The Y-Virus Ch. 03

"Shhhh!" Akira shushed me and pressed a finger up to my lips, "Someone might be listening on the other side of the door. I can't afford to take that chance. Just trust me."

"Okay. Sorry about that," I whispered back. "But, did you just say what I think you said?"

I knew that I was rather cute, but I wasn't use to women simply telling me that they wanted me, at least not so bluntly, and certainly not right after meeting them. I knew that it was really because all my so-called competition was dead . . . literally. Women were now more likely to compete for my affection instead of the other way around.

"Of course, silly." She giggled, "I have every reason in the world to want to have sex with you. But Dr. Miller won't give me permission to have sex with you until we collect the necessary quota. Even though your sperm sample was tested, and the results proved you to be extremely fertile, you'll still need to provide us with more samples. We'll keep all the sperm samples in storage at the necessary temperature; then they'll be dispersed to the surviving female population."

"How do they plan on getting my future sperm samples? Do they want me to jerk off into a cup or something? Or do you plan on driving that chrome-tentacle-thingy up my ass again?" I asked in jest, but wanting to know the serious answer.

"Not unless you want me to," She laughed, "But the answer is, well, our scouts have managed to get a hold of three high-tech sex toys that are guaranteed to give men the most intense, and most productive, orgasms possible. It's called the Orgasmanatrix 8000. But I'll tell you more about it later."

"Oh, okay." I whispered. The idea of a super advanced sex toy was getting me a bit more aroused.

"But I originally wanted to ask you . . . well, can I suck your cock?"

For the second time in the last few minutes, this Japanese beauty had stunned me with her words. "I'd be crazy if I said 'no.' Please, suck away."

"Well . . . there are a few things I should tell you first." She whispered.

"What?"

"First, we need to be quiet. I can't stress that enough.

"Second, you're not allowed to ejaculate without the permission of a doctor or scientist. Dr. Miller is adamant about upholding her rule of collecting as much sperm as possible in this place. But don't worry; I'm giving you permission right now.

"Third, since all your orgasms are monitored, recorded, and timed; Dr. Miller, or perhaps someone else, might come along and inquire about the orgasm. Since your sperm is very valuable, you need to promise me that you'll tell them you masturbated into a cup, okay? They can't know that I gave you a blowjob."

"Okay, I promise. No problem."

"Thanks," She whispered. "Let me go grab a sample cup and I'll be right back." She stood up, turned around, and walked out the room. I couldn't help but stare at her perfect ass as she walked away. It definitely helped keep me hard (not that I needed much help in that regard). She returned with a plastic cup and moved her chair closer to my midsection. When she sat down she looked into my eyes and her facial expression changed into something I can only describe as playfully evil. "Just remember: I can shock your balls repeatedly if you break your promise. Trust me; you don't want to feel level ten shocks."

My eyes nearly popped out of my skull when I heard her say this. She did have the ultimate leverage: my balls at her mercy. But, I wasn't about to turn down a blowjob from this stunning Asian doctor.

"Oh . . . o-o-okay." My voice trembled.

"Relax," She said, "I'm sort of joking, but kinda not."

This didn't quell my fear that she might shock my balls if I ignored my promise.

She reached forward and held my cock. She held it delicately, like it were an ancient relic lost to the world (in a weird way, my penis was). She kissed the head a couple times before kissing the length of my shaft. She even kissed my trapped balls after. She was trying to savor this experience and I couldn't blame her. After the kissing, she decided to adjust herself so she could slide her tongue up the underside of my cock more easily. When she did this she flicked her tongue upward at the head.

I was going crazy! My heart rate was increasing on the display of the tablet that was now tossed in between my parted legs. I could hear the device beeping quietly.

[Beep . . . . . . . . Beep . . . . . . . . Beep]

I tried to steady my breathing when she finally put the head of my penis into her mouth. When it was wet enough she started to swirl her tongue around the head in circles.

[Beep . . . . . Beep . . . . . Beep . . . . . Beep]

Judging from her gentle cooing and the softness of her eyes when she looked up at me, she didn't just enjoy my dick . . . she was in love with it. This poor woman hadn't seen a cock for so long, and now, finally, she was able to enjoy this basic pleasure. I felt happy for her . . . but even more so for myself.

She sucked harder as she put more of me in her mouth. Her tongue was moving all over the shaft and head. She was an expert at this and must've given head regularly to her former boyfriends.

[Beep . . . Beep . . . Beep . . . Beep . . . Beep . . . Beep]

She was hell-bent on finishing me off as quick as possible. I understood her fervor since my heart rate was most likely being displayed on a separate monitor elsewhere in the building. When she finally deep-throated my cock, her head bobbed wildly up and down. My manhood was the only thing she wanted; the only thing she needed.

The sound of her slurping was like music to my ears, and the perfect metronome for keeping the time was . . .

[Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!]

I stifled my groans as I erupted into her mouth. My ex-girlfriend Sarah was good at giving head, but this was a blowjob on an entirely new level. Akira Minoko was the Goddess of Fellatio!

When Akira pulled herself away from my cock, she spit my seed into the plastic cup and tightened the cap. She stood and straightened her jet-black hair as quick as she could. We could hear footsteps approaching fast down the corridor. I wrapped my hand around my cock and began stroking it a little (I thought this would help sell our alibi). Akira grabbed the tablet and straightened her posture. A few moments later the door to my room was opened.

Dr. Miller stood in the doorway with a similar tablet clutched in her hand. Another doctor stood behind her. I would later learn that this other woman was Dr. Nancy Weller.

"What's going on in here?!" Dr. Miller snapped. "Dr. Weller brought this to my attention." She lifted the tablet and pointed at my recorded heart rate and orgasm total. "Did Mr. Barber indulge in an unscheduled orgasm, Dr. Minoko?"

"Yes doctor." She replied dutifully. "But I gave him permission to do so."

Dr. Miller looked at me with piercing eyes.

I looked at Akira; she looked back at me with knowing eyes, her finger hovered discretely over the buttons of her wrist remote (she turned her body so as to hide the remote from the view of the other doctors).

Dr. Miller kept looking in my eyes even when she addressed Akira, "Did you at least collect his semen?"

"Yes, doctor, of course."

Akira held up the plastic cup for Dr. Miller to take. She took the cup carefully from Akira and inhaled deeply in order to calm herself. "We can't waste sperm, Mr. Barber. I don't need to remind you of the situation the world is in right now. The potential for life is more important now than it ever was!"

She kept her sharp gaze on me even when handing my semen over to Dr. Weller. When the sample was taken from her, Dr. Miller put her hand on her hip. This briefly made me think of a school teacher about to lecture a student that was caught misbehaving in class.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself." I said innocently enough, "But in my defense nobody told me I shouldn't masturbate, at least not until Dr. Minoko caught me doing it," I made a gesture to Akira. "She warned me that I wasn't allowed to ejaculate without permission, but she was kind enough to give me permission. She told me to hold back until she could at least get a proper receptacle. I'm sorry. I wasn't my intention to get you upset or anything."

It seemed like Dr. Miller realized she couldn't be too upset with me. Technically, my sperm wasn't wasted. She moved her hand off her hip and said, "I just want you to understand that we cannot afford to waste sperm in this facility. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, ma'am." I said with my head lowered in (false) shame.

She began again in a stern voice, "I feel now is the proper time to warn you that if you intentionally waste your semen, I, or another member of my staff, will take corrective action. I'll see to it you receive an electric shock no less than LEVEL FOUR to the testicles! I trust Dr. Minoko has answered all your questions about the TestiTracker and its functions, correct?"

"Yes, ma'am, she did." I said nervously as I glanced at Akira.

"One thing you'll learn about me fast, Mr. Barber, is that I firmly believe in Pavlovian methods of conditioning. If you really feel the need to masturbate and/or have an orgasm, notify one of the medical or science staff members so they can decide whether or not to give you permission. This way they can collect the sample for further procreation! Sperm is far too precious to be spilled!"

"Yes, ma'am, I understand. Again . . . I'm sorry."

She accepted my apology by simply nodding. She turned around with Dr. Weller behind her. They both left the room and Dr. Weller closed the door behind her, but not before giving me a quizzical look.

After waiting a few moments, Akira looked at me and smiled in a way I hadn't seen before. She was grateful for the fall I took for her. Perhaps she felt something for me, too. Maybe I was more to her than just a pair of testicles and a penis; maybe I was somebody that she felt she could trust and confide in. Or perhaps I was only seeing things that I wanted to see. I couldn't really be sure at the time.

Even though her finger wasn't anywhere near the buttons on her wrist remote, I still felt a small degree of fear from Akira, but it wasn't the same kind of fear I felt from Dr. Miller.

Akira wanted a primal, basic human need: sexual contact. Dr. Miller was much more concerned with the more practical thing: sperm collecting and distribution for repopulation. This isn't to say that Akira wasn't concerned for aiding in the repopulation of the world, she definitely was. But Akira seemed to embrace more of what it meant to be human: to feel lust, to feel pleasure, to be wanted, to be alive.

My favorite Japanese doctor hugged my naked body when she felt it was safe to do so. I was a little worried when she wrapped her arms around me because I didn't want her to press any buttons on her wrist remote by accident. Fortunately, this didn't happen.

I wrapped my arms around her and returned the affection in spades. We stayed like this for a while before she stood up and told me that she had to go look for Kristine, one of Dr. Miller's scouts. Kristine was given the task of leading a small team of scouts to gather men's clothing, as well as anything else that might prove useful. Akira took her leave and my eyes were once again locked on her ass as she walked away.

Damn, it was so perfect!

I felt a little sad when she closed the door behind her. I couldn't see it wiggle anymore.

I sat on the bed for about five minutes before I felt confident enough to stand. My legs felt like rubber at first, but once the blood started flowing normally through my veins I began to take baby steps around the edge of the room. I pressed a hand against the wall as I made my way to keep my balance. I walked like this for twenty minutes before I was able to walk normally again for the first time in 281 years.

There was a single large window in the room with what appeared to be a segmented metal sheet just outside it. The glass of the window was very thick and the metal sheet was like a curtain of sorts. A small metal plate was fixed on the wall next to the window. The metal plate had two buttons on it that were marked "up" and "down." I pressed the "up" button and the metal sheet slowly lifted itself up.

What I saw was nothing less than shocking!

There were countless buildings and skyscrapers off in the distance (and even a few that were rather close to the CDC). Many windows of these buildings were broken and had black scorch marks trailing up from them. Clearly there were many fires all over this area. No doubt most were caused by looters in the wake of the Y-Virus. The road I could see from my window had no cars traveling along it. The cars there were stationary and abandoned (if not flipped over into ditches, torched, or crashed into other cars and structures. These were most likely driven by men that died while driving). The cars looked like they hadn't moved in ages and were rusted all over.

There were, however, a few large vehicles that were hovering and flying off in the distance. Dr. McFlarghan did mention that I was brought here to Georgia via hover vessel. It was amusing to me, the fact that there were both terrain vehicles and hover vehicles used by people before all hell broke loose.

As I looked out the window I couldn't help but ponder what kind of chaos existed in the world I saw before me. What were the women out there doing? I knew it wouldn't be safe for me. There could still be traces of the Y-Virus out there. And even if there wasn't, there were still members of the Black Widow Society that would probably kill me as soon possible. Also, I had no earthly idea what kind of technology could exist out there (that is, if it still existed). Perhaps there were starving women out there so desperate for food that they'd kill you for the canned spaghetti in your backpack.

I couldn't know any of this . . . and the unknown can be terrifying.