Copyright 2015, 2021 Lisa Summers
All characters depicted in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Sometimes Evil doesn't get punished.
Sometimes Evil takes over the world.
And FIT is oh, so Good at being Evil!
Chapter 1
Samantha Crowder surreptitiously unlocked the entrance to the Beginnings Fertility Clinic, located at 8th Avenue in Park Slope, Brooklyn, and shut off the alarm. As the receptionist at the facility, she had access to all the security features. As a recent convert to the lesbian criminal conspiracy FIT, she took advantage of that fact. On a Sunday evening, the facility was closed, as per usual operating hours, and no one else would be present.
She felt a little guilty at first, considering that if the Clinic Director Alexandra Neuwes knew what she was up to, she'd have her arrested and most likely buried in the deepest cell in the most secure Super Max prison for women - if there even was such a thing. On further reflection though, Samantha giggled. There was nothing Samantha would love now more than to be surrounded by hundreds of sex hungry women, and would certainly look forward to pleasing every one of them, if it came to that. Although that would be loads of fun, she had a more important job to do, which in any case would lead to more sex hungry women who had views and interests like hers. So, it would be a win-win either way.
She was secure in the knowledge that her task was meant not to hurt her fellow workers, and the clients and families that they all served, but rather to make their lives a paradise on earth. A non-stop lesbian, girl on girl paradise. Well, the females would like it, anyway. There would be something less than paradise for the males.
She shrugged. The fates of men as a result of her actions were irrelevant to her at best, and terminal at worst. Besides, she had the backing and support of the most powerful but unknown criminal organization on earth. Family Interactions Therapists was the name they presented to the world, but their real name was Females Inherit Terra, and their goal was to convert every woman to lesbianism and eliminate every man. It had been that way for some twenty-five years, ever since a simple laboratory accident in an Australian pharmaceutical plant had unleashed a viral solution on an unsuspecting lab technician.
As she walked through the silent and dimmed interior of the Clinic, she ignored the offices, and headed over to the clinical labs. She was still quite sore from her experience at the FIT spa days before, but glowed with the thought of how much pleasure it had brought her.
Her task at Beginnings right then, though, was simple enough - to add a small vial of liquid that Erin Rider had given her to the glycerol used to preserve sperm from damage while it was frozen, awaiting its use to impregnate women anxious to bear a child. After completing that task, she moved on to complete her second task in the facility, while recalling her conversation with the beautiful Erin, chief FIT agent for the New York City area. It had been difficult to concentrate on her words after the two had just finished fucking for hours.
Chapter 2
"Yes, you could just add solution to whatever the female staff eat or drink, or spray it on them as I did with you," Erin had said days before. Samantha had giggled, remembering how cleverly Erin had used a body spray to infect her, and how much she loved Erin for doing it. Samantha couldn't take her eyes off the feminine FIT agent's long, brown hair and sparkling blue eyes, her body so fit and curved and luscious.
"However," Erin continued, "the solution most likely would kill any male who also consumed even a small amount of it."
"But don't we want men to die?" Samantha asked, frowning.
Erin sighed. "Yes, of course, but not in a way that could be traced back to you, and thus to FIT. One man dying of a heart attack is unfortunate, three or four all together dying of heart attacks is a crime - at least, that's how the authorities will view it. Be clever, be smart, until the patriarchy is dissolved."
"Yes ma'am," Samantha replied, chastened. She had a fleeting desire to be spanked by the cute young FIT agent for her error and shivered as an orgasm coursed through her simply from the thought of having a firm female hand applied hard to her sensitive and vulnerable bare bottom, as she lay bent over Erin's lap with her panties pulled down deliciously to mid-thigh.
Erin paused to let her convert enjoy her climax.
"That is why you're going to put the solution where I instructed, and only there. Understand? The virus has been adapted to survive under those conditions." She continued, "Similarly, the virus you'll be adding to the glycerol isn't affected by cold."
Samantha had discovered that there was nothing on this earth that she desired more than to be addressed firmly by another woman, and she hoped that it would be by this beautiful woman, soon. And if she couldn't have that...well, any woman who wanted to take from her and give her a wet, willing pussy in return would do.
"Okay, I've got it," Samantha replied, squirming in her seat. "Please, Erin, can we fuck again? I think I'm going to die if I don't lick your cunt."
Erin smiled. The enthusiasm of new converts to FIT always made her happy, and certain that FIT would be successful in taking over the world.
"Nonetheless, you need to be patient just a little longer. Tomorrow you'll be going to the Annex, a little 'spa' we have here in Brooklyn for special talents like you." Samantha preened.
"Just remember, Samantha, what you're doing here is critical to our success. The children who are produced as a result of impregnation by these infected sperm will more likely be female, at a rate of about 86%, as opposed to the previous 53% of the uninfected. In addition, those female children will be infected themselves by the virus, which will remain dormant until later in life, and become active after puberty."
"Turning them into lesbians, like us!" Samantha said excitedly.
"Yes," affirmed Erin, with a smile.
"Finally, the mothers will also be infected by the virus sometime after they undergo intrauterine insemination, and will work to further our ends."
"What about the few boys that are born, in spite of the virus?" Samantha asked.
"That's a good question," Erin replied, and Samantha glowed with pride, as well as a minor orgasm.
"The boys will survive, but tend not to be overly intelligent and not particularly hardy. From the statistics that we have so far, they tend to die by age 30 and are not very successful in their lives. Importantly, they don't get very far with women. Where do you think the current crop of computer gamers and nerds came from?"
Samantha laughed, and clapped her hands. "Really?" she said. "That's great!"
"So...any questions? Erin asked.
"No, I understand completely," Samantha replied. "But I'd remember better if I could couple your instructions with something memorable." She affected a sly look.
"What did you have in mind?" Erin asked, intrigued.
"I'm aching to be taught a lesson...a really hard lesson," Samantha whispered.
"You stupid cunt," Erin said, her look suddenly stormy. "This is important, and you want to talk about sex?" Samantha became frightened at Erin's sudden change in demeanor.
"I...I didn't-" she stuttered.
"Shut up, you fucking slut!" Erin roared, grabbing the blonde by her long, straight hair and pulling her towards her. Swiftly, the receptionist had found herself pulled over the FIT agent's skirt-clad thighs, her own skirt pulled up and her panties pulled down, exposing her sweetly rounded buttocks and pussy.
