set mine down on the table and left it there. Jaffey liked it though and drank his all the way down. Mike said, “We’ve been thinking of marketing it, but it’s too hard to gather, and there just aren’t very many of the trees around. We pretty much gave up getting rich from it.” Jana juice. Could it be? I asked him, “Before the girls got sick, did they drink any of the juice?” “Yeah”, he nodded, “They were both over here the day before, and they both had some. I see where you’re going. Like maybe it’s the juice causing all this, but I don’t think so. My kid sister has been drinking this juice for the last year, and she hasn’t had any problems at all.” “Make a list for me of all the people you might have given this to just in case, and I’ll take some back with me and have Dr. Shonka take a look at it. 3 Back at the hospital, Mell looked tired. I handed the Jana juice to her, and she said, “I’ve heard of it, but never tried it.” “It tastes good, but it’s a little slimy. It also might be what’s causing this thing, so don’t drink any.” She looked at it sadly, and then sat down. “Another one died today. You saw her yesterday. She was the one doing things to Jaffey’s sister.” I lifted her chin and smiled at her. “I have a couple more interviews today, but afterward would you like to have lunch with me?” Her face brightened, and her eyes filled with tears, but she nodded yes. Jaffey and I went out again and interviewed the family of Mishey Tenkons. She was newly married, and we found her husband bitter and angry. “Well, I’m glad she’s not dead at least. I was out working in the field with a friend of mine, and we both came inside to get something to eat and found Mishey naked on the living room floor rubbing herself as fast and as hard as she could. When she saw us she jumped up and attacked my friend. She threw her arms around his neck and humped her legs up around him and started rubbing her pussy against his crotch. I yelled at her and peeled her off, so she sat down on the floor and had an orgasm in front of us.” I mumbled something empathetic to him and then asked, “Do you know what Jana juice is?” “Yeah, sure, I got some from Mike Willson. He’s my friend that Mishey jumped on.” “Really,” I said, feeling a rush go through me. “And did she every have any of the juice?” “Mishey? No, she wouldn’t drink any. She said it looked and smelled like thick pee.” Later, as Mell and I sat at a table eating lunch, we talked over the details. The day before the Jeppeson girls went crazy they both had Jana juice with Mike Willson. Mishey Tenkons, never drank any, but her husband was a friend of Mike and liked the taste of Jana Juice. When we interviewed Denne Kinderoff’s family we found that she had tried some Jana juice a two weeks before she went crazy and was found running around naked chasing the family dog trying to get it to service her. Neither she nor her boyfriend new Mike Willson, but her boyfriend got his supply of Jana juice from a mutual friend. Mell said that she had run some tests on the juice and had found an interesting mixture of acids and sugars, but nothing that jumped out as obviously threatening. We talked together for a long time, and I found myself enjoying the way she phrased things and the way she formed her words. She had a slight accent that I couldn’t place, and her eyes were captivating. Customs are very important where I come from. One of them is that when you eat with a female guest, you cut her food for her. My parents told me it’s an old custom from before there was space travel. Who knows where it comes from, but when used properly it can be a pretty erotic thing. The trouble was convincing Mell that she should let me. It seemed to embarrass her, and she blushed very prettily. I paid attention to her, cutting three or four pieces at a time and watching as she ate and enjoyed her food, and then cutting a few more. She tried cutting my food, but I told her it wasn’t proper, so we talked and ate, and I cut. By the end of the meal she was really warming up, and even touched my hand for a couple of brief seconds, feathery light and smooth. I felt my head spin slightly as her gold flecked eyes gazed into mine. “Mell,” I said, “Have you every tried Jana juice? You’ve really got to, it tastes wonderful.” Mell sat back in her chair and her expression changed. “Are you feeling ok, Chen?” She asked. “Never felt more alive in my life,” I said. “I think I’m in love with you, by the way.” I stood up from the table and tried to spin myself around, but I tripped over a chair, crashed into a neighboring table and ended up lying on the floor looking up at the ceiling. Things went a bit hazy after that. I woke up in the hospital feeling horribly embarrassed. I could remember everything I did and everything I said, but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember why I did it. Yes, I found Mell attractive, but I went far out of line with her. When she came into my room and stood by my bed, I apologized to her, asked her forgiveness, told her I was a worm, and hoped she didn’t think I was horrible. She laid her hand on mine and said softly, “Chen, up to the point where you started spinning around the room, I had a wonderful time. I don’t think I’d mind too much if you fell in love with me.” She lifted my hand and kissed it. The Case Of The Sex Zombies I was speechless. Didn’t know what to say. Mell smiled and asked, “Do you have any idea what happened at the restaurant?” I shook my head and said, “No clue. Maybe the Jana juice?” She looked thoughtful. “Maybe. When I looked at it, I checked it for poisons and didn’t find any, but I’ll have to check it for other things.” “If it was the Jana juice, I wasn’t the only one that tried it. Constable Jaffey drank his whole glass while I just sipped mine.” I got up off the bed. “I better go check him.” It took some work to find him. He wasn’t in his office, and the secretary there couldn’t reach him on his radio. She finally checked out a patrol car to me and gave me his home address. I bumbled around the suburbs for half an hour and finally found his house at the end of a shady, tree lined road. Jaffey was laying out in his front yard naked and snoring like a log. I got one of his arms around my neck and dragged him inside his house, found a blanket and covered him up, and then got some coffee to wake him up. He looked up at me with bleary eyes and said, “I’m an idiot.” “That’s funny,” I said. “I was just telling Dr. Shonka the same thing.” He sighed and said, “Either my girl friend is now my fiancé or she’s never going to speak to me again.” He wouldn’t tell me what happened although he said it was horrible. “I was watching myself do and say things that I knew I shouldn’t but I couldn’t control myself. I’ve never felt anything like it before.” “Get dressed,” I said. “I think we need to pay Mike Willson another visit.” Mike was out in his back field mending a fence. He saw us park in his driveway, and waved us back toward him. “Do you mine if I work while we talk? I had Shigger beasts tearing up my field all night last night. I’ve been trying to grow Jana trees here in the field, but the Shigger beasts keep eating them.” “Mike,” I said, “I had a reaction to the Jana juice you gave me. So did constable Jaffey. Did you know it would happen? Why didn’t you warn us?” Mike laughed. “Oh yeah, I forgot. The first time you drink it, it’ll make you a bit dizzy, but it’s only the first time. After that, you’re body gets used to it I guess.” “When the Jeppeson girls got sick, was it the first time they tried Jana juice?” He shook his head. “No. They had it first maybe a week or two before that. That was right around the time Jemmy Perce and I figured out how to make the juice.” “Mike,” I said, “Under the authority of the CPA I’m ordering you to stop production of Jana juice. I’d like a list of all the people you might have given it to and any that might still have it. Mike, I think the juice might have something to do with the girls going crazy. Will you comply with the order?” Mike had turned a little white, and then he squared his jaw and started to turn red. “You’re just like all the rest of the goddamned English haters, trying to keep us down!” He spat at my feet and said, “Fyuk Yew” in English. Constable Jaffey froze him and put a gag field on him and then led him back to the patrol car. When we contacted Jemmy Perce, he was more agreeable and promised that he wouldn’t give out any more juice. We fed Mike into a holding cage at the station, and then I went back over to the hospital to see how Mell was doing on her work. I found her outside the padded room full of women looking flushed and tired. “I’ve been comparing samples of their blood with the chemicals that make up Jana juice, and they all have a trace protein that’s similar to one in the juice, one that’s not natural to the body, but somehow it’s been changed so that it’s not in the original Jana juice form.” “So it really is that juice that’s causing it?” She nodded, “It looks like it is.” It was wonderful news, but she looked distracted instead of excited. “Mell, are you ok?” I asked. She looked up at me, saw that I was worried, and then looked a little embarrassed. “Oh yeah, I’m fine. I’ve just spent the last four hours taking blood tests from women that orgasm every time I stick a needle in them. I’ve spent the last couple months in the company of women who are constantly aroused and constantly having sex. I guess I’m a bit worked up.” She stopped and looked thoughtful. “Do you have fun catching criminals?” “I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t” She nodded. “Now that I’ve found the protein I can make an antidote for it and hopefully all the nice girls in there can go home.” I smiled at her. “It’ll be a little disappointing when it’s over, hu?” She nodded. “That, and I also have a confession to make.” Her face was glum and her head was hung down. “I’ve had to spend a lot of time with women who are having constant sex. It’s a bit disconcerting. Sometimes it was kind of hard to deal with, and once or twice I might have found myself so worked up, I might have joined them. I might have joined in the orgy and I might have had sex with them. And now, when we find the antidote, they’re all going to remember what I did.” “Maybe, maybe not,” I said. “There’s no way to tell until after they’re fixed. Do you have everything you need to make the antidote?” “Almost. It would help if I knew why the protein changed and how it got in the blood streams of the girls that never even tried Jana juice.” I nodded. “I’ll see what I can find out. In the mean time, don’t worry too much. I think things will work out.” I stooped down, lifted her chin and kissed her lips. She gasped in surprise and broke out into a big grin. “Thank you.” She said. 4 Mike watched me glumly from his cell. “Mike,” I said, “What did you and the Jeppeson sisters do when they visited you the day before they got sick?” “Nothing. Talked.” “That’s all?” He shrugged. “We drank some juice. Watched a movie. Sat around. Nothing.” “Nothing,” I said. He looked uncomfortable. I waited and silently watched him. He got more and more uncomfortable, and then finally said, “Well, we might have done something else too.” I raised an eyebrow. “We um, we might have had sex.” “With both of them?” I asked. He nodded. “Hephre wanted to show her sister, um, well…” He hesitated, “She wanted to show her how much I can cum.” “Really?” I asked. He looked embarrassed and nodded. “I had sex with Hephre while her sister watched, and then Kallin gave me a blow job while Hephre sat on my face.” He shrugged. “It was really great sex. I wish they weren’t dead.” Sperm, I thought. I bet it’s sperm! “Thanks Mike. You’ve helped a lot.” “Does that mean you’re going to let me out?” he asked. “No.” Back at the hospital I found Mell in her lab and told her what I thought. She raised her eyebrows and said, “Sperm?” I nodded. “I haven’t had time to verify this with any of the others, but it’s the only thing that fits. How could a protein only found in Jana juice be found in the blood of girls that never drank any? Their boy friends drank it, not them, and then they had sex, and the protein was changed somehow in the sperm and when it was delivered, the girls went crazy. It’s like a classic sexually transmitted disease.” She scratched her head, thinking hard. “Maybe. Maybe that’s it. But I’ll have to test it. I need some infected sperm.” Slowly she turned in her chair toward me. “Yours might do,” she said flatly. The lab was open, with large windows and lots of doors. “Maybe somewhere more private?” She bit her lip, then giggled, and said, “I know just the place.” She grabbed my hand, led me upstairs, down the private hallway and into the padded room. The women inside had just been fed and they were all in rare form, sucking and licking and rubbing and kissing. Mell walked out into the middle of the room and began undressing. She was quickly mobbed by the women around her, their hands running over her body, removing her bra, ripping her panties and then pulling her down into a mound of writhing, slurping, moaning bodies. Muffled beneath a breast, her voice reached me, “Come and, oh yeah, come and join me, ooh, Chen. Ahh.” She pried herself loose and sat up. Her hair was mussed, and she was naked and glorious. She had firm, uplifted breasts with little brown nipples and a trim waist. She shaved the hair between her legs, leaving her tight pussy lips bare for the licking. And she was smiling, almost laughing. I shrugged and joined her, stripping off my clothes. Hands reached out and touched me as I walked toward her. They touched my legs and feet, they reached up to my thighs and grasped my cock and cupped my ass. Someone even smacked my butt. Mell held up a hand to stop me as I reached out to her. “I want you too. I want you really bad, but I don’t want to end up like these girls before I make an antidote for it. Once that’s done, then you can fuck my brains out and turn me into one of these for a day or two, but not till then.” She held my hand and laid me down on the floor. A small blond woman quickly straddled me and impaled herself on my cock. A look of intense relief covered her face. She rocked back and forth on me, and in three strokes she was at orgasm. She was replaced by a tall dark haired woman, Jaffey’s sister. She lasted a bit longer, rocking and moaning and kissing my chest. Mell sat by me while a red haired girl slurped and licked her pussy. She was grinning as she watched me, shuddering with the pleasure. “Are you enjoying yourself Mr. Detective?” I nodded, unable to speak. While Jaffey’s sister fucked me another girl, maybe 18 years old and very slim crawled over to me and whimpered. She managed to say, “suck” and then threw a leg over my neck, trapping my face in her pussy. She smelled strongly of sex. I licked her clitoris and nibbled on her lips. She moaned, threw her head back, and ground herself into me. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Mell was doing the same thing. Jaffey’s sister grunted and came, and was replaced by another and another. I closed my eyes, and in the dark, I began to see with my other senses. I saw the smell of sex all around me, and saw the sounds of pleasure. I saw the soft skin sheathing my cock, grinding up and down. I felt the small hands on my chest and the slightly fuzzy cunt rubbing against my lips. I was immersed, drowning in the feelings and sensations. I felt a tightness begin at the base of my cock that slowly worked its way up toward the tip. I could feel my balls tighten, and I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, so I pried the girl off my face and said, “Mell! Almost... ready… to come.” She quickly unburied herself, shoved the girl that was fucking me off and grabbed my cock in her hands. She had a small plastic cup clenched between her teeth, ready to collect the sperm. My cock was slimy with the juice left from my partner’s pussy, so Mell’s hands slid easily up and down. She was concentrating hard, but she was also making soft mewling sounds of pleasure. She pumped vigorously. I arched my back and sprayed come into the air and over her hands, some landed on her face, and some even made it into the cup. Two points for me! She scraped the stuff off her hands into the cup, and smiled at me with a very smug, satisfied grin. “That wasn’t so hard was it?” We got dressed and slowly ambled down to her lab. The tests she ran on my sperm showed that there was a trace amount of the protein, and it was changed in the same way as the protein found in the girls upstairs. “That’s it. We found it. The girls had sex with someone who was drinking the juice and a day or so later they became the sex zombies you just fucked upstairs.” I nodded, still feeling a little buzzed from my orgasm. Mell said, “Why don’t you go back to the visitors lodge and I’ll come find you when I’m done.” I nodded and left her to her work. Some time later in my room, the door buzzer woke me. I stumbled to the door in my shorts and cracked it open. There stood Mell and Jerah, and five other girls, smiling and happy and aware. I opened the door wide and shouted, “It worked!” Then Mell was in my arms, kissing me, and Jerah was kissing me, and then I was surrounded by girls kissing me and saying thank you. Mell said, “These girls wanted to thank you in person. Jerah and the others were the ones that made love to you.” I stared at them, blushing, not sure what to do with my hands. Jerah said, “I think it’s best for all concerned that we pretend that we don’t remember anything from when we were acting crazy, but really we do, and the secret that none of us are planning to tell anyone, is that we all loved every minute of it. It was the poor girls that didn’t like it that died.” Jerah sighed. “I feel really sorry for them. I wish it could have worked out another way.” The girls kissed me again, and then left me alone with Mell. She was grinning. She said, “I thought about giving myself the antidote, but then changed my mind.” She handed me a bottle with a thick yellow liquid in it. “Jana juice,” she said. “Drink it.” I did. I drank the whole thing. She then handed me a skin spray and said, “The antidote. I want to be a sex zombie for a day or so, and then bring me out of it.” I nodded and smiled. She dropped to her knees in front of me and said, “From what I understand, it doesn’t matter how your sperm enters my system, so I thought I would try it in as many different ways as possible.” She peeled down my shorts, and sucked my cock into her mouth. It was only half hard, but quickly expanded as her tongue slithered around it. She pushed her head against me and swallowed as much as she could till I felt the muscles of her throat squeezing against me. “Ahh, Mell,” I said. She lifted her head off me, leaving a string of saliva and precum connected to the tip of my cock. Her eyes were golden and shining. “You like?” she asked. “Very much.” She sucked for all she was worth, while I grabbed her hair and pressed myself into her face. She was rewarded with a nice big load of sperm, along with a nice big load of our special protein. We talked and cuddled for a few hours, and I watched her closely. I watched as she started to get distracted, then for a while she just stared off into the corner of the room. Slowly her hands began to move over her body. She was still wearing her dress, but with nothing underneath. The women in the padded room had ripped her underwear to pieces earlier. She rubbed her breasts through the fabric and wiggled her legs together. Finally, the dress was in her way, so she ripped it off and began rubbing her pussy with both hands. Her breathing was heavy, and she moaned slightly under her breath. I touched her shoulder, and she cried out, jerking her body in orgasm. I could see her pussy lips spread wide, clenching and unclenching. She attacked me then and shoved herself onto my cock, howling in pleasure. We bumped against each other, slamming our crotches together and apart. She came again. And again. I leaned down and sucked a nipple into my mouth, and her head flew back, her chin pointing at the ceiling. I lasted twelve hours. It was grueling, exhausting, and wonderful. She finally collapsed into sleep as she was grinding her pussy against my leg. We slept for a couple hours, and woke up to do it some more. The day and a half went by in slow motion, her breasts, pussy, mouth and ass filling my whole attention. When it was finally done, and she was starting to show bruises, I sprayed her arm with the antidote, and then sprayed myself. She slowly came back to reality and collapsed on the bed. We slept there for a day or so, and when she finally came out of it, she was radiant. “I don’t ever want to do that again, but I’m glad we did,” She was tired and bruised. “Oh God, my pussy’s sore.” 5 I let Mike out of jail the next day after he promised to never make Jana juice again. I wasn’t exactly sure what I should file in the report against him, and finally decided on disrespect to an officer of the CPA and manufacturing a mind altering substance. He never intended to cause any harm, and like most other places, I guessed that if he really was evil, the locals would take care of him. They generally do. Once my report was filed, the CPA issued me another assignment almost immediately. A couple of college girls had disappeared from Collected Provincial University, and one of my old professors was the main suspect. When I showed my orders to Mell, she sighed and nodded. “I knew you probably wouldn’t be here long after we solved this.” She looked sad but resigned and tried to force a smile on her face. I considered her face and her beautiful eyes. “I haven’t taken vacation in over five years,” I said. “I’ve heard that the Cloud Waterfall is beautiful this time of year and that hunting for Shigger beasts is a pretty fun sport. I’ve been thinking of spending some time here instead of taking my next assignment. You wouldn’t happen to know anyone that could show me around, would you?” She squeaked, jumped into my arms, and kissed me. “It’s short notice,” she breathed into my ear, “But I think I can find someone.”