Tales From Venus Town

TALES FROM VENUS TOWN

By Dorothy Strangelove

part one: THE DYING BREED

Venus Town had seen a rebirth in the last ten years. Not on the scale that mankind had seen a rebirth in the last hundred years, but it had brought changes that might as well have been on a grand scale like the revolution and then the third world war all over again for the changes it had made to the poulation. Change was sometimes a good thing,  especially where once there had been chaos and hardship. Now the town was seeing a new era, booming business, new housing and once where the ghettos stood, now there were sleek shopping malls and clean bright walkways, only the north end of the town remained as a reminder of the past, it was the place where the more affluent dared not set foot, especially after dark.

"That's the real Venus Town." Sara said.

And her sister just looked at her as if she pitied her for that statement. It was easy for Sara to make romantic assumptions, she still lived here, just outside of town, on the edge of the last of the green pastures where their parents had raised a farm and three daughters. Now the farm had been in Sara's ownership for five years since their death and was rapidly becoming a financial burden. Sara sat looking out of the window like all the financial problems in the world wouldnt touch this place. Even though selling it would make them all considerably wealthier.

"It's a slum and you have no idea how ashamed I am that our sister lives there.."

Coral smiled and her green eyes lit up.

"But if you sold the farm, I could pay off my apartment, you could get a new place to live and we could get Anna out of that place."

In that moment as Sara looked at her, she reminded her of her mother with her blue eyes and the soft blonde hair that framed her face. It was also the I-don't think-so tone of her voice that did it.

"Anna lives there because she has her own lifestyle. And her own choices  - and the last time I spoke to her, she was quite happy there. We don't all want top floor apartments in the heart of the business zone, Coral. And you don't have to worry about the debts with this place because I'm arranging something that should cover all that. I just have to shut the farm up for a while. I'm going away, I've taken a job over in the valley. It pays well and I think it will more than solve the problems here."

Coral folded her arms and stared at her.

"For most of the twenty three years you have been on this earth you have put all your time into this place. What kind of job would make you abandon it?"

Sara took a deep breath.

Coral liked money. She loved it, slaved for it, in the last four years she had never seen her out of one of her short, tight business suits and killer heels. As she ran through the facts in her mind, she knew before she explained that she would be horrified. She already called Anna a whore because she lived in the north end and ran a dingy bar.

"I've been speaking with a friend for quite some time now..his name is Byron. He has a big house on the mountainside overlooking the wastelands. He needs a companion and he's willing to pay a lot of money for my help. He's just a friend - "

Coral had heard enough.

"You've been communicating with a man you barely know and he wants to pay you to be his...his slut?"

Sara stopped her right there, even though she knew explaining would worsen her reaction. Coral had always had the opinion that she was better than everyone else, had always been too quick to judge others. It stopped right here and now.

"No, Coral. I couldn't be his slut if I wanted to, he's very ill. He wants a companion to help him and keep him company. That's all. And I'm going whatever you say, I don't care. He was a resistance agent  ten years ago - he fought for the revolution. He's a hero, he helped to bring down the dictatorship. He was one of the agents who stormed the Central Quadrant.." Sara paused. The next thing she said would probably make Coral throw a fit...but she told her anyway.

"He was exposed to White Gas."

For a moment, Coral fell silent. White gas had been a biological weapon that killed more than eighty percent of it's victims. Those who survived suffered terrible recurring pain, as old scars that never really healed opened up again and again. All survivors of White Gas were infectious.  The disease was spread by skin-to-skin contact.  The only anti virus medication that existed was powerful enough to block the disease short term, and so potent that it effectively poisoned the user at the same time to such an extent  the patient's life span was shortened with each dose.White gas poisoning was a slow and painful death and the only cure was one that killed. White gas syndrome was the modern-day leprosy.

Coral looked long and hard at her sister.

"If you touch him, you're fucked."

"No, I can wear gloves and there's a liquid plastic that works too its a hundred percent effective...and his main living area is sectioned off, there's a glass screen - "

Coral swallowed down her disgust.

"I thought Anna was sick living in that shitty bar and fucking lowlifes, scum and.." She shivered, "cyborgs! But you're far sicker, Sara.  I want nothing to do with this. I'm leaving."

Sara made no attempt to stop her. She had expected this reaction. It had been a different story with her younger sister. Anna had laughed and said:"Is he rich?" And when she had explained about his disease she had said, "Oh well, at least you won't have to sleep with him..unless he's horny. Then you'll wish you could."

Left alone, Sara resigned herself to the fact this was not a situation many people would welcome. But it was her choice and over the last few months she had found Byron to be a warm and friendly man, who welcomed her friendship after what he had admitted to be a long time of lonliness. He had told her of his memories of the war, talked of his experiences at length but had never once showed any hint of bitterness at his situation. He had told her quite honestly that he thought the price he paid was fair enough because he had been fighting for something he believed in - freedom and a better world. And the more she thought about him, the more a warm feeling spread inside her. In all their communications he had never showed his face, saying he didnt feel his looks were important, but she had heard his voice and he sounded warm and sincere. And the more she thought about him, the more she looked forward to meeting him.

Next morning, when she arrived at his house, Sara waited until the friend who had drove her there was far out of sight before she made an attempt to press the buzzer. She stood there, looking up at the tall, high-windowed house that stood elegantly against the mountainside. The view beyond was a combination of bare land and rambling undergrowth, through the centre of this ran a long, wide road that connected this wasteland to the next town. In days gone by this had been green landscape, now long since soiled by war and revolution. It would be at least another century before life came back properly to this piece of earth.  But up here there was a little more green. Hedges, shrubs, trees. Even bird song. It was peaceful here. And she felt comfortable to be here.

Sara pressed the buzzer.

The door unlocked with a soft click and swung open.

"Come in."He said, "I'll be with you in a minute.."

Sara stepped inside and the door shut behind her gently.

The house was clean and bright with smooth magnolia walls and sheer nets diffused the light that filtered through the windows. It was a beautiful place, and she wouldn't have noticed anything was different abou it had it not been for the solid glass screen that was in place in the open doorway. Beside it on the wall was a panel with two buttons, OPEN and CLOSE.

"Every door in the house has one."Byron said, "Just so theres no chance of me bumping into you. And I have a screen completely down the middle of the livingroom and theres one in my bedroom as well. Nice to meet you by the way.."And he smiled, adding:"I would like to give you a hug but we both know I can't do that."

And as she looked at him, Sara realised Anna had been right: She did wish she could touch him. He was a handsome man, with grey eyes that sparkled when he smiled. He didn't look ill.  He was firm and toned and his skin was lightly tanned.

"You look really well."

As Byron looked back at her though the glass he noticed the way her sheer dress seemed to show the curves of her body so vividly, and as he felt the start of an erection he pushed those thoughts aside. The part of him that ached for physical contact longed to spead her legs, be warm betwen her thighs as he buried his tongue in her cunt. But he knew it wouldn't happen, it couldn't happen.He had lived with this illness long enough to accept the truth.

"And you're looking beautiful."He said honestly.  He quickly changed the subject.

"I'm a lot different on a bad day. I don't expect you to stay if you find its too much to cope with or you dont like living with all the barriers..if you want us to talk w dont have to be in the same room there are monitirs and cameras all over the house - but you can turn them off when you want to, I don't expect you to give up all privacy. "

He pressed a button on his side of the screen and it slid back.

"Shall I show you around?"

She nodded, as he stepped out on to her side of the screen she moved back a little, wishing even more that she could touch him. She hadn't expected him to be so attractive. She hadn't  expected to feel the way she did on meeting him at last. If it wasn't for the virus she was sure she would have embraced him by now, be kissing him as his hands wandered over her body. The more her gaze lingered on him the harder it was to hide how she felt.

Byron smiled back at her and secretly wished he was fucking her right now. He had felt a spark between them and as he looked into her eyes he was sure she felt the same.

"Shall we start upstairs?"

"Good idea."

As she followed him up the staircase she smiled, thinking how eager that response had sounded.  Sara had extensively researched his condition and she knew sex between them was possible, but she got the feeling Byron had resigned himself to thinking that kind of relationship was impossible.

"This is your room."He said, showing her a large, airy room with a soft carpet and mirrored wardrobes.

"Theres a camera by the dressing table if you want to reach me."He told her, "And the door through there is your bathroom - the main bathroom's next door."

Then he took her to the door at the end of the hall. He paused, Sara was about to find out some details he hadn't told her before and he hoped she wasn't uncomfortable about it.

"This is my room."He said, "There's a glass screen that runs across the middle of the room it sections off my bed and another room ..I would have told you before but I thought it was best if I explained in person.."

He opened the door and went inside.

Sara followed him. A solid glass screen ran across the room with a closed entrance. The far wall was metallic, as he opened the glass door and she stepped through she realised the second room he had referred to was a metal chamber, windowless and sealed shut. The light filtered into the bedroom via  patio doors that opened out onto a balcony, just before the doorway was the entrance to the chamber.

"The glass screen is there to make it easier to shut me off when I'm ill."He told her, and the chamber is my treatment room - Until recently I was having treatment in hospital but I decided I preferred to be treated at home, I've had nursing staff in before but I'm hoping you can help me cope without that. I don't expect you to do everything for me, I've kept my independance and I want to hold on to it - "

"It's okay, I understand. I want to help you. This isn't just a job to me, Byron."

If he could have reached out and hugged her, he would have.

He was still thinking how he wished he could touch her as he swore under his breath and keyed in the wrong sequence a second time. He tried a third time and the door unlocked.

"I hope this doesn't scare you."He said, "It's not exactly a welcoming place."

It was cold in there, with stark white lighting and a metal table and the kind of medical equipment  that reminded her  of an operating theatre. He indicated to a cabinet on the wall.

"I keep my anti virus pills in here. As you know I can't take them very often, I try and get through most episodes without using them but I've been told I can't use them forever because they're poisoning me, as you know."

He said it so calmly, years of living with this had brought with it a quiet acceptance that he could not change his situation. Sara was sure it would do him no good to let him know how emotional she was feeling inside.

"Byron, how often do you need to be in here?"

"A bit more than I used to."He admitted, "I've been told I can't take the anti virus for much longer in the form that I take it, but I think I'll last a bit longer yet."

He had said it as casually as if he was talking about the weather but he wasn't used to lying, especially not to someone he cared about and he did care for her, but to tell her he had been given at the most two years to live more than eighteen months ago would ruin everything. He still had plans. He knew how he felt about Sara, he had known for a long time. And if he could have some time with her, he would  enjoy it, even if he couldn't touch her..

"Let me show you something."He said.

He got on the metal table and laid down.

Sara was staring at him.

He laughed.

"Watch this.. it's very clever - or very kinky, depends on your point of view!"

As he pressed a switch on the underside of the table, a screen above him flickered to life and a seductive female voice said: "Please state your lockdown code."

"Ok sexy,"He replied, "Doctor Byron Meadows  zero one zero six."

Metal restraints sprang up from the bed and fastened his arms and legs to the table. The metal bands clamped around his ankles, knees and thighs and strapped his arms down in the same way.

"Now I'm totally immobilised, that's for times when the pains too bad and I need treatment, it helps the person treating me because Im not moving about, it's safer because it prevents me from accidentally exposing them to the virus."

"I'm impressed."Sara said. She stood beside the table and looked down at him.

"So, Doctor Meadows..what kind of doctor are you?"

"A scientist. Well, I was before the revolution..chemistry. I helped to formulate some of our weaponry, I also planted bombs, after the war I was given two medals..not that it means that much to me I'd rather have my health back..I invented this device, by the way.."

He was rambling on trying to ignore the fact that she was beside him, leaning over him and he had a wonderful view of her cleavage.

As their eyes met Sara smiled.

"I want you."She told him honestly, "Do you want me, because we can..there are ways we can be close."

As he looked up at her his heart missed a beat. This was something he hadn't imagined possible.

"Of course I want you! I know theres a lot of ways but you have to understand it won't be what you call normal.."

"I know."She told him, "I also know that I can touch things you've touched and it's safe. And I know I can touch you through your clothes and that's safe, too.."

Byron drew in a shaky breath as she placed her hands on his thighs and slid them slowly upwards. Even through the material of his trousers her touch felt like bliss and the instant erection he had been trying so hard to control was hard and throbbing, so much so that he was glad of the restraints, had he not been on the table it would have taken all his willpower not to get his cock out and beg her to make him come.

"Don't stop."He whispered, "Kiss me down there.."

"I'll kiss it till you come."Sara promised him.

She kept her hands on his thighs, lowered her head betweeen his open legs and  began to kiss his balls, working upwards, as he felt the pressure from her mouth along the shaft of his cock he shivered and gasped, every kiss moving him closer to orgasm. Sara's mouth was down there, her lips kissing his cock through his clothes. The last thing he thought was, I'll come all over myself in a minute.. and that was enough to make it happen.  His body tensed and he shuddered, he was lying breathless and still tensing against the restraints as his cock throbbed.

"I liked that."Sara said.

Looking down at him she wished so much that she could have kissed him, held him, but as he said, they couldn't do that.

Byron was still getting his breath back.

"I never thought I'd get an orgasm strapped into Sexy!"

"It's called Sexy?"

"Well I gave the computer a sexy voice. Bit of humour on my part..I never thought this would happen. Thank you..I'd kiss you if I could, Sara.."

A sudden thought struck him and he laughed.

"I haven't even showed you the rest of the house and I've got to go and change my pants.."

She was laughing with him. It had taken more courage than he knew for her to make the first move but she was glad she did, she had felt sure all he needed was a little encouragement and this had proved her right.

He addressed the screen above him again.

"Unlock. Doctor Byron Meadows zero one zero six."

The restraints slid back and released him. He was a little unsteady as he stood up and clung to the table for a moment, this was the first time she noticed he looked a little tired. Having that first orgasm had exhausted him.

"I need to clean myself up,"He told her, "You make yourself at home and I'll see you in a little while."

Byron left her to look at the rest of the house, when she had gone he closed the bedroom door and laid down on the bed. The thought that Sara had just made him come was like all his dreams coming true. But he was tired, a reminder of the reality of his situation. Byron closed his eyes and drifted into an easy sleep, dreaming of a life where he could lie beside her, his skin next to her's as he made love the way he could only dream of.

It was dusk when Sara switched on the monitor and saw into his bedroom. Byron was laying on his bed, sleeping deeply. She zoomed in and looked closely at his face. He looked so peaceful, so comfortable. She wished she could go and join him, lay on that bed beside him and hold him. The need to do that was already becoming an ache.

And she thought, wait till Anna hears about his, I've been here five minutes and I'm falling in love with him...She knew what she would say: Go for it. Love was something to be cherished no matter where or how it was found. But Coral would just shake her head and tell her this was a situation heading for disaster. Not  that she ever listened to her, they were miles apart on their outlook on life.

As she looked at the screen she realised she would have to accept barriers if what they shared was to grow deeper, Byron had no choice but live in this isolated existance, and if she wanted to become close to him, she would have to share this.

"Goodnight."She whispered.

And the image remained the same, Byron sleeping on his bed, behind the glass screen.

Byron woke in the morning to the sound of Sara softly calling his name. As he opened his eyes he realised she was on the monitor, calling to him from her bedroom.

"Watch me."She told him, and as she stepped back he got a clearer view and the sight of her naked body was enough to wake him up properly. She walked to the shower and switched it on, stepped inside and started to soap her body. Through the open doorway she smiled at him again.

"Like this, Byron?"

He zoomed in. Her hands were slipping all over her tits, pale foam against her clear skin, her nipples red as cherries. His cock was aching as he pictured sucking on them hard, biting at her nipple as he sucked soft warm breast into his mouth.

"Touch your cunt.."

He was stroking his cock, running his hand up and down the length of it, harder and faster as he closed he camera in on her fingers sliding into her smooth bare cunt, opening the pink slit and sliding her finger over her clitoris as the water  ran down her body.

"I want to lick that, Sara."

"I want your mouth down here."She told him, as she slid her finger upwards he saw the inner flesh all warm and deep pink, her clitoris like a gleaming ruby bursting out of the folds.

As he shot his load and the semen ran warm over his hand, Byron felt relief for the briefest time; as soon as the flush of pleasure began to ebb away another sensation replaced it and he could hardly bear to feel it - there was little pleasure in her making him come and then sinking back onto his bed alone. The way their friendship was working out was more than he had dared to hope for and now he wanted more.

Sara was out of the shower and drying herself when he came back to the screen.

"Sara I'm going downstairs now I'll be outside on the patio but can you give it a couple of hours before you come out to me..I'm a bit busy with something..I'll explain later, ok?"

She nodded.

"Fine."

Byron smiled.

"See you soon then."He said, and turned off the monitor.

Sara had been toying with an idea and now she knew he would be out of the way for a while it gave her the perfect opportunity to carry out her plan. She giggled as she thought of the fun they would have..ever since she had started reading up on safe methods of contact she had thought how sexy that liquid plastic sounded...

She used the monitor to watch him go downstairs. She gave it an hour, killing time by reading the instructions on the silver spray can she had brought with her. It seemed easy enough, spray onto the skin and it set like a soft, moveable film... She went into Byron's room and opened the glass door. It took several attempts at the unlock code to get inside the metal chamber. She took off her bathrobe and went over to the monitor, switched it on and struggled for some time to find the link to the garden. Byron was repairing some wiring to a broken camera in the garden, his back was turned away and he had no idea she was in the chamber.

She climbed up on the cold metal table and laid back. Then she drew up her knees and opened her legs. She gently squeezed down on the nozzle and a cold spray of liquid hit her cunt. She sprayed some more, covering her slit all the way up to her arse, then sprayed more over her thighs.

It set instantly, felt like warm latex, clinging to her skin, to all the innner folds, the juice that ran from her cunt ran down inside and stayed warm and wet, as she swelled a little at the thought of him licking her the sensation of the covering was so erotic she thought about making herself come, but instead she just lie there and waited a little longer, then she laid down, her arms at her sides and her legs open wide enough for the bonds to hold her but allowing enough room for Byron to lick her cunt.

"Lockdown."She said, "Doctor Byron Meadows zero one zero six."

The metal restraints slid up and coiled firmly around her limbs.

"Voice pattern unidentified."The sexy voice purred, "Security protocol activated...lockdown confirmed, hatch sealed.."

She turned her face to the monitor. Byron was still replacing the camera.

"BYRON!"She yelled.

"...monitor off."Concluded the computer, and her only link to Byron turned itself off.

Then the lights went out, and as she struggled in vain against the metal restraints, she yelled his name again and her voice echoed around the metal chamber.

Down in the garden, Byron vaguely heard Sara yell his name.

He noticed the linking monitor was off. He went through the channels, called her name. Getting no reply, he went back to the blank screen. Camera 12 was off.

He went upstairs and as soon as he reached the chamber he called her name.

"Sara?"

"Byron help me.."

Her voice was muffled.

He laughed softly.

"What have you been up to?"

And he keyed in the opening sequence.

The door slid open.

"Security override Doctor Byron Meadows zero one zero six."He said.

The lights came on, the restraints slid off her and the monitor came back to life.

And Sara was naked on the table, her swollen cunt covered with a protective coating. She blinked back tears and started to feel more than a little silly now.

"I was going to surprise you - Get you in here with me strapped down so you could make me come like you want to.."

The irony of the situation made him smile.

"Sara,"He said, "I had a surprise for you...I took a low dose of the anti virus this morning. It's working now. For the next forty eight hours I'm not infectious. We can kiss and touch and do what we like..with no barriers."

Sara laughed and all the fear she had felt being trapped in the dark vanished.

"Take this stuff off me."

The plastic was clinging tightly to her skin, all the way into the folds of her cunt.

"How did you put this on?"

"I just sprayed it on to my skin. Is there any other way?"She asked him.

"You didn't put oil on your skin first?"

Sara shook her head.

Byron wanted to laugh at her stupid mistake but he guessed she was about to sorely regret it.

"I'll have to tear it off you, this is really going to hurt.."

He leaned over her and slid his hand between her legs.

"If I play with you a bit it might not hurt so much..you are wet, I can feel it down here, it's warm."

No matter how much she had longed for Byron to touch her, all she felt now as he caressed her, rubbing his fingers up and down her slit, was a fear that made her go tense as she waited for him to tear off the plastic that hugged her body.

He was gently rubbing her clit now and she closed her eyes and tried to concentrate on the sensation. The fear of pain was mixed with the pleasure of his touch and as she felt more cum juice warming her slit beneath the plastic she hoped it would be enough to stop her getting hurt too badly when he took it off.

He began to pull at the edge of the plastic. As it lifted, the skin on her pubic mound lifted with it, she screamed and screamed. He let go. This just wasn't working.

He decided there was something decidedly arousing about what was about to happen to her cunt, after the plastic was removed she would be red and swollen and every touch would be intensely enhanced.. 

He had forty eight hours before the pills wore off, two days to fulfil all his fantasies and as much as he liked her and had feelings for her that he hadn't expected to have, there was no way he could take that stuff off her cunt like this, it would just be too much for her. And she certainly wouldn't feel like sex afterwards..

"I can take it off you but you have to trust me."He told her, "Do you trust me?"

"Yes, of course I do.."

She wondered if that had been the wisest reply, as Byron started to load a syringe.

"I'm going to put you to sleep for half an hour and take it off you slowly, you might be a bit sore when you wake up but you'll be fine. This is a very mild sedative it lasts for a very short time, I give it to myself sometimes when I'm ill and I can't sleep. There's no side effects, you won't even have a headache."

And before she could reply, he wiped her arm with alcohol and slid the needle in.

"Byron be careful.."She said, and the brightly lit room faded into blackness.

He took hold of the plastic and cautiously lifted it. As her skin raised with it, he glanced at her face. She was out cold.

He started to tear it away, as it came off it left the skin beneath red and inflamed. He peeled it all the way to the top of her slit. It was a good thing Sara shaved her cunt because if she hadn't, this would have given her the smoothest waxing of her life...He tore the plastic away from her cunt lips. Now it was just a single strip that ran down the inner folds of her cunt and all the way to her arse. He cautiously pulled on the plastic. The delicate skin that barely covered her clitoris was drawn so taut he wondered if she would tear. He took it slowly downwards, only to find her clitoris was bonded firmly to the covering, beneath this the inner folds of her cunt were lubricated with her own juices and it wasn;t stuck so badly. He opened her legs wider and realised the plastic was also stuck firmly to the crack of her arse.

He would have to rip it off.  He had no choice, there was no other way to remove it.

Byron took hold of the plastic and tore it downwards. Her body jerked as it came away in his hand.

Looking between her legs, he could see she was vividly sore, her mound was bright pink and her slit was glowing and swollen. Her enlarged clitoris was gleaming and the cum juice that had been building up beneath the film of plastic now ran in a shiny trickle down to her red swollen arse.

She was still unconscious. And it had been a long, long time since he had been alone with a beautiful woman with her legs open so invitingly...his cock was aching. He wanted her, but he would'nt fuck her while she was out cold, that just didn't seem fair..but he saw no reason not to have a good feel of her cunt, just to make sure she was okay..

He opened the lips of her cunt and spread them wide, they were wet and swollen and the inner folds were so red and gleaming it made his mouth water. He leaned closer and licked her deeply and firmly, feeling the raw swollen heat against his face, tasting her in his mouth made him want to come right now, but he resisted the urge to get his cock out.

Instead, he slid two fingers into her vagina, pushed them in deeply and felt the hot flesh wrap around his fingers as if drawing him in deeper. His cock was going to like it in there.. drawing his fingers out, he paused to inhale the musky scent before licking the fluid off. Then he slid them in again, coated them in her juices, withdrew them and buried them deep in her arse.  The ring of muscle was rigid and he guessed she had never  been fucked there. He spread his fingers apart and felt the muscle begin to lose its tension. He turned his fingers around a few times and withdrew them, as the hole shrank back again it did'nt quite close and he hoped his cock would slide in easily. Then he lifted her into his arms and carried her through to his bedroom.

Sara awoke in his soft bed, Byron was naked beside her and as she opened her eyes he kissed her softly.

"I got it all off but you might be a bit sore.."

Sara slid her hand between her legs. As she touched her slit she tensed briefly, then ran her fingers downwards. It was swollen, hot and tender. And so very sensitive.

"I don't think I've ever been so wet.."

"Really?"Whispered Byron, and he took her in his arms and buried his cock deep inside her cunt.

He fucked her hard, out of need, desire and a longing to make up for so much lost time. Everytime he slammed into her she cried out as he hit her painful clitoris, each time it happened she felt the desire to come growing stronger.

He was breathless and his cock was throbbing as he drew it out of her body. She dug her nails in his arms and begged him not to stop.

"I'm not stopping - I'm coming somewhere else."He replied, and rammed his cock into her arse.

She felt a pain that burned the ring of muscle as he entered her, then it just seemed to open up and he was sliding in and out of her easily, as he did so she reached down and stroked away the ache in her clitoris. She was gasping, on the brink of orgasm as he shoved it in deeper,  he felt her come and she cried out as her muscles went crazy in a throbbing spasm that gripped his cock, he shot his load and for a moment he was lost in the shockwave of bliss that fired through his body, it had been so long since he had felt this good, in fact he was sure there had never been a time when it had been as good as this. As he drew out of her and collapsed into her arms he didn't care that many years ago his first thought after this kind of sex would have been to go and clean up; right now all that mattered was that he had just had one hell of an orgasm and for the first time in many years, he had another human being to hold on to as he came back to earth.

The soreness all over her cunt faded to a bruised tenderness within a few hours. They spent the rest of the day in bed, although he was tired Byron was determined to make up for lost time.  They talked, Byron told her he had a new proposition for her - to be his lover. And he promised tomorrow he would add her voice to the security system in the chamber, just in case she ever needed to gain access for him. He did feel a little guilty as he talked as if this illness was something he had more or less conquered - he knew in less than three months, he would probably be dead. And yes, Sara would be heartbroken, but at least he had the chance to hold on to a tiny piece of happiness, even if it had come right at the end of his life.  After years of isolation and lonliness he wanted to hold onto this chance with both hands for as long as he possibly could. They spent the next day in total togetherness, as he wished it could last forever, the feel of her skin sliding against his, the brush of her lips on his body as she kissed him. All this would end too soon.

By evening on the second day  he knew time was running out and as Sara prepared dinner, he took her by the hand, led her into the middle of the kitchen and told her to get  on her knees.

"Suck it really good because I can't do this again for a while."He told her.

Sara kissed his erect cock and slid it into her mouth, closing her eyes as she lost herself in the scent of his cock, the taste of it in her mouth as she licked and sucked it, wishing she could taste him there forever. She moved harder, faster, sucking all the time as she worked on him. He lost control and spurted hard as she let the cum fill her mouth, tasting all the salty flavour before swallowing.

As she got up he wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly.

"The last two days have been really wonderful. Thank you so much. I love you."

As he looked at her she saw tears in his eyes.

"It will be alright." She promised him, "We can still be together - it will just be in a different way."

"But we'll probably be giving the plastic a miss."He joked, and held her tighter.

He kissed her one last time and as he let her go he hurt more than he cared to show.

"The pills are going to start wearing off soon, by tomorrow they will be right out of my system you can't sleep with me tonight, Sara, I'll be infectious by morning, I can't take that chance."

Sara nodded, she had expected this moment to come.

They spent the rest of the evening together, yet apart, with no touching. And when she went to bed alone, she missed him painfully.

Byron went to bed early that night, fell asleep exhausted and didn't wake for several hours. 

When he did wake it was pitch black night and he thought he heard the sound of dragging. He dismissed it and closed his eyes, vaguely hearing the sound again before he drifted back to sleep.

In the morning he woke to a tapping sound.

At first he ignored it, only caring that he had just spent two wonderful days and now he was alone and paying the price, feeling tired, drained and starting to get the aches and pains that told him his illness was about to flare up with a vengeance.

Then he heard the tapping again.

And as he sat up, all the pain in the world couldn't have stolen his happiness: there was Sara. She was sitting on her bed, which she had dragged into his room and placed right up against the screen, right beside his own bed.

She smiled at him.

"I sleep here now, right beside you."She told him, and added: "I love you too."

And as they moved closer to each other, their eyes met and then their lips touched either side of the glass, no matter the screen was between them, it was a kiss that came from the heart.

In the days that followed, Sara became used to the isolated yet intimate existance they shared.  They made up for the lack of touching with conversation, when Byron felt well enough he put on gloves so they could walk hand-in-hand over the mountainside and took a look around the recovering wasteland, where Byron told her the wildlife was starting to return, and he said he hoped the coming summer might see bees or even butterflies,  even though butterflies had not returned here for a century, he seemed determined that they would, and Sara knew when he wanted something he was set on achieving it. She hadn't asked him how long he had left  and she was too afraid to find out they may only have a few years together, but something told her he may never get to see the butterflies.

It was warm that morning as they walked down the mountainside, Sara was wearing a sheer dress with no underwear because Byron had told her he had a surprise for her and she needed to be ready for it....as usual he was feeling the cold and was wrapped up like it was winter, as he was wearing the gloves as well she could only imagine what he had in mind. They came to a grassy clearing and he told her to sit down.

As she spread her legs she looked at him doubtfully.

"If you think you're going to put your hand up me with those gloves on you can think again.."

He got on his knees in front of her.

"Close your eyes."

A shiver of excitement ran down her body, juice began to flow from her cunt just at the thought of Byron giving her pleasure. As he pushed something inside her and she felt the vibrations , she gave a gasp and thrust her hips towards him, desperate to take it all. He pushed it all the way in, as the hard shell of the vibrator hit her cervix she begged him to do it harder.

"I know you want me to fuck you,"He said, "So this is the next best thing.." And he worked the vibrator in and out of her, harder and harder, feeling his cock swelling as the sex toy slid in and out of her hole as if a whole tube of lubricant had been shot up there.

"Harder.."She begged him, as she rubbed her clitoris.

He obliged, only stopping from using brute force in case he bruised her inside. He kept fucking her, the vibrator slipping in and out of her wetness, untill she cried out and  her cunt throbbed, squeezing the vibrator in such a way it was as if her hole wanted to swallow it up. She was still throbbing as he removed it, and for a moment she lie there on the grass, motionless except for her ragged breath and the throbbing in her gleaming cunt.

Byron licked the juice from the vibrator, then put it back in his coat pocket, comforted by the fact that it would still smell and taste of coming pussy when he got home and masturbated while he sucked it clean.

She took his hand and they walked back up the mountainside towards the house.

He had felt strange earlier on but had been determined to have this experience today no matter what, he knew each day could be his last and he was determined to get as much out of the time he still had as possible, but as the weakness seemed to engulf him and he stumbled and threw out his hand against the mountainside to steady himself, he felt the prickling heat begin to weave through his body and the pain and the fear of what was to come made his head spin. He was breaking out in a sweat. Suddenly his house at the end of the winding pathway seemed miles away.

Sara was holding onto his arm.

"It's alright, I'll get you home."

But even with her help, as the house grew closer he felt a sense of dread, along with  old wounds slowly opening up in his flesh beneath his clothes: This time, the virus was back like it had never been stronger.

Once they got back to the house, Byron struggled up the stairs, headed for the bedroom and keyed in the opening sequence for the metal chamber. As Sara followed behind him, he looked at her sharply and said : "Don't touch me.."

He tore his clothes off quickly and stuffed them into a hatch in the wall and pressed a button.

"What are you doing?"She asked him.

"Incinerator - I can't take chances, I'm bleeding the virus out now.."

And he turned around, as he did so Sara could only stare in horror as her lover's skin began to bubble, tracing little red paths that snaked all over his body like a spider web. As it covered his face, he turned away, lying on the table and ordering the machine to strap him down.

""Give me a shot of sedative, then turn the temperature right up in here and get out."He told her, "You can't do anything else for me, not now..I just have to hope it goes dormant again."

And he shivered, as the pain surged through his body, the four walls of the chamber seemed to close in and as Sara injected the sedative he focussed on her face and whispered: "I won't die in this room.."

Many miles away Anna was taking advantage of the quiet time between the drunks and the fighting and the afternoon drinkers to sit on the other side of the bar and down a large scotch. It was a new bottle, one she had been saving for the quieter hours, and as she poured the amber liquid into the glass and watched it flow over ice, something sparkled like a shower of diamonds, bouncing off the shiny glass..bigger than the glass, in fact, right beside her.. She blinked and stared as the diamonds vanished and in their place stood a young man of around twenty looking rather dashing in a black suit and a silken scarf.

He looked at her for a moment, then seemed totally confused.

"Coral?"

She shook her head.

"Anna."

He took an electronic notebook from his pocket, accessed something and read through it. Then he looked at her again, seeming to be even more confused.

"This should take me to Coral White...Not you!"

She was still trying to make sense of all this.

"Anna."She repeated, I'm Anna White...and how did you do that?"

She was shaking and staring at him in shock, having never seen a time traveller before.

"I'm Billy."He said, "I came here via technology you don't have the intelligence to understand..but let's just say I'm too early.."

And as she realised he had actually insulted her, he cast a glance around the room, and something seemed to make sense all of a sudden as he noticed a stranger in the corner who was rapidly losing patience with the malfunctioning pinball machine.

"Of course,"He was saying to himself, "I should have known.."

Then he looked Anna up and down, her tight-fitting clothing hugged her curves in all the right places and that cleavage was truly wonderful..

"I would love to stay, but I'm too early, my mistake.."

And he grinned at her plunging neckline.

"Nice tits, by the way!" And he blew her a kiss.

Then he was gone in a shower of sparkling diamonds, leaving Anna to wonder if he was real at all as she downed the scotch in one.

END of PART ONE to be Continued - Part Two 'No Less Human' coming soon - D.S.