Otto and I were in my room, writing a report concerning the Russian Imperial Guard regiment in Verona.Otto had made friends with a brace of young lieu...enants, and accompanied them on their drinking and fornicating escapades, of which there were many. During these evenings he would surreptitiously question the officers on the efficiency and effectiveness of their superior officers, and their men. The answers Otto garnered were not flattering to either, which Horse Guards would be pleased to. His fingertips found each and every curve of her body. She arched her back when her nipple was sucked into his mouth; his tongue doing little circles as he gently suckled her. His knee slid between hers and pushed her legs wide, finding no resistance. Sliding over her, he nestled his cock between her legs. Her panties were soaked through. He pushed a few wet strands of hair from her face, happy to stare down at her. Tracing her eyebrows with a fingertip and kissing her softly on the cheek. His. No one could tell where it began or who the first carrier was. And with most of society in chaos, it was doubtful that they would ever find out.As it is, much of the population is infected. It is transmitted through sexual contact, and at first the symptoms appear to be similar to a mild aphrodisiac. Upon infection, the subject feels heightened arousal and a higher capacity for performance. However, the condition does not get appear to become progressively worse until the infected subject. Then it was my turn."D glanced at his partner. "Same old story, right C?"C nodded. "Same story." He turned back to Carmen. "And then you started getting a little creative, right?" Carmen blushed again. "Well, yeah," she answered, staring down."And since you were the last one changed before the unit quit working, you were stuck, right?" D asked with certainty.Carmen glanced at him, then she started crying. "Yes," she sobbed. "I'm stuck like this. In this body." She cried for several.