Dr. Richard Madsen had been working on a fix.
It was six months ago when Richard thought he had finally found the solution. The newest strain of the drug was working 100 % on male and female lab rats and chimpanzees, but Helix said they weren’t yet ready for human testing.
They weren’t, but Richard was.
Little did she know at the time, but he’d been using an older modified version of Red Breath on himself, and had been utilizing it’s powers of persuasion to convince her to experiment with him.
Willow had already said yes to Richard’s bedroom a year earlier, before he’d been using the drug. Her feelings for him were genuine, but she never would have agreed to unsanctioned testing of Red Breath on anyone, much less herself. Not if she were in her right mind.
But she hadn’t been. So she said yes.
At first it seemed as though Richard had found Heaven on Earth. On the surface, Red Breath worked like a charm. The two of them would fuck for what felt like days, slipping in and out of nirvana only as long as the reality of life required. It was utter bliss, until the Breath turned sour.
Two weeks ago, everything changed. Willow suddenly turned into a succubus, seemingly overnight; a monster with uncontrollable urges. Perhaps that’s what she had been ever since the first dose of Red Breath, but Richard was so well armored from his months of experimenting that she couldn’t harm him.
It wasn’t until they invited others to join them that the horror was unleashed.
The doctor brought home a couple for them to play with, a beautiful set of upper-crust socialites from Buckhead. Part of Red Breath’s beauty was the way it gave its users the ability to persuade others to do their bidding. Because sex was always on at least part of everyone’s mind, it was easy to use it to get what you wanted. The doctor hadn’t paid for a single thing in months. After a long night partying at the XO Bar, the doctor suggested they return to his house and enjoy each other’s company.
They did, a little too much.
Willow had never fucked or been fucked so hard in her life. The rush was electric in her veins and her brain. She’d never felt so alive as when she inhaled their lifeforces through her skin and mouth. And then when she came down from the euphoria, she realized she was lying next to two corpses.
Richard stared at her in horror.
Willow had no idea what the doctor did with the bodies. The next thing she knew, Richard was locking her in his basement lab, promising that he’d release her as soon as he could. He had to find a cure without alerting Helix to they had done — they as if she had been part of the planning. When the doctor returned from the office the following day, she was completely mad with desire.
Willow lay on the couch, sticky and dripping, rubbing her sopping hole at the memory of her first weeks of Red Breath. She needed to leave the house and fuck; not just fuck, consume cock like it was one of the four food groups.
The killings had changed her, maybe forever. She and Richard both knew two things: she had to fuck every day, and she would kill anything that made it inside her. So each evening he would smoke a fresh Red Breath, then head down to the basement for an hour or so of insane fucking, the Red Breath keeping him armored from death.
The part of the drug the doctor never designed was as powerful as all the parts that he did. Red Breath allowed Willow to see what was in the doctor’s mind while he was inside her, or even earlier, once blood flowed to his cock and put his arousal in bloom.
The sensation itself was amazing, but Willow quickly grew hungry for more, and grew dissatisfied with the same Richard every night of the week. Not being able to consume him wholly as she had the two people she killed, was like not being able to cum. It left her aching all day and all of the night. It was a hunger she neither understood nor could control. It was if Red Breath had awakened some alien or ancient part of her — a powerful, hungry part that grew more agitated the longer she went without being fed.
Willow understood the need to stay locked up, but was growing more resentful by the hour. And though she was too scared to try and break free, she also knew there wasn’t much time before her body got the best of her mind and started driving the bus without her. It finally happened two days before the doctor’s murder.
Willow was in the basement when the six foot three inch man with the square jaw and close cropped hair came to check the gas meter. She was in heat, writhing around on the basement floor, sucking on her fingers and digging as deep as she could into her sloppy hole. She smelled the meter man outside, leapt like a cat from the cold concrete floor, sniffing the closed narrow window at the top of the basement.
Willow closed her eyes and called him to her with her mind. Another talent she had developed which Red Breath had obviously awakened.
The meter man had no idea why his cock was so suddenly hard, or why the throbbing pain was leading him toward the back door of the house, but his body was giving him no choice but to follow. He also had no choice but to break the back door window, letting himself into the kitchen. Just like he had no choice but to head down into the basement, following the scent of soaking wet pussy like it was a pie cooling on a windowsill.
He opened the basement and saw Willow lying with her back on the floor, her legs spread wide enough to give the meter man a clear view of her engorged pussy lips, glistening from an almost constant wetness.
Willow whispered, “Do you want me to fuck you so hard you fall asleep and never wake up?”
The meter man agreed, though he must have thought she was kidding, or at least exaggerating. But she wasn’t.
Willow bounced up and down on his throbbing cock as he was swallowed by pleasure. She dug into his memories, seeing everything from the time he was sixteen and finger banged his fourteen year old next door neighbor Lisa, to the night before when he came on his wife’s waiting face.
Willow took it all. Drank him down, and felt his lifeforce flow into her. It was a rush greater than any drug. There was a remote part of her that felt guilty for killing the man, but the power and euphoria drowned that part of her out.
Feeling stronger than she’d ever felt before, she left him dead, but smiling. She went upstairs through the open basement door, took a long, scalding shower, then tracked down the good doctor who had called in sick to work.
It didn’t take Willow long to track him down. She could see flickers of his thoughts like breadcrumbs trailing toward his cock, and once she was a mile from St. Regis, his scent grew strong enough to smell.
Willow didn’t have to check in downstairs to find him. She simply followed her nose and the twitch of her twat. The man in the elevator conveniently forgot she was there after she swallowed his load and left him alive. She didn’t even have to knock on the door since Richard opened it the second he smelled her on the other side.
She entered the room to an orgy, and the sudden, wide-eyed fear of the doctor — a terror he could do nothing about. He belonged to her, cock and mind, and she used it, just like she used every girl in the room to satisfy the day’s worth of lust that had built up inside her.
For three hours she had herself licked and fingered and fucked by everything in the room that had a face. Her asshole was sucked on, just like her tits and pussy. Her ears were whispered into, and she made Richard spend his last long minutes on Earth as her slave, servicing her on repeat.
Three of the girls were dead before the other three realized what was happening. They only lasted a few seconds longer, their eyes widening just in time to fall silent forever.
Willow kept Richard around for another hour, sucking him off once, just for the fuck of it, before making him use his Red Breath thickened rod to fuck her silly and splatter her with his white, hot spew over and over again. It was only when the frenzy and delirium subsided that Willow finally realized what she had done, what she had become, and what that could possibly mean. Humans were wired with two primary modes of response: fight or flight. Red Breath turned fight into fucking, but flight stayed the same.