She Who Controls the Past

"You want me to do

what?!

" Sarah said, partially in disbelief, and partially in disgust.

"I want you to...force me...hold me between your legs and make me eat your pussy..." Eva blushed, embarrassed at her request, and worse, the obviously negative reaction.

"I'm not going to

force

you, that's called

rape!

"

Eva rolled off of her girlfriend, annoyed, "No, it's...it's not like that...it's...play. You know...pretend?"

"You want me to

pretend

to

rape

you?!"

"Ugh, FORGET IT!" Eva said, simultaneously rolling out of bed and rolling her eyes.

"I just don't know what's gotten into you lately!" Sarah said with exasperation as her girlfriend stormed off and got ready for her day.

Eva, of course, knew exactly what, or rather who, had gotten "into her." Her newfound desire to explore her submissive side was a direct result of her run in with the Fertility Ministry HR Director, Hannah. While the encounter was brief, it left her wanting more. She found herself reimagining it at length, as well any other scenarios she could concoct with her active imagination. It was becoming an obsession, to feel so controlled and powerless at the hands of someone so confident and assured.

These sorts of Domme/sub dynamics were largely frowned upon as a relic from a less civilized age from The Before Times, and something her girlfriend, apparently, would never accept, let alone understand.

Whatever, Eva thought to herself as she stormed out of the bedroom, she'd just get an earlier start to her studies than planned. She quickly got dressed, grabbed a cup of coffee, and was off to the Fertility Ministry's famed Library to read her next assignment.

Today's assignment was another diary from the early days of the plague and the foundation of the Global Republic, simply known as "Tiffany's Diary." Upon finding the reading material in the Library, Eva was quickly absorbed into the compelling narrative of those uncertain and scary times.

* * *

[Editor's note: "Tiffany's Diary" is an illustrative, and perhaps surprising example to modern readers, of the attachment many women from The Before Times had to opposite-sex attraction. Modern social scientists now largely agree that the majority of women born are naturally attracted to other women, and that it was social conditioning that led them to a "heterosexual" lifestyle. However, we at the Ministry, being privy to the history and information surrounding this plague, understand that biologically, most women are born either heterosexual or bisexual. It makes our role as protectors of our Global Republic all the more important, so we do not slip back into our old, uncivilized ways.

Additionally, we have added notes throughout this material in brackets in order to clarify certain terms or give additional context to this text which may not be clear or obvious to modern readers].

I was startled by a loud knocking on my door, followed by my neighbor, once again, "checking in on me."

"Hey Tiff," she said with a sultry tone through the door, "Have you got it yet? Wanna plaaay?"

["It" refers to the virus that was spreading uncontrollably across the globe].

"NO! FOR THE HUNDRETH TIME, LEAVE ME ALONE!" I yelled back, not bothering to get up from my fetal position on the couch.

"OKAAAYYY! You can knock on my door when you doooo..." she then giggled and walked back to her flat. As usual, I could hear her pacing around her living room through the thin walls. Lately, I could hear much more than her footsteps. More specifically, the near-nonstop moans, shrieks, gasps, and satisfied sighs from her newly acquired lesbian

[anachronistic term, often derogatory, for a woman who was primarily attracted to other women sexually or romantically]

lifestyle.

It's been about a month since society effectively shut down, though honestly as the days and weeks dragged on and blended together, I was starting to lose track of time. No one knows where this virus came from or how it spread so quickly. No, it didn't "spread quickly." It just appeared, everywhere, all around the globe, all at once

[See: "Zoe's Diary" for a more thorough explanation of how the virus became so ubiquitous so quickly].

There was no "tracking and tracing" to be done, and besides, too many people were infected to stage any sort of reasonable response. Certain governments tried to shut it all down, but it was already too late. Some took to the streets to protest, and the mostly male police forces

[police forces were employed by various local and national governments in The Before Times to maintain order, often by force, and often using brutal, violent, and corrupt, extralegal methods],

what were left of them, were quickly decimated.

There were rumors on the internet that this was a man-made

[anachronism]

virus. A bioweapon. But to what end? This was going to end humanity as we know it!

In the early days of the pandemic, no one really knew what was happening. Only that a large percentage of women were suddenly coming out as lesbian.

That wasn't the thing that was getting the headlines though. Men started getting extremely sick, and a few weeks later, they started dying. In droves. Everywhere. All at once. This virus, which scientists eventually linked to the massive surge in same-sex attraction in women, was apparently nearly 100% fatal among men

[the Ministry estimates it was 99.998% fatal for men

].

I've not been infected. Not yet.

But I don't know how long I can hold out. I had my last unopened can of soup this morning. I'm hungry. I'm scared. But I don't want to leave my apartment.

When news first broke, I thought I could bunker down for a few weeks until someone would figure out a way forward. But then shops closed, the global supply chain shut down, and eventually governments and police forces collapsed.

Of course, right-wing

[the politics of The Before Times was often along a "right/left" spectrum, where right-wing politics promoted individualism, nationalism, wealth inequality, and a strong military and police state; obviously our ideals align far closer to what was previously considered "left-wing"]

ideologues the world over started trying to "one-up" each other, by proving that they weren't scared of a virus. Now, those of us who are uninfected are too scared to leave the house.

A few days ago, there was hope, of sorts. A woman I'd never seen--who most people had never seen--a former research scientist, Dr. Julia Stein, gave an address, streaming on all channels and social media platforms, and declared herself President of the Global Republic. The whole thing just seemed surreal. "Global Republic?" How could she, or anyone, unite this fractured, sick species? And more importantly, who the fuck does she think she is, declaring herself supreme Empress or whatever of Earth?

And yet, judging by the feedback online, everyone watched, engrossed. She had a plan to start delivering food supplies and reopening the global supply chain, and most importantly, reopening grocery stores, utilizing a volunteer workforce of everyone who had already been infected. She stressed that she wanted to end this pandemic, allowing the survivors to stay at home and wait this thing out, that enough death and suffering has already occurred.

Some were skeptical, especially when she released her proposed constitution. How the hell did she expect all the cultures to come together, to stop killing each other, and create a global society? What about all the families torn apart because of this pandemic? Fathers and husbands killed? Wives leaving their husbands for other women? Not to mention her far left-wing socialist ideals that were enumerated in this "constitution" that was being forced down our throats?

And yet, the next morning when I looked out my window, there were women--all dressed up in matching white vests with "Global Republic" written across the back. And they were all wearing masks, presumably not to spread the virus further. They were cleaning up the street and knocking on doors to deliver food. My stomach rumbled just watching them deliver the packages. Was this an offer I, or anyone, could refuse?

The internet delved into conspiracy theories. They're trying to buy our loyalty! They're trying to infect us all, don't eat that food! But for every negative post, there were hundreds more writing glowing reviews, so thankful that someone was there to put an end to this suffering.

For the second time today, I was startled by knocking at my door. But this wasn't the intense, needy knocking of my obviously infected neighbor, Sally. Rather, this was soft and patient, if such words can be applied. Nervously, I approached the peep hole. On the other side, I saw a masked-up volunteer for the "Global Republic." She held up a box and said cheerfully, "Food delivery!"

I looked on, frozen with fear. Do I open the door? Once again, my stomach rumbled. I was so hungry.

"I can just leave it outside your door...I understand why you wouldn't want to open up!" She continued with a bright, chipper voice.

"I...thank you..." I managed at last.

"You're welcome! We'll be back in a few days with more!"

I watched on as she did the same to the next door, and the next. When I thought enough time had passed, I put on a mask and gloves, opened my door for the first time in weeks, and quickly brought the package in before closing and locking it in a hurry.

I ripped into the box and it was backed with all sorts of goodies. Fresh fruit and veggies. Fresh bread. Canned Soup. Even a few snacks and candy. I started crying. I could finally let go of all the stress and worries from the last few weeks. The haters on the internet could starve to death for all I cared. It was the first time that I thought everything would be OK.

I'd like to tell you that I first went for the juicy apples or ripe avocados, but no, I ripped through an entire bag of potato chips before turning to some more wholesome meals.

A few days later, as promised, was a new delivery. This became my new normal. Ignore my neighbor, eat the food box, wait for the next delivery. In between? Mostly streaming stuff online.

It actually wasn't bad, other than the loneliness. Judging by my friends online, I wasn't the only one. But we were in this together. Well, mostly. Men were still getting sick and dying. And a few of my girlfriends threw caution to the wind, saying they couldn't take another moment of loneliness, and went out anyway. Others were even more extreme, deciding to intentionally expose themselves. In either case, within 10 or so days, they were now out--in every sense of the word--and about.

After more than a month of isolation, I have to say that "just getting it over with" seemed tempting, especially when I heard the pure lust and ecstasy from my neighbor every single night. I'm pretty sure I've never moaned

like that

.

The food deliveries also gave me a sort of routine. Every third day, like clockwork. On the morning of the third delivery, Sally once again knocked on my door. She was, if nothing else, persistent. And according to what I read online, many women experience an extreme surge in horniness while they're contagious. So, I guess this fits.

"TIFF-AN-YYYY!" She practically moaned through the door. "I know you're still straight or whatever...but FUCK I want you so bad..." I could hear her nails slowly scratching down the door. "You won't regret it, promise...you don't even have to do anything, just lay back and let me eat your pussy until you come...please..."

I squirmed in my seat. Fuck, I missed sex. Companionship. The human touch. But no, I wasn't like that! I couldn't even close my eyes and pretend, and besides, I would just be exactly like her in a week and a half or so. And while she claimed to be happy, how could she be when she's so desperate and needy! I mean, I've

heard

the sounds coming through those thin walls. How could she need to fuck me on top of all the other girls she's brought home?

Despite my rejection of the day, she got on with her normal social life, and it was once again another noisy day of lesbian sex, just on the other side of the wall.

Regardless, the day was largely uneventful, other than the food delivery, which at this point was a godsend.

However, this time there was a small card inside, "Feeling symptoms? Please visit the following website and enter this unique code." I studied it for a moment, but then shook my head. Probably just so they can help track new cases, I thought to myself, before digging into my new stash.

This batch included some popcorn and coke! I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. I whipped up some popcorn and curled up on the couch in my pajamas, deciding to tune out for a few hours over a dumb romantic comedy. As I dug into my popcorn, I noticed that my throat, or rather my lymph nodes were a bit swollen.

I didn't really think much about it until I finished the movie and started getting ready for bed. When I looked in the mirror my cheeks were flushed and I was feeling...warm. My eyes went wide and I scrambled through my drawer, looking for my thermometer. The digital reading immediately flashed bright red and there was no doubt that I was running a fever.

"No no no no no..." I started freaking out, pacing around the apartment, my eyes glued to the thermometer reading. "This can't be happening..." I said aloud.

"Just let it happen, babe!" Sally yelled giddily through the wall.

"SHUT UP!" I screamed back. I plopped down on the couch, practically hyperventilating. I started bargaining, maybe this is just a cold or a bug, I thought briefly. Yeah, that's it. But I started feeling warm. So warm. And...possibly aroused? No. NO! This can't be happening, I've been so safe!

Not knowing what else to do, I visited the website given on the card, entering my personal details. When I finished, the website said that I will be getting a call within 12 hours. It encouraged me to rest and relax.

It sounds silly, but I started feeling a bit better. More relaxed. And sleepy. It would all be OK, I told myself, I should just rest and relax, and I'll feel better in the morning.

I took a couple of ibuprofen for the fever and fell into a restless sleep. Fever dreams kept my mind somewhere between awake and asleep. Was I asleep? Was I awake? The dreams, if they were dreams, were vivid and almost visceral.

Images popped into my head. Lurid and erotic images. Women...doing things...things that would've grossed me out before, but somehow only aroused me and fueled more erotic dreams. I saw breasts, large, beautiful breasts, and I looked on them not with jealousy as I had in the past, but rather lustfully. I saw women pleasing each other with fingers, toys, and even their tongues. Even in this state between waking and resting I tried to look away as women were eating each other out, but I couldn't. I couldn't run. I didn't want to.

And then one of the women...was it Sally? Started walking seductively toward me, she was completely naked. As was I. I felt my heart race as she confidently walked over and parted my legs while dropping to her knees-

I awoke with a start early in the morning, the images from the last dream still at the forefront of my mind. My hand was buried in my panties, rubbing and teasing myself with abandon. "Ohhh...oh god..." I moaned, my hips rising to meet my fingers, grinding against myself with a desperate need that I'd never experienced. My pussy was soaked, and just rubbing my wet pussy brought back all the erotic images from last night. I moaned, feeling a need to experience the touch, feel, and taste of another woman for the first time in my life.

I brought my soaked fingers to my lips, switching hands, rubbing myself while tasting my juices. I wondered if other women tasted as good. I was sure they must. "Ohhhh...ohhh god..." I moaned with pure animalistic lust.

My moans were interrupted by a surprisingly calm and patient knocking on my door. It was Sally again, "You finally want to let me in, don't you?"

It was like she

knew

that I would finally relent. Her confidence and tone somehow only turned me on more, but at this point what wasn't turning me on?

I could barely pull my fingers away from my own needy pussy, but the thought of Sally out there, waiting for me, as lustful for me as I now was for her, made me get out of bed and reluctantly stop fingering myself.

I must've been quite the sight. Long brown hair in a hot, sweaty, mess. My white tank top did little to cover my small, perky breasts and rock-hard nipples. My light blue satin panties, of course, soaked through.

Deep down, a quiet voice said that I should be fighting this, and yet my feet walked slowly and confidently toward the door. I ignored that voice, the same one that told me wear a mask, not to open the door, so on. That voice, that I had listened to completely, that had kept me safe this whole time, was now so quiet and far away. There was only my desire driving my actions.

I unlocked the door and swung it open. For the first time in over a month, there I was, standing before another person. Sally, who I'd always considered attractive but had never been attracted to, was suddenly the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. No, not beautiful.

Sexy.

I

needed

and

lusted

for her in a way I never had had for her, or any other woman. I needed her with a burning lust that I'd never experienced before. Sally later told me that my dark brown eyes looked completely glazed over, like I was in a trance. She also told me that she'd never seen anyone as sexy as I looked in that moment, so ready and willing to completely give myself to her.

And I did.

There was a long pause as she looked me over, taking me in, and then she confidently stepped over the threshold, into my arms, locking lips, and shutting the door behind her.

Sally was just in her robe, which she quickly let fall away. My hands immediately made their way to her large breasts. My eyes went wide, seeing her amazing tits, and I instinctively latched onto her large nipple, suckling and squeezing her breasts with abandon. She then started pushing my head down. I complied so naturally and easily. I kissed down over the smooth skin of her stomach and belly button, going lower and lower, I saw that she had a full bush, which to my surprise turned me on even more. I could smell her arousal as I kissed lower over her mound, through her thick bush, and finally found what I needed, her delicious pussy. She threw a leg over my shoulder to give me better access and ordered me to finger myself as I eagerly licked at her swollen clit.

I felt like a woman who was stranded in a desert, finally getting her first taste of life-sustaining water in forever. And she was the only thing that would cure my thirst.

After her first orgasm, she had to practically force me away from her pussy, but she had no problem dragging me over to the couch. It was my turn as she pushed me backward and sat me down, before kneeling and spreading my legs wide. She started by first teasing me through my soaked panties, before pushing them aside and letting her tongue do all the work.

Somewhere, deep down, I reflected on this intellectually. How this virus had so completely and thoroughly changed my life. Indeed, changed the world. How I would've been repulsed by this just one day ago, but now, I was completely enamored with my new lover and new sexuality.

I sucked on my fingers, still coated in her juices, reflecting how she

did

taste as amazing as I'd hoped. I closed my eyes and completely let go.

Whereas the previous weeks dragged on without end, these first few hours under the power of this virus that was raging in my body flew right by as I licked, and sucked, and kissed, and explored every inch of my new lover while passionately embracing my new sexuality.