Lipsticks

The following erotic horror story has themes of horror, misogyny, non-consent sex and other dark themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of gender, political or societal protest. This is purely for entertainment and never meant to happen in reality. If you have issues with such kinks, please do not read.

"Carmel, stop!" Rebecca shouts at the tall, thick woman as she holds the much smaller man with one hand.

Either not hearing her partner, or choosing not to hear her, the large lesbian buries her fist into the man's stomach, again, causing him to bend over from the blow. This is the third blow in a row, where the man hasn't even tried to attack her or defend himself.

"Carmel!" Rebecca shouts again, this time with a great deal more fury.

"WHAT?!" Carmel yells back, her eyes wide with the thrill of aggression. Where getting into a fight, especially with a man, makes her wetter than a river. Even more with a man she hates and knows she can destroy like who she has now.

"Let. Him. Go. Now!" Rebecca tells her lover, giving her a look that suggests she isn't playing around. That she is far more dangerous than a live grenade.

Carmel gives her smaller but sterner partner a look as if someone canceled Christmas. The two then stare at each other like a game of Chicken. Waiting to see who is the one to flinch first.

In Carmel's mind, she is trying to think if there is a way to continue beating the man and keep her relationship with Rebecca. Despite being much smaller than her partner, Rebecca gives shows no fear of the huge woman. And they both know Rebecca can do more damage than Carmel, except Rebecca's will not be physical.

"You act like I started it," Carmel finally says after the stare down, making Rebecca cringe. To Rebecca, whenever Carmel uses THAT voice, she sounds like a bratty little kid trying to blame someone else for what they did. It is the most unsexy thing ever to her.

"He knows he isn't allowed in Lipsticks. This is what he gets," Carmel then says before Rebecca can retort.

"Carm, you know that's not true. We allow anyone in here. We don't judge, even if you do," the older woman behind the bar tells Carmel in an even sterner manner than Rebecca. Carmel opens her mouth to say something to the older woman but stops herself as if there's one person in the bar you don't want to mess with, it's the bartender, Cassy.

"This is a LESBIAN bar. Why in the fuck would a straight man be allowed in here? Especially a perverted fucker like him?" Carmel complains, still trying to find support or a good reason for her actions.

"Language!" Rebecca states like a mother to her daughter when hearing Carmel curse.

Five minutes ago, the man, who is named Edmond, came into the bar called Lipsticks. He walked in, setting Carmel off. This isn't the first time Edmond has come in, either. Nor was it the first time Carmel got physical with the man.

Edmond is a five foot five Right-Wing hero, or at least that is what he calls himself. He claims to fight for all just fights, no matter what it is or how hard it might be. And his latest obsession is the Lipsticks bar, which happens to be a popular yet hidden lesbian bar.

Lipsticks is located out in the country, an hour away from Dallas, Texas. The bar sits off a dirt road, which is itself off another dirt road. It's the sort of place where only those that have been to it before know of it's existence.

Despite being for lesbians, the owner Cassy welcomes everyone into her bar. As long as you are there to enjoy yourself and not do anything stupid, all are welcome. But, some of the clientele, meaning Carmel, tend to chase off any that are not women.

Edmond first came in roughly a month ago. He was calm and polite, going to the bar and asking for a drink. When it came, he then launched into his monologue about how women being lesbians is not natural. That what is actually happening is that they have been waiting for the right man to come along as what they need is "cock."

As you might guess, this didn't go down very well with the lesbian crowd. And it just happened Carmel was there that night. Carmel who is six foot tall and close to two hundred and thirty pounds of muscle. Carmel who also has a hatred for men.

Carmel didn't have a discussion with Edmond that night. Instead the aggressive and upset Carmel attacked the much smaller Edmond. Launched him out a window actually. Literally picked him up, over her head and threw him out a window to teach him a lesson.

When the dust settled, Edmond assured the owner he wasn't going to call the police or sue. That this was a holy war, and he would win by non-violent methods. That in the end, he would prove they will bow down to the almighty cock.

Since that time, Edmond has returned to the bar each week. He comes in, orders a drink, spouts his pseudo-religious-sexuality rant and gets into a heated argument with someone, mostly Carmel. Each time he was physically tossed or beaten by Carmel, who delighted in taking out her frustrations on the man. Each time Edmond would leave, vowing to be back the next week.

"I don't care much for him either, or what he believes, but that doesn't mean he deserves to be physically assaulted. It's like you enjoy going to jail," Rebecca berates Carmel.

Carmel is about to complain to her partner about how unfair the situation is. That everyone should be thanking her because she's the hero. This is what she normally would argue but this isn't what she gets to say tonight. She doesn't get to argue this because she hears laughter. Low laughter that sounds creepy. Not just creepy, but downright evil.

Everyone nearby turns to find the laughter is coming from Edmond. Still hunched over and holding his stomach, the man has started to laugh in a crazed manner. It's the sort of laugh that only the insane could have.

"What's so funny limp dick?" Carmel growls, walking back to the man and grabbing him by the front of his shirt. She tries to hide it, but that laugh terrifies her. Scares her to the bone.

Edmond fights to stand up straight after taking so many stomach blows. To do this, Carmel helps by pulling on his shirt and forcing him upright. There the two lock eyes where Carmel stares at him with hate and Edmond smiles a very wide, bloody smile. A smile that is directed at Carmel, telling her that he's finally won. With a busted lip and what appears to be a cut in his mouth, he laughs and laughs.

"I win," Edmound tells Carmel... then spits a mouthful of blood into her face.

The next three minutes can best be described as chaos. Pure, utter chaos. Edmond isn't thrown though a window, but through the wall itself. Carmel knows where it is just sheetrock, where she forcefully rams the smaller man through it and to the outside.

Finding that this isn't enough, Carmel stomps outside just to throw Edmond back into the bar via the open door. After landing and breaking a small table, Carmel swings the man by his foot, smacking him against the wall again, before trying again to get him to go through the same hole in the wall.

"Fucking creep asshole motherfucker. I'm going to kill him!" Carmel howls, now being held back by Rebecca and a few others. She attempts to go back outside to continue beating the man, but the bar patrons band together to keep her back before she murders Edmond.

Cassy, the owner of the bar rushes outside to check on Edmond and returns immediately. She looks at Rebecca, giving the large woman a severe look.

"He's gone. Must have run off," Cassy says, revealing that Edmound is no longer where he can be seen. To this news Carmel curses then marches to the bar and grabs a rag from behind the bar to wipe her face off.

"All's good, ladies. Chillax, relax and be happy," Cassy the bartender says loudly to try and calm everything down.

"Look, Bud Lite's on the house. Come and grab one if you promise to be chill," Cassy then offers, thinking this will help the aggression die down. She quickly moves behind the bar in hopes that the night will calm down with no more issues.

"Wow. On the house?" the other bartender, Lulu, asks her boss. Cassy is very tight with money so to hear that she was giving away drinks is a great surprise to the twenty-one year old Lulu.

"It's Bud Lite. No respectful lesbian will drink that shit," Cassy tells the other bartender under her breath so no one else will hear.

Of course Carmel is the first to demand her free drink, claiming she needs it to calm down. To this Lulu and Cassy share a look and laugh. They don't dare share the joke for fear of making the large lesbian get worked up again.

Several minutes pass and the bar calms down. People go to what they were doing while others still talk about the excitement. Lulu stares at the broken wall, shaking her head as she knows Cassy will no doubt put plywood there instead of getting it fix proper. Cassy checks on Carmel to make sure there is no real injury outside of her pride.

"Becky," Cassy calls to Rebecca after a few minutes. Cassy motions for the young woman to come over and step away from Carmel, as if needing to say something private. She does it very discreetly so as not to catch anyone's attention.

"Becky, you know I love you, and Carm, but this is the last time. Can't be having that violent shit here no more," Cassy tells the thirty year old Rebecca with an air of finality.

"I know Cass, I do," Rebecca says, feeling bad for what went down and how her partner Carmel acted. That's all Rebecca can say as she knows there's no excuse nor reason to defend Carmel after what she did.

"One more incident, she's banned. And by banned I mean if she comes in, the shotgun I keep under the bar invites her to leave," Cassy warns and Rebecca knows the older bartender if serious.

To this Rebecca nods, knowing there's nothing more to say. Cass gives Carm a sympathetic glance, as she understands the woman is full of life, but she also knows if this continues someone is going to end up hurt or possibly dead.

"Carm, what is your problem?!" Rebecca berates Carmel under her breath when she returns to sit next to her at the bar. Her tone is filled with frustration and annoyance that only comes from being with someone for as long as they have been together.

"Do you... do you smell that?" Carm asks, cutting Rebecca off. She then looks around as if smelling something unique.

"Don't change the subject," Rebecca states in a firm and upset manner, making Carm look back at her.

"Look, I'm sorry. You know how I get with right-wing fuckers like that," Carmel defends herself, looking apologetic. Only now she gets a look that shows she knew she went too far. That she let her emotions get the best of her.

"You're paying for that wall. And that table," Rebecca tells Carmel in the same upset mother tone, pointing out all the parts of the bar that were destroyed due to Carmel.

"Heya. Can I... ummm, may I... have..." a woman asks Cassy as she walks up to the bara couple of minutes later. The woman, who is in her late twenties, looks very uncomfortable as she approaches, even looks around to check that no one is listening.

"One of the... ummm, *cough*... free Bud Lites?" the woman, who is named Addison asks, looking down. Her face then turns red, showing her embarrassment at asking for the drink.

"Really?" Cassy asks in mock surprise.

"Hey, free drink, you know?" Addison responds with a shrug but clearly still embarrassed. Cassy looks at Addison with a comically surprised look, but then reaches into the cooler to retrieve her free beer.

"What's so bad about Bud Lite?" Rebecca asks, finding the exchange between the bartender and Addison humorous. Cassy places the free beer on the bar for Addison and is about to talk when Carm interrupts.

"Nothing. It's not bad. Not great, but not bad. Here," Carmel says, handing her beer over to Rebecca to taste.

Being timid, Rebecca first smells the beer as she would an expensive glass of wine. Then she takes a sip and nearly spits it out. She then puts the beer on the bar with a look that it may bite her. On purpose and to be funny, Rebecca slides the beer down the bar, putting it right next to Addison's free one implying Addison can have it too.

"Thanks, but I think I'll be good with just mine," Addison remarks with a laugh at the gesture.

"What do I know anyway? I'm not a beer drinker," Rebecca remarks, not wanting to make the woman any more embarrassed for wanting the free drink.

"Ain't that the truth. I had to learn all manner of hipster crap because of you," Cassy interjects.

"And most of that crap are real drinks I've been making for years, only now it has to be called some dumbass name," Cassy continues, showing her distain for local hipster culture.

Wearing a friendly but flirtatious smile, Addison steps towards the mismatched couple of Rebecca and Carmel, clearly wanting to talk. When she approaches, both Rebecca and Carmel look at her.

"So, what's one of these hipster drinks, then?" Addison asks Rebecca in a cheery manner.

"A drink called an Ass-Kicking Carmel. She's spoken for," Carmel proclaims in a now aggressive manner, standing up to show her size to the much smaller Addison.

"Carm!" Rebecca chides as Addison, who gains a look of surprise at trying to be friendly, takes a beer off the counter and leaves. Rebecca tries to apologize to the fleeing Addison, but it's too late.

"That's what I'm talking about!" Rebecca berates angrily, wanting her partner to know she's out of control. That things are going to change or they are over.

To this the lesbian pair have a brief but furious argument over Carmel's attitude and actions. Cassy the bartender watches the pair from down the bar, shaking her head. She, like so many others, know the relationship isn't going to work, but the pair will try.

Cassy then notices that Addison didn't take her free beer. It is still sitting on the bar, right where Cassy placed it. Confused by this, Cassy looks for Addison who has made her way to a new group. When she spots her, she notices that Addison is indeed holding a Bud Lite. It only takes Cass a moment to figure Addison must have taken Rebecca's/Carmel's beer by mistake.

"Yo, Addi," Cassy calls out, waving the woman to come back to the bar to explain she took the wrong drink.

"Hi! May we get free Bud Lites too?" a small group asks Cassy as they walk up to the bar, distracting her. The way Cassy looks at them is the way one might look at a pack of small puppies coming up to you to be petted.

The small group are newbies to the bar, who are clearly Dallas socialites. Every so often a group of young women like them come into the small bar. These are typically office workers and business types seeking some new place that they can tell others is charming and full of character. Groups like this visit once and never return, normally because the night ends with them getting hammered, and blaming the booze of the bar in the morning instead of drinking too much.

"Umm, sure," Cassy tells the group, giving them a look that suggests she wants to ask if they know they are in the right bar. But being polite and friendly, she pulls out more beers from the cooler.

"Cass? You wanted something?" Addison asks while approaching Cass, taking a swig from her Bud Lite.

"How about a shot!" One of the women in the small professionals group declares, pointing at a whiteboard that has the day's specials. She points to a drink that reads "Fireball."

"Hey, why not?" Another member agrees, to which they ask Cassy for shots. Distracted again, Cassy moves off to get the liquor bottle to make the shots, telling Addison to wait for one moment.

Seeing that the small group is friendly, Addison engages with them. She then puts her beer on the bar and sits on a stool to converse with them. A couple of minutes later, Cassy returns with the shots, including one for Addison.

The small group soon become the life of the run down bar, saying how they plan to come every Friday from now on. With that sentiment, they all grab their shot and hold it up in a salute.

Right after swallowing the shots, the small group panics as they never thought to ask what is in a Fireball, or how it tastes. This leads them to literally run around to find drinks in an effort to stop the burning of the liquor. It makes Carmel smirk as it looks like a bunch of cartoon characters with their asses on fire looking for a bucket of water.

One of the women, in sheer desperation grabs Addison's Bud Lite on the counter. She drinks a gulp of it, using the cheap beer like mouth wash. Right after her friend does the exact same thing, downing much of the beer in an effort to stop the burning.

"Fucking Dallas," Carmel chuckles as she and Rebecca watch the socialites freak out. Rebecca can't help but laugh as well, but she does it small and refined so as to not be rude.

Turning from the panicking group, Rebecca notices Carmel fidgeting. Her large lover is seated on her bar stool, as if unable to get comfortable. This is noticeable due to how large Carmel is and the way she doesn't stop moving at all.

Having zero chill, like normal, Carmel moves her hand right between her legs to pull at her jeans. When this doesn't give the require relief, Carmel downright rubs her crotch. This isn't a slight rub either. Carmel uses her entire hand to rub herself, even pushing at where her clit in under her jeans.

Rebecca sees this and is a bit embarrassed, not wanting to engage in case Carmel is having a private moment. She also thinks she'll stop after a moment, but the large woman doesn't. In fact, Carmel doubles down on rubbing herself, doing it harder and faster with her hand made into a fist.

"What... the hell are you doing?" Rebecca asks Carmel in an upset whimper, upset at Carmel being so damn lewd in public.

"Huh? Nothing. Just... I dunno. My snatch must be hungry or something. It's tingling weird," Carmel explains, waving her actions off. The large lesbian moves her hand off her crotch, but it quicky returns, where she tries to be more discrete in touching herself.

Laughter suddenly rings out, but not good laughter. Instead it is shrill laughter that makes a shiver run up the spine. It causes Carmel, Rebecca, Cassy and others to look at the door of the bar as that is where the laughter is coming from.

"Ahh, hell," Cassy groans as it is Edmond who stands in the doorway, much like he was before but now very beat up and bloody. He stands there, laughing maniacally with a wild smile.

This time Edmond looks extremely different. To Rebecca he looks like a movie villain that actually killed the hero and took over the world. There's nothing but vile and snark in his face as he laughs that horrid, crazed laugh.

"Carm," Cassy warns, to which Carmel puts her hands up as if to say, "I'm not doing anything."

The reappearance of Edmond has made the bar go quiet, with most everyone turning to look at the crazed looking man. Each reacts in their own way, with most backing up as they feel Carmel will get physical again, while a couple pull out their cells as if to make this into a TikTok.

"You... you need a ride to the hospital, buddy?" Lulu manages to ask as all Edmond does is laugh his insane laugh while staring at Carmel. The voice Lulu gives is the voice one uses to someone that has suffered some sort of breakdown.

Edmond doesn't respond to Lulu or even look at her. Instead he keeps staring at Carmel who stares back. His unblinking eyes focus on her, clearly wanting her to engage again. But this time, under Rebecca's stern glare, Carmel turns to face the bar in order to not engage with the man.

"Bet that pussy is getting pretty wet, huh?" Edmound asks Carmel in a voice so loud everyone can hear, then starts laughing the insane laugh again.

"Hey, there's no need for talk like that," Cassy warns sternly, showing Edmond he is in the wrong. She already has a hand on the shotgun under the bar as she doesn't trust the man who has clearly gone crazy.

"The tingling is only going to get worse," Edmound then tells Carmel, making Carmel look back at him in realization.

"What did you say you little shit?" Carmel growls, removing her hand from between her legs as she was still trying to pacify the tingling in her womanhood. She then stands, preparing to engage the man, again.

"Oh!" Rebecca gasps and acts as if someone's smacked her, right in her crotch. She hunches over and gasps so loud that everyone turns to look at her as both of her hands move between her legs.

Much like Carmel, Rebecca puts her hand between her legs. But unlike her lover, she doesn't rub but cups herself as an intense tingling feeling radiates from deep inside her womanhood. It's a fierce tingling that makes Rebecca want to insert something, maybe her fingers inside her sex to try and quell the feeling.

"You ok?" Carmel asks Rebecca, concerned. She leans over to check on her lover, but has to hunch over herself from how intense the tingling between her legs has become.

"I don't know. It feels... like... I want to have sex. Doesn't make sense, but that's what it feels like," Rebecca tells Carmel who nods in agreement. Carmel didn't have the words to describe what she was feeling, but that was exactly it.

The crazed laughter begins again as Edmond hears all of this. He starts to laugh so hard he bends over, his hurt stomach paining him.

"What... what did you do?" Rebecca asks Edmond, knowing he is the reason for this. That somehow he has made her womanhood want penetrative sex. Full blown, hardcore penetrative sex at that.

"It's going to keep building and building and building, until you can't take it," Edmond tells Rebecca and Carmel, then laughs a high pitched crazy laugh.

Despite wanting to kick the shit out of the man, Carmel can't. She can't even walk to him. Instead her body moves in reaction, rubbing her crotch again. She rubs much harder, her hand curled into a fist again and pressing right on her clit as if unable to scratch an itch. The large woman then abandons any privacy and shoves her hand into her jeans.

"You two ok? What's wrong?" Cassy asks, getting very concerned as she walks over to check on the two women.

"There's only one cure, and you aren't going to like it," Edmond says in a singsong voice, looking very demented. He then laughs again, looking like he is having the time of his life.

"He's done something," Rebecca tells the bartender, fighting hard not to touch herself in public. This fails and she too starts to furious rub between her legs in a sexual motion.

"Barkeep, I would like a nice, cold bottle of water," Edmond says cheerfully, walking towards the bar in a comical walk. When he reaches the bar, he hops onto a stool as if the world is his to control.

"Buddy, you better tell us what the fuck is going on if you want to keep breathing," Cassy warns and there's no bluff in her eyes. She is as serious as she can be as she moves towards Edmond.

"Ok, ok," Edmond says, putting his hands up in a surrender pose.

"I give up. I'll tell you my evil plan!" he continues and laughs his insane laugh.

"No one here was listening to what I had to say about the almighty cock, so I had to get creative. Since sex is all about biology, I decided biology would be the key to help me save you all," Edmond starts to explain, becoming much calmer now.

"I could walk through the exact steps and processes, telling you about the protein strands, RNA and other aspects, but I won't. Instead I'll just say this. Those two, and anyone that has exchanged body fluids with them tonight, now have a custom-made virus by yours truly," Edmond reveals with a bright and happy smile.

No one says anything after this as it is such an insane thing to say. It really is like a supervillain speech where it is too unbelievable to be real. It ends up with people looking at each other to make sure they heard correctly.

"A virus? Like Corona?" One of the Dallas office workers asks.

"OH!" Addison suddenly yelps, stumbling backward to move against the wall, her hands moving to her crotch. She then frantically jerks up the skirt she is wearing while falling to her knees while making a soft moaning sound, her eyes wide. There everyone watches as she moves her hand inside her pink panties gripping her sex.

"Yes, a virus. Except mine is specialized. Very specialized. And there's only one cure," Edmond says happily, ignoring the shocking sight of Addison starting to play with herself. The others rush to Addison, trying to check on her while others start to panic.

"Am I going to get that water...." Edmond asks Cassy, his face still bloody from the fight earlier.

Cassy's response is to show she has had enough. She yanks the shotgun out of its holder and points it right at Edmond's face. Everyone in the bar reacts to this by gasping and stepping back, with some ducking down.

But not Edmond. He just looks at the shotgun, bored. To show this, he lets out a loud sigh.

"What's the cure asshole?! You got ten seconds to tell me!" Cassy warns, cocking the shotgun as both Carmel and Rebecca fall off their barstools.

"Go ahead. Shoot. Take your revenge. Be all you can be," Edmond tells Cassy, having no fear of the gun.

"But if you do, you are killing the cure. And everyone affected with my virus will literally go mad with arousal in less than... oh... twenty minutes," Edmond says after checking his cell.

"OH!" One of the Dallas office workers gasps as she too grabs her crotch and stumbles back. Unlike the others, she falls on top of a pool table, bending over it with both hands between her legs. She then starts to moans very loudly in shock and surprise, her tone very shrill.

"Call 911," Cassy orders Lulu. The bartender knows that Addison drank Carmel's beer, so she got the virus. Then in the fray of the fireballs the office worker must have drank Addison's beer. And with that said, there's no telling how many people here have the virus.

"Yes, call the police, the paramedics and the national guard! They won't know what to do. And let's be honest, no way they get here fast enough," Edmond says, shooting a finger gun at Lulu who is already dialing.

"What's... the... cure," Rebecca squeaks out, with her face on the ground and ass raised. Her poise and self-respect is gone as her hand is under her pants and panties masturbating for all to see but it isn't helping. That whatever she is feeling is still too overwhelming.

"Cock," Edmond answers with a happy smile.

"My cock, actually," he corrects. After saying this, no one says anything. The bar goes quiet except for the moans of those affected.

"The virus only affects women, you know, those with a vagina. It causes the sex organ to require the one thing that biology knows it always wants, and needs.... cum. Semen. Man juice. Every moment it doesn't receive this gift, it amps up hormones and arousal making the body crave it more. Given enough time, the body and mind will shut down thanks to an overdose of it's own need to get fucked," Edmond explains to Cassy, very proud of himself.

"You're... you're fucking crazy," Cassy tells Edmond in utter shock as she lowers the shotgun. From the look on her face she knows the man is telling the truth. There's no lie from him and he's the right sort of crazy to go through with something like this.

"Crazy? Maybe. You know what they say. There's a fine line between crazy and genius," Edmond replies, not fazed by the insult.

"Lulu, text any guy you can. Anyone that can get here in five minutes," Cassy orders Lulu, trying to take charge of the situation. Trying to think what will save her friends.

"Tell them to jack off on the way but to save.... save... the goods. Won't be pretty but if it can be used..." Cassy explains her plan, finding it gross but knowing they don't have much choice. If cum is what will cure them, then she'll get them cum.

"Sorry sweetheart, that won't work," Edmond tells Cassy in a mock apologetic tone.

"The 'goods' have to come from me. From my own DNA or else the virus won't be satisfied," Edmond explains, making quotes at the word "goods."

Carmel starts to moan while humping the floor now. Her large frame squirms and quivers, trying to rub her crotch against anything as her actions become uncontrollable. Becoming frantic, she wiggles and moves non-stop, her eyes rolling all over.

"Damn it, what do you want?! I swear if anything happens to them, you are going to learn how your own 'goods' taste, you little shit," Cassy screams in panic, her calm demeanor cracking as she knows she has no control over the situation.

"Ok, calm down. I know this is very stressful, but let's keep our heads," Edmond says as Cassy still has a hand on the shotgun.

"Now that everyone is in agreement that I am in control..." Edmond says, then slowly spins on his barstool to look around the bar. He does this to see if anyone is going to contradict this statement. He makes sure to look everyone in the eye as he goes, knowing this is about control.

"This is what is going to happen," Edmond states in a serious tone, with all trace of comedic traits leaving as he savors the control he now has.

"Anyone affected needs to remove all their clothing and bend over the bar," he explains loudly, slapping his hand on the bar counter.

"They have to be bent over like the whores they are, and secured. I mean, otherwise they will squirm and I won't be able to cure them," Edmond explains.

"I happened to take something earlier that will allow me to perform multiple times. So once everyone is tied down, bent over with their pussies ready for cock, I will calmly go down the row, inseminating all of these fine lesbians with my seed. You know, placing my dick, which you reject, into their flowers and plowing them till I reach climax, and they will be cured and most likely have a baby fucked into them," Edmond explains, his chest puffed out.

Again no one says anything at how crazy this sounds. It sounds worse than what a supervillain would propose making everyone to look at each other in horror. The thought of having to have sex with a man is bad enough for most of them, but with Edmond? And like this? It becomes worse the more anyone thinks about it.

"Not to rush things, but there isn't much time left. Especially for the big one," Edmond mentions, pointing at Carmel who doesn't look to be able to hear or see anything. She continues to try and rub her crotch against the floor but it's clear it is in reaction.

Another of the Dallas group falls to the ground, her hands moving between their legs. Being in the back, no one noticed when she started to rub herself until it got unbearable. Now she collapses like the other, her body's arousal overwhelming her too.

"Damn it. Anyone not affected, help get them up," Cassy yells, sounding like she hates herself. To this she stomps around the bar, where Edmond backs away, his hands raised. He steps to the wall, wanting to see everything happen as he planned. With the smile he has, he is enjoying the lesbians having to do his bidding.

"Get their clothes off first," Cassy calls out, clearly not wanting to say the words. She takes charge as she normally does, through it is clear she doesn't want the job. In her normal commanding tone she instructs that the barstools be moved, for someone to get the twine from the back room, and for someone to get scissors to remove the clothes from Carmel and Rebecca, as they are moving too much to get their clothes off.

"Wow, those are some huge fucking titties," Edmond comments in shock when Carmel's shirt and bra are cut off. With the large woman topless, everyone can see just how huge her bust. They can also see how tightly bound she keeps her breasts as she was wearing a too small sports bra.

Carmel's pants and panties were cut off too, leaving the large lesbian completely naked, her firm, large ass visible to all. It takes three to lift Carmel up off the ground, not just due to her large frame but because of his constantly wiggling and squirming. But they manage to get her standing and pushed over the bar. Once there, two bend her over the bar where Cassy ties her wrists together with the twine. Showing her skill with knots and ropes, Cassy is able to tie a length of twine from Carmel's bound wrists to behind the bar, keeping her arms stretched. After she does this, she gives twine to the others to tie Carmel's ankles apart to the bottom rung of the bar where most people place their feet.

Carmel takes a while to secure, but Rebecca doesn't. She squirms as well, but being much smaller and with thinner clothes, it is easy for them to just rip her clothes off. Everything is ripped off, revealing pierced nipples that no one knew Rebecca had, as well as a tattoo right above her womanhood.

Truth be told, Lulu and the others are rough with Rebecca as they want to get her secured as possible. She is thrown onto the bar naked where Cassy ties her wrists just like Carmel. Only in their hast, Rebecca's legs get tied apart much wider than needed.

Next is Addison. She too is stripped naked and put on the bar, struggling all the while. But with the help of everyone, they get her tied down as well, through she starts to rub her crotch against the bar while screaming.

One by one, six women are stripped naked and bent over the bar in this lewdest manner any of them have ever seen. All six are bent over, their tits dangling over the other side, while their sex is on display for all to see. It makes it seem the bar is a cheap porn studio instead of the dive bar it is supposed to be.

"This is... this is..." Cassy says once they finished, feeling horrible. The bartender knows she has no choice in the matter, but that doesn't make her feel any better. She takes a look at her bar, now with six women naked and bent over the bar. Six women tied down like slaves, preparing to be raped by a madman.

"Don't worry, don't worry, Daddy's here," Edmond says as he steps forward from his hiding spot. He walks slow until he is behind Carmel who was the first infected when he spit blood in her face.

The large woman continues to squirm and move uncontrollably, but her movements are weak now. Even her moans are softer and weak, making Cassy and the others scared that she doesn't have long before her body can't take any more.

"I'll make you feel better," Edmond says, his hands grabbing and patting Carmel's large, firm bare ass.

"I'm going to give you what you always needed. A nice hard cock in that pussy. It'll set you right," Edmond croons, his hand running over Carmel's slit. He moves it up and down several times, feeling how wet his enemy's sex has become.

"But first... always wanted to do this..." Edmond says, reaching over to grab a handful of Carmel's hair. He yanks on her hair, pulling her upper body up some. He reveals he did this so he can grab handfuls of Carmel's exposed breasts.

Edmond takes one large breast in each hand and roughly grabs and gropes them, moaning as he does. He then laughs as she slaps them together, loving the utter power he has over the woman that beat him down so many times. Then he laughs as he holds them by the nipples, holding the heavy orbs in a way that has to be painful for the large lesbian.

"Would you just do it and stop fucking around?!" Cassy yells furious. She yells this as warning that she will make him regret being born if any of her friends suffer serious injury from this.

"Alright, alright. Just having some fun," Edmond apologizes and drops the large pair of tits.

The short man remains fully clothed, but he does unzip his pants. He unzips and digs into his fly where it is clear he takes out his manhood, not that anyone can see it. For a moment he strokes himself while moaning, sounding like he is preparing himself.

"Here we go. Daddy is here," Edmond says softly as he has to move to his tiptoes as he tries to position his cock with Carmel's pussy.

Everyone watches as Edmond takes a moment to find the spot. But then he slowly pushes forward, inserting his cock inside the large woman. There's no doubt he is inside her as the moment Carmel feels Edmond's cock inside of her, she moans louder than anyone has ever heard.

Lulu actually takes a step back from the sound as it is clear Carmel is orgasming. It feels like life returns to her as she orgasms just from having a dick put inside her. It is a very powerful feeling as no one has ever heard Carmel sound so feminine.

Immediately Edmond thrusts his hips, starting to fuck the large woman who continues moaning passionately. There's no bit of the combative woman that threw Edmond out of the bar now. Instead there's only loud, feminine moans from her as the virus takes over, causing her to have an intense orgasm at being fucked by her enemy. It's so intense that she tries to push her ass back with each thrust, wanting to feel him go deeper inside of her, acting as if being fucked by a man is normal.

"Here's your present," Edmond says about half a minute later of roughly fucking the large lesbian. He then grabs her by the hair again and thrusts a hard thrust which shows everyone he's orgasmed. That he's shoved his dick deep in her and unleashed himself.

When Edmond cums, Carmel's body twitches and jerks as if having a seizure. She bucks hard for a moment, moaning crazily. But then she stops and lays silent, still bent over the bar unmoving.

All the squirming, all the wiggling, all of it stops. Carmel then lays them, a smile on her face, looking in peace. Her eyes are closed but she moans softly as if still feeling pleasure.

Edmond pants as he slides his cock out of her pussy. He puts his cock back in his pants and steps back, wanting to catch his breath. When he does, many sees the tickle of cum drip from between Carmel's legs, showing that he did indeed cum inside of her.

"Here's your present for tossing me out the fucking window," Edmond then says with an upset tone as he sees Carmel's cut panties on the floor. He reaches down and grabs them, moving back towards her.

"Come on, you don't need to do that!" Cassy protests, but Edmond doesn't listen. He proceeds to stuff as much of her own panties into Carmel's mouth. Using his fingers, he tries to stuff as much as he can to humiliated the naked, fucked woman for all she did to him.

"Excuse me? I'm trying to save your friends' lives, and you are yelling at me?" Edmond growls, turning back to look at Cassy and the others. Edmond's wild eyes look at them, revealing how far gone his mind has gone. That the power of being able to fuck his enemy has sent him over the edge

"You know what? You dykes can get naked too! All of you. Or I'm not fucking anyone else!" Edmond yells, his voice crescendoing.

"It's ok. She didn't mean anything. Just calm down. Please, do what you have to do," Lulu says after a beat, trying to calm the situation while motioning to the line of tied, naked women on the bar. The women who are all starting to not look too good.

"Naked. Now!" Edmond demands, hunched over and looking deranged.

"Alright, relax," Lulu says before anyone can say anything more. Her eyes focus on Rebecca, who has started to tremble. Her body quakes, looking very much not good.

"We are doing it," Lulu says, grabbing the bottom of her top. She does this hoping the others take her lead as Rebecca doesn't have much time. With her shirt lifted, Edmond sees Lulu's bare breasts as she wasn't wearing a bra. She did this on purpose as not wearing a bra always brings better tips. As Edmond looks at her bare chest, Lulu then unbutton her shorts and slides them and her panties down, exposing her womanhood to the madman.

The others do join in removing their clothes piece by piece, even Cassy. Slowly they all become naked, proving to Edmond that he is the one in charge. On purpose Edmond doesn't move but watches until the very last woman is buck naked as he wants.

Wanting them all to know he is in charge, Edmond makes them all sit on the floor, their legs spread wide to embarrass them. He yells he wants to see everyone's pussy because right now he owns them all. To add to his attempted humiliation of the crowd, he has them sit with their hands on their heads so they can't cover up.

Now satisfied, Edmond steps behind the naked and bound Rebecca and pulls his manhood through his fly. There he holds his hard cock and places it against Rebecca's opening, finding her a much better height for him.

Being gentle, Edmond slides his cock inside Rebecca's overly wet pussy. She's become so wet that she's started to leak on the floor as her body is in heat. He pushes his cock in, finding her pussy very tight and very beautiful. So much so that he moans as he slides all the way in.

"My cock is in your girlfriend," Edmond taunts the resting Carmel.

Rebecca doesn't scream like Carmel did when she feels the cock enter her. Instead her eyes open all the way. She then stares at nothing as a flood of hormones hit her, causing her body to go still despite wiggling and quivering for the past few minutes.

Her face remains staring as Edmond starts to thrust inside of her. His hips pull back and move forward, thrusting into her pussy again and again. Unlike he did with Carmel, he goes slow and steady with Rebecca, moaning loudly at the feel of her tight pussy. He makes sure to keep his hands on her hips, loving even the softness of her skin.

The extreme danger that Rebecca seemed to be in fades as Edmond fucks her. She drifts into a peaceful orgasm that gives her a drugged look as the waves of joy move over her. Cassy especially can see the waves physically move over her as her face throbs with each peak, her eyes getting more and more unfocused the longer Edmonds uses her.

"There. Now I've cum in your girlfriend as well," Edmond tells Carmel after a hard thrust to shove his cock inside Rebecca. He unleashes his seed in Carmel's girlfriend, pumping her full as he keeps himself buried for a few more moments.

After saying this, he laughs while looking at the naked large woman. Laughs at her while dominating her girlfriend, using her pussy as he wanted from the beginning. He then slaps Carmel's ass again, knowing she can't do anything about it.

"She's cured now," Edmond calls out as if this is a job. Right after, he pulls out of Rebecca, but oddly keeps his back to the women behind him. He does this is a manner that suggests he doesn't want his cock to be seen.

Edmond moves behind Addison now, who has taken to weakly humping the bar as the virus takes hold of her. She's able to do this as she is tied down tighter than the others, where her hips are right at bar level. So she thrusts over and over in a vain attempt to give herself relief, all while crying from the frustration.

"I wonder..." Edmond says as he is about to put his cock inside Addison.

"I wonder if putting it in your ass will resolve the issue," Edmond ponders out loud.

"Don't you dare! Leave her alone!" Cassy protests, her hands still on top of her head. As she yells this, her breasts jiggle a bit, making her feel obscene.

"Shut up, she deserves it!" Edmond fires back.

"I saw her, talking with a man, flirting with a man! Then she comes here, pretending to not want a hard dick. Well, she'll learn!" Edmond growls as he recalls some memory of seeing Addison outside of the bar. A memory that Cassy doubts is even true.

Addison immediately feels Edmond's cock at her ass. She lifts her upper body up as much as she can and cries out in her weak tone. For his part, Edmond holds his cock in one hand and her hip in the other. There he pushes his wet cock against her tight hole, forcing it in Addison's ass as punishment.

"That's it, take it," Edmond croons as he feels himself entering the young woman's ass. Addison continues to squirm and wiggle, but she also starts to moan at the feeling of being penetrated. They are short and sharp moans, but moans all the same as she feels the cock moving inside her private place.

It takes him a bit, but Edmond does manage to start having sex with Addison's ass. His thrusts are small at first, but she relaxes and opens up more for him. Soon he is able to thrust much harder, causing Addison to moan with a pained moan with each thrust. There he is able to go deeper, opening her ass up for his cock.

"You know you deserved that, whore," Edmond says suddenly after pulling out of her ass. Only he says this after grabbing her hair and yanking it back so he can see her face. This causes Cassy to again yell at him, wanting him to finish and get it over with.

Edmond doesn't acknowledge Cassy but he does insert his cock inside Addison's pussy. There he thrusts only a few times before he cums, having worked himself up by punishing her ass.

The girls watching can tell Edmond very much enjoyed punishing Addison, because when he cums, it is loud and powerful. He yells out and thrusts hard, getting off on it unlike when he finished inside Carmel or Rebecca. It is the first time he looked like he enjoyed himself sexually instead of getting off on power.

"Three down. Three to go," Edmond laughs in an out of breath manner.

Any hope that the virus was bullshit is squashed as the difference between the remaining three infected and Addison, Rebecca and Carmel is staggering. The three remaining continue to squirm and groan, unable to help themselves as their bodies amp up but they get weaker. But the ones Edmond has taken already all lay peaceful and quiet, clearly at peace and not feeling anything but pleasure.

Cassy and the other girls are made to watch, sitting on their bottoms, legs spread out so he can see their pussy whenever he looks back, as well as their breasts. With their hands on top of their head they seem very helpless, except two of them grabbed their cells and managed to text the police while having to sit like this. They texted all that had happened in hopes of getting help.

Edmond does fuck the remaining three women, but he does it while looking bored. This makes it known his goal was always Carmel and Rebecca. That he didn't care who else got caught up in this as long as he got to fuck Carmel and her girlfriend. So when he does have sex with the remaining women, it makes him look like he is doing work instead of enjoying it like he did before.

It is on the last woman that the cops show up. Or at least that is who Cassy assumes it is as she sees the red and blue lights shine via the windows and holes in the wall. Edmond notices this as well but it doesn't bother him. In fact he seems like he was expecting it.

"Just let me finish with her, then I'll greet our friends. Otherwise they might charge me with murder if this whore's cunt doesn't get my seed," Edmond tells the naked group of women as the police order instructions from outside the bar.

With hatred in her eyes, Cassy understands why Edmond knew he would be caught by the cops. In his mind, the little shit will become a hero. The man that fucked a bunch of lesbians and made them want cock. His kind will love that and put him up on their shoulders, even if he ends up in jail. He'll no doubt strut about with a smile, thinking how he did what he had to do.

"There... finished. Wow. That took some work," Edmond yells out after thrusting one final time into the last tied down woman. With his manhood buried in her pussy, he cums, again, pumping his seeds inside of her womb. Like the others, the Dallas office worker goes quiet and still, feeling the effects of his cock.

After pulling out, he puts cock back in his pants. Right as he does, the door bursts open and a stream of cops rush in. They rush in, guns drawn and ready for anything.

"HOLY SHIT," one of the cops yell at the sight of the naked women bound to the bar. They then turn to see the sight of the fully dressed Edmond, and the rest of the women, naked and exposed, clearly prisoners.

Laughing even harder than before, Edmond kneels and then lays on the floor. He puts his hands out, not waiting for the police to order him to do so. His laughter rings out even after they swarm him to put the cuffs on. Only when they have Edmond secure do the women start to cover themselves with their arms.

Cassy does manage to spit on Edmond as he is taken out, her eyes staring daggers at him, not that he notices. He is dragged out, laughing and yelling, "I win!"

While Cassy and the others get dressed, Carmel and the others are untied. EMS then shows up to check on them, where their vitals look fine but they still take them to the hospital. Each woman, when touched, would moan as if still having sex. It made it very cringe for Cassy to hear them leave as it sounded as what she thinks an orgy would sound like as all the woman moans as they were guided out of the bar.

For the next couple of hours, each woman told their version of what happened to various cops. Each version was basically the same, with some giving more details than others, and some unable to recall as they simply couldn't believe it.

Past midnight, an FBI agent arrived at the bar. As most of the Dallas office workers were allowed to leave, the agent spoke only with Cassy. The agent revealed that they had been watching Edmond for a while and knew what he was up to, but all signs pointed that he was going to attempt something bigger than this. They tracked his search history to researching WNBA games so they had prepared for that, ready to arrest him the moment he tried to get anywhere close to a game. But the agent realized now that this must have been a test to make sure his biological weapon worked.

The best news that the agent told Cassy is that her friends would be ok. That they had already raided Edmond's lab after what he did, and found his notes. The virus was indeed based off his bodily fluids so his semen did cured her friends, as strange as that sounds.

"I know you went through a nightmare, but it is good it is contained. No one else will be hurt by this," the FBI agent tells Cassie as they walked out of the bar.

"We got all the drinks that the infected touched, as well as cleaned up any blood he left behind. Now we can study the virus and get a better antidote if any new cases appear," the FBI agent said, motioning to a few agents walking past with shot glasses in secure containers. To this Cassie nods but finds she still can't say anything.

"I'll be in touch. And I'll make sure you get reports on your friends. But they are safe now," the agent tells Cassy, trying to make her understand her friends are safe. Cassy nods at this, but rather hear about what punishment they will do to Edmond. What they will shove up his ass to get justice.

Right as Cassie enters the bar to turn off the sign as everyone has left, a horrid thought hits her. It makes her rush into the bar and look around. She looks at the top of the bar for what she is searching for, but it's not there. Since they had to tie everyone to the bar, she then looks all over the ground, then behind the bar. She even looks in the trash, trying to find what she is looking for.

"Where's Carmel's beer?!" Cassie cries out. It occurred to her that she didn't see it with the evidence that the FBI people took. They only took shot glasses, and cocktail glasses. Not a single beer. So where it the beer that Addison had last?

"I am going to need YEARS of therapy to get over tonight," Michelle tells her friend as they speed away from Lipsticks once they were given the go-ahead by the FBI.

"No joke," Jessica replies as she is the one driving. Her arms are stiff on the wheel while her eyes are wide open from the trauma.

In the corner of her eye Jessica sees Michelle drink from a beer bottle. That she must have had it this entire time and is only now drinking from it as there are no cops to see.

"What's that?" Jessica asks, seeing the Bud Lite beer bottle.

"Oh, I took a beer from that craphole. They were giving them away, so it's not stealing. After what happened, I need a drink. We can spilt it if you want," Michelle replies, taking a sip from the open bottle.

Michelle hands it to Jessica who takes a sip, neither knowing it was the beer that both Carmel and Rebecca drank from, as did Addison. Jessica grabbed it off the bar, figuring it was a new beer someone was meant to grabbed but didn't when the maniac came in. It felt full so Jessica didn't think twice about taking it and walking out before anyone could see.

"Joanie and Sarah are going to meet us at the apartment," Michelle tells Jessica after texting back, informing her that their girlfriends will be waiting at their apartment with a hug and kiss after all they have been through. Then another text comes in.

"They are bringing Charlie and Lois too. And a few others. They don't want us to be alone tonight," Michelle says after reading the next text, taking another sip from the beer.