by S. Wolf
“Sure can. We have three of them locked up in our jail.”
“Give the driver directions please.”
Moore did as he asked, and Trax picked up the conversation again.
“Are these three being kept separate?”
“Unfortunately not. They were already together and we didn’t feel like risking anyone to separate them. They’ve been, um, busy all night.”
“All night you say?”
“Yeah. It’s been rough. Two of them are officers of mine.”
“Can you pinpoint the source of the first infection?”
“The first victim who was noticed was a teenage girl named Zanderson shortly before noon. I sent a car out to their farm and the parents were infected also. The officer inspected the property and found the carcasses of a dog and a coyote, lying close together. Our working theory is that the coyote got it somewhere, came out of the hills to mate with the dog, and then one of the parents got infected trying to separate them.”
Trax nodded. “Makes sense. Good work Chief.”
They arrived at the police station, and parked in front, ignoring the no parking signs. The three got out and went inside.
“They’re right back here.” Moore led them down the hall to the holding cells.
He turned the corner and saw the trio was still at it. Officer Patterson and the teenage boy were locked in a tight sixty-nine, performing oral sex on each other as Officer Welles crouched at one end, her mouth buried in the crack of the boy’s ass.
“Christ,” Moore muttered, seeing the view before him. He would never get used to this. He looked to see what Trax’s reaction was, but the General was stoically staring at the threesome. Strang was offering an expressionless stare also.
Trax walked up to the bars and looked closely at the orgy taking place in the cell. He tapped his ring against the bars in an attempt to get their attention. They continued without looking at him.
“Hey!” he said. Jennifer finally looked up at him and stood, showing off her large natural breasts and her blonde pubic patch. She grinned and walked to the bars, seemingly not aware they were there until her breasts pressed into them and stopped her movement. Trax took a step back.
“Fuck me,” she said, her eyes locked on the General.
Trax looked her up and down before turning back to Moore. “Now that’s a waste,” he said, shaking his head.
“They’re all like this,” Moore said. “No concern for themselves other than sex. We tried to feed them, but they ignored the food.”
“Any more in custody?” Strang asked.
We have a hotel full of them, with the doors nailed shut. We also had one in a police car – some guy who was out on a farm fucking some cows.”
“Had?” Trax asked.
“Yeah, he got away. My officer forgot to lock the door on the squad car.”
“We’re going to need the location of that farm,” Strang said, “Those cows will need to be quarantined.”
“We can take a ride out there if you’d like. It’s close to the Zanderson farm and you can examine the bodies of the dog and coyote.”
“Perfect,” Trax said, “Let’s move.”
Chapter 23
“Mark,” Father Gardner said, “I appreciate you coming in this morning. All the other altar boys have called off, so it’s just you and me.”
“No problem,” the boy replied, not mentioning that he wouldn’t have been here either if his mother hadn’t forced him.
“I’m expecting a big crowd this morning. With Sister Margaret missing and all the other painful events that happened last night, there’s going to be many people here for the service looking for guidance. And we have to give it to them.”
“Ok.”
“I realize you’re new, but do you know how to set up the altar for the service?”
The boy nodded. “I’ve watched the older guys do it.”
The Father patted him on the shoulder. “Very good. Be off to it then, and remember all the people counting on you.”
“Yes sir,” Mark replied, and headed off in the direction of the supply closet.
When he opened the door, he stared in shock at the mess. Several boxes of candles were open and their contents strewn around the small room. A carton of communion biscuits lay open on the floor and half of the contents were spilled out and stepped on.
“Fuck me!” he said, and hurriedly looked around to see if anyone had heard. He would have to clean up this in addition to doing all the altar boy duties. Now he was even more pissed at his mom for making him come in.
Deciding the candles would be easier, he began picking them up and putting them back in their boxes. Several were broken, and he tossed those into the waste basket. That job done, he started on the biscuits.
Scraping up the ones on the floor with his hand, he scooped them back into the carton. When he got as many of the loose crumbs as he could, the carton joined the broken candles in the waste basket.
He was pleased with his progress until he looked in the cupboard for a new box of biscuits and found none. He quickly checked all the cabinets, but there were no extras. He had thrown away the last carton.
“Shit!” he whispered. What was he going to do? They had to have communion biscuits for the service. He cast a questioning eye over at the waste can.
He stuck his head out the door to make sure no one was coming, then went to the waste basket and pulled out the carton. They normally used about a hundred for a service, so he figured two hundred should be enough for this morning. Looking at the soggy pile of crumbs, he thought he might be able to find two hundred unbroken biscuits in that mess.
Moving the debris aside, he picked out the good ones and laid them on the service tray. They were a bit soggy, but he figured they’d dry some before the mass began. He stacked them in piles of ten, and when there was nothing left but dirt and crumbs in the carton, he counted eighteen stacks. Close enough.
Chapter 24
Father Gardner had been right about the crowd. It was about twice as full as usual, and before the service began the people were abuzz with stories and rumors they had heard.
“Is it true about Sister Margaret?”
“I hear the military has been called in.”
“It was the Zanderson girl who started it all.”
“I heard the Waller’s cows have gone mad.”
The service opened with a hymn, followed by a short prayer from the priest. He announced that after the service they would have a question and answer period, where everyone could talk about what they’ve heard, so any unfounded rumors could be put to rest.
Next, he called everyone forward for communion. As the people got in line, he blessed the tray of biscuits and grape juice. He took one of the small cakes and popped it in his mouth, washing it down with the small cup of juice.
Picking up the tray, he turned towards Mark and handed it to him. After Mark took it, Gardner picked up a biscuit and offered it to him, expecting him to open his mouth like he normally did. But Mark kept his mouth tightly closed and shook his head.
He moved it closer to the boy’s mouth. Mark shook his head again. Shrugging, he replaced the biscuit on the tray and walked down to where the line had formed.
Mark stood beside him with the tray as he handed out the biscuits and juice. When Father Gardner was a young priest, the bread of communion was always placed directly into the mouth of the recipient. But recent concerns about germs had changed that, and the church now allowed the bread to be placed in the recipient’s hand, and they could put it in their mouths themselves. In this line, some took it by mouth, and others held out their hands when it was their turn.
As the line approached the end, the priest wondered if they were going to run out of biscuits. He was considering sending Mark back for more, but as the last person received communion, three biscuits remained on the tray.
“Cutting it close, weren’t you?” he whispered to the boy with a smile.
Mark didn’t smile
back.
After another hymn Father Gardner took his place behind the lectern and began his reading from the Gospel. Today’s was the story about Jesus and the leper, which he thought fit perfectly with the recent events of last night.
Next was the sermon. “My friends, today’s Gospel reading reminds us, that as Christians we should accept those who are unwelcomed by society. As we go through these troubling times, we should keep that in mind, and spread God’s love to those who really need it.”
As he spoke he noticed Missy Vrable sitting in the front row, wearing her usual too-short skirt. A few years ago her husband had run off with his secretary, and she had come to him for counseling. Their weekly sessions usually ended with her crying on his shoulder, while pressing her warm full breasts into his chest.
The first few times this happened, he was uncomfortable with the unfamiliar touch. But one night he had a dream about her, and in his dream she was naked as he held her in his arms. He had woken with a stiff hardon, and he found himself looking forward to their next counseling session.
A few weeks after that, as she cried on his shoulder, she held him a little longer than usual. Before he realized what was happening, she was nuzzling into his neck with her lips, kissing and licking his warm skin.
When he came to his senses, he firmly pushed her away, telling her it was inappropriate. But his voice hitched when he saw the erect nubs of her nipples pressing through the thin layers of her bra and blouse.
She didn’t say anything, but when she saw where his eyes were focused she softly smiled and undid her top button.
He asked her to stop, but the next two buttons quickly followed, and he could see the lacey top edge of her bra and how her full breasts were pressing up against it, as if trying to burst free. The last button was undone and she pulled her blouse open, exposing her breasts to his gaze, covered only by the see-through silk of her bra. Her nipples were rigid and a dark rose, standing out sharply from the pale skin of her breasts.
They shared a glance, and her eyes let him know she was his if he wanted her. She would let him do all of those things to her that were out of his reach – those things he had willingly given up many years ago.
Only he knew how close he had come to giving in to her temptation. How he had almost reached out and cupped her in his hand, feeling the weight and warmth of a woman’s breast for the first time.
But instead, he stood up and walked out of the room without saying a word. He had dreams about her that night, and for several nights afterward, waking up with a painful erection each time.
That was their last counseling session, and he had wondered if she would leave the congregation. But she remained in the church, and they treated each other cordially when they met, never bringing up their semi-intimate encounter. However, she did seem to enjoy sitting in the front pew with her short skirts, knowing he had a clear view of her legs.
He continued with his sermon. “Because Jesus said, um…” He lost his train of thought and then regained it. “Jesus said, ‘Whatever you do to the least of my brothers, that you do unto me.’”
Missy caught his eye again, and he noticed she was smiling at him.
“So,” he continued, trying to concentrate, “keep this in mind when you go out today, and keep love in your heart for those who are afflicted. Because if not for the grace of God, there may–”
He stopped. He had glanced at Missy again, and saw that her legs were spread far enough for him to see between them. His eyes focused, then widened in shock as he saw she wasn’t wearing any panties. Her shaved smooth vagina was staring him right in the face.
“There may…” he said, trying to pick up where he left off, “There may go you or I.” He finished it, but wasn’t sure what it meant. What was he talking about anyway? Oh yeah, the sermon.
“Do not judge those who lust,” he said, rubbing his forehead, “because they may be lusting after you.”
A few gasps went up from the crowd, but there were also a few grins.
“I’m sorry, I meant–” But he wasn’t sure what he meant. He glanced down again at Missy’s exposed vagina, and he thought he could see a trickle of moisture appearing along her vertical slit. He licked his lips, wondering what it tasted like.
Mark looked at Father Gardner curiously. He was acting weird, and the boy hoped he wasn’t getting some type of food poisoning from the dirty biscuits. He noticed the priest pressing his hips against the lectern in a slow rhythm, as if he were humping it like his dog Bart sometimes humped his leg.
“Lust,” the pastor continued, “is not a sin. After all, God gave us these desires, and how could anything He gave to us be a sin?”
A few more gasps came from the audience, but there were several “Amens” to go along with them.
Father Gardner looked over the crowd. They were all staring at him and he tried to figure out which words came next.
“For example,” he said, “a few years ago Missy Vrable here exposed her breasts in an attempt to seduce me. But I turned her down. I know now I was wrong.”
The crowd was abuzz with murmurs, and one older woman stood up.
“This is an outrage!” she cried, “You’re a man of God!”
“That’s right,” replied the Father, “I am. But I’ve never been a real man. A real man wouldn’t have refused what Missy was offering.”
He glanced down again at Missy, and saw she was grinning at him. Her hand was between her legs and rubbing her pussy. He grinned back at her.
“I won’t stand for this!” the old woman said, “Henry, we’re leaving!”
But Henry wasn’t listening. He was staring at the preacher and nodding his approval, holding his hands in his lap to cover his erect cock.
“Henry! What is wrong with you?”
Henry stood and looked down at his wife, his grin in place. Suddenly, he grabbed the front of her dress and ripped it open, sending buttons flying in all directions. The material parted, revealing her bra and girdle which were attempting to hold her saggy skin in place. She reacted by screaming and trying to cover herself with her hands.
Several men in the crowd cheered.
“Henry!” she screamed as she sat down in the pew, hiding her body, “Stop it!”
Henry reached for his pants and undid them, allowing his long hard cock to flop free in his wife’s direction.
“Betty, you’re going to do something you’ve never done before.” He grabbed his wife’s head and aimed his dick at her mouth.
A man sitting behind him tried to grab Henry’s arm and hold him back, but the guy next to him knocked his hand off, and said, “Get out of the way, I want to see this.”
Several of the woman looked on in shocked horror, but a few leaned over into their husbands’ laps and undid their belts.
A young woman got up and walked hurriedly down the center aisle towards the door.
“Stop her!” shouted Father Gardner, pointing at the woman.
Three men in the back leapt from their seats and blocked the woman’s path. She attempted to get around them, but one slipped his arm around her waist from behind and held her captive. His other hand reached around and found her breast, squeezing it through her blouse.
Missy Vrable stood and began removing her clothes, unbuttoning her blouse to reveal her bra. He watched enraptured as she reached behind and undid the clasp, then pulled the restraining garment from her breasts. Father gasped aloud as they came free, bouncing slightly from her movements. The snap at the waist of her dress was next, and she let it slide to the floor, standing naked before him in just her red pumps.
His cock was rock hard in his pants as he watched her, his eyes soaking in her bare flesh. She walked up the steps to him, her eyes locked on his. When she neared him his hands reached out to hold her breasts, and he ejaculated in his pants from the sensation, feeling his warm cum fill his crotch and drip down onto his balls.
Couples paired up in the pews, discarding clothing and slipping hard cocks into warm w
et flesh – sometimes mouths and sometimes cunts, and even a few asses. Those who either didn’t take communion, or were slow to react, were overtaken by the others and converted that way. Within minutes the sanctuary became one huge orgy of lust, with all rational thought gone.
Chapter 25
The camouflaged Humvee drove slowly down Harlan Street, as its occupants surveyed the town. Lieutenant Strang was up front with the driver, while General Trax and Chief Moore sat in the back, staring out their respective windows.
They had made their planned stops at the two farms. At the Waller farm, the cows were in an agitated state, all standing close together as if it was feeding time, but there was no bale of hay between them. Despite the fact they were all females, some of them mounted the others, mimicking a bull’s humping.
At the Zanderson farm, they found the dead bodies of the dog and coyote behind the barn, and saw that the coyote was still attached to the back of the dog.
“Seems like your deduction was correct,” Trax said. “This looks like ground zero.”
“Where do you think the coyote got it?” Moore asked.
Trax and Strang shared a quick glance, and then Strang said, “Who knows? We’ll run tests on the corpse to see if that gives us any clues.”
Moore looked closely at them. There was something they weren’t telling him.
Now, as they cruised down the main street, occasionally they would drive past someone walking along with that familiar grin on their face. Some were nude and some were dressed, and some were halfway between with either no pants or shirt.
When they saw the first one, Strang turned around and asked the General if he wanted to stop. Trax declined, telling him he would rather see the whole town first.
Moore finally worked up enough nerve to ask what was on his mind. “What’s going on General?”
Trax gave him a curious look. “What do you mean Chief?”