Golden Hills University Ch 06

NOW

Oh, no...it was already starting.

Amber could feel the first seductive stirrings within her. Just a few teasing whispers at first, the faintest hints of awakening lust. But she knew that those whispers would soon grow louder, gradually increasing in volume until they became a deafening roar that she could no longer ignore.

The vinyl tile floor was cool against her bare ass as she slumped down, staring dejectedly at the squat metal cylinder in the middle of the room. She'd been seeing these things all over campus for the past few weeks and had never given them a second thought. How many of them were there? With their dull gray color, placed in unobtrusive spots next to building entrances and water fountains, behind bike racks and benches, they were barely noticeable. Yet all this time, they'd been slowly turning everyone into sex-crazed animals.

And now it was her turn.

She still didn't know why she and the others in the Resistance had managed to hold out for so long. Maybe they'd spent more time inside, getting less exposure to the mind-altering pollutants spewing from these innocuous-looking devices. She liked to think that it had something to do with internal fortitude - that maybe her willpower had been a little stronger. Just like everyone else, she'd felt her body changing, becoming increasingly horny with each passing day. But she hadn't gone out and surrendered herself to the ravening throng of guys who would have eagerly fucked her silly. She didn't want to give in like that; she wanted to find out what was causing all of this, and hopefully put a stop to it.

But now, with these insidious tingles starting to course through her body, she wondered how much longer she would last. She glanced over at Alex and caught him looking at her before he quickly turned his head away. Was that a blush blooming on his cheeks? She wanted to tell him it was okay, that he could look at her without feeling embarrassed. After all, what was happening to them was beyond their control. Sooner or later, they wouldn't be able to fight it anymore.

"You okay?" she asked instead.

"Other than being trapped in here with THAT thing?" he gestured toward the cylinder. "I'm just great. You?"

"I'm all right so far," Amber replied, trying to sound more confident than she felt. Her body felt hot and itchy, and there was a simmering need welling up in her groin. She knew, with grim certainty, that it wouldn't be long before she had to do something about it.

* * * * *

THREE HOURS AGO

Amber logged into the Resistance's Zoom channel, wondering how many others would show up this time. Their numbers had been decimated during the past few weeks, as more and more people fell victim to the sex virus that was spreading like wildfire through the campus. Yesterday, there had been only eight participants - and it quickly became apparent that one of them had become infected. Amber winced as she recalled how Stacey had pulled off her shirt and invited all the guys to meet her at the pool so that she could "suck them and fuck them." Stacey had been a top economics student, friendly and super-smart. The two of them had often been study partners. But now Stacey was out there somewhere, probably getting her brains fucked out. Her mind and body had been contaminated, and there was nothing Amber could do about it.

Was it even a virus? That had been Dr. Edwards' theory - that there was an airborne bug going around, warping minds, stimulating sex glands. He had gone so far as to trap a girl in his lab so that he could get more data from an infected subject. He ended up getting more than just data from her; the surveillance footage had shown him strapped to his own examination table while his former 'subject' bounced up and down on his cock. After that, he didn't show up for the Zoom meetings anymore.

There was a chime as Alex came online, and Amber sighed with relief. She'd been dreading that the day would soon come when no one would log in, and she'd be the only sane student left in the entire campus. She didn't like to think about what would happen to her at that point. But as their numbers kept shrinking, that terrible prospect was becoming more and more possible. She pictured herself all alone, looking out the window and seeing a mob of naked, horny guys staring back at her, hungering for her body. It was a bleak thought - but beneath the horror, she felt an undercurrent of something else. Excitement, perhaps? No. Absolutely not.

"Hey, Amber. What's up?"

"Hi, Alex. Not much. How are you doing?"

He blew out a breath. "Just waiting for this whole nightmare to end."

She smiled ruefully. "You and me both."

When Alex joined the Resistance, it had been a bit of a surprise. Though only a sophomore, he had already earned quite a reputation as a philanderer. Half the girls on campus claimed to have had sex with him, and the other half really wanted to. Even Amber had to admit that he was very easy to look at. With his casual, easygoing nature, he seemed to have this innate talent for charming people. Everyone was suspicious of him when he joined, including Amber. If there was a virus going around, making girls eager for sex, you'd think a guy like Alex would be the first in line to participate. Except he didn't, at least as far as Amber could tell. Day after day, he kept joining their video conferences, and he seemed to be keeping himself clean. Amber couldn't figure him out, but she was truly happy to see him again. Maybe a little too happy, she told herself, feeling a flutter in her stomach. Zoom made it really easy to stare at a handsome guy like Alex.

Then Vanessa logged in, and Amber fought an urge to roll her eyes.

"Hi, everyone!" chirped Vanessa. "Wow, small group today!" Her voice was cheerfully bright and energetic, as if she was talking to a kindergarten classroom. It grated on Amber's nerves.

"We've still got a few minutes," said Amber. "Where's Roy?"

"Oh, he'll be here soon. We just got done with our Bible study. Ah, here he is now."

"Greetings," said Roy, looking angelic as usual with his blond hair and blue eyes. "Don't tell me this is everyone?"

Vanessa and Roy were devoutly religious, and they rarely failed to remind everyone of that fact. In their eyes, what was happening around the campus all came down to a lack of spirituality - in other words, failing to be Christian. This gave them the opportunity to feel superior to everyone else. Rather than showing sympathy or compassion toward their afflicted classmates, they seemed to view them with scorn and disdain. "They got what they deserved," proclaimed Vanessa during a meeting last week. Amber didn't know much about the Christian faith, but she was pretty sure that Vanessa and Roy weren't the perfect spiritual paragons they believed themselves to be.

"No, here comes Caleb," said Amber. Caleb was probably the exact opposite of Vanessa and Roy. He was completely atheistic, and yet he desperately wanted to help his classmates. Caleb was a science major; he was the one who had discovered Dr. Edwards' corruption, and now he was trying his best to find some sort of remedy for the virus. Amber admired his energy and determination, but she worried that he was pushing himself too hard.

"Hi, everyone," he said, the fatigue evident on his face and in his voice.

"Hi, Caleb," said Amber. "Any news?"

"Yeah...but you're not gonna like it." He pushed his glasses up. "I managed to get some samples from Dr. Edwards' lab..."

"Whoah," said Alex. "That was risky."

"Caleb, you shouldn't have done that!" exclaimed Amber. "What if you'd been..."

He held up his hand. "I know, I know. But I had to do it. It's our only chance of stopping this virus."

"So you're sure it's a virus, then?"

Caleb nodded. "Definitely. And it's a nasty one. I've tried every antigen in our labs, and nothing seems to work." He shook his head. "I honestly don't know what to do."

"I do," said Vanessa haughtily.

"Vanessa..." warned Amber.

"You need to have faith. You need to accept..."

A collective groan went up around the Zoom channel.

"She's right," said Roy. "Don't misunderstand me, Caleb - science is important. Technology is important. But they have their limits." His face brightened. "Faith has no limits. God will protect us. He will see us through this."

"Well he'd better do it soon," muttered Caleb.

Rachel joined the meeting. "Hi, everyone. Sorry I'm late - I had to dodge a few naked boys on the way here. Well-hung, too, I might add. What did I miss?"

"Rachel, thank goodness you're here!" said Amber. "I was starting to worry about you." Rachel was a literature student with a passion for creative writing, and she usually said what was on her mind, whether it was tactful or not (usually not).

"It's okay, I'm getting pretty good at being stealthy. It's a damn shame, though - these guys are so fucking HOT! And did I mention WELL-HUNG?! If it wasn't for this stupid virus, I'd jump their bones in a quick second. I don't know, maybe it would be worth it, getting turned into a sex junkie. I mean, just for a little while. You guys will find a cure for me, right?"

"There's no cure for stupidity," sneered Vanessa. "If you want to go and become a whore, that's your choice. But I'd appreciate it if you kept your sleazy fantasies to yourself, thank you."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Vanessa," retorted Rachel. "Is my dirty sex talk making you uncomfortable? Or maybe...a little horny? Have you ever even thought about it - what it would feel like to have a...big...hard...DICK...sliding inside your..."

"Come on guys, knock it off," interrupted Caleb. "This isn't getting us anywhere."

"I don't know," said Alex. "It was getting me somewhere. I'm kinda curious to hear where Rachel was going with that."

"I can tell you later, if you like," said Rachel, smiling suggestively.

"Yes, please," grinned Alex.

Rachel chuckled, then sighed dramatically. "I really miss sex. You don't realize the things you take for granted, until they're not available anymore."

"There's always self-pleasure," said Caleb.

"Yeah, no kidding," said Rachel. "My vibrator's been working overtime lately. It's just not the same, though. Sometimes I want the real thing."

"And sometimes, abstinence is best," said Roy reprovingly.

Both Rachel and Vanessa started to reply, but they were interrupted by the arrival of a new participant - Dale Ferguson, chief of campus security. Mr. Ferguson had been a key member of their group, providing intelligence about the state of the epidemic and his efforts to keep it under control.

But there was something strange going on with him. For one thing, he wasn't wearing a shirt. Maybe he wasn't wearing any clothes at all. But what worried Amber most of all was the manic gleam in his eyes. She'd seen that look before, and she knew what it meant.

"Look, I'm gonna get right to the point," said Mr. Ferguson. I've been compromised. I'm...not myself anymore. I wanted to let you know, while I still can. While I still have a scrap of sanity left."

There was a moment of grim silence as the students took this in. Alex hung his head, running his fingers through his hair. Vanessa looked as though she was on the verge of tears.

"And I'm not the only one. Miranda...President Stone has also been turned. Along with the rest of her leadership team. We caught them having an orgy in the administration building yesterday."

"So who's running the school now?" asked Roy.

Mr. Ferguson shrugged. "Technically, Miranda's still the president. But she's...well, let's just say she's got other things on her mind right now."

"Have you been able to figure out what's behind all of this?" said Caleb.

"I'm afraid not. I do know that there's been some unusual activity late at night. Trucks coming in and out of our underground storage facility. I only picked up on it after installing some new surveillance cameras - for some reason, nothing was showing up on my old system. I was actually going to check into it today, but then I saw Miranda - President Stone, I mean - being escorted from the admin building by a pair of students. I tried to go save her..." His eyes glazed over for a moment. "But...she got to me. I couldn't help myself. This lust, whatever it is...it's powerful. It takes you over, and it becomes all you can think about."

"Isn't there anything we can do to help you?" asked Amber. "You sound like you're still...you. I mean, the fact that you're here, talking to us - that's good, right?"

He shook his head. "It's too late for me, Amber. After spending a few hours with Miranda, I knew that I was going under. I actually tried to get away; I jumped in my car and made it to the edge of town. But that's where they stopped me."

"Who's 'they'?"

"I don't know. They looked like soldiers, but they weren't wearing any insignia. From what I gather, they've got security drones all around the valley. They don't want anyone getting out."

"There has to be some way to escape," said Caleb.

"If there is, I can't figure it out. Not that I really want to anymore. As soon as they brought me back to the campus, all I could think about was getting back to Miranda again. She and I have been going at it like rabbits all day. I can still keep it together for moments of lucidity here and there, but it's getting more and more difficult. The lust keeps coming back, stronger and stronger, driving everything else out."

"So what should we do?" asked Amber, trying to keep her voice from sounding panicked. "Isn't there anyone outside the valley who can help us?"

"I doubt it," said Mr. Ferguson. "If anyone comes here, there's a pretty good chance they'll end up like me. They might start off with good intentions - but sooner or later, their clothes are going to come off. It seems to be happening faster now."

"So we're fucked," said Rachel. "That's what you're basically saying, right?"

"Pretty much," replied Mr. Ferguson, showing a hint of a lurid smile. "But I think you'll come to enjoy the fucking."

* * * * *

NOW

Clang. Clang. Clang.

With all his strength, Caleb slammed the broken cabinet door against the porous cylinder in the center of the floor. He'd been at this for a while now, and so far there wasn't even a dent. The thing just kept making a soft hiss every few seconds, steadily filling the air with invisible pathogens. He tried not to think about what those pathogens were doing to him, but the effects were impossible to ignore. He had never been so horny in his life.

And it was getting worse every second. His only hope - their only hope - was to wreck this thing before it was too late.

Clang. Clang. Clang.

"Sturdy little bugger," he muttered, wiping sweat from his brow. He was beginning to doubt that his efforts would accomplish anything. Still, it helped to focus on something other than his growing arousal. And the beautiful girl standing just a few feet away.

The last time he'd glanced over at Vanessa, she'd been standing against the wall, silently watching him work. In a feeble attempt at modesty, she'd been holding her left arm across her chest and her right hand over her crotch. Even so, she looked sexy as hell, and Caleb hadn't dared to look at her again.

Clang. Clang. Clang.

Because he was very, very hard right now. His cock had never felt so thick and swollen. As he relentlessly attacked the cylinder, he felt his erection swaying heavily between his thighs, twitching with hunger. The urge to do something with it was getting stronger. His self-control was hanging by a thread. A tight, fragile thread.

And he figured the same thing was happening to Vanessa. For all her sanctimonious fervor, she was a flesh-and-blood female. The toxins were invading her body, too, inexorably filling her with lust. Sooner or later, she was going to surrender to it. They both would.

He continued his assault, desperately trying not to think about what he would do to her when that moment came.

Clang. Clang. Clang.

* * * * *

TWO HOURS AGO

Normally, Amber enjoyed hiking. She found it refreshing, meandering through the forest paths, the fresh scent of pine trees greeting her with every step. She often came up here when she wanted a break from her studies, or when it felt like things were just too much.

Tonight was different. She and the others walked in tense silence, furtively glancing into the shadows on either side of the path. They had flashlights, but didn't dare use them. Their backpacks contained food, water, and a few other basic provisions that they'd managed to cobble together before meeting at the edge of the woods to begin their flight.

The nearest town was about ten miles to the west. They'd have to cross a river to get there, but that didn't bother Amber at all. She was leaving Golden Hills, no matter what.

For the past few weeks, she'd been vacillating between hope and fear. The Resistance had been her idea; she had wanted to create a lifeline, a way for people to connect with each other, to keep their heads above water, to not feel so isolated and helpless. As their numbers steadily dwindled, she kept the video conferences going, faithfully logging in at 8:00 every evening. She'd been holding onto the hope that this sex epidemic was some bizarre fluke that would fade in time; that they'd somehow find a way to bring everyone back to their senses, that life could go back to normal.

And now, she and these few others were all that was left. Everyone else, everyone she knew and cared about, had devolved into senseless, fuck-hungry beasts. She thought of all those boys prowling the campus, maddened with lust, wanting nothing more than to sink their raging erections into every female they could find. And all those girls, helpless to resist them, spreading their legs and sighing with pleasure as they got their vaginas filled, over and over again, not caring if it led to pregnancy or loss of will.

It was madness. She would not let that happen to her, nor to any of the others. They HAD to find a way out of here. If only they could get out of this valley and the wilderness beyond it, they might have a chance.

The alternative was too horrible to think about.

They quietly trudged up the path into the hills, their footfalls muted, each of them confining themselves to their own thoughts.

* * * * *

NOW

"Dammit!" Rachel cursed, struggling to pry open the access grate for the air duct. "They make this look so easy in the movies!"

"Well, at least there aren't any lasers," said Roy from below. She was standing on his shoulders, his hands gripping the backs of her legs for support. He hadn't shown any signs of strain so far, which was surprising, because she wasn't exactly a petite girl. This guy had muscles, all right. She had treated herself to a long look at them when she'd woken up to find him lying next to her, unconscious and completely naked. She was still salivating. Mr. Holier-Than-Thou was also Hotter-Than-Thou. Who would have guessed?

"Oh, it's no use," she said sourly. "Even if I could get this open, I don't think I could fit in there. Especially not with my ass."

Roy murmured something.

"What was that?"

"Nothing," he said.

"Did you say something about my ass?"

"No. Are you coming down, or what?"

"Yeah, I give up," she said. "This isn't going to work."

"All right, hold on." He slowly squatted down, making his back into a slope as he raised his hands toward hers. "Okay, go ahead and slide down. Grab my hands for support."

She carefully lowered herself down over his back. A lusty sizzle sparked through her lower belly as her bare skin grazed against his on the way down. Like a ride at a fucking sex carnival, she thought. Her mind immediately began conjuring images - of her, standing in line, a long string of tickets in her hand. She wanted to ride him again, and again. Maybe she'd slide down his front next time - slowly, very slowly. Maybe she'd...