As Dr Swanson and Col. Byrd watched from their safe vantage inside the observation room, the test subject began to look around the room, clearly eager to locate something to ease her impossibly powerful sexual urges. Finding little more than the gurney and the remnants of her clothes, she then began to sniff about the room as if she were a hound hunting out its prey.
"Fascinating" said Swanson. "She's actually displaying predatory instincts."
By this point Byrd was near-transfixed by the sight in front of him. The redhead, face contorted with need, continued to stroke her nipples with her fingers almost instinctively, her red hair plastered about her face with sweat, saliva and cum. After a while she seemed to make direct eye contact with the Colonel, even though he knew this was impossible; her red, bloodshot eyes nevertheless sent an intense thrill through him. He imagined himself fucking her hard, imagined her frantically thrusting her ass against him as he plowed her as deep as his by now completely erect cock could go. Then she carried on sniffing about the room and he felt almost disappointed, let down to be released from his intense sexual reverie.
After a while, she began sniffing at a small patch of the wall near the mirrored screen. After doing so for a while, she began to paw at the edge of the screen, saliva once again running from her lips, and she licked langourously at the edge of the mirror, her hands grasping uselessly at the imperceptible crack.
"Sir... I think that's where the leak is," said Swanson.
"You WHAT?" replied Byrd. "But that means... that means we..."
"We're both infected sir. This room is as compromised as the rest of the facility. If we leave, we'll infect everyone we meet."
"DAMMIT!" cried Byrd. "What can we do?"
And then, almost at the same time, their minds came to the same conclusion. |