Chapter One

Night Falls In Eden

 

I'm getting rather worried about what's happening to us. There's 1,062 men, and 1,883 women-most of them irresistibly pretty, young college girls-working here in this fenced-in 800 acres of buildings, meadows and tropical forest; we're all getting abnormally horny.

Oh, nothing really dangerous or bad about it, I suppose-unless you're easily embarrassed. It's just that I've noticed how fascinated we seem to be about-about sex. Especially when men and women are standing or sitting close together. It's just not one particular female that arouses me. Although Vicky and I have fucked together for five months now, and she is fantastic in bed. I seem to lust for every girl who walks past me. Since I am young, athletically muscled, and, according to Vicki, rather handsome and sexy, all the other girls seem to agree. Also, because I'm at the top of the corporate pyramid, the directing manager of this place, I suppose it would be easy for me to fuck any girl I want.

But it's getting worse-or better, depending on how you view enjoying sex with multiple partners. I have this urge to seduce every female who cums-er-comes into my office. At least while I'm sitting behind it, they can't see the throbbing bulge in my pants.

It's not just the men, either. I've seen the girls gaze at the men's crotches when they think we aren't looking. Their faces flush deep pink and their hands touch their feminine bodies and slide down to the gentle swell of their lower bellies. Their fingers move with a slow, rhythmic stroking motion. I'm worried this could interfere with our facility's secret scientific work.

I finally had a private conversation with Vince Durant, our company doctor.

"I've noticed it, too," he replied. "I even find myself enjoying naughty thoughts about my young staff nurses." He glanced up and down the corridor to see if anyone could hear what he was telling me. "I went back to the central care ward one evening to get some papers I forgot, and noticed one of the patient's room doors open a crack. When I snuck over and peeked in, I almost gave myself away. Pamela, the head nurse, was standing beside the man's bed, with her hands under the sheet. My god, she was panting with lust and masturbating him!"

"I suppose he wasn't protesting?" I couldn't help grinning.

"I doubt he could, even if he wanted to. She had secured him with wrist and ankle restraints. The lucky guy was totally immobilized and defenseless, so he didn't need to feel guilty."

My expression sobered. "What's happening to us, doc?"

"I have a theory. We're working here in this isolated science research facility in the heart of this god-forsaken jungle. There's a lot of exotic vegetation out there on the other side of our perimeter security wall. It keeps out trespassers, spies and natives, but it doesn't stop the air. I believe there are some plants growing up against the outside of the wall that have spores or pollen blowing into our compound, and we're breathing it into our bodies every day. We're being infected by a natural, biological aphrodisiac drug, very potent, and there's nothing we can do to prevent it."

"Filters?"

"It's too late. My studies indicate there's been a permanent, irreversible alteration of the hormones in our brains and genitals. We're nature's guinea pigs. She's made all of us constantly horny for the rest of our lives, and it's going to gain more and more power over us until we men are all cursed-or blessed-with permanent erections. If I can't find an antidote soon, within a year all of us, men and women, will become naked animals obsessed with fucking every minute of the day and night."

"But this area was surveyed and tested before construction was started. They declared it safe from biohazards."

"Oh, good god, Steve, get real! There are probably a hundred thousand species of plants and insects out there that we don't even know exist."

"Are we in danger, then?"

"Of getting sick or dying, no." It was Vince's turn to grin. "Of being raped by our female colleagues, yes."

"Do you suggest any medication we should be taking?"

Vince gestured to the young curvaceous nurse at the far end of the hospital corridor. "Yep-Viagra!"

 

The dream vision faded as my naked body suddenly jerked upright in bed.

"What's wrong, Steve?" Vicky wrapped her arms around my waist and kissed my cheek. Her emerald-green eyes glowed in the pale light.

I wiped my hands across my face, trying to purge the dismay. "I had the dream again." I looked at her naked body in the pale beam of moonlight streaming through the bars of our cage. The steel ring on her wide leather collar locked around her neck swayed and glittered in the moonlight. Her wrist cuffs, like the ones on her ankles, rubbed against me as she moved. I'm sure her silky skin felt my collar and cuffs, too.

"It must be a really sexy dream to make your cock stiff and erect as that." She caressed my manhood and balls with her delicate fingers. "Let me see what I can do with it." She smiled and gently pushed me back down on our bed.

"Big Dick is watching us, Vicky." I hated how he enjoys tormenting our defenseless bodies with his violent, perverted sex games, then forcing us to fuck so he can watch us.

"Don't think about that maniac computer and his dreadful robots, darling. Let's just enjoy each other's bodies and forget our captivity for an hour." She slid down the bed and began kissing my cock. "Please, at least let me try to arouse you again."

I reached down and stroked my hands over her lush, glossy mane of russet-red hair. "You do please me, Vicky." I would have gone crazy by now if I didn't have her to help me endure Big Dick's sexual torments; the way he forces us into a frenzy of fucking for his amusement, then orders his fiendish robot apprentices to torture us.

"Hm-m-m-m." Vicky sucked my cock into her warm, moist mouth as her velvety tongue caressed its sensitive tip. I closed my eyes and remembered how life was for us before Big Dick's illicit programming turned him into a depraved sex maniac, and he turned us into a group of terrified, naked captives.

Vicky and I still have the violent dreams, even a year after it began. I wake up sweating and groaning, or she wakes me with her screams, thrashing and struggling to escape her nightmare. Then we realize the nightmare is real, that we cannot escape from what our captor does to all of us, all day, all night, with our defenseless flesh. Vicky and I desperately cling to each other, pressing our naked, trembling bodies together, being careful not to hurt the livid bruises and crimson welts, the marks we've had to bear during the horror of our imprisonment.

Only now, after enduring a year of our captivity am I able to write about our experiences. Not that I expect anyone to believe it is real. The secret is too well kept. Everyone who knows about this place was either brought here or has disappeared without a trace. No one outside will ever know or guess our facility exists, what it has become, and the unthinkable horror we woke to one summer morning.

Security-always security. No one knows, no one is warned of the danger, so it's certain to happen again in other facilities like ours. It could even happen to you. More unsuspecting men and women will be trapped and forced to entertain the insatiable mastermind-controlling, directing, compelling our submission with deadly force to a berserk program of pain and pleasure, every waking moment of our lives. Maybe you will be the next one stalked, caught, and smuggled in here to suffer our fate. Maybe you will learn to accept, like we must, the humiliation of being stripped naked, chained like a wild animal, and subjected to this depraved kind of sexual slavery.

Only now can I admit that most of us did learn to find some dark, unforeseen pleasure in this captivity-the women eventually, but the men more easily. I won't try to justify how we gradually changed mentally into lusting primal brutes, quickly losing our will to resist. I only want to record the facts-what we unexpectedly became during this year-what we began to enjoy doing to each other-how much we enjoyed others doing it to us.

I suspect some emotion-changing substance is being put in our food. After a week, we stopped resisting. After a month, both men and women began looking forward to sharing our experiences. We might as well find some comfort with our episodes together. We really didn't have any choice. We had to obey to prevent our companions from suffering a worse fate than what we did to each other. If we didn't perform to our inhuman jailer's satisfaction, our punishment was swift and indescribably brutal. Our captor demanded perfection, but we are fallible humans. We all had our turns enduring that cruel punishment again and again. It didn't make us perfect, but it forcefully motivated our next performance.