This is actually my first story anywhere online. I have received encouragement from RUWild, one of the best authors online that I have ever read. Hoping that this wonderful person is correct, I am taking the plunge here. As this is my first attempt, I do welcome any constructive criticism. If this story is in any way like another anywhere else please let me know so I can read that story and remove this one if needs be. As far as I know this story is original and only my work. So if you like it enough to save it to your collections at home I am thrilled. If you wish to post it somewhere else online please contact me and let me know and as is only fair to any writer, beginner or experienced, please give us credit for our work. Thank you and with nervous thrill I offer this story for your enjoyment (hopefully).
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Nobody knew how it started, whether it was a corporate lab experiment gone wrong or some new virus that mutated from some existing pathogen. All the major pharmaceutical companies denied responsibility and the government's over paid puppets vowed before any camera they could get in front of, that "they would get to the bottom of this travesty!" Right! Like government ever got to the bottom of anything. But that was the past anyway, our country, hell! The whole damn world has changed now.
They called it the strain. No one was sure how it spread. The victims sure as hell aren't tellin! All we know for sure is the "strain" changes the victim into mindless fucking machines. And I do mean fucking in the "biblical" sense. These things have superhuman speed and strength. They can hear a squirrel fart from the other side of town and can seem to smell a man or woman wherever they hide. The changes in the victims seem to take place within a few hours or so but no one is sure bout that either.
The strain seems to change some infected guy or gal into a combination of the two sexes. We know from sight, that the men sprout tits and the women sprout dicks but as far as cunts go, no one has gotten past the business end of those cocks to let anyone know.
When a pack of them made it to my home town of Taylor, Albama, population of a respectable 4500 folks, I was out at the CO-OP picking up a truck load of fertilizer for Bo Bradley's farm.. My boss, ya see.
I had just finished loadin the last bag and closed the tailgate, when I heard the screams and shrieks from the street.
Now, we got all the media you can shake a stick at just like them big cities, we got that internet thing too. So, of course, we all heard of the attacks from these things. But the government told us that the danger was contained. The president told us at his election speech that they were junior varsity next to our military guys and he was certain that there was not a "smidgen" of doubt that the crisis would be over in a few short days. Yeah, said the some thing similiar about the economy but I keep noticing I was paying more and more for less and less at the grocery store. Well, nough about what is the past now.
I ran out to the parking lot by the loading docks to see the pack of them racing up the street. There was the guy at the filling station across the street filling his charger that was taken first.
They practically tackled him and had him out of his clothes in a flash. Turns my stomach now to relive what happened to him. They had these cocks that always seemed hard and ready for action and they had no other thought than to put them to work on folks that they got their claws into. Two of them gang raped that poor fella while I watched. Oh, he howled like a wild dog when the one got her willie in his ass. The other one put an end to that howling by filling his mouth with her own railroad spike. Not that these women or creatures or whatever the hell they were was even that hard on the eyes, if I do say so. Whatever was happened to them they don't turn out looking all that hideous. They could be beauty queens if it weren't for them dang cocks they got.
Anyways, A few of them raced into the houses cross from the CO-OP and soon we heard the screams from inside there. Them poor folks were goners for sure. That's when me and Jason saw a few of them spot us and give a sort of happy hungry shriek that damn near froze us to our bones.
Did we stand there ready to fight them crazy banshees? Hell no! We high-tailed it out of the street and into the CO-OP.
Caroline was BOB Kensy's, barely out of high school, daughter. She ran the cash register just inside. "What in the world is all that racket out there, Paul?" She asked me. Those big blue eyes of hers could melt any man's heart. She could easily win the county pageant if she ever ran but she never did. "Caroline, you get yourself locked up tight in the cash room." I yelled as me and Jason locked the doors of the CO-OP. That pretty girl jumped quick as a rabbit and vanished into the cash room and locked the door.
Think the door will hold em, Paul?" Jason asked wide eyed with fear.
"Not sure, Jason but let's take no chances. Where's the guns round this place?"
"Yeah, sure! Bob keeps a .357 behind the counter there and a 12 gauge in the cabinet behind the bait counter.
"Let's get to em then." I said as we heard the first of them hit the doors. Lucky for us that Bob had had to replace them doors with reinforced double glass panes since the last hail storm smashed the old regular ones back in March. They managed to smash the glass but didn't get through. Not immediately at least. Well, we grabbed up them guns and loaded up like we were storming Normandy all by ourselves.
That made us feel abit better at least until they smashed down the doors.
"Let's give it to em, Jason!" I yelled as we opened up on the pack of four of them. The first two went down pretty quick. The other two moved faster than them folks in that Matrix movie I saw at the theater last time I went. Yeah, I don't get to the movies too often mostly cause there ain't much to see once you saw all the best parts in them trailers they show on TV.
Now let me tell you, I have no likin to shooting no lady. The two we brought down were prize beauties. If not for them cocks that they got down there I'd let them have me, I ain't ashamed to say.
I won't say how their willies stack up to my own, which I guess is saying something anyway but never you mind that!
We'll leave it as, what I read in that Cosmo magazine few years back, they were "well endowed."
"They got past us, Paul!" Jason yelled. That boy always had a rock iron grip on the obvious but given the situation I wasn't going waste time pointing that out. It was then we heard the screams from the warehouse.
"Sounds like they found Gip and Jerry!" He yelled as he ran out into the warehouse like he was superman or something. Well, I'm not one for heroics myself but given the alternative of sitting in a smashed up store with only a shotgun to keep me from these fiends I followed out on Jason's heels.
