During the journey to Buffalo, Ozzie was not allowed to leave the bed or do any menial tasks. Thrax insisted that he rest after the forced miscarriage he gave him and made him wrap an ice pack everyday on the bruise around his middle to heal quicker. Cox offered to provide food for Ozzie’s recovery and his children Tiki, Miki, Viki and Kiki were in charge of sending it to him—since Thrax didn’t want to trust anyone else that had to do with rat city—and keeping the cell company at the same time.
“So, Dad told us you’re from the immunity force,” Tiki said one day during their lunch delivery. “Is it true?”
“You bet I was. I was the baddest booty-shakin’ cop in all of Downtown Frank,” Ozzie replied as he opened the food container. Looking in, he saw today’s lunch was some sort of greenish-yellow blob that looked like it was regurgitation from last week. Grimacing, he poked at it with a spoon, not sure whether to eat it for the sake of the kids or just chuck it out of the window.
“That means you must’ve caught a lot of bad guys back in your city,” Viki said, pouring Ozzie’s drink in a cup. It looked and smelled like coffee, so Ozzie took comfort in that, although it felt a little ironic that Viki mentioned him catching ‘bad guys’ when the kids’ parents and half-strain uncle were literally the ‘bad guys’ themselves. He knew whatever he was going to say next was pushing it, but since there was no one he knew around to debunk him, a little bragging wouldn’t hurt.
“Yup. The force practically begged me to take their case off their hands, and I had to handle everything big and small. They even called me ‘The Germ-inator’!”
“Wow~! ‘The Germ-inator’? That sounds really cool!” Miki looked at Ozzie admiringly.
“You ain’t heard nothin’ yet! I once took down a whole team of bacteria-s with my bare hands. They ain’t even from Frank’s body, like some el loco germ or something. I’ve got connections from the Flu Shot Virus all the way to the Hepatitis Vaccine Bros lining up to spare me some inside info. Heck, I had to beat the ladies off with a stick just to get a little me-time…”
“Then how come you ended up being Uncle Thrax’s pet?” Kiki asked with a skeptical look.
“Uh, well, um…” Ozzie had not expected that coming. “Well, it’s a little bit of a long story, really…”
“But the gist of it is that our little Ozzie is crazy about me.”
“Hi, Uncle Thrax!”
Ozzie looked up grudgingly at the virus who came in at the nick of time. He patted each kid on the head and sat on the bed right beside Ozzie, kissing the cell’s forehead.
“Is it really?” Miki asked. “Were you really crazy about Uncle Thrax?”
“Um, well, I wouldn’t put it that way…” Ozzie tried to worm his way out of it but Thrax chuckled and ruffled Ozzie’s hair.
“Aww, c’mon, baby, you don’t have to be shy about it. I mean, it was practically love at first sight when we met at the nasal dam.”
“He pursued you?” Kiki asked, eager to hear more.
“In a way, yes. He tracked me down all the way to The Zit Club to get a glimpse of me, yet he was so shy he had to bring along a friend to accompany him. I swear, baby, that cold pill friend of yours wasn’t exactly very helpful. In the end, you literally blew me away with your charm.”
Ozzie pouted and looked away. Thrax was practically rephrasing their whole encounter, and he was in no position to correct him.
“And then what happened?” Viki asked, her eyes shining as if they were listening to the most romantic fairytale.
“Yeah, tell us, Uncle Thrax,” Tiki was eager to know as well.
“Shouldn’t you take over from here?” Thrax eyed mischievously at Ozzie, in which the cell pouted again and absentmindedly licked the greenish-yellow blob he poked at off the spoon, not exactly tasting it.
“Go ahead and tell them yourself, Master. They asked you, not me.”
Thrax grinned and turned to his nieces and nephews and continued, “Well, he’s always chasing after yours truly here, until he got fired from his job for obsessing too much over me rather than doing his work. I took down Frank, of course, and he got jealous because he thought I decided to take a she-cell with me instead of him. He ganged up with his cold pill friend to stop me under the pretense of arresting me so that he could get his job back, but that she-cell was not really important to me to begin with, just a silly broad as my getaway hostage. We fought for a while, settled our difference and when I asked him if he wanted to be my pet since he loves me so much, he literally crashed into the deal. The rest is history.”
The children oohed and aahed at Thrax’s story, enjoying the lies thoroughly. Ozzie fought the urge to roll his eyes at this display. Only kids like them would fall for that sort of tall tale.
“So do you really love him that much, Mr. Ozzie?” Viki turned to ask the cell, who was caught by surprise at this question.
“Well, uh, I…”
“Of course he loves him, stupid!” Tiki slapped Viki on the back of her head. “If he didn’t love him, he wouldn’t become Uncle Thrax’s pet now, would he? He wouldn’t even wear the ring around his neck.”
“It’s not a ring, it’s a collar, you dum-dum!” Viki slapped him back. They would’ve had a brawl and squabbled till no end if Thrax didn’t give them a warning look and if Kiki hadn’t held the both of them back.
“So are you going to marry Uncle Thrax and officially be in the family, Mr. Ozzie?” Miki asked with wondering eyes.
“Your dad has already accepted him into the family, baby,” Thrax cut in before Ozzie could mutter something incoherent again. “That’s good enough for us.”
“Aww…But I wanna see Mr. Ozzie in a nice pretty white wedding dress.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Miki,” Kiki scowled in disgust. “Mr. Ozzie is a he-cell. He can’t wear your stupid white wedding dress!”
“So what? You can see that Mr. Ozzie is the ‘girl’ in the relationship! There’s nothing wrong with him wearing a pretty wedding dress!”
“And you four have already outstayed your welcome,” Thrax growled as he picked two children each under his arms and carried them out of the room. Ozzie could hear the kids protesting as Thrax carried them downstairs and out the front door before closing it at their faces. Moments later, he heard the virus’ incoming footsteps as he made his way back up again into the room.
“They’re gone for now,” Thrax grinned as he sat back beside him. “Finally, a bit of peace and quiet, eh, baby?”
“Yes, Master,” Ozzie replied quietly as he finally started eating his lunch they brought him properly. It didn’t taste as bad as it looked, much to the cell’s relief. Before he could take another bite, Thrax’s claws suddenly reached out to take the food container away and put it on the bedside table.
“Lie down,” Thrax ordered. “I want to see your bruise.”
Ozzie obeyed and lied down. Thrax undid the night robes and unwrapped the bandages that held the ice pack in place on Ozzie’s middle before inspecting the bruise. It wasn’t as bad as it first formed, but it was still there.
“Does it still hurt, baby?” Thrax asked as he pressed the bruise with the flat side of his normal claw. Ozzie winced but not immediately.
“A little bit.”
“We’ll be reaching Buffalo by tomorrow morning, so I want you to be prepared,” Thrax said as he replaced the ice pack and rewrapped the bandages around Ozzie’s middle. “Majah is quite the tailor and is finishing your new clothes as we speak, because I will not have you walking around showing off your bruise to everyone. But you must remember to bring along those clothes I gave you when we leave this city. Understand?”
“Yes, Master,” Ozzie nodded as he reached over to take the food container to continue eating but was pulled away again by Thrax. “Is…Is something wrong, Master?”
“No,” Thrax smiled and took the spoon from the table. “You’ve been a good boy these days. I’m going to reward you. Now open wide.”
Ozzie felt a little awkward, but he complied with Thrax’s orders. Opening his mouth, he allowed Thrax to spoon-feed him his lunch and help him drink his coffee-like beverage. As he ate, he remembered the last time he was being spoon-fed like this. When he was 10, Frank fainted when he accidentally inhaled mustard gas while trying to help out Shane along with his late wife to do her science assignment, and the fumes he inhaled caused Ozzie and his classmates who were doing a school trip to the nasal dam at that time all sick with respiratory poisoning. His mother stayed day and night in the hospital tending to Ozzie, including spoon-feeding him his meals. Thrax noticed his forlorn look and took his chin, tilting his head to face him.
“You seem upset, baby. Don’t you like your reward?”
“No, no, I mean, I like it, Master, really…” Ozzie replied hurriedly so as not to offend the virus.
“But…?”
“It’s just…” Ozzie finally sighed and said, “It’s just that…well…I’m thinking about my own family.”
“What about them?”
“I just…Well, I didn’t exactly grow up in a proper family and all that. Sure, they were perfect and all, but…but that was while they lasted. I was 12 when I lost them all: my parents, my relatives, my newborn baby sister…”
“Care to tell me what happened to them?” Thrax asked as he stirred at the food with the spoon, seemingly all ears.
“I only understood what really happened when I was 16, fresh outta high school and working my way to do college in some silly cheap budget educational program that only exist when you grow up in the wrong side of the digestive system. Apparently Frank cut his calf after Shane made him take cycling exercise to persuade him to lose weight. We were having some sort of Jones family reunion gathering at that time at the Love Handles Festival and when Frank bled, everyone but me was taken in by the current, bleeding out along with everybody who just so happen to be on the spot. I could barely remember some guy holding onto me while everyone, including my darling baby sister, was swept out of Frank’s calf, probably coagulated and gone for good. It took them 3 days to find out that I was living all alone in an empty home with no one else to take care of me after the incident. I was soon relocated to A Home for Crisis Victims—and it’s not exactly heaven on Frank—with the picture of my great-great-grandpappy as my only inspiration to join the force just as the fathers of my family did. I tried to do them proud. As soon as I graduated from college, I slaved my way through immunity training and sat through all the exams just to get into the force. I may have bungled a little, but at least I passed and got my badge and gun. I tried to show the force I could be just as good as my fathers before me in the force were. I jumped into any chance I could to prove to those who knew them that I could do it, that I could ace this and become the Star of the Force just as they did.
“But no one liked me butting in. No one wanted me to get too involved in cases. The chief always gave me mediocre stuff to do and I was always the laughing stock of the force. They say I always screw up, that I always never follow orders and were always the rebel in the field, when the truth was that they never let me settle on a real worthwhile case to prove my worth. They all thought I was a nuisance, a shameful existence in the PD and a crazy megalomaniac who was an attention- and adventure-seeker who should be kept in a loony bin. They didn’t believe me when I tried to tell them that I made Frank puke because I saw a virus on board an oyster ready to come in. They suspended me for ‘unnecessary force’ and threw me into the worse patrol they could think of to ‘keep me out of trouble’. They sure as hell didn’t believe me when I told them you exist, and I got fired for it. They believed me too late, and now they’re all dead before I could…Sometimes there is something deep down inside me that felt that Shane deserved to be humiliated and let her father become what he was because it was her fault my family died, but I knew my father would never wanted me to do that, no matter how Frank hurt me…And now you’re rewarding me the way my Mama used to treat me, and your cousin Cox and his kids treating me like I have been with you like forever, like as if I am really one of you…It’s just…I dunno, some sort of feeling I missed out for so long, probably something that I no longer knew I’ll ever feel, what with my cruddy life…It feels…”
“Nostalgic? Painful?” Thrax suggested.
“A little bit of both, I guess.”
“You will grow into it soon enough. You will soon understand that humans, no matter how much you try to help them save their lives and keep them going, will never learn from their lessons. You will slowly understand that humans will always figure out creative ways to destroy themselves no matter how much you slave away, throwing your life out of the window to undo the damages they do to themselves. All the eating, smoking, drug-taking, lazing about, suicides, etc…All those are things that will make you see that it is not worth it to risk everything you have to rescue a body that will soon wither away and die, taking you along with it. You will know in time that it is better to just be rid of them rather than wasting your time letting them live on things that will kill you sooner or later. You will see as well how rewarding it can be as long as you stay as my pet and what a right choice it is to let me dominate you and leave that stupid body that gave you nothing but grief…”
“Frank didn’t give me grief,” Ozzie looked up at him, slightly offended by that last remark. “You did. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be lying here with nothing to do and aching every time I try to move. I wouldn’t be here thinking about what I could’ve done to save Frank from dying and not making a poor girl an orphan, possibly living a life of misery under her Uncle Bob. I wouldn’t be here beating up myself for all the guilt I might have caused due to Frank’s death, subsequently Drix, my only friend, and Leah, the girl of my dreams, to die with him. I wouldn’t even be in this whole friggin’ mess.”
Thrax looked long and hard at him. Ozzie retaliated with the same gaze. He knew whatever he just said was going to warrant him another punishment of the day, but at that moment, he didn’t care. Technically it was Thrax’s fault that Frank died and his friends and beloved was killed; that he was partially infected and glowing like a freaky neon light; that he was moving from place to place whether he liked it or not dressed like a hooker and that he questioned his sexuality; that he was subjected and will be subjected to the ‘carrot and stick’ method and all the virus’ crazy sexual fantasies; that he was raped by Finn and got knocked up with his spawn and experienced his first miscarriage. It was all Thrax’s fault to begin with, and this was the cell’s only chance to let him know that.
Ozzie flinched as Thrax lay his hand on the cell’s cheek. He braced himself for whatever punishment the virus might give him and submitted himself to the fate of Thrax’s wrath that will soon be incurred on him, but surprisingly it never came. He opened his clenched eyes and saw for a split second that Thrax’s face was strewn with emotions of…concern? Guilt? Sorrow?
Before he could make sense of what he saw, Thrax’s lip captured his own in a deep kiss, his skillful tongue dance making Ozzie melt against his will yet again. Only when both of their lungs were protesting for air then the virus let him go. Panting silently through his swollen lips, Ozzie felt his crimson cheek being slapped lightly.
“You’re just throwing a tantrum because you’re bored in bed,” Thrax said as the emotion Ozzie thought he saw was gone. “I will punish you properly later. Now finish your lunch. I need to see Majah about your new clothes.”
Confused, Ozzie continued to let Thrax spoon-feed him and help him drink. After finishing his lunch, Thrax ruffled Ozzie’s hair and left.
Whatever punishment Thrax had in mind, Ozzie prayed to Frank that the virus would forget about it eventually.
Thursday, February 15, 2018
Poison-Chp6
Ozzie came to at the indistinctive sounds mumbled at his ear. He opened his eyes a little to see his Master Thrax looking down at him with his hand patting his face. He felt something wet under him and looked down to his lower half of his body blankly to see that he was lying on a pool of his own saline blood and something foreign-looking…Ozzie’s eyes welled up as the horrifying memory hit him like a ton of bricks.
“Please…Please, Master…I’m sorry…I’m sorry…Don’t punish me…” Ozzie begged, his tears flowing out like rain.
“Quiet!” Thrax growled, forcing Ozzie’s wails to a whimper. “Tell me, who has touched you?”
Ozzie sobbed terribly. How could he tell him that it was by the man who was sent by his cousin? He would never believe him.
“Answer me, Jones! Who has touched you?!”
“F-F-Finn…! Finn touched me…!” Ozzie blurted out, his breath coming in short gasps as his sobs got worse.
“What the hell is he doing here? Did you seduce him?”
“Wh-What…? No, I…”
“Don’t lie to me, bitch! I saw him giving you a few looks when we were at Cox’s office! You led him on, didn’t you? You flirted with him secretly behind my back and invited him here, didn’t you?!”
“I didn’t…I swear…”
“Why else would he be here? Why else would he come just when I left you alone here…”
“I DID NOT SEDUCE HIM!!!” Ozzie, upset by that accusation, snapped as he screamed at the top of his lungs, frustratingly slamming his fists onto Thrax’s chest in his tears. “I did not friggin’ SEDUCE him! He came here himself, bringing your stupid cousin’s delivery and saw me in this stupid apron you made me wear and he friggin’ RAPED me!! HE RAPED ME, FRANK-DAMMIT!!! It’s all YOUR FAULT!! All your friggin’…”
Ozzie got the wind knocked out of him when Thrax held him tightly close to his chest. In the midst of his tears, Ozzie could’ve sworn he felt the arms around him trembling.
“Don’t raise your voice at me, Jones. Don’t you dare raise your voice at me…” Thrax’s voice sounded a little choked, but then again, it could be him hearing things.
“I’m sorry, Master…I’m sorry…”
“You’re infected.”
“What…?” Ozzie looked up at him in shock.
“That damn cell that touched you breeds just like a rat,” Thrax said in disgust. “He’s infected you with his seed.”
Ozzie started hyperventilating at upon hearing the news. Infected with Finn’s seed?! Which means he was…pregnant?! How could this happen to him? How could Finn do this to him? Didn’t he even have the courtesy to pull out?! Those were the things that went through his mind as he was breathing like the oxygen had just left the building.
“Calm down, Jones,” Thrax ordered, but seeing that Ozzie wasn’t listening, he cupped the cell’s cheeks and pulled him face to face, “Baby, baby, look at me. Look at me!”
Thrax’s harsh bark brought Ozzie back to focus as he stared into the virus’ eyes tearfully, his breathing still quick but not as bad as before.
“Listen. I will not have my pet carrying a spawn from that filth. I will deal with the son of a bitch later, but now I must get rid of it, but it will be very painful. Can you handle it?”
“H…How painful can it be?”
“Very. I won’t lie to you. It’ll hurt like hell. But I must do it. Can you handle it?”
Ozzie averted his gaze, not sure whether to go through with it.
“Do you trust me?”
Ozzie looked at Thrax’s eyes again and was surprised that they were showing signs—though not very obvious—of pleading and concern. Ozzie swallowed nervously as his heart gave in to those eyes.
“You are my Master. I trust you.”
“Good boy.”
Thrax made Ozzie lie down back on the floor before he undid the apron Ozzie was wearing and pulled the lower side up till the cell’s lower half was revealed all the way. Ozzie looked at his middle and could see something the size of a marble forming there, finally knowing the full scale of what Thrax meant by ‘infected’. Thrax crumpled one end of the pulled up apron and stuffed it into Ozzie’s mouth.
“So that you don’t bite your tongue. Be prepared. I’m going to do it now.”
So saying, Thrax held his own clenched fist with the other hand and rammed it against Ozzie’s middle. Ozzie let out a muffled scream, almost inhaling the apron as the wind was knocked out of him again. Thrax stopped for a few seconds before ramming down again, making the poor cell scream again as he bit down hard onto the apron to bear the pain. The virus kept at it for about 15 seconds (which felt like eternity) until Ozzie thought he felt something pop inside him and something wet and slimy flowed out between his legs.
“It’s over, baby,” Thrax said as he picked Ozzie up in his arms again. “It’s over now. Your body will take care of the rest.”
Ozzie stole a look at his nether regions and realized that Finn’s spawn came out not from his ass, but from a sort of birth canal that mysteriously formed between his sac and anus, possibly due to the viral DNA he was partially infected with that modified his body. He winced a little as something contracted within him to squeeze the rest of the broken spawn out. After the hurting stopped, Ozzie tried to pry away from Thrax.
“Where are you going?”
“I…need to clean up…” Ozzie replied mechanically. “Need to…clean up this mess…for you…”
“No,” Thrax said as he picked Ozzie up bridal style to stop him from going anywhere. “You are going to take a bath, lie down on bed and rest. Your Master will do this for you just this once, baby.”
Ozzie knew he was in no position to argue. In fact, he lacked the strength to retaliate him. He just allowed Thrax to take him to the bathroom, be scrubbed raw from head to toe to get rid of the smell of sex, be dried and dressed with one of the night robes that Thrax found in the wardrobe and be tucked into bed. As he was lulled to sleep by Thrax stroking his hair, he distinctively heard Thrax whispered something to his ear.
“He will pay, baby. He will pay.”
“I come here as a guest and this is how you treat me?!”
“Hey, hey, chill, Thrax my man. Let’s not be hasty…”
“Hasty? I’ll show you hasty, you son of a bitch!!”
Ozzie was sort of rudely awoken by shouting voices outside the room. Wincing from the bruise he probably got from the blow Thrax gave him to abort the spawn, he slowly got off the bed and, holding his middle, moved towards the door and peeked down from the banister of the staircase.
Downstairs, he could see Thrax yelling curses and threats at Cox who was holding Finn’s hair in a death grip. Ozzie could only assume that Thrax had called Cox in to complain about the matter and ordered him to bring the crude cell along with him. Finn was trying to struggle his way free but winced when Cox’s grip tightened, threatening to scalp him. He had no choice but to stay still and hoped he’d stay alive after this ordeal. The mayor was there as well, but was tied by the leash to the pole at the entrance of the living room.
“I didn’t know he would do this, Thrax my man, honest,” Cox tried to calm his fuming half-strain cousin down. “I just thought that maybe your pet might be hungry, since you didn’t bring him along for lunch, so I wanted Finn to pass some of what we had to him to surprise him…”
“You could’ve just passed it to me, you idiot! I told you my pet was off limits! Only I alone can manhandle him! And now the only surprise you gave was him your stupid lackey who couldn’t keep his dick in his pants! He came here and friggin’ knocked my pet up! You know how hard it is for me to hurt my pet just to squeeze his spawn out?!”
“Oh my…” Cox was genuinely shocked at this. “I swear I didn’t…” he growled at Finn and pulled him up by the hair, “See what you’ve done, Finn?! See how you hurt my family?! Didn’t I tell you to just send the food directly to Ozzie and nothing else?! Did I tell you that you could go around spreading your spawn everywhere, especially when you’ve already heard my cousin said before that Ozzie is off limits?!”
“I’m sorry, sir~! I didn’t mean it~!” Finn begged for mercy. “It’s just that…he was nicely dressed…I dunno what got into me! I promise I won’t do it again! I swear~!”
“You sure as hell won’t,” Thrax snarled as he flexed out his killer claw. “I will make sure you won’t ever function as a cell no longer.”
Ozzie knew what that tone meant. He had to step in before the poor cell got killed. Finn may have done him wrong, but that didn’t exactly make him deserve a death warrant.
“Guys, guys, chill,” Ozzie rushed down the stairs and held out his hands to stop the viruses. “No need to be so harsh about this. He’s already sorry and all…”
“You stay away from this, Jones!” Thrax growled. “You’re supposed to be resting! Go back to bed!”
“Thra…I mean, Master, please. You don’t have to do this…”
“This the guy who raped you?” Cox asked, shoving Finn’s head to face Ozzie.
“Well, yeah, but…”
“Why would you want to let him live?” Thrax demanded.
“Look, it’s all over, alright?” Ozzie tried to talk things through. “The spawn is gone now. He’s scared spit-less and he’s genuinely sorry…”
“I don’t think you understand how things work here in rat city, pretty,” Cox chuckled as he shook his head at Ozzie’s naivety. “People here in rat city are never truly sorry for what they’ve done. It’s fear that governs this city, no compassion. There is none of the sort here. It’s all about survival for the fittest. You let him go now, I guarantee you he’s gonna have a go at you again, trust me.”
“But…”
“And we of the Black Death family demands retribution,” Thrax said darkly. “It is how we work around here. Don’t question our methods, baby. Now, since you’re here, you might as well watch what people who wronged us end up.”
As if in cue, Coz made Finn kneel in front of Ozzie by pushing him to his knees by the hair. Ozzie watched Finn looked at Ozzie with teary, pleading eyes as Thrax poked him with the tip of his killer claw. The venom travelled torturously slow throughout his whole body, turning him from the usual blue to a fiery red. Ozzie stood there helplessly as Finn’s moans and groans escalated into screams of agony as his membrane broke bit by bit, the infected saline blood oozing out of his body. He started bursting everywhere and even his eyes popped as he died a much slower death than the immunity cell who tried to hit on him when they were still in the city of Nana. In the end, just like the immunity cell, Finn melted into a pile of red goo on the floor, leaving Cox still holding onto his huge clump of hair. Cox dropped the hair carelessly onto the floor and released the mayor from the pole. The mayor bounded happily towards the pile of goo and lapped at it hungrily, much to the disgust of Ozzie.
“I am so, so sorry about everything, Ozzie,” Cox patted Ozzie’s head, his full of remorse. “If there’s anything I can do to make you feel better, just tell good ol’ Cox here, aye? You are just as much of the Black Death family as we are now. Don’t hesitate to ask, OK, pretty?”
“I think my baby has enough excitement for one day,” Thrax said grudgingly as he slapped Cox’s hand away. “Just get us to Buffalo ASAP.”
“Anything for you, Thrax my man,” Cox nodded, then pulled at the leash of the mayor, “You done stuffing yourself? C’mon, let’s get going.”
The mayor licked his lips and sucked his fingers off the goo he just gorged himself with and followed Cox’s lead. Ozzie thought he almost forgot to breathe as he felt his heart thumping against his chest. Quietly, he went to get a rag and wiped off the rest of the goo the mayor did not finish.
“You were supposed to be resting, baby,” Thrax said as he took the rag away from Ozzie’s hand and burnt it off with his killer claw in a split second.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Ozzie muttered, but Thrax still heard him.
“Do what?”
“Finn. You didn’t have to kill him.”
“You want him to have a go on you again, just like Cox said he would?”
“Well, no, but…”
“Lemme tell you something about how the family runs things around here, baby,” Thrax picked Ozzie harshly by the waist and held onto the cell’s chin tight to face him. “We are killers, that you know as much. We are killers that demand eye for an eye. Anyone who hurts the member of the family will be dead, no questions asked. It’s better to eradicate one mistake to stop a thousand more. That’s how we survive, baby. That’s how we manage to live this long: by eliminating the competition and minimizing the enemy count. You saw how pathetic this city is. If you let that Finn go, what are you going to do if he brings along a whole bunch of other cells and have a gangbang with you, especially if I am not there to save you?”
Ozzie looked down, not sure what to say. As crude as Thrax put it, he knew he was right in a way. There was no telling that Finn would be thankful for Ozzie’s compassion. Heck, it might even hurt the crude cell’s ego by letting him. If the people in rat city were as bad as Cox put it, he would bound to exact revenge on Ozzie rather than leave him alone.
“Don’t look so down, baby. Big Daddy Thrax is gonna take good care of you, provided you be a good boy yourself. You are my little good boy, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes, Master,” Ozzie replied tiredly. “I’ll be good.”
“That’s my little baby,” Thrax purred as he took Ozzie’s lips and gave him a passionate kiss, in which Ozzie eased into it as if it was the most natural thing. He picked him up bridal style again and carried him all the way back to bed. Putting him down, he tucked him in and lay down beside him, stroking his hair and humming a soft jazz tune, lulling him to sleep.
“Does Cox mean it, Master?” Ozzie asked with his eyes closed. “Me being family?”
“Cox may say a lot of things,” Thrax said, “but he would never lie about family. Looks like you’ve earned the Black Death family’s approval. Welcome to the clan, baby.”
“Um…Yeah, thanks…”
“Now go to sleep. Not another peep from you, baby.”
Ozzie was as good as gold as he let Thrax continue to lull him to sleep, but not before acknowledging secretly an odd sense of belonging to this lifestyle.
“Please…Please, Master…I’m sorry…I’m sorry…Don’t punish me…” Ozzie begged, his tears flowing out like rain.
“Quiet!” Thrax growled, forcing Ozzie’s wails to a whimper. “Tell me, who has touched you?”
Ozzie sobbed terribly. How could he tell him that it was by the man who was sent by his cousin? He would never believe him.
“Answer me, Jones! Who has touched you?!”
“F-F-Finn…! Finn touched me…!” Ozzie blurted out, his breath coming in short gasps as his sobs got worse.
“What the hell is he doing here? Did you seduce him?”
“Wh-What…? No, I…”
“Don’t lie to me, bitch! I saw him giving you a few looks when we were at Cox’s office! You led him on, didn’t you? You flirted with him secretly behind my back and invited him here, didn’t you?!”
“I didn’t…I swear…”
“Why else would he be here? Why else would he come just when I left you alone here…”
“I DID NOT SEDUCE HIM!!!” Ozzie, upset by that accusation, snapped as he screamed at the top of his lungs, frustratingly slamming his fists onto Thrax’s chest in his tears. “I did not friggin’ SEDUCE him! He came here himself, bringing your stupid cousin’s delivery and saw me in this stupid apron you made me wear and he friggin’ RAPED me!! HE RAPED ME, FRANK-DAMMIT!!! It’s all YOUR FAULT!! All your friggin’…”
Ozzie got the wind knocked out of him when Thrax held him tightly close to his chest. In the midst of his tears, Ozzie could’ve sworn he felt the arms around him trembling.
“Don’t raise your voice at me, Jones. Don’t you dare raise your voice at me…” Thrax’s voice sounded a little choked, but then again, it could be him hearing things.
“I’m sorry, Master…I’m sorry…”
“You’re infected.”
“What…?” Ozzie looked up at him in shock.
“That damn cell that touched you breeds just like a rat,” Thrax said in disgust. “He’s infected you with his seed.”
Ozzie started hyperventilating at upon hearing the news. Infected with Finn’s seed?! Which means he was…pregnant?! How could this happen to him? How could Finn do this to him? Didn’t he even have the courtesy to pull out?! Those were the things that went through his mind as he was breathing like the oxygen had just left the building.
“Calm down, Jones,” Thrax ordered, but seeing that Ozzie wasn’t listening, he cupped the cell’s cheeks and pulled him face to face, “Baby, baby, look at me. Look at me!”
Thrax’s harsh bark brought Ozzie back to focus as he stared into the virus’ eyes tearfully, his breathing still quick but not as bad as before.
“Listen. I will not have my pet carrying a spawn from that filth. I will deal with the son of a bitch later, but now I must get rid of it, but it will be very painful. Can you handle it?”
“H…How painful can it be?”
“Very. I won’t lie to you. It’ll hurt like hell. But I must do it. Can you handle it?”
Ozzie averted his gaze, not sure whether to go through with it.
“Do you trust me?”
Ozzie looked at Thrax’s eyes again and was surprised that they were showing signs—though not very obvious—of pleading and concern. Ozzie swallowed nervously as his heart gave in to those eyes.
“You are my Master. I trust you.”
“Good boy.”
Thrax made Ozzie lie down back on the floor before he undid the apron Ozzie was wearing and pulled the lower side up till the cell’s lower half was revealed all the way. Ozzie looked at his middle and could see something the size of a marble forming there, finally knowing the full scale of what Thrax meant by ‘infected’. Thrax crumpled one end of the pulled up apron and stuffed it into Ozzie’s mouth.
“So that you don’t bite your tongue. Be prepared. I’m going to do it now.”
So saying, Thrax held his own clenched fist with the other hand and rammed it against Ozzie’s middle. Ozzie let out a muffled scream, almost inhaling the apron as the wind was knocked out of him again. Thrax stopped for a few seconds before ramming down again, making the poor cell scream again as he bit down hard onto the apron to bear the pain. The virus kept at it for about 15 seconds (which felt like eternity) until Ozzie thought he felt something pop inside him and something wet and slimy flowed out between his legs.
“It’s over, baby,” Thrax said as he picked Ozzie up in his arms again. “It’s over now. Your body will take care of the rest.”
Ozzie stole a look at his nether regions and realized that Finn’s spawn came out not from his ass, but from a sort of birth canal that mysteriously formed between his sac and anus, possibly due to the viral DNA he was partially infected with that modified his body. He winced a little as something contracted within him to squeeze the rest of the broken spawn out. After the hurting stopped, Ozzie tried to pry away from Thrax.
“Where are you going?”
“I…need to clean up…” Ozzie replied mechanically. “Need to…clean up this mess…for you…”
“No,” Thrax said as he picked Ozzie up bridal style to stop him from going anywhere. “You are going to take a bath, lie down on bed and rest. Your Master will do this for you just this once, baby.”
Ozzie knew he was in no position to argue. In fact, he lacked the strength to retaliate him. He just allowed Thrax to take him to the bathroom, be scrubbed raw from head to toe to get rid of the smell of sex, be dried and dressed with one of the night robes that Thrax found in the wardrobe and be tucked into bed. As he was lulled to sleep by Thrax stroking his hair, he distinctively heard Thrax whispered something to his ear.
“He will pay, baby. He will pay.”
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“Hey, hey, chill, Thrax my man. Let’s not be hasty…”
“Hasty? I’ll show you hasty, you son of a bitch!!”
Ozzie was sort of rudely awoken by shouting voices outside the room. Wincing from the bruise he probably got from the blow Thrax gave him to abort the spawn, he slowly got off the bed and, holding his middle, moved towards the door and peeked down from the banister of the staircase.
Downstairs, he could see Thrax yelling curses and threats at Cox who was holding Finn’s hair in a death grip. Ozzie could only assume that Thrax had called Cox in to complain about the matter and ordered him to bring the crude cell along with him. Finn was trying to struggle his way free but winced when Cox’s grip tightened, threatening to scalp him. He had no choice but to stay still and hoped he’d stay alive after this ordeal. The mayor was there as well, but was tied by the leash to the pole at the entrance of the living room.
“I didn’t know he would do this, Thrax my man, honest,” Cox tried to calm his fuming half-strain cousin down. “I just thought that maybe your pet might be hungry, since you didn’t bring him along for lunch, so I wanted Finn to pass some of what we had to him to surprise him…”
“You could’ve just passed it to me, you idiot! I told you my pet was off limits! Only I alone can manhandle him! And now the only surprise you gave was him your stupid lackey who couldn’t keep his dick in his pants! He came here and friggin’ knocked my pet up! You know how hard it is for me to hurt my pet just to squeeze his spawn out?!”
“Oh my…” Cox was genuinely shocked at this. “I swear I didn’t…” he growled at Finn and pulled him up by the hair, “See what you’ve done, Finn?! See how you hurt my family?! Didn’t I tell you to just send the food directly to Ozzie and nothing else?! Did I tell you that you could go around spreading your spawn everywhere, especially when you’ve already heard my cousin said before that Ozzie is off limits?!”
“I’m sorry, sir~! I didn’t mean it~!” Finn begged for mercy. “It’s just that…he was nicely dressed…I dunno what got into me! I promise I won’t do it again! I swear~!”
“You sure as hell won’t,” Thrax snarled as he flexed out his killer claw. “I will make sure you won’t ever function as a cell no longer.”
Ozzie knew what that tone meant. He had to step in before the poor cell got killed. Finn may have done him wrong, but that didn’t exactly make him deserve a death warrant.
“Guys, guys, chill,” Ozzie rushed down the stairs and held out his hands to stop the viruses. “No need to be so harsh about this. He’s already sorry and all…”
“You stay away from this, Jones!” Thrax growled. “You’re supposed to be resting! Go back to bed!”
“Thra…I mean, Master, please. You don’t have to do this…”
“This the guy who raped you?” Cox asked, shoving Finn’s head to face Ozzie.
“Well, yeah, but…”
“Why would you want to let him live?” Thrax demanded.
“Look, it’s all over, alright?” Ozzie tried to talk things through. “The spawn is gone now. He’s scared spit-less and he’s genuinely sorry…”
“I don’t think you understand how things work here in rat city, pretty,” Cox chuckled as he shook his head at Ozzie’s naivety. “People here in rat city are never truly sorry for what they’ve done. It’s fear that governs this city, no compassion. There is none of the sort here. It’s all about survival for the fittest. You let him go now, I guarantee you he’s gonna have a go at you again, trust me.”
“But…”
“And we of the Black Death family demands retribution,” Thrax said darkly. “It is how we work around here. Don’t question our methods, baby. Now, since you’re here, you might as well watch what people who wronged us end up.”
As if in cue, Coz made Finn kneel in front of Ozzie by pushing him to his knees by the hair. Ozzie watched Finn looked at Ozzie with teary, pleading eyes as Thrax poked him with the tip of his killer claw. The venom travelled torturously slow throughout his whole body, turning him from the usual blue to a fiery red. Ozzie stood there helplessly as Finn’s moans and groans escalated into screams of agony as his membrane broke bit by bit, the infected saline blood oozing out of his body. He started bursting everywhere and even his eyes popped as he died a much slower death than the immunity cell who tried to hit on him when they were still in the city of Nana. In the end, just like the immunity cell, Finn melted into a pile of red goo on the floor, leaving Cox still holding onto his huge clump of hair. Cox dropped the hair carelessly onto the floor and released the mayor from the pole. The mayor bounded happily towards the pile of goo and lapped at it hungrily, much to the disgust of Ozzie.
“I am so, so sorry about everything, Ozzie,” Cox patted Ozzie’s head, his full of remorse. “If there’s anything I can do to make you feel better, just tell good ol’ Cox here, aye? You are just as much of the Black Death family as we are now. Don’t hesitate to ask, OK, pretty?”
“I think my baby has enough excitement for one day,” Thrax said grudgingly as he slapped Cox’s hand away. “Just get us to Buffalo ASAP.”
“Anything for you, Thrax my man,” Cox nodded, then pulled at the leash of the mayor, “You done stuffing yourself? C’mon, let’s get going.”
The mayor licked his lips and sucked his fingers off the goo he just gorged himself with and followed Cox’s lead. Ozzie thought he almost forgot to breathe as he felt his heart thumping against his chest. Quietly, he went to get a rag and wiped off the rest of the goo the mayor did not finish.
“You were supposed to be resting, baby,” Thrax said as he took the rag away from Ozzie’s hand and burnt it off with his killer claw in a split second.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Ozzie muttered, but Thrax still heard him.
“Do what?”
“Finn. You didn’t have to kill him.”
“You want him to have a go on you again, just like Cox said he would?”
“Well, no, but…”
“Lemme tell you something about how the family runs things around here, baby,” Thrax picked Ozzie harshly by the waist and held onto the cell’s chin tight to face him. “We are killers, that you know as much. We are killers that demand eye for an eye. Anyone who hurts the member of the family will be dead, no questions asked. It’s better to eradicate one mistake to stop a thousand more. That’s how we survive, baby. That’s how we manage to live this long: by eliminating the competition and minimizing the enemy count. You saw how pathetic this city is. If you let that Finn go, what are you going to do if he brings along a whole bunch of other cells and have a gangbang with you, especially if I am not there to save you?”
Ozzie looked down, not sure what to say. As crude as Thrax put it, he knew he was right in a way. There was no telling that Finn would be thankful for Ozzie’s compassion. Heck, it might even hurt the crude cell’s ego by letting him. If the people in rat city were as bad as Cox put it, he would bound to exact revenge on Ozzie rather than leave him alone.
“Don’t look so down, baby. Big Daddy Thrax is gonna take good care of you, provided you be a good boy yourself. You are my little good boy, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes, Master,” Ozzie replied tiredly. “I’ll be good.”
“That’s my little baby,” Thrax purred as he took Ozzie’s lips and gave him a passionate kiss, in which Ozzie eased into it as if it was the most natural thing. He picked him up bridal style again and carried him all the way back to bed. Putting him down, he tucked him in and lay down beside him, stroking his hair and humming a soft jazz tune, lulling him to sleep.
“Does Cox mean it, Master?” Ozzie asked with his eyes closed. “Me being family?”
“Cox may say a lot of things,” Thrax said, “but he would never lie about family. Looks like you’ve earned the Black Death family’s approval. Welcome to the clan, baby.”
“Um…Yeah, thanks…”
“Now go to sleep. Not another peep from you, baby.”
Ozzie was as good as gold as he let Thrax continue to lull him to sleep, but not before acknowledging secretly an odd sense of belonging to this lifestyle.
Poison-Chp5
“Wake up, Jones. Wake up.”
Ozzie fluttered his eyes open, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He saw Thrax’s trench-coat covering him like a blanket and looked up to see Thrax facing him in a very solemn way.
“Put on the coat. I can’t have you walking around with soiled pants, but you will wash it once we get to a new place.”
“Wh…Where are we going, Master?” Ozzie asked as he did as he was told.
“Out of here. They are going to quarantine this place.”
So saying, Ozzie saw people wearing protective suits coming in to carry the already dead Nana off the bed and out of the house while trying to calm down the grieving mother. Once they started arming themselves with disinfectant tanks and spraying nozzles, the duo took it as a cue to leave.
Carrying Ozzie over his shoulders, Thrax, using his claws, climbed up the wall to reach to higher ground as the people in suits sprayed every nook and cranny of the room. The virus saw a tiny crack up in the ceiling and made his way there as quickly as he could, praying that he could make it on time. The disinfectant spray barely nicked him on the shoes as he hauled Ozzie into the crack before climbing in after him.
“That was a close one,” Thrax sighed in relief as he rotated his shoulders to remove the cricks. Ozzie automatically went up to him to help him massage the area.
“Where should we go now, Master?”
“Patience. In a place like this, our ride is bound to show up.”
Ozzie didn’t know what he meant, but him being the experienced traveler, he decided to trust his words. As they sat there waiting, Thrax ran his claws through the cell’s hair, stroking it like he was a pet. Ozzie fingered his collar and tried his luck asking the thing he had been dying to ask.
“Why me, Master?”
“Hmm?” Thrax hummed, his hand still stroking Ozzie’s hair.
“Why me? Of all the cells in Frank you could’ve taken along with, why me?”
“I’ve told you why.”
“Even so, why did you even bother taking me anyway? You could’ve just flown away as soon as you escaped from the falsie. You could’ve just left me stranded there on Shane and left me to my fate. Why did you…?”
His question was muffled by a pair of lips capturing his. He wanted to pull back from it but Thrax held him firmly, his tongue tracing along the cell’s lips, urging him to open up and let him in. Reluctantly he did, feeling the virus’ tongue invading his mouth, engaging him in a slow tongue dance. Ozzie tried to copy him, thinking that was what he wanted him to do. Before he knew it, Ozzie melted into that passionate kiss, allowing himself to drown into this warm and fuzzy emotion. By the time the virus released his oral hold on him, Ozzie’s lips were swollen red and his cheeks a bright crimson.
“You will understand sooner or later.”
“What do you mean…”
“Our ride is here.”
Ozzie looked towards the direction Thrax was looking, his question momentarily put on hold. Scurrying towards them in tiny pattering footsteps was a huge common house rat. Its black oily fur shone as it caught the light that came in through the cracks of the ceiling floor as it moved in its deliberately slow and cautious way. Again, Thrax hoisted Ozzie up his shoulders and stood at the ready.
“Hang on tight, baby. It’s gonna be a bumpy ride.”
Ozzie rolled his eyes. Great, he thought, Avoid the question now, will ya?
Thrax timed his movements right: he waited for the rat to stop momentarily in front of him, made a high jump, landing right on the rat’s tail, and held onto it tight. Once the rat came out of the ceiling, down the drain and stopped at the nearest trashcan to feed, Thrax put Ozzie down and made him run after him to enter the rat’s body through the rat’s ear.
Compared to this city, Ozzie would prefer being in the dog’s body instead. It was a total dumpsite with filth everywhere they went. The inhabitants of the city were crude and primitive and didn’t take lightly to strangers or visitors. If it weren’t for Thrax’s killer claw, they would’ve been shredded alive by them.
With his killer claw armed, Thrax approached one of the more articulate cells to take them to whoever was in charge of running the city. The cell, who looked like he had a severe case of a bad hair day, led them to the brain centre, which was heavily guarded, and took them to what seemed like the mayor’s office. The chair had its back facing them, so before the cell could introduce them to whoever sat on that chair, Thrax boldly stepped up and greeted.
“Hey, baby. How’s it hangin’?”
The chair spun round to reveal not a brain cell, but a virus who had black skin and white dreadlocks combed to one side. When he smiled, he had fangs like a vampire and he stood almost as tall as Thrax. He was wearing a grunge outfit with piercings on his left eye, his nose and one side of his lips. He gave a high-five with his black claws at Thrax while holding a leash that was connected to a collar around a brain cell’s neck. The brain cell himself looked just as crude and ugly as their escort.
“Hey there, Thrax my man! You’re lookin’ fine today!”
“How long did it take you to subdue the mayor?” Thrax pointed at the brain cell who was crouching next to the office table glaring at them with a vengeance.
Ozzie widened his eyes at this, thinking in disbelief, That is the mayor?!
“In one day’s flat,” the black virus replied. “I tell ya, these rat cities are so easy to play with. Give ‘em a bit of the shaking up and they’ll lick your boots just to stay alive,” the black virus shifted his gaze to Ozzie, “and who’s this fine-looking pretty thing here?”
“My pet,” Thrax replied, holding Ozzie close to him. “The name’s Osmosis Jones, but you can call him Ozzie. His friends call him that.”
“Which rat did you spring him from?”
“I’m done doing rats, remember? This baby here is from a real human city. The City of Downtown Frank, as a matter of fact.”
“No way!” the black virus exclaimed in awe. “Get out! C’mon, you’re spittin’ me!”
“Nope,” Thrax shook his head proudly. “He’s from the city that finally got me recognized in the medical books. In fact, we just done crashing our last victim there in that dingy home your body was living off in.”
“You mean that fat ass Nana who always leaves crumbs on the bed for my body’s midnight snack? Far out!” the black virus grinned, then held out his hand to offer it to shake with Ozzie’s, “The name’s Cox. Pure-bred son of Thalos of the Black Death. Nice to meet cha!”
Ozzie waited for Thrax to allow him to shake his hand before doing so, “Hi. Osmosis Jones. Immunity cell.”
“Wicked! You’re from the feds?” Cox rubbed his chin with interest as he circled around Ozzie, admiring him. “You’re too pretty to be a cop. Is he for sharing?”
“No,” Thrax gave him a warning glare. “You may be my half-strain cousin but he is off limits.”
“OK, OK, chill,” Cox held up his hands in surrender, then leaned near Ozzie a little and muttered, “Got that streak from his mother. I swear Dengue Fever viruses are the most possessive lovers ever. Drove his father mad, she did.”
“You done revealing my family’s skeletons now?” Thrax growled as he pulled Ozzie close until he was behind him. “Do we get to bunk in or what? Where’s your next stop?”
“Somewhere in Buffalo. I heard Serione is there. We might get there in about 3 days tops, if we take the sewage area and swim along the current through the underground. In the meantime, you can take the guesthouse at the Cornea Central. Great view from there.”
“Alright. I’ll have your escort take me there. Don’t wanna bother your quality time with your pet.”
“Cool. You know where it is, don’t cha, Finn?” Cox looked at the bad-hair-day escort, in which he nodded. He then turned to Thrax and said, “Hey, Thrax my man. Wanna join us for lunch later? Majah and the kids hadn’t seen you in years!”
“I’ll give it a rain check.”
Once Thrax’s back was turned, Cox winked flirtatiously at Ozzie, making the cell look away in disgust and followed after Thrax quietly with only one thought in mind.
Are all Thrax’s extended family that bizarre??
Ozzie came out of the laundry room with only a towel around his waist, carrying the washing. Surprisingly, the guesthouse Cox offered them was a huge contrast compared to its outside surroundings. It wasn’t exactly immaculate or six-star hotel perfect, but it was at least livable rather than the other houses they’ve passed by to get there that looked like it was a septic factory of sorts. As he hung the clothes to dry in one of the empty rooms (because the smell outside was not exactly the best place for drying out the laundry) and dragged in the heater to face them so it would dry faster, Thrax approached the cell while putting on his new clean clothes.
“C’mere, baby. Help me fix my clothes.”
Ozzie immediately tended to him. He could only assume that Thrax was wearing clothes that were already there in the guesthouse wardrobe for any visitors of the extended family who came to stay. Ozzie tried to hide a smile as he helped Thrax to button and tuck in the long-sleeved white shirt and fixed his collar and belted up the black pressed pants. Thrax did not look good in white, but he wasn’t entirely that bad-looking either. Thrax ordered Ozzie to undo a few of his buttons to show off his chest so that he would not look like some school boy fresh out of college.
“You’re going to your cousin’s lunch, Master?” Ozzie asked.
“As much as I don’t want to, I have to,” Thrax rolled his eyes in contempt. “Or Cox will make me suffer the guilt of an ingrate. He enjoys doing that.”
“How did you know he was here in this body?”
“I don’t. It’s more of luck, really. Many of my extended families are spread out in a lot of rats’ bodies across the globe, with only a few hundred thousand that are not occupied and run by them, especially the mice category. I just had a feeling that I might just meet someone I know here.”
“He said your mother is a Dengue Fever virus. Is that where you get your heat signature from?”
“Technically yes. You can say I’m a mutated strain from their combined DNA. I inherited certain features from both of them, yet I do not produce the same viral symptoms of either of them. It’s like I’m an entirely independent virus born of their strain. Happens rarely, about one in every 1,000 generations of the virus strain. Pretty unique, ain’t it?”
“Um…Yeah, I guess,” Ozzie replied as he finished helping Thrax to put his shoes on.
“What’s the matter, baby? Why the sudden interest in my family tree?” Thrax smirked devilishly at the cell.
“Nothing important,” Ozzie looked away, his cheeks a little red. “Just curious, is all. Am I not coming along with you?”
“No. I know Cox. He may already have a wife and children, but his sexuality is diverse and abundant. In other words, he shags anything that moves. His wife is just as bad as he is. You are my property, remember? No one is to touch what is mine.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Cox’s taste in clothes is a disaster,” Thrax grimaced at his clothes, “but I guess it’ll make do. You, on the other hand, are not allowed to wear anything from here. None of them suits you, and I will not have my pet be anything less.”
“But…But what should I wear? The clothes are not going to dry that quickly, and I can’t exactly walk around in a towel all day.”
Thrax tapped his chin and looked around. He went to the wardrobe and scanned through the clothes that were there, imagining them on Ozzie only to shake his head in disapproval. He was about to go to the coat closet to find something decent to put on for his pet when he spied at the corner of his eye something hanging on the kitchen door. He turned around to see that it was a kitchen apron that bore a lot of frills along the shoulder sleeves and the bottom part of the apron, looking like it was one of those accessory clothing that were part of a maid’s outfit. Thrax smirked and took the apron down, flinging it at Ozzie.
“Put this on then,” Thrax said casually.
“T…This?? Master, this is worse than walking around with the towel on! You can’t possibly…”
“Am I sensing a little punishment time here?”
Ozzie bit his lip. Thrax had his belt on and he knew that if he said another word, it’ll be a week before he’ll be able to sit down properly. Quietly, he put on the apron and tied the lace behind his back before removing the towel around him.
“Now, was that so bad?” Thrax asked as he tickled Ozzie’s chin. “You’re allowed to wear your clothes again once it’s dry, but when I come home, I expect to see that apron still on you, you hear me?”
“Yes, Master,” Ozzie replied. In other words, regardless if he had his clothes on or not, Thrax had intended him to look like a maid today.
“I’ll be back soon, alright, baby?”
Ozzie nodded as Thrax gave the cell a peck on the forehead. Ozzie sent his master off and waited until he shut the door before he touched the part Thrax kissed. The same feeling he had when he held Thrax’s manhood for the first time surfaced inside his heart again, making him feel like there was a lump in his chest.
Why? Ozzie thought to himself. Why can’t I hate it anymore…?
One and a half hour later, Ozzie was still in his apron with no clothes underneath. The heater was not exactly doing its job of drying the clothes and the cell predicted that it’ll be probably another hour before the clothes dried entirely.
Suddenly he heard the doorbell rang. He went to the door and asked from the inside.
“Who is it?”
“Delivery from Mr. Cox to Mr. Ozzie,” a raspy voice from the other side of the door replied.
Ozzie was surprised and nervous. It sounded like Finn who led them to meet Cox earlier. Why would he be delivering something to him? Why would he even want to send something at a time when he was almost naked for the whole world to see?!
“Just leave it outside. I’ll take it from there. I’m a little…busy right now.”
“Mr. Cox’s orders to send delivery directly to Mr. Ozzie personally.”
Ozzie was at wit’s end. How was he going to show himself outside like this? If he didn’t take the delivery off Finn’s hands, he would offend Cox and indirectly embarrass Thrax, but if he did take the delivery, he would be showing himself off to Finn without Thrax’s permission and if Thrax caught wind of it, he’d get punished as well. It was a lose-lose situation for him either way.
Damn it, damn it, Frank-dammit! Ozzie scratched his head exasperatedly. Why of all times, you had to come now?! What should I do? What should I do?!
“Mr. Ozzie?” Finn’s voice sounded impatient.
Maybe…Maybe I can just stick my head and hand out. Don’t open the door all the way. Yeah, that should work…
“Coming,” Ozzie replied out loud and decided to stick with the game plan. Unlocking the door, he tried to stick his head and hand out only to get the delivery but his plan backfired when Finn pushed the door harshly open all the way and shoved the delivery impatiently to him. In a split second, Finn realized what he was seeing.
“Well, I didn’t know you were that busy.”
“Uh, um, well, it’s laundry day, so…Uh, thanks anyway,” Ozzie wanted to close the door but was blocked by the crude cell.
“What’s the hurry? Don’t I get any tips for delivery services?”
“Um, well, my Master’s the one who holds the cash, so you can just get it from him…”
“Oh, I’ll take the tip dangling in front of me right now,” Finn grinned as he slammed the door shut and locked it, advancing towards Ozzie with a wicked grin.
“Don’t…Don’t you dare!” Ozzie shouted as he backed away. “You better get out or I’ll…”
“Or you’ll what? You’re miles away from your Master and everyone else, and frankly, ho, they don’t give a damn.”
Without warning, Finn pounced onto Ozzie, a hungry, lustful look strewn across his face. Ozzie tried to fight, and succeeded in landing a few punches and kicks on the cell, but Finn had the upper hand when his strength suddenly increased when he flexed out his claws and sharp spikes tore through the back of his shirt. His eyes turned from dark green to bright yellow as he bared out his razor-sharp teeth and clamped down on Ozzie’s neck, not exactly biting down but it still stung to the touch. Subduing him, Finn, without the courtesy of preparation or lube, zipped down his fly and thrust deep into Ozzie.
As Ozzie felt like he was being torn apart again and again, the only name he could scream out for help was his Master.
Ozzie fluttered his eyes open, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He saw Thrax’s trench-coat covering him like a blanket and looked up to see Thrax facing him in a very solemn way.
“Put on the coat. I can’t have you walking around with soiled pants, but you will wash it once we get to a new place.”
“Wh…Where are we going, Master?” Ozzie asked as he did as he was told.
“Out of here. They are going to quarantine this place.”
So saying, Ozzie saw people wearing protective suits coming in to carry the already dead Nana off the bed and out of the house while trying to calm down the grieving mother. Once they started arming themselves with disinfectant tanks and spraying nozzles, the duo took it as a cue to leave.
Carrying Ozzie over his shoulders, Thrax, using his claws, climbed up the wall to reach to higher ground as the people in suits sprayed every nook and cranny of the room. The virus saw a tiny crack up in the ceiling and made his way there as quickly as he could, praying that he could make it on time. The disinfectant spray barely nicked him on the shoes as he hauled Ozzie into the crack before climbing in after him.
“That was a close one,” Thrax sighed in relief as he rotated his shoulders to remove the cricks. Ozzie automatically went up to him to help him massage the area.
“Where should we go now, Master?”
“Patience. In a place like this, our ride is bound to show up.”
Ozzie didn’t know what he meant, but him being the experienced traveler, he decided to trust his words. As they sat there waiting, Thrax ran his claws through the cell’s hair, stroking it like he was a pet. Ozzie fingered his collar and tried his luck asking the thing he had been dying to ask.
“Why me, Master?”
“Hmm?” Thrax hummed, his hand still stroking Ozzie’s hair.
“Why me? Of all the cells in Frank you could’ve taken along with, why me?”
“I’ve told you why.”
“Even so, why did you even bother taking me anyway? You could’ve just flown away as soon as you escaped from the falsie. You could’ve just left me stranded there on Shane and left me to my fate. Why did you…?”
His question was muffled by a pair of lips capturing his. He wanted to pull back from it but Thrax held him firmly, his tongue tracing along the cell’s lips, urging him to open up and let him in. Reluctantly he did, feeling the virus’ tongue invading his mouth, engaging him in a slow tongue dance. Ozzie tried to copy him, thinking that was what he wanted him to do. Before he knew it, Ozzie melted into that passionate kiss, allowing himself to drown into this warm and fuzzy emotion. By the time the virus released his oral hold on him, Ozzie’s lips were swollen red and his cheeks a bright crimson.
“You will understand sooner or later.”
“What do you mean…”
“Our ride is here.”
Ozzie looked towards the direction Thrax was looking, his question momentarily put on hold. Scurrying towards them in tiny pattering footsteps was a huge common house rat. Its black oily fur shone as it caught the light that came in through the cracks of the ceiling floor as it moved in its deliberately slow and cautious way. Again, Thrax hoisted Ozzie up his shoulders and stood at the ready.
“Hang on tight, baby. It’s gonna be a bumpy ride.”
Ozzie rolled his eyes. Great, he thought, Avoid the question now, will ya?
Thrax timed his movements right: he waited for the rat to stop momentarily in front of him, made a high jump, landing right on the rat’s tail, and held onto it tight. Once the rat came out of the ceiling, down the drain and stopped at the nearest trashcan to feed, Thrax put Ozzie down and made him run after him to enter the rat’s body through the rat’s ear.
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With his killer claw armed, Thrax approached one of the more articulate cells to take them to whoever was in charge of running the city. The cell, who looked like he had a severe case of a bad hair day, led them to the brain centre, which was heavily guarded, and took them to what seemed like the mayor’s office. The chair had its back facing them, so before the cell could introduce them to whoever sat on that chair, Thrax boldly stepped up and greeted.
“Hey, baby. How’s it hangin’?”
The chair spun round to reveal not a brain cell, but a virus who had black skin and white dreadlocks combed to one side. When he smiled, he had fangs like a vampire and he stood almost as tall as Thrax. He was wearing a grunge outfit with piercings on his left eye, his nose and one side of his lips. He gave a high-five with his black claws at Thrax while holding a leash that was connected to a collar around a brain cell’s neck. The brain cell himself looked just as crude and ugly as their escort.
“Hey there, Thrax my man! You’re lookin’ fine today!”
“How long did it take you to subdue the mayor?” Thrax pointed at the brain cell who was crouching next to the office table glaring at them with a vengeance.
Ozzie widened his eyes at this, thinking in disbelief, That is the mayor?!
“In one day’s flat,” the black virus replied. “I tell ya, these rat cities are so easy to play with. Give ‘em a bit of the shaking up and they’ll lick your boots just to stay alive,” the black virus shifted his gaze to Ozzie, “and who’s this fine-looking pretty thing here?”
“My pet,” Thrax replied, holding Ozzie close to him. “The name’s Osmosis Jones, but you can call him Ozzie. His friends call him that.”
“Which rat did you spring him from?”
“I’m done doing rats, remember? This baby here is from a real human city. The City of Downtown Frank, as a matter of fact.”
“No way!” the black virus exclaimed in awe. “Get out! C’mon, you’re spittin’ me!”
“Nope,” Thrax shook his head proudly. “He’s from the city that finally got me recognized in the medical books. In fact, we just done crashing our last victim there in that dingy home your body was living off in.”
“You mean that fat ass Nana who always leaves crumbs on the bed for my body’s midnight snack? Far out!” the black virus grinned, then held out his hand to offer it to shake with Ozzie’s, “The name’s Cox. Pure-bred son of Thalos of the Black Death. Nice to meet cha!”
Ozzie waited for Thrax to allow him to shake his hand before doing so, “Hi. Osmosis Jones. Immunity cell.”
“Wicked! You’re from the feds?” Cox rubbed his chin with interest as he circled around Ozzie, admiring him. “You’re too pretty to be a cop. Is he for sharing?”
“No,” Thrax gave him a warning glare. “You may be my half-strain cousin but he is off limits.”
“OK, OK, chill,” Cox held up his hands in surrender, then leaned near Ozzie a little and muttered, “Got that streak from his mother. I swear Dengue Fever viruses are the most possessive lovers ever. Drove his father mad, she did.”
“You done revealing my family’s skeletons now?” Thrax growled as he pulled Ozzie close until he was behind him. “Do we get to bunk in or what? Where’s your next stop?”
“Somewhere in Buffalo. I heard Serione is there. We might get there in about 3 days tops, if we take the sewage area and swim along the current through the underground. In the meantime, you can take the guesthouse at the Cornea Central. Great view from there.”
“Alright. I’ll have your escort take me there. Don’t wanna bother your quality time with your pet.”
“Cool. You know where it is, don’t cha, Finn?” Cox looked at the bad-hair-day escort, in which he nodded. He then turned to Thrax and said, “Hey, Thrax my man. Wanna join us for lunch later? Majah and the kids hadn’t seen you in years!”
“I’ll give it a rain check.”
Once Thrax’s back was turned, Cox winked flirtatiously at Ozzie, making the cell look away in disgust and followed after Thrax quietly with only one thought in mind.
Are all Thrax’s extended family that bizarre??
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“C’mere, baby. Help me fix my clothes.”
Ozzie immediately tended to him. He could only assume that Thrax was wearing clothes that were already there in the guesthouse wardrobe for any visitors of the extended family who came to stay. Ozzie tried to hide a smile as he helped Thrax to button and tuck in the long-sleeved white shirt and fixed his collar and belted up the black pressed pants. Thrax did not look good in white, but he wasn’t entirely that bad-looking either. Thrax ordered Ozzie to undo a few of his buttons to show off his chest so that he would not look like some school boy fresh out of college.
“You’re going to your cousin’s lunch, Master?” Ozzie asked.
“As much as I don’t want to, I have to,” Thrax rolled his eyes in contempt. “Or Cox will make me suffer the guilt of an ingrate. He enjoys doing that.”
“How did you know he was here in this body?”
“I don’t. It’s more of luck, really. Many of my extended families are spread out in a lot of rats’ bodies across the globe, with only a few hundred thousand that are not occupied and run by them, especially the mice category. I just had a feeling that I might just meet someone I know here.”
“He said your mother is a Dengue Fever virus. Is that where you get your heat signature from?”
“Technically yes. You can say I’m a mutated strain from their combined DNA. I inherited certain features from both of them, yet I do not produce the same viral symptoms of either of them. It’s like I’m an entirely independent virus born of their strain. Happens rarely, about one in every 1,000 generations of the virus strain. Pretty unique, ain’t it?”
“Um…Yeah, I guess,” Ozzie replied as he finished helping Thrax to put his shoes on.
“What’s the matter, baby? Why the sudden interest in my family tree?” Thrax smirked devilishly at the cell.
“Nothing important,” Ozzie looked away, his cheeks a little red. “Just curious, is all. Am I not coming along with you?”
“No. I know Cox. He may already have a wife and children, but his sexuality is diverse and abundant. In other words, he shags anything that moves. His wife is just as bad as he is. You are my property, remember? No one is to touch what is mine.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Cox’s taste in clothes is a disaster,” Thrax grimaced at his clothes, “but I guess it’ll make do. You, on the other hand, are not allowed to wear anything from here. None of them suits you, and I will not have my pet be anything less.”
“But…But what should I wear? The clothes are not going to dry that quickly, and I can’t exactly walk around in a towel all day.”
Thrax tapped his chin and looked around. He went to the wardrobe and scanned through the clothes that were there, imagining them on Ozzie only to shake his head in disapproval. He was about to go to the coat closet to find something decent to put on for his pet when he spied at the corner of his eye something hanging on the kitchen door. He turned around to see that it was a kitchen apron that bore a lot of frills along the shoulder sleeves and the bottom part of the apron, looking like it was one of those accessory clothing that were part of a maid’s outfit. Thrax smirked and took the apron down, flinging it at Ozzie.
“Put this on then,” Thrax said casually.
“T…This?? Master, this is worse than walking around with the towel on! You can’t possibly…”
“Am I sensing a little punishment time here?”
Ozzie bit his lip. Thrax had his belt on and he knew that if he said another word, it’ll be a week before he’ll be able to sit down properly. Quietly, he put on the apron and tied the lace behind his back before removing the towel around him.
“Now, was that so bad?” Thrax asked as he tickled Ozzie’s chin. “You’re allowed to wear your clothes again once it’s dry, but when I come home, I expect to see that apron still on you, you hear me?”
“Yes, Master,” Ozzie replied. In other words, regardless if he had his clothes on or not, Thrax had intended him to look like a maid today.
“I’ll be back soon, alright, baby?”
Ozzie nodded as Thrax gave the cell a peck on the forehead. Ozzie sent his master off and waited until he shut the door before he touched the part Thrax kissed. The same feeling he had when he held Thrax’s manhood for the first time surfaced inside his heart again, making him feel like there was a lump in his chest.
Why? Ozzie thought to himself. Why can’t I hate it anymore…?
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Suddenly he heard the doorbell rang. He went to the door and asked from the inside.
“Who is it?”
“Delivery from Mr. Cox to Mr. Ozzie,” a raspy voice from the other side of the door replied.
Ozzie was surprised and nervous. It sounded like Finn who led them to meet Cox earlier. Why would he be delivering something to him? Why would he even want to send something at a time when he was almost naked for the whole world to see?!
“Just leave it outside. I’ll take it from there. I’m a little…busy right now.”
“Mr. Cox’s orders to send delivery directly to Mr. Ozzie personally.”
Ozzie was at wit’s end. How was he going to show himself outside like this? If he didn’t take the delivery off Finn’s hands, he would offend Cox and indirectly embarrass Thrax, but if he did take the delivery, he would be showing himself off to Finn without Thrax’s permission and if Thrax caught wind of it, he’d get punished as well. It was a lose-lose situation for him either way.
Damn it, damn it, Frank-dammit! Ozzie scratched his head exasperatedly. Why of all times, you had to come now?! What should I do? What should I do?!
“Mr. Ozzie?” Finn’s voice sounded impatient.
Maybe…Maybe I can just stick my head and hand out. Don’t open the door all the way. Yeah, that should work…
“Coming,” Ozzie replied out loud and decided to stick with the game plan. Unlocking the door, he tried to stick his head and hand out only to get the delivery but his plan backfired when Finn pushed the door harshly open all the way and shoved the delivery impatiently to him. In a split second, Finn realized what he was seeing.
“Well, I didn’t know you were that busy.”
“Uh, um, well, it’s laundry day, so…Uh, thanks anyway,” Ozzie wanted to close the door but was blocked by the crude cell.
“What’s the hurry? Don’t I get any tips for delivery services?”
“Um, well, my Master’s the one who holds the cash, so you can just get it from him…”
“Oh, I’ll take the tip dangling in front of me right now,” Finn grinned as he slammed the door shut and locked it, advancing towards Ozzie with a wicked grin.
“Don’t…Don’t you dare!” Ozzie shouted as he backed away. “You better get out or I’ll…”
“Or you’ll what? You’re miles away from your Master and everyone else, and frankly, ho, they don’t give a damn.”
Without warning, Finn pounced onto Ozzie, a hungry, lustful look strewn across his face. Ozzie tried to fight, and succeeded in landing a few punches and kicks on the cell, but Finn had the upper hand when his strength suddenly increased when he flexed out his claws and sharp spikes tore through the back of his shirt. His eyes turned from dark green to bright yellow as he bared out his razor-sharp teeth and clamped down on Ozzie’s neck, not exactly biting down but it still stung to the touch. Subduing him, Finn, without the courtesy of preparation or lube, zipped down his fly and thrust deep into Ozzie.
As Ozzie felt like he was being torn apart again and again, the only name he could scream out for help was his Master.
Poison-Chp4
Ozzie walked slowly towards the gate entrance of the brain department, wearing his midriffs and quarter pants. This time, Thrax had got him a new pair of boots like his to compliment the clothes, so that he didn’t have to walk around barefooted all the time. As Thrax put it, he didn’t want to ‘hurt his baby’s feet’, so to speak. He took a deep breath and walked past all the cars that were moving through the security access, ignoring the drivers and passengers of the cars staring at him, some of them whistling at him in a flirtatious way. It was a no-brainer that everyone present thought he was a male hooker, especially in those scanty clothes.
He didn’t want to do this at first. In fact he actually protested loudly against it in front of the whole group when they were deciding on using him as a distraction to get him and the main group in while the others work on making Nana look like she was catching the common cold, just as Thrax did Frank, to put off the feds. Thrax smiled and told everyone that Ozzie was just a little nervous and being modest, and assured them that he would do whatever his Master asked, but as soon as they went home to their private chalet, Ozzie knew too late that he had behaved wrongly and that he had no options to back out from this after about 5 long minutes of being spanked with the belt until he almost couldn’t walk properly.
Embarrass me in public and disobey me again and I will make you wish you were never born, Ozzie remembered him saying after reducing him into another teary, begging mess from the punishment he received, and remembered waking up briefly in the middle of the night to feel something cold and soothing rubbed on his painful bruises on his ass and a harsh bark from Thrax to ignore it and go back to sleep. Now, as he realized that his butt didn’t hurt as much as last night as he walked, he wondered if it had anything to do with his Master last night.
“Hey there, pretty thing. Watcha doing here?” Ozzie was greeted by the security guard that was in charge of monitoring the cars that went into the brain department. His partner looked at him in disapproval.
“Keep your eyes on the cars, Max, not on the ho-s. You there, get outta here! This is a restricted area!”
“Aww, c’mon, Hilton,” the said Max tried to ease off his partner. “He’s just lookin’ for a good time, ain’t cha, pretty thing? ‘Sides, that was the last car. There won’t be any more cars late at night after this. You love those cars so much, be my guest,” he then turned to Ozzie and continued, “So, what can I do for you, sweet thing?”
“I’m kinda wanna get in,” Ozzie scratched his chin nervously, “coz I got a call for a job from someone who said he worked here. I was kinda hopin’ like you guys could let me in. Y’know, gimme a clearance pass or somethin’…”
“Outta the question, bitch!” the partner Hilton pushed Max aside before Max could say anything. “Nobody enters here unless they are personnel from the brain department. Unless you actually work here, you better beat it!”
“Hey, c’mon, Hilton,” Max protested. “You’re scaring him. Don’t mind him, he’s just a little on the UST side, y’know, ‘unresolved sexual tension’?”
“I am not having unresolved sexual tension!” Hilton shouted at him. “Can you take anything seriously for once?!”
“Please, guys, just this once?” Ozzie pleaded, giving them the look he used to give the Chief or Leah whenever he wanted something desperately from them. “My boss will have my neck if I don’t meet the quota. I mean, this guy pays well…”
“I said beat it, ho! You’re not welcomed here…”
Ozzie suddenly let out a gasp as he fell into Hilton’s arms. Gripping hard at the older cell’s sleeves, he realized that he had totally forgotten about that.
“Hey, hey, wassup with you?” Hilton tried (but not exactly trying really hard) to push Ozzie away. “Don’t think for one minute that you can just reel me in or anything!”
“S…Sorry…I got, um, weak ankles…” Ozzie tried to give an excuse but let out another yelp as it happened again. He fell deeper into Hilton’s arms, crossing his legs as he tried to hold back his moans. No…No more, Master…Please… Ozzie begged inwardly, feeling very embarrassed as it was.
“What is that sound?” Max came close to Ozzie and looked down to see the younger cell’s crossed legs. His eyes lit up with interest and tapped Hilton’s shoulder, “Well, well, well. Would you look at that, Hilton?”
Hilton looked towards the direction his partner was pointing and noticed an abnormal bulge between Ozzie’s legs. Pulling the cell into their security booth, they saw that Ozzie’s crotch was in a rather abnormal shape and it was actually vibrating. Max reached down to pull off Ozzie’s pants to reveal that the cell’s manhood was actually sandwiched between two little remote-controlled vibrators that were tied together with plastic string. The vibrators vibrated from slow to fast in intervals, making the poor cell squirm, the tip of his cock leaking with pre-cum. Max and Hilton looked at each other and back at Ozzie questioningly.
“The…The client I’m meeting…We…We’ve met this morning and…and…he put it on me before he came to work…This…This is his calling card, that’s why…” Ozzie tried to explain his way out of it. Last thing he wanted was to tell them the truth and get punished—or killed—by Thrax. Besides, who would believe him anyway especially now that he gave this sort of impression to the security guards?
The security guards looked at each other again for a few moments. Hilton jerked his head at Max to check outside, in which Max complied, looking out to see if there were any cars coming in. Seeing that there was none, he pressed the button to lock down the gate entrance and closed the door of the booth.
“Well, we might give you a break, just this once,” Hilton said as he loosened his tie a little. “But only if you let us have our way with you first.”
“Um…Well…” Ozzie didn’t know how to reply that. This was not part of the plan. He had not foreseen this happening.
“Now you’re talking!” Max grinned as he clapped his partner’s back. “I’m sure your client wouldn’t mind letting us have a go on you now, would he? What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
“But it would definitely hurt you.”
Without warning, the two security guards were grabbed by the back of their head and shoved through the controls of the booth. Both of them let out a long strangled scream as they twitched and jerked from the electrical current that surged through their whole body, literally burning them alive. It felt like eternity as Ozzie watched the poor guards shriveled into a thin frame and slumped to the floor, the smell of burnt membrane stung his nose.
“I was right, baby,” Thrax’s voice finally reached the cell’s ears, bringing him back to focus. “You need a vibrator, and the vibrator needs you. What a perfect combination you two are.”
“I thought you said no one is allowed to touch me,” Ozzie said grudgingly as he put on his pants.
“I meant what I said, baby. Didn’t you see what I’ve done to those who do?”
“You made them touch me in the first place.”
“Aww, baby. Are you upset now? My bad,” Thrax said as he pulled Ozzie close to kiss his forehead. “You weren’t really giving much initiative to distract the guards from seeing us. I had to give you a hand. But look at the bright side, all our men have infiltrated the place, thanks to you. You did a pretty good job. Now it’s off to the hypothalamus chamber for us.”
“Can you take off the vibrators now? Please?” Ozzie frowned as he followed Thrax to join the others who were waiting at the secret entrance into the brain centre.
“Not yet,” Thrax said as he took out the remote control from his pocket and pushed the level up to about a quarter, making the cell wince and fall on his knees, the colour started to form around his cheeks. “I want you to enjoy it some more. I want to see how wet you can get without being able to cum. You’re still not entirely done being punished yet from last night, remember? Come now, baby. You don’t want to make them wait.”
Ozzie gritted his teeth and struggled to get back on his feet before following behind Thrax’s wake, trying to ignore the vibration that was bringing his cock back to life again.
“Yes, Master.”
Because most of the immunity was either stuck at the brain centre being arrested or at the common cold sites, there was not enough backup to give chase after Thrax and Ozzie. Thrax, using his killer claw to scrape against the uvula floorboard, took Ozzie tight in his arms and braced for the impact as the irritation he created from the scrape forced Nana to cough them out. They rode with the wind and glided to the nearest spot they could get before they sat there and watched as the inhabitants of the city of Nana crumbled and burned away along with her. Ozzie saw the medicine bottle for coughs and colds and a wet towel put across her forehead, but he knew it would not do her any good.
There was going to be tears the next morning. Thrax made sure of that.
“A job well done, ain’t it, baby?”
“Um…Yeah…” Ozzie muttered. He would’ve felt bad for Nana if it weren’t for the thing between his legs that was briefly forgotten because of the excitement.
“What is it, baby? Something bothering you?” Thrax turned to him and saw the perplexed way Ozzie hugged his legs close to his chest, his breathing erratic. “Oh, I see. We almost forgot about that one, didn’t we?”
So saying, Thrax took out the remote control he still kept in his pocket and upped the vibration level a notch, making Ozzie yelp as he arched his back to the sensation.
“Let me see how wet have you become. Spread your legs for me.”
Ozzie, trembling as he went, sat with his legs spread in front of Thrax. There was quite a big wet patch where his crotch was supposed to be and as the vibrator carried on its ministrations on Ozzie’s manhood, it got even bigger, totally drenched with his pre-cum.
“No…No more…Master, please…I can’t…”
“That’s not exactly my problem, isn’t it, Jones?” Thrax chuckled as he turned off the vibrator. “You’ll have to cum alone on this.”
Ozzie couldn’t suppress the pout that formed on his lips over Thrax’s meanness.
“Do it for me, baby. Cum for me as I watch.”
Ozzie obeyed. He took off his pants and untied the tight string around his cock and removed the vibrators that held his release captive. Thanks to his partially infected body, the glow around his membrane made him very visible for the virus to see. He could feel Thrax’s yellow eyes bore into him as he reached his hand tentatively towards his own member and started pumping. Ozzie tried to suppress his moans by biting on his finger as he masturbated, but Thrax reached out his claw and pulled it out of his mouth.
“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you scream. Scream my name as you cum, baby.”
Ozzie finally let go of himself, moaning and groaning as he continued pumping himself into a frenzy. His breathing became more and more erratic as he could feel himself coming close to the edge. The inner explosion was just dying to come out since he had the vibrator on when he was distracting the guards at the brain centre and he knew it wouldn’t be long till he lost control. Thrax mischievously nudged his sac a little with the flat side of his normal claw to tease him and he was done for. Screaming out Thrax’s name, his seed exploded all over his hand and stomach, his body arching in an almost impossible angle as he rode out the tremors before finally slumping onto the flat ground beneath him, gasping breathlessly. Thrax leaned forward to lick the cum that was on the cell’s hand.
“You did well, baby. If only you could see yourself now. You look so sexy.”
Ozzie could barely hear the last words as he fell into slumber from the afterglow.
He didn’t want to do this at first. In fact he actually protested loudly against it in front of the whole group when they were deciding on using him as a distraction to get him and the main group in while the others work on making Nana look like she was catching the common cold, just as Thrax did Frank, to put off the feds. Thrax smiled and told everyone that Ozzie was just a little nervous and being modest, and assured them that he would do whatever his Master asked, but as soon as they went home to their private chalet, Ozzie knew too late that he had behaved wrongly and that he had no options to back out from this after about 5 long minutes of being spanked with the belt until he almost couldn’t walk properly.
Embarrass me in public and disobey me again and I will make you wish you were never born, Ozzie remembered him saying after reducing him into another teary, begging mess from the punishment he received, and remembered waking up briefly in the middle of the night to feel something cold and soothing rubbed on his painful bruises on his ass and a harsh bark from Thrax to ignore it and go back to sleep. Now, as he realized that his butt didn’t hurt as much as last night as he walked, he wondered if it had anything to do with his Master last night.
“Hey there, pretty thing. Watcha doing here?” Ozzie was greeted by the security guard that was in charge of monitoring the cars that went into the brain department. His partner looked at him in disapproval.
“Keep your eyes on the cars, Max, not on the ho-s. You there, get outta here! This is a restricted area!”
“Aww, c’mon, Hilton,” the said Max tried to ease off his partner. “He’s just lookin’ for a good time, ain’t cha, pretty thing? ‘Sides, that was the last car. There won’t be any more cars late at night after this. You love those cars so much, be my guest,” he then turned to Ozzie and continued, “So, what can I do for you, sweet thing?”
“I’m kinda wanna get in,” Ozzie scratched his chin nervously, “coz I got a call for a job from someone who said he worked here. I was kinda hopin’ like you guys could let me in. Y’know, gimme a clearance pass or somethin’…”
“Outta the question, bitch!” the partner Hilton pushed Max aside before Max could say anything. “Nobody enters here unless they are personnel from the brain department. Unless you actually work here, you better beat it!”
“Hey, c’mon, Hilton,” Max protested. “You’re scaring him. Don’t mind him, he’s just a little on the UST side, y’know, ‘unresolved sexual tension’?”
“I am not having unresolved sexual tension!” Hilton shouted at him. “Can you take anything seriously for once?!”
“Please, guys, just this once?” Ozzie pleaded, giving them the look he used to give the Chief or Leah whenever he wanted something desperately from them. “My boss will have my neck if I don’t meet the quota. I mean, this guy pays well…”
“I said beat it, ho! You’re not welcomed here…”
Ozzie suddenly let out a gasp as he fell into Hilton’s arms. Gripping hard at the older cell’s sleeves, he realized that he had totally forgotten about that.
“Hey, hey, wassup with you?” Hilton tried (but not exactly trying really hard) to push Ozzie away. “Don’t think for one minute that you can just reel me in or anything!”
“S…Sorry…I got, um, weak ankles…” Ozzie tried to give an excuse but let out another yelp as it happened again. He fell deeper into Hilton’s arms, crossing his legs as he tried to hold back his moans. No…No more, Master…Please… Ozzie begged inwardly, feeling very embarrassed as it was.
“What is that sound?” Max came close to Ozzie and looked down to see the younger cell’s crossed legs. His eyes lit up with interest and tapped Hilton’s shoulder, “Well, well, well. Would you look at that, Hilton?”
Hilton looked towards the direction his partner was pointing and noticed an abnormal bulge between Ozzie’s legs. Pulling the cell into their security booth, they saw that Ozzie’s crotch was in a rather abnormal shape and it was actually vibrating. Max reached down to pull off Ozzie’s pants to reveal that the cell’s manhood was actually sandwiched between two little remote-controlled vibrators that were tied together with plastic string. The vibrators vibrated from slow to fast in intervals, making the poor cell squirm, the tip of his cock leaking with pre-cum. Max and Hilton looked at each other and back at Ozzie questioningly.
“The…The client I’m meeting…We…We’ve met this morning and…and…he put it on me before he came to work…This…This is his calling card, that’s why…” Ozzie tried to explain his way out of it. Last thing he wanted was to tell them the truth and get punished—or killed—by Thrax. Besides, who would believe him anyway especially now that he gave this sort of impression to the security guards?
The security guards looked at each other again for a few moments. Hilton jerked his head at Max to check outside, in which Max complied, looking out to see if there were any cars coming in. Seeing that there was none, he pressed the button to lock down the gate entrance and closed the door of the booth.
“Well, we might give you a break, just this once,” Hilton said as he loosened his tie a little. “But only if you let us have our way with you first.”
“Um…Well…” Ozzie didn’t know how to reply that. This was not part of the plan. He had not foreseen this happening.
“Now you’re talking!” Max grinned as he clapped his partner’s back. “I’m sure your client wouldn’t mind letting us have a go on you now, would he? What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”
“But it would definitely hurt you.”
Without warning, the two security guards were grabbed by the back of their head and shoved through the controls of the booth. Both of them let out a long strangled scream as they twitched and jerked from the electrical current that surged through their whole body, literally burning them alive. It felt like eternity as Ozzie watched the poor guards shriveled into a thin frame and slumped to the floor, the smell of burnt membrane stung his nose.
“I was right, baby,” Thrax’s voice finally reached the cell’s ears, bringing him back to focus. “You need a vibrator, and the vibrator needs you. What a perfect combination you two are.”
“I thought you said no one is allowed to touch me,” Ozzie said grudgingly as he put on his pants.
“I meant what I said, baby. Didn’t you see what I’ve done to those who do?”
“You made them touch me in the first place.”
“Aww, baby. Are you upset now? My bad,” Thrax said as he pulled Ozzie close to kiss his forehead. “You weren’t really giving much initiative to distract the guards from seeing us. I had to give you a hand. But look at the bright side, all our men have infiltrated the place, thanks to you. You did a pretty good job. Now it’s off to the hypothalamus chamber for us.”
“Can you take off the vibrators now? Please?” Ozzie frowned as he followed Thrax to join the others who were waiting at the secret entrance into the brain centre.
“Not yet,” Thrax said as he took out the remote control from his pocket and pushed the level up to about a quarter, making the cell wince and fall on his knees, the colour started to form around his cheeks. “I want you to enjoy it some more. I want to see how wet you can get without being able to cum. You’re still not entirely done being punished yet from last night, remember? Come now, baby. You don’t want to make them wait.”
Ozzie gritted his teeth and struggled to get back on his feet before following behind Thrax’s wake, trying to ignore the vibration that was bringing his cock back to life again.
“Yes, Master.”
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Thrax and Ozzie sat on the shelf of Nana’s doll collection as they watched the obese girl slowly slipped away. The mission, as Thrax would put it, was a success. After the immunity force radioed in to tell that they have succeeded in diverting the feds to pay attention on the common cold symptoms, Thrax and his team moved on to do their hypothalamus grand heist. While the team subdued the securities and knocked out the mayor and his aide, Thrax and Ozzie made their way to the hypothalamus chamber. The virus got rid of the professors there with ease and Ozzie was told to stand back and watch while Thrax broke the barrier and extracted the hypothalamus DNA from the huge rotating chromosome. Ozzie was fascinated and terrified at the same time, watching firsthand how Thrax was able to do what he had done to Frank. Putting the DNA into his chain, he slashed the immunity cells that came to report in their progress into half and made his getaway, carrying Ozzie with him. Before they knew they were betrayed, Thrax had already jumped out of the window with Ozzie and deserted them at the brain centre, gliding away towards the mouth area.Because most of the immunity was either stuck at the brain centre being arrested or at the common cold sites, there was not enough backup to give chase after Thrax and Ozzie. Thrax, using his killer claw to scrape against the uvula floorboard, took Ozzie tight in his arms and braced for the impact as the irritation he created from the scrape forced Nana to cough them out. They rode with the wind and glided to the nearest spot they could get before they sat there and watched as the inhabitants of the city of Nana crumbled and burned away along with her. Ozzie saw the medicine bottle for coughs and colds and a wet towel put across her forehead, but he knew it would not do her any good.
There was going to be tears the next morning. Thrax made sure of that.
“A job well done, ain’t it, baby?”
“Um…Yeah…” Ozzie muttered. He would’ve felt bad for Nana if it weren’t for the thing between his legs that was briefly forgotten because of the excitement.
“What is it, baby? Something bothering you?” Thrax turned to him and saw the perplexed way Ozzie hugged his legs close to his chest, his breathing erratic. “Oh, I see. We almost forgot about that one, didn’t we?”
So saying, Thrax took out the remote control he still kept in his pocket and upped the vibration level a notch, making Ozzie yelp as he arched his back to the sensation.
“Let me see how wet have you become. Spread your legs for me.”
Ozzie, trembling as he went, sat with his legs spread in front of Thrax. There was quite a big wet patch where his crotch was supposed to be and as the vibrator carried on its ministrations on Ozzie’s manhood, it got even bigger, totally drenched with his pre-cum.
“No…No more…Master, please…I can’t…”
“That’s not exactly my problem, isn’t it, Jones?” Thrax chuckled as he turned off the vibrator. “You’ll have to cum alone on this.”
Ozzie couldn’t suppress the pout that formed on his lips over Thrax’s meanness.
“Do it for me, baby. Cum for me as I watch.”
Ozzie obeyed. He took off his pants and untied the tight string around his cock and removed the vibrators that held his release captive. Thanks to his partially infected body, the glow around his membrane made him very visible for the virus to see. He could feel Thrax’s yellow eyes bore into him as he reached his hand tentatively towards his own member and started pumping. Ozzie tried to suppress his moans by biting on his finger as he masturbated, but Thrax reached out his claw and pulled it out of his mouth.
“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you scream. Scream my name as you cum, baby.”
Ozzie finally let go of himself, moaning and groaning as he continued pumping himself into a frenzy. His breathing became more and more erratic as he could feel himself coming close to the edge. The inner explosion was just dying to come out since he had the vibrator on when he was distracting the guards at the brain centre and he knew it wouldn’t be long till he lost control. Thrax mischievously nudged his sac a little with the flat side of his normal claw to tease him and he was done for. Screaming out Thrax’s name, his seed exploded all over his hand and stomach, his body arching in an almost impossible angle as he rode out the tremors before finally slumping onto the flat ground beneath him, gasping breathlessly. Thrax leaned forward to lick the cum that was on the cell’s hand.
“You did well, baby. If only you could see yourself now. You look so sexy.”
Ozzie could barely hear the last words as he fell into slumber from the afterglow.
Poison-Chp3
“You want me to wear that?”
Ozzie looked incredulously at the clothes that were laid before him on the motel bed. Thrax grinned.
“Of course. I’m your Master, and as your Master, I insist you wear something that compliments me for tonight’s journey.”
Ozzie picked up the shirt and studied it. Not exactly a decent-looking shirt, considering that it was some sort of flexible black fabric that only reached past his chest.
“This is a friggin’ girl’s midriffs!” Ozzie exclaimed. “You expectin’ me to go with you wearing girl’s clothes?!”
“Given your attitude, I wouldn’t put past you whining and griping like one anyway and,” Thrax flexed out his killer claw, its glow menacing and threatening, “I’d hate to punish a pretty lil’ baby like you, don’t you agree, Jones?”
Ozzie shrank back. As much as he liked to scream his head off and protest till the cows come home, he still valued his life. He hung his head low.
“Y-Yes, of course, Master.”
“Good boy,” Thrax retracted his claw and patted the cell’s head, making the cell flinch. “Now put them on and throw out that ridiculous outfit you cling so much to. The slumber party is about to start.”
Reluctantly, he nodded and made his way to the bathroom to change. Ever since Thrax burnt off his clothes to infect him with his viral DNA, Ozzie had no choice but to rely on wearing the motel’s spare shirt and pants kept in the wardrobe, which made him occasionally itch. He was glad to be rid of them now, but wasn’t exactly too thrilled to don his new ones.
“Are you done? Don’t keep me waiting, baby. I don’t want to be late.”
Praying to Frank that he would not look ridiculous, he quickly put on the clothes Thrax gave him. As soon as he came out of the bathroom, Thrax admired his handiwork. As suspected by Ozzie, the black shirt was a sleeveless midriff that reached just below the cell’s chest, revealing his middle. His pants were a quarter long that only ran as far as down half of Ozzie’s thighs. The only thing that contrasted was the cell’s shoes.
“Take the shoes off. You won’t be needing them any longer.”
“N…Not my suede-s! It cost me a fortune to…”
Thrax’s killer claw twitched a little as a warning. It was all Ozzie needed to obey him. Sadly, he toed off the shoes and stood there forlornly, awaiting his Master’s next orders.
“Turn around.”
Ozzie did as he was told. The clothes were not only flexible but body-fitting as well. The pants wrapped itself just right around Ozzie’s ass, pronouncing the shape perfectly. Thrax told him to turn around again and tapped his chin thoughtfully.
“Still missing something…” Thrax noted while playing with his hypothalamus chain he confiscated from Ozzie last night. Looking at the chain, it gave him an idea, “C’mere, baby.”
Ozzie walked tentatively towards the virus. Impatient, the virus pulled him closer and put the chain around Ozzie’s neck. He maneuvered until the part with the hypothalamus DNA was entirely around Ozzie’s neck before using his killer claw to cut the chain, then heated up the chain to connect the loose ends on Ozzie’s neck together, fashioning a collar. He later connected the other half of the chain he cut out and fingered it again in his hand, smiling proudly.
“Now you look absolutely stunning, baby,” Thrax commented. “That’ll do for now. Once we move into the next city, we’ll see if we could get you a leash to go with that collar.”
Ozzie touched the hypothalamus chain that was now his collar. It felt soothingly cold around his neck, despite the fact that this was the exact DNA that regulated the temperature of the entire body. He had initially thought the DNA would be sort of warm to the touch, but he was mistaken.
“Shall we make a move, baby?”
As much as he didn’t like it, Ozzie had no choice but to take the virus’ hand and made their way out of their motel room into unknown territory.
Thrax and Ozzie blended in well with the crowd as they made their way to their intended quarters. Entering the city of Nana—that’s what one of the guests in the slumber party they leapt in was called—was surprisingly easier than expected. Nana was a sucker for man’s best friend and allowed the Pomeranian to lick her face till no end. The dumb owner of the saliva boat only needed to fall for Thrax’s compliments on his ‘wonderful vessel’ and immediately agreed to let them have a joyride. Once the mutt had its tongue all over Nana’s mouth, Thrax, holding Ozzie tight by the waist, leapt off the saliva boat and expertly glided in the air until he was able to land them both on Nana’s tongue.
Nana was a glutton who ate anything and everything and it was her insatiable appetite that contributed to the growth of the Love Handles Community in the city, in which Thrax and Ozzie were in at the moment. Like the body, its inhabitants were just as gluttonous. Only about a handful of the city’s people were truly concerned about Nana’s health but was met infuriatingly with the majority’s contentment to stay the way it was. It couldn’t get any better than this to lay low for the virus and the cell. As much as Ozzie hated to admit it, he knew Thrax would take this city down in no time flat.
After checking into a private chalet at the community’s six-fat hotel (posing as a rich, eccentric couple who valued their privacy) and doing a little bit of grocery shopping around the area (since everything served in the hotel was enough to clot all blood vessels of a human body), Thrax ordered Ozzie to fix dinner at the chalet kitchen. Where Thrax got the money for all this, Ozzie didn’t want to know.
“But…But I’m not much of a cook…” Ozzie replied, which was true. If he were left alone in the kitchen for two minutes, he would have to call the fire department. This little bachelor cell was highly dependent on take-outs, and it showed.
“Then you will learn,” Thrax replied. He eyed around the kitchen and saw a dusty-looking cookbook on the top shelf where the seasoning was supposed to be. He took it down and flung it at Ozzie. “Looks like you’re in luck. This chalet is being very accommodating. Get a move on, baby.”
Poor Ozzie had no choice but to comply lest he wanted to be punished again. Scanning through the cookbook to see whether any of the ingredients he had fit a particular dish, the cell set to work, following the instructions to rule as he sliced, diced, chopped and cooked their dinner. Thrax, who sat at the dining room reading the newspaper, stole a look at the serious Ozzie trying his best to make a decent meal and grinned, an evil thought coming across his mind.
“Working hard, I see?” Thrax said huskily as he came into the kitchen, taking a whiff at the food he was cooking. So far, so good.
“I…I’m almost done, Master…” Ozzie replied hurriedly. “Just give me a few more minutes…Ah, M-M-Master, what are you doing?”
Without warning, Thrax held Ozzie’s hands firmly onto the sides of the sink and put a glass on each of the back of his hands. He opened the bottle of cold coke they bought and poured its content into both glasses.
“Stay still and don’t spill,” Thrax ordered, “or you’ll be punished.”
So saying, Thrax reached to turn down the fire of the stove until it was simmering so that their dinner would not boil over. He took the coke bottle and touched the ice-cold bottom of it onto Ozzie’s cheek, making the cell tremble.
“M…Master…it’s so cold…” Ozzie whimpered.
“Yes, it does,” Thrax Thrax said in a low tone as he trailed the bottle along the cell’s jaw line. “Makes you feel good, doesn’t it? To feel a little bit of coldness on that warm, soft membrane of yours?”
“P…Please stop…It’s really cold…”
“I’m your Master and I can do whatever I want. Remember that, baby.”
“Y…Yes, Master…Do as you will to me…”
Thrax chuckled before removing the bottle off Ozzie’s face. He took a jar of pickles and took out one, sucking the sour-ish preserved solution off it. Ozzie wondered what he wanted to do with the pickle, but right now he had to concentrate on keeping the glasses balanced on his hands.
“You have never been entered before, have you, Jones?”
Ozzie looked at the virus with wide, confused eyes. What was he trying to imply on? Of course he had never been entered! He was a straight, honest-to-goodness cell who was interested in the female species! There was no way…The pickle soon became very clear to the cell as to Thrax’s intentions.
“Answer the question, Jones,” Thrax growled impatiently.
“N…No, Master…Never…”
“Which means you’re more or less a virgin, ain’t ya, baby?”
“Y…Yes, Master…” Ozzie stammered, thinking, If you mean virgin as in ‘that’ way, heck yeah!
“Since this is your first time, I’ll be easy on you,” Thrax said as he finished sucking and licking all the solution off the pickle. Capturing the cell’s waistband, he pulled the quarter pants down till his buttocks were showing. He then backed away to admire the perfectly-shaped ass.
“Take off the rest of the pants yourself, baby. I want to see you move.”
“B…But the drinks will spill…”
“Then you’ll just have to be careful now, won’t you? Stick your butt out more. Gyrate your hips more. Move more boldly, more daringly. Make that pants fall for you.”
Ozzie struggled to follow his orders. He could feel the glasses threatening to fall and tried to keep his hands as flat as possible while he moved his butt to work the pants off. After much struggling he managed to get the pants down all the way to his knees and let it slip down into a careless pool around his ankles. He sighed in relief as the glasses were still safely balanced on his hands, but he could feel the content of the glasses starting to trickle out from the brim.
“Good boy,” Thrax purred as he came close to Ozzie. He sucked the pickle some more for good measure before teasing the tip of the pickle around the cell’s entrance, making the poor cell gasp in shock. He probed the hole a little before saying, “Now this will burn just a little bit, but if you remain still and be a good boy, it’ll soon feel good. Understand?”
“Yes, Master,” Ozzie breathed, trying to ignore Thrax’s statement about it ‘burn just a little bit’.
Slowly, bit by bit, Thrax pushed the pickle into Ozzie’s hole. Ozzie bit his lip, trying hard not to scream out. Thrax was right; it actually had a slight burning pain for a moment but due to Ozzie’s physical structure and the saliva- (and solution-) coated pickle, it slid in quite easily and the pain disappeared as quickly as it came. Ozzie wanted to grip hard on the side of the sink but it would mean dropping the glasses. Thrax timed his thrusts with Ozzie’s labored breathing. Whenever he breathed in, Thrax would inch the pickle just a little bit deeper and when he breathed out, Thrax would pull it out but not all the way. Deeper and deeper the pickle went until it finally hit the spot that made Ozzie see stars in his mind’s eyes. Ozzie couldn’t control his body as it arched forward to this new sensation and, to his horror, made him drop both glasses onto the floor with a crash, spilling the coke everywhere.
“I told you not to spill it, didn’t I?” Thrax warned as he stopped his ministrations. “Now you are going to be punished.”
Ozzie trembled. He braced himself for the pull to the virus’ lap and be spanked, but somehow it never came. Instead, he heard the sound of a zipper being undone and the virus’ bark to turn around.
“Walk on your hands and knees to me,” Thrax ordered as he pulled himself out of his opened fly. When Ozzie was close enough, he gestured at Ozzie towards his manhood. “You know what to do, don’t you, baby?”
“I…I never done this before…” Ozzie admitted, staring at the member in trepidation.
“Now would be a good time to practice, wouldn’t it?” Thrax smirked, then took Ozzie’s hand and made him hold his manhood. “Start off by licking it slowly. Focus on the tip first, then make your way downwards.”
Ozzie swallowed for a moment before hesitantly sticking his tongue out to lick the tip. He flicked his tongue at the tip for a while, then started licking around it in circles, tasting a little of Thrax’s pre-cum as he went. Using his elasticity, he stretched his tongue until it wrapped around Thrax’s cock all the way to the hilt, licking every inch of it. He kept at it for a while, seeing that Thrax was purring in enjoyment and was obviously into it. After a while, the virus reached over to push Ozzie’s mouth deeper, inclining that he wanted more than just having tongue all over him. Ozzie opened his mouth wider and took in as much as he could, sucking him hard so as to please him.
“Move your head, baby. Suck and lick at the same time. You’re doing pretty good so far.”
Ozzie obeyed, bobbing his head in and out as he sucked, licking the hole of the head as he went. Thrax ran his claw through the cell’s hair as he growled in pleasure at the cell doing fellatio on him. It actually felt pretty good, considering that it was Ozzie’s first time doing this. The virus wondered whether Ozzie was truly as innocent as he claimed to be as Ozzie carried on, his lips sucking along the cock before putting it back in his mouth again, his fear and initial disgust over doing this sort of thing slowly dissipating. While he sucked and licked, the cell remembered that the pickle was still stuck in his anus and remembered the feeling when Thrax made the pickle hit on the spot that made him dizzy and ecstatic all over. Tentatively, he reached his hand over to the pickle and tried to copy what Thrax did to him. This time, the pickle hit it much faster and despite his mind screaming at him to stop this nonsense, his own cock came to life as Ozzie thrusts the pickle, assaulting the spot and making him moan in pleasure against his better judgment. Thrax could feel the vibration of Ozzie’s moan on his cock and saw him doing what he thought he would never do. He chuckled inwardly.
“Starting to be bolder now, aren’t you?” Thrax asked. “As I recall, I have not given you permission to touch yourself.”
Ozzie stopped thrusting and looked up at Thrax in fear. The virus could tell that Ozzie was trying to convey his frantic apologies through his eyes. He pushed Ozzie’s head to make him let go of his cock.
“I’m…I’m sorry, Master…I don’t know what got into me…”
“You’re starting to enjoy this, aren’t you, baby?”
“I…No…” Ozzie looked away in denial. “That’s not true…”
“Don’t bother denying, Jones. As your Master, I know everything that’s going in my own slave’s mind, even if you don’t know it yourself.”
So saying, he grabbed the cell’s shoulder and pushed him to the floor. Holding down Ozzie’s face against the floor with one hand, Thrax removed the pants off the cell’s ankles and made him raise his ass, spreading his legs apart. He took hold of the pickle and started thrusting hard, hitting the spot over and over again. Ozzie let out moan after moan as the bundle of nerves within him was assaulted and sending electrical jolts all over his body and hot white flashes going in and out in his mind’s eyes. Thrax chuckled deviously as he pressed the pickle even deeper, probing against the prostate in circles and making Ozzie scream even louder. Ozzie could feel the pit of his stomach tightened and was about to lose it.
“N…No…! Stop…! I’m…I’m going to cum…!!”
“Not yet. This is your punishment,” Thrax pushed the pickle harder and deeper into Ozzie before releasing his hold on Ozzie. “You are not to cum without my permission. You must make me cum first.”
Ozzie whined in protest at the loss but he had to comply with Thrax’s wishes, especially when the virus twitched his killer claw again as a warning. He got back on his knees and did his blowjob again, sucking and licking for all its worth. He tried to use his elasticity again, wrapping his tongue around the cock as he sucked to maximize his Master’s pleasure and make him cum quicker. Thrax growled again in pleasure and amusement as he watched the cell trying his best to make him cum. He picked him up and made him sit against the wall while he literally fucked his mouth.
“Don’t worry, baby,” Thrax said as he thrust into the cell’s mouth. “I won’t make you choke. Touch yourself. I want to see you fuck and pump yourself at the same time, but do not cum.”
A rational Ozzie would’ve downright protested against this, but now with the pickle in his ass and his cock begging for release, his aroused side couldn’t care less as he surrendered himself to this, throwing every rational thought out of the window. He took his manhood and the pickle and thrust and pumped at the same rhythm, while continuing to suck as much as he could at the virus’ man meat going in and out of his mouth. He wanted to hold back the incoming explosion within him as Thrax ordered, but the sensation was too much for him to bear, what with the pickle sending him pleasurable jolts now and again as his prostate was hit and the cock that he was masturbating throbbing painfully in his hand. His body could only hold back from the double assault for so long. Letting out a strangled and muffled scream, he lost control and climaxed all over his hand. A few moments later, Thrax followed after as he pulled out and squirted his seed all over the cell’s face. Both of them panted breathlessly as they rode out their tremors, Thrax leaning against the wall with his arms as support and Ozzie slumping against the wall, his hands fell to his sides.
“Didn’t I tell you not to cum before me?” Thrax growled as he put himself back in and zipped his fly. “You can’t hold back, can you? Just like a woman.”
Thrax pulled the pickle out, making the cell wince, and threw it out of the kitchen window. Whatever happens to the fate of that pickle was no longer their concern. He then picked up the pants and wiped the cum off the cell’s face.
“Finish making my dinner and wash these pants,” Thrax ordered. “You are not to eat until I’m done. You hear me?”
“Y…Yes, Master…” Ozzie breathed as his body slowly regained its motor skills. Slowly, he cleaned the floor of the coke and the broken glass and carried on making the dinner without his pants. He served the food on the table before making his way to wash his pants. While it dried, Ozzie sat across the table with a towel around his waist and watched as Thrax ate his dinner, hoping that it was to his satisfaction.
“You make a pretty fine dinner, baby. Didn’t think you had it in you.”
Ozzie lowered his head, not sure whether to thank him or just blush quietly. He didn’t think he had it in him either. Guess it’s true that desperate times make you do things you never knew you could do.
“Grab a plate. Have a taste of your own food. You deserve that much.”
Ozzie nodded and went quickly to the kitchen and returned with a plate. He scooped a generous amount into his plate and went to his seat before eating it. To his surprise, it actually tasted quite good.
“Eat up, baby. We will be meeting some people later. Our plan will be in motion soon.”
“So, do we have a deal?”
Ozzie looked warily at all the cells that were gathered around them while he was forced to sit on Thrax’s lap. Surprisingly, instead of approaching germs and bacteria-s to help him out with his master plan, Thrax had gone to the immunity force for help. Apparently there was quite a lot of corrupted cops in the city of Nana who wanted nothing more than to get out of this stupid, fat-infested body and move on to some place better than their sad excuse of a city, and they didn’t mind taking down the city if it meant freedom. He had arranged a secret meeting with the immunity force in a private booth at the local bar of the Love Handles Community and told them about his plans to take down the city through the hypothalamus grand heist, promising them that once his plan was complete, he will take them along with him along the ride to go to another body and to a better city. Everyone was thrilled with his charismatic promises, but Ozzie, through experience, knew that the virus had his fingers crossed behind his back.
“Is your little pet of yours coming along with our joyride?” one of the cops asked as he eyed Ozzie from head to toe. Ozzie could tell that look was nowhere near decent.
“He will be part of the plan, in a way,” Thrax replied. “He is the perfect example of how he managed to leave his city unscathed, so I assure you all that you will receive your dues.”
“He’s quite the looker there,” another cop said as he slid closer towards the cell. “Is he for the taking? I wouldn’t mind having a piece of him…”
Before the cop was able to touch Ozzie’s chin, Thrax flexed out his killer claw and slashed the hand off. The venom traveled up the poor cop’s arm and throughout the body and before he knew it, he was boiled alive, turning into a mass of red puddle on the seat he was sitting on, making the other cops cower away lest it would infect them as well.
“This baby is mine and mine only,” Thrax growled, brandishing his killer claw threateningly at each and every one present in the private booth while holding Ozzie possessively close to him. “Nobody, and I mean nobody, touches my property. Do I make myself clear?”
The cops all nodded in fear, promising profusely that they would not touch what was his. Thrax, after making sure everyone cowered in his mercy, retracted the claw and made Ozzie get off his lap and stand beside him so that he could discuss his plans a little more in-depth.
Ozzie was not sure whether to feel relieved or afraid of what just happened.
Ozzie looked incredulously at the clothes that were laid before him on the motel bed. Thrax grinned.
“Of course. I’m your Master, and as your Master, I insist you wear something that compliments me for tonight’s journey.”
Ozzie picked up the shirt and studied it. Not exactly a decent-looking shirt, considering that it was some sort of flexible black fabric that only reached past his chest.
“This is a friggin’ girl’s midriffs!” Ozzie exclaimed. “You expectin’ me to go with you wearing girl’s clothes?!”
“Given your attitude, I wouldn’t put past you whining and griping like one anyway and,” Thrax flexed out his killer claw, its glow menacing and threatening, “I’d hate to punish a pretty lil’ baby like you, don’t you agree, Jones?”
Ozzie shrank back. As much as he liked to scream his head off and protest till the cows come home, he still valued his life. He hung his head low.
“Y-Yes, of course, Master.”
“Good boy,” Thrax retracted his claw and patted the cell’s head, making the cell flinch. “Now put them on and throw out that ridiculous outfit you cling so much to. The slumber party is about to start.”
Reluctantly, he nodded and made his way to the bathroom to change. Ever since Thrax burnt off his clothes to infect him with his viral DNA, Ozzie had no choice but to rely on wearing the motel’s spare shirt and pants kept in the wardrobe, which made him occasionally itch. He was glad to be rid of them now, but wasn’t exactly too thrilled to don his new ones.
“Are you done? Don’t keep me waiting, baby. I don’t want to be late.”
Praying to Frank that he would not look ridiculous, he quickly put on the clothes Thrax gave him. As soon as he came out of the bathroom, Thrax admired his handiwork. As suspected by Ozzie, the black shirt was a sleeveless midriff that reached just below the cell’s chest, revealing his middle. His pants were a quarter long that only ran as far as down half of Ozzie’s thighs. The only thing that contrasted was the cell’s shoes.
“Take the shoes off. You won’t be needing them any longer.”
“N…Not my suede-s! It cost me a fortune to…”
Thrax’s killer claw twitched a little as a warning. It was all Ozzie needed to obey him. Sadly, he toed off the shoes and stood there forlornly, awaiting his Master’s next orders.
“Turn around.”
Ozzie did as he was told. The clothes were not only flexible but body-fitting as well. The pants wrapped itself just right around Ozzie’s ass, pronouncing the shape perfectly. Thrax told him to turn around again and tapped his chin thoughtfully.
“Still missing something…” Thrax noted while playing with his hypothalamus chain he confiscated from Ozzie last night. Looking at the chain, it gave him an idea, “C’mere, baby.”
Ozzie walked tentatively towards the virus. Impatient, the virus pulled him closer and put the chain around Ozzie’s neck. He maneuvered until the part with the hypothalamus DNA was entirely around Ozzie’s neck before using his killer claw to cut the chain, then heated up the chain to connect the loose ends on Ozzie’s neck together, fashioning a collar. He later connected the other half of the chain he cut out and fingered it again in his hand, smiling proudly.
“Now you look absolutely stunning, baby,” Thrax commented. “That’ll do for now. Once we move into the next city, we’ll see if we could get you a leash to go with that collar.”
Ozzie touched the hypothalamus chain that was now his collar. It felt soothingly cold around his neck, despite the fact that this was the exact DNA that regulated the temperature of the entire body. He had initially thought the DNA would be sort of warm to the touch, but he was mistaken.
“Shall we make a move, baby?”
As much as he didn’t like it, Ozzie had no choice but to take the virus’ hand and made their way out of their motel room into unknown territory.
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Nana was a glutton who ate anything and everything and it was her insatiable appetite that contributed to the growth of the Love Handles Community in the city, in which Thrax and Ozzie were in at the moment. Like the body, its inhabitants were just as gluttonous. Only about a handful of the city’s people were truly concerned about Nana’s health but was met infuriatingly with the majority’s contentment to stay the way it was. It couldn’t get any better than this to lay low for the virus and the cell. As much as Ozzie hated to admit it, he knew Thrax would take this city down in no time flat.
After checking into a private chalet at the community’s six-fat hotel (posing as a rich, eccentric couple who valued their privacy) and doing a little bit of grocery shopping around the area (since everything served in the hotel was enough to clot all blood vessels of a human body), Thrax ordered Ozzie to fix dinner at the chalet kitchen. Where Thrax got the money for all this, Ozzie didn’t want to know.
“But…But I’m not much of a cook…” Ozzie replied, which was true. If he were left alone in the kitchen for two minutes, he would have to call the fire department. This little bachelor cell was highly dependent on take-outs, and it showed.
“Then you will learn,” Thrax replied. He eyed around the kitchen and saw a dusty-looking cookbook on the top shelf where the seasoning was supposed to be. He took it down and flung it at Ozzie. “Looks like you’re in luck. This chalet is being very accommodating. Get a move on, baby.”
Poor Ozzie had no choice but to comply lest he wanted to be punished again. Scanning through the cookbook to see whether any of the ingredients he had fit a particular dish, the cell set to work, following the instructions to rule as he sliced, diced, chopped and cooked their dinner. Thrax, who sat at the dining room reading the newspaper, stole a look at the serious Ozzie trying his best to make a decent meal and grinned, an evil thought coming across his mind.
“Working hard, I see?” Thrax said huskily as he came into the kitchen, taking a whiff at the food he was cooking. So far, so good.
“I…I’m almost done, Master…” Ozzie replied hurriedly. “Just give me a few more minutes…Ah, M-M-Master, what are you doing?”
Without warning, Thrax held Ozzie’s hands firmly onto the sides of the sink and put a glass on each of the back of his hands. He opened the bottle of cold coke they bought and poured its content into both glasses.
“Stay still and don’t spill,” Thrax ordered, “or you’ll be punished.”
So saying, Thrax reached to turn down the fire of the stove until it was simmering so that their dinner would not boil over. He took the coke bottle and touched the ice-cold bottom of it onto Ozzie’s cheek, making the cell tremble.
“M…Master…it’s so cold…” Ozzie whimpered.
“Yes, it does,” Thrax Thrax said in a low tone as he trailed the bottle along the cell’s jaw line. “Makes you feel good, doesn’t it? To feel a little bit of coldness on that warm, soft membrane of yours?”
“P…Please stop…It’s really cold…”
“I’m your Master and I can do whatever I want. Remember that, baby.”
“Y…Yes, Master…Do as you will to me…”
Thrax chuckled before removing the bottle off Ozzie’s face. He took a jar of pickles and took out one, sucking the sour-ish preserved solution off it. Ozzie wondered what he wanted to do with the pickle, but right now he had to concentrate on keeping the glasses balanced on his hands.
“You have never been entered before, have you, Jones?”
Ozzie looked at the virus with wide, confused eyes. What was he trying to imply on? Of course he had never been entered! He was a straight, honest-to-goodness cell who was interested in the female species! There was no way…The pickle soon became very clear to the cell as to Thrax’s intentions.
“Answer the question, Jones,” Thrax growled impatiently.
“N…No, Master…Never…”
“Which means you’re more or less a virgin, ain’t ya, baby?”
“Y…Yes, Master…” Ozzie stammered, thinking, If you mean virgin as in ‘that’ way, heck yeah!
“Since this is your first time, I’ll be easy on you,” Thrax said as he finished sucking and licking all the solution off the pickle. Capturing the cell’s waistband, he pulled the quarter pants down till his buttocks were showing. He then backed away to admire the perfectly-shaped ass.
“Take off the rest of the pants yourself, baby. I want to see you move.”
“B…But the drinks will spill…”
“Then you’ll just have to be careful now, won’t you? Stick your butt out more. Gyrate your hips more. Move more boldly, more daringly. Make that pants fall for you.”
Ozzie struggled to follow his orders. He could feel the glasses threatening to fall and tried to keep his hands as flat as possible while he moved his butt to work the pants off. After much struggling he managed to get the pants down all the way to his knees and let it slip down into a careless pool around his ankles. He sighed in relief as the glasses were still safely balanced on his hands, but he could feel the content of the glasses starting to trickle out from the brim.
“Good boy,” Thrax purred as he came close to Ozzie. He sucked the pickle some more for good measure before teasing the tip of the pickle around the cell’s entrance, making the poor cell gasp in shock. He probed the hole a little before saying, “Now this will burn just a little bit, but if you remain still and be a good boy, it’ll soon feel good. Understand?”
“Yes, Master,” Ozzie breathed, trying to ignore Thrax’s statement about it ‘burn just a little bit’.
Slowly, bit by bit, Thrax pushed the pickle into Ozzie’s hole. Ozzie bit his lip, trying hard not to scream out. Thrax was right; it actually had a slight burning pain for a moment but due to Ozzie’s physical structure and the saliva- (and solution-) coated pickle, it slid in quite easily and the pain disappeared as quickly as it came. Ozzie wanted to grip hard on the side of the sink but it would mean dropping the glasses. Thrax timed his thrusts with Ozzie’s labored breathing. Whenever he breathed in, Thrax would inch the pickle just a little bit deeper and when he breathed out, Thrax would pull it out but not all the way. Deeper and deeper the pickle went until it finally hit the spot that made Ozzie see stars in his mind’s eyes. Ozzie couldn’t control his body as it arched forward to this new sensation and, to his horror, made him drop both glasses onto the floor with a crash, spilling the coke everywhere.
“I told you not to spill it, didn’t I?” Thrax warned as he stopped his ministrations. “Now you are going to be punished.”
Ozzie trembled. He braced himself for the pull to the virus’ lap and be spanked, but somehow it never came. Instead, he heard the sound of a zipper being undone and the virus’ bark to turn around.
“Walk on your hands and knees to me,” Thrax ordered as he pulled himself out of his opened fly. When Ozzie was close enough, he gestured at Ozzie towards his manhood. “You know what to do, don’t you, baby?”
“I…I never done this before…” Ozzie admitted, staring at the member in trepidation.
“Now would be a good time to practice, wouldn’t it?” Thrax smirked, then took Ozzie’s hand and made him hold his manhood. “Start off by licking it slowly. Focus on the tip first, then make your way downwards.”
Ozzie swallowed for a moment before hesitantly sticking his tongue out to lick the tip. He flicked his tongue at the tip for a while, then started licking around it in circles, tasting a little of Thrax’s pre-cum as he went. Using his elasticity, he stretched his tongue until it wrapped around Thrax’s cock all the way to the hilt, licking every inch of it. He kept at it for a while, seeing that Thrax was purring in enjoyment and was obviously into it. After a while, the virus reached over to push Ozzie’s mouth deeper, inclining that he wanted more than just having tongue all over him. Ozzie opened his mouth wider and took in as much as he could, sucking him hard so as to please him.
“Move your head, baby. Suck and lick at the same time. You’re doing pretty good so far.”
Ozzie obeyed, bobbing his head in and out as he sucked, licking the hole of the head as he went. Thrax ran his claw through the cell’s hair as he growled in pleasure at the cell doing fellatio on him. It actually felt pretty good, considering that it was Ozzie’s first time doing this. The virus wondered whether Ozzie was truly as innocent as he claimed to be as Ozzie carried on, his lips sucking along the cock before putting it back in his mouth again, his fear and initial disgust over doing this sort of thing slowly dissipating. While he sucked and licked, the cell remembered that the pickle was still stuck in his anus and remembered the feeling when Thrax made the pickle hit on the spot that made him dizzy and ecstatic all over. Tentatively, he reached his hand over to the pickle and tried to copy what Thrax did to him. This time, the pickle hit it much faster and despite his mind screaming at him to stop this nonsense, his own cock came to life as Ozzie thrusts the pickle, assaulting the spot and making him moan in pleasure against his better judgment. Thrax could feel the vibration of Ozzie’s moan on his cock and saw him doing what he thought he would never do. He chuckled inwardly.
“Starting to be bolder now, aren’t you?” Thrax asked. “As I recall, I have not given you permission to touch yourself.”
Ozzie stopped thrusting and looked up at Thrax in fear. The virus could tell that Ozzie was trying to convey his frantic apologies through his eyes. He pushed Ozzie’s head to make him let go of his cock.
“I’m…I’m sorry, Master…I don’t know what got into me…”
“You’re starting to enjoy this, aren’t you, baby?”
“I…No…” Ozzie looked away in denial. “That’s not true…”
“Don’t bother denying, Jones. As your Master, I know everything that’s going in my own slave’s mind, even if you don’t know it yourself.”
So saying, he grabbed the cell’s shoulder and pushed him to the floor. Holding down Ozzie’s face against the floor with one hand, Thrax removed the pants off the cell’s ankles and made him raise his ass, spreading his legs apart. He took hold of the pickle and started thrusting hard, hitting the spot over and over again. Ozzie let out moan after moan as the bundle of nerves within him was assaulted and sending electrical jolts all over his body and hot white flashes going in and out in his mind’s eyes. Thrax chuckled deviously as he pressed the pickle even deeper, probing against the prostate in circles and making Ozzie scream even louder. Ozzie could feel the pit of his stomach tightened and was about to lose it.
“N…No…! Stop…! I’m…I’m going to cum…!!”
“Not yet. This is your punishment,” Thrax pushed the pickle harder and deeper into Ozzie before releasing his hold on Ozzie. “You are not to cum without my permission. You must make me cum first.”
Ozzie whined in protest at the loss but he had to comply with Thrax’s wishes, especially when the virus twitched his killer claw again as a warning. He got back on his knees and did his blowjob again, sucking and licking for all its worth. He tried to use his elasticity again, wrapping his tongue around the cock as he sucked to maximize his Master’s pleasure and make him cum quicker. Thrax growled again in pleasure and amusement as he watched the cell trying his best to make him cum. He picked him up and made him sit against the wall while he literally fucked his mouth.
“Don’t worry, baby,” Thrax said as he thrust into the cell’s mouth. “I won’t make you choke. Touch yourself. I want to see you fuck and pump yourself at the same time, but do not cum.”
A rational Ozzie would’ve downright protested against this, but now with the pickle in his ass and his cock begging for release, his aroused side couldn’t care less as he surrendered himself to this, throwing every rational thought out of the window. He took his manhood and the pickle and thrust and pumped at the same rhythm, while continuing to suck as much as he could at the virus’ man meat going in and out of his mouth. He wanted to hold back the incoming explosion within him as Thrax ordered, but the sensation was too much for him to bear, what with the pickle sending him pleasurable jolts now and again as his prostate was hit and the cock that he was masturbating throbbing painfully in his hand. His body could only hold back from the double assault for so long. Letting out a strangled and muffled scream, he lost control and climaxed all over his hand. A few moments later, Thrax followed after as he pulled out and squirted his seed all over the cell’s face. Both of them panted breathlessly as they rode out their tremors, Thrax leaning against the wall with his arms as support and Ozzie slumping against the wall, his hands fell to his sides.
“Didn’t I tell you not to cum before me?” Thrax growled as he put himself back in and zipped his fly. “You can’t hold back, can you? Just like a woman.”
Thrax pulled the pickle out, making the cell wince, and threw it out of the kitchen window. Whatever happens to the fate of that pickle was no longer their concern. He then picked up the pants and wiped the cum off the cell’s face.
“Finish making my dinner and wash these pants,” Thrax ordered. “You are not to eat until I’m done. You hear me?”
“Y…Yes, Master…” Ozzie breathed as his body slowly regained its motor skills. Slowly, he cleaned the floor of the coke and the broken glass and carried on making the dinner without his pants. He served the food on the table before making his way to wash his pants. While it dried, Ozzie sat across the table with a towel around his waist and watched as Thrax ate his dinner, hoping that it was to his satisfaction.
“You make a pretty fine dinner, baby. Didn’t think you had it in you.”
Ozzie lowered his head, not sure whether to thank him or just blush quietly. He didn’t think he had it in him either. Guess it’s true that desperate times make you do things you never knew you could do.
“Grab a plate. Have a taste of your own food. You deserve that much.”
Ozzie nodded and went quickly to the kitchen and returned with a plate. He scooped a generous amount into his plate and went to his seat before eating it. To his surprise, it actually tasted quite good.
“Eat up, baby. We will be meeting some people later. Our plan will be in motion soon.”
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Ozzie looked warily at all the cells that were gathered around them while he was forced to sit on Thrax’s lap. Surprisingly, instead of approaching germs and bacteria-s to help him out with his master plan, Thrax had gone to the immunity force for help. Apparently there was quite a lot of corrupted cops in the city of Nana who wanted nothing more than to get out of this stupid, fat-infested body and move on to some place better than their sad excuse of a city, and they didn’t mind taking down the city if it meant freedom. He had arranged a secret meeting with the immunity force in a private booth at the local bar of the Love Handles Community and told them about his plans to take down the city through the hypothalamus grand heist, promising them that once his plan was complete, he will take them along with him along the ride to go to another body and to a better city. Everyone was thrilled with his charismatic promises, but Ozzie, through experience, knew that the virus had his fingers crossed behind his back.
“Is your little pet of yours coming along with our joyride?” one of the cops asked as he eyed Ozzie from head to toe. Ozzie could tell that look was nowhere near decent.
“He will be part of the plan, in a way,” Thrax replied. “He is the perfect example of how he managed to leave his city unscathed, so I assure you all that you will receive your dues.”
“He’s quite the looker there,” another cop said as he slid closer towards the cell. “Is he for the taking? I wouldn’t mind having a piece of him…”
Before the cop was able to touch Ozzie’s chin, Thrax flexed out his killer claw and slashed the hand off. The venom traveled up the poor cop’s arm and throughout the body and before he knew it, he was boiled alive, turning into a mass of red puddle on the seat he was sitting on, making the other cops cower away lest it would infect them as well.
“This baby is mine and mine only,” Thrax growled, brandishing his killer claw threateningly at each and every one present in the private booth while holding Ozzie possessively close to him. “Nobody, and I mean nobody, touches my property. Do I make myself clear?”
The cops all nodded in fear, promising profusely that they would not touch what was his. Thrax, after making sure everyone cowered in his mercy, retracted the claw and made Ozzie get off his lap and stand beside him so that he could discuss his plans a little more in-depth.
Ozzie was not sure whether to feel relieved or afraid of what just happened.
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It was a no-brainer that after killing Frank, Thrax had made it into the medical records. The dog they inhabited was watching TV together with its mistress and when Thrax went up onto the mutt’s forehead to test out Ozzie’s newly acquired ‘ability’, both of them saw the news showing on TV announcing Thrax’s existence due to Frank’s death in the hospital and all health precautions needed to be taken to prevent catching the ‘Red Death’ virus, as they called him.
Needless to say, Thrax’s gloating over his success was no comfort to Ozzie’s already bruised and battered pride and his guilt and sorrow welling up inside him for turning Shane into an orphan and causing the death of his only best friend Drix and Leah, the love of his life.
Later that night, as Thrax sat on the chair watching Ozzie tied to the foot of the bed as usual and drinking his coffee, he smirked as cruel amusement was written all over his face. It has been almost a day and a half since they’ve got into this canine city. Thrax had planned to leave possibly tomorrow night when the dog’s mistress’s friends come over to have a slumber party, in which he would target a suitable body to invade and destroy. Ozzie had threatened to stop him but a glowing claw pressed against his face was warning enough that it would be his fate if he tried to do anything stupid.
“What’s so funny?” Ozzie snarled, obviously ticked off by Thrax’s facial expression and daring him to make a move.
“Just thinking about all the things I could do to that pretty body of yours,” Thrax commented. So saying, he got up and proceeded to undo the chain on Ozzie’s wrist from the foot of the bed.
“W…What are you doing?”
“I need a shower right now,” Thrax replied, “and you are gonna help me clean up.”
“You mean…You mean you want me to help you bathe?” Ozzie widened his eyes in disbelief. When Thrax gave him a devious smirk as a reply, he harshly pushed the virus away. “No way! There is no friggin’ way I’m gonna bathe you! You wanna take a Frank-damn shower, you go right ahead and take it yourself! I’m not gonna…”
Ozzie’s last outburst was his demise. Without warning, Thrax grabbed Ozzie by the throat and slammed him down onto his lap, face down, knocking the air out of him. The virus pulled down harshly at the cell’s pants, revealing his bare buttocks and, while holding Ozzie down by the nape of the neck with one hand, reached to the bedside table with the other and took out a hairbrush.
“Looks like someone needs to be taught a lesson.”
Before Ozzie knew it, a sharp whack was heard and felt on his behind, making him gasp in pain. He tried to struggle out of his confines by Thrax held him in a death grip, with his killing claw dangerously inches away from the cell’s jugular. Blow after blow came onto his tender membrane as Thrax hit him with the brush without mercy, reducing the poor cell into tears.
“Stop…! Stop…! Please stop…I beg you…!” Ozzie whined, begging for the pain to end.
“You promise to be good?” Thrax asked, still giving him no quarter.
“I…I promise…! I promise!!”
“What must you say to me first?”
Ozzie hesitated for a moment, his pride keeping him from saying what he knew Thrax wanted him to say. A few more whacks were all it took to loosen his tongue.
“I’m…I’m sorry! I’m sorry, sir! I’m sorry!! Please stop!!!”
“Good boy,” Thrax smiled in satisfaction as he discarded the hairbrush aside and stroked the swollen, throbbing membrane of Ozzie’s sore ass. “Now follow me to the bathroom. Your services are required there.”
The virus waited until Ozzie slid slowly off his lap before making his way to the bathroom. Ozzie wanted to just remain there nursing his tender ass and fall into a messy heap of tears, but he knew he wasn’t getting any sympathy from a virus that demanded immediate attention and obedience. Sitting there like a crybaby was not going to do him any good. He wiped his face and eyes clean of his tears before slowly getting up and followed behind Thrax’s wake.
Once they were inside the bathroom, Thrax silently gestured with a jerk of his head that Ozzie should prepare the bath. With the painful spanking as a reminder if he disobeyed, he quickly did his thing. Turning both the hot and cold water faucet on, he plugged the drain of the tub and let the water fill the tub. While waiting for it to fill, Ozzie proceeded to take off Thrax’s clothes. The huge dark trench-coat was off first, then his turtleneck sweater, in which he had to wrap his arms around the virus’ slim waist to untuck the back. He couldn’t help staring as the virus tilted his head side to side to get rid of the cricks once the sweater was off. Like his physique portrayed when he had his clothes on, he was just as slim and lithe underneath, with muscles moderately pronounced at the right places. He wasn’t exactly someone who would undergo a six-pack abs training course, but he was definitely still not someone you’d want to match strengths with. Ozzie knew it firsthand; he had fought with him head to head and he was indeed stronger than he looked.
“Take a picture, Jones,” Thrax’s husky voice brought him back to reality, resulting to a rather flushed-looking Ozzie. “It’ll last longer.”
Ozzie mentally slapped himself as he carried on taking off the rest of the virus’ clothes. Undoing the belt from the loops that held his pants in place, Ozzie began to imagine what other forms of punishment Thrax might incur his wrath on him. The hairbrush was one example, and it didn’t require a genius to figure out that the belt could possibly another punishment method Thrax would love to try on him. A phantom sting of the possible crack of that belt on his membrane was something he wished not to experience. Thrax could tell by the look on the cell’s face that he had pretty much figured out what he might do with the belt if he misbehaved and was genuinely amused. He sat down on the side of the tub and turned off the faucets while he allowed Ozzie to remove his boots before working on his pants. Testing the water, the virus decided that it was still not warm enough and heated it some more with his killer claw. As steam rose from the tub from Thrax’s hot claw, Ozzie wondered how many cells had he killed, how many bacteria-s and germs were under his mercy as they did his bidding, how many cities he had taken down with it.
Finally, as the last fabric was removed from Thrax’s body, revealing him bare for the cell to see, Ozzie discovered just how small his own was compare to the man meat in front of him. It wasn’t insanely huge or anything that might scare off even the horniest she-cell available, but it was not a small fry either. It was almost perfect, with a little bit of ridges on the sides that stood out like little bumps. Any she-cell would be lining up and have a field day with this rod, that’s for sure. Ozzie couldn’t control the heat that traveled up to his cheeks as he tried hard to tear his gaze away from the member.
Thrax chuckled as he slowly entered the tub. He watched as Ozzie just stood there listlessly, trying to scratch a non-existent itch as he waited for Thrax’s next order. He seemed to look awkward standing there not sure what to do next and probably contemplating about things that he could do to prevent from getting punished in such a humiliating manner. Oh, he was definitely enjoying his time toying with the younger cell.
“Honestly, baby, you don’t expect to help me shower with those clothes on, do you? Take them all off, and prepare the shampoo and soap. I’ll be done soaking in a minute.”
“Y…Yes, sir…” Ozzie replied as he went to the mirror cabinet to take out the shower gel for Thrax. He wanted to go out of the bathroom to undress but was met with a warning gaze by Thrax, so he had no choice to undress there. Removing his clothes one by one, Thrax could see that Ozzie was not too bad for a physique of an immunity cell. He might need to go to the gym to pack some more punch, but Ozzie’s physique, at the moment, was alright as it was. He wasn’t as fit as he was, but he wasn’t sickly thin either, like someone who had just enough exercise to get by, and judging by his moves when they fought on Shane’s eyeball for the hypothalamus chain, Thrax knew that Ozzie could more or less hold his own, although still not enough to overpower him. The virus held back a snort when he saw the white with red hearts boxers he was wearing, but once that was off, he saw that the cell’s manhood was satisfactory at best, and he could tell from the cell’s face that he wasn’t exactly proud of it, especially after getting a glimpse of the virus’ own member.
Thrax soon got out of the bath and sat on a bathroom stool, waiting for Ozzie to make his move. The cell seemed hesitant.
“Wh…Where should I start…?”
“Start with soaping my back, Jones, and work your way there. Make sure to clean every inch of me. I want to be fresh for tomorrow.”
Ozzie nodded and poured a generous amount of shower gel on his hand. After lathering it with water from the tub, he slowly rubbed it along Thrax’s back. He could feel the ripple of muscles on Thrax’s back and neck as he traced his fingers along it, spreading the soap and bubbles along with it. He moved up to his arms and cleaned every inch of them and again, he could feel the muscles in his biceps and triceps, slightly hard to the touch.
“You’ve got a soft touch, baby. Any man would just throw their worries away with those wonderful hands of yours.”
“Um…Uh, th-thanks, uh…” Ozzie was caught unaware by this, not sure whether the virus meant it as an insult or a real compliment.
“From now on, you will refer me as ‘Master’ and you will obey all my orders. You are only to call my name when I allow it, understood?”
“W…What…? You can’t be serious…” Ozzie’s protest was quickly met by Thrax’s venomous glare as the virus turned around to face him.
“Is the hairbrush not enough for you, baby?”
Ozzie knew exactly what he meant. He shrank back and shook his head.
“No…No…I mean, I understand whatever you just said…Master.”
“Good,” Thrax grinned and straightened himself. “Now continue.”
Ozzie obeyed, carrying on with his soap and bubble-spreading on the virus’ chest and the rest of the body. He worked his way around Thrax’s waist, hips, thighs, legs and feet but after that, he knew he had to clean the inevitable as well.
“Well, don’t stop,” Thrax raised a brow. “You missed a spot.”
Ozzie stared at the man meat, not sure whether to proceed or not. He had never touched anyone else’s besides his whenever he pleasure himself over erotic wet dreams of getting it on with Leah or when he relieved himself in the toilet.
“It won’t bite, baby. Or are you a sucker for punishment?”
“I…I’ll do it. I will.”
With trembling hands, he poured a little bit of shower gel on his hands, lathered it and reached to clean the virus’ member. He could literally feel the ridges on the cock and it reminded him of the dildos he saw sold at the Penis Parlour when he was still a high-school student back in the city of Frank. He didn’t think there would actually be a real one like that right in front of him in his hands right now. He tried to think of something irrelevant in particular while he continued to move on cleaning the virus’ sac and the butt area as well. He could’ve sworn the member hardened at his touch but Thrax didn’t seem to show any changes in his facial expression, so he brushed it aside as his own imagination.
After he thought he had soaped the virus enough, he took the detachable showerhead from the tub and began rinsing the virus from head to toe, ridding him of all the shower gel on his body. When Thrax returned to the tub to soak himself again, Ozzie reluctantly joined him so that he could wash his dreadlocks. They were quite thick but surprisingly soft to the touch and quite easy to manage and clean as he shampooed them. He gestured for Thrax to lean his head out of the tub so that he could rinse it, in which Thrax complied by lying his neck against the side of the tub and Ozzie coming out of the tub to wash it off the shampoo. Once everything was done, Thrax stepped out of the tub and grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist. Ozzie thought he was supposed to follow after him but was stopped by the virus.
“Wh…What do you need, Master?” Ozzie asked tentatively.
“I’ll take it from here. I’m sure you know how to take your own bath, don’t you? Once you’re done, go and get us something to eat from the motel cafeteria. I’m starved.”
“Yes, Master.”
Ozzie waited until Thrax left the bathroom before falling onto his knees on the bathroom tiled floor in relief. At least it was safe start so far. He looked at his hands that had just held the virus’ manhood. He could still feel the ridges ghosting around his palms and the feeling of his sac in his hands.
Somehow, oddly even to his surprise, he didn’t hate it.
Needless to say, Thrax’s gloating over his success was no comfort to Ozzie’s already bruised and battered pride and his guilt and sorrow welling up inside him for turning Shane into an orphan and causing the death of his only best friend Drix and Leah, the love of his life.
Later that night, as Thrax sat on the chair watching Ozzie tied to the foot of the bed as usual and drinking his coffee, he smirked as cruel amusement was written all over his face. It has been almost a day and a half since they’ve got into this canine city. Thrax had planned to leave possibly tomorrow night when the dog’s mistress’s friends come over to have a slumber party, in which he would target a suitable body to invade and destroy. Ozzie had threatened to stop him but a glowing claw pressed against his face was warning enough that it would be his fate if he tried to do anything stupid.
“What’s so funny?” Ozzie snarled, obviously ticked off by Thrax’s facial expression and daring him to make a move.
“Just thinking about all the things I could do to that pretty body of yours,” Thrax commented. So saying, he got up and proceeded to undo the chain on Ozzie’s wrist from the foot of the bed.
“W…What are you doing?”
“I need a shower right now,” Thrax replied, “and you are gonna help me clean up.”
“You mean…You mean you want me to help you bathe?” Ozzie widened his eyes in disbelief. When Thrax gave him a devious smirk as a reply, he harshly pushed the virus away. “No way! There is no friggin’ way I’m gonna bathe you! You wanna take a Frank-damn shower, you go right ahead and take it yourself! I’m not gonna…”
Ozzie’s last outburst was his demise. Without warning, Thrax grabbed Ozzie by the throat and slammed him down onto his lap, face down, knocking the air out of him. The virus pulled down harshly at the cell’s pants, revealing his bare buttocks and, while holding Ozzie down by the nape of the neck with one hand, reached to the bedside table with the other and took out a hairbrush.
“Looks like someone needs to be taught a lesson.”
Before Ozzie knew it, a sharp whack was heard and felt on his behind, making him gasp in pain. He tried to struggle out of his confines by Thrax held him in a death grip, with his killing claw dangerously inches away from the cell’s jugular. Blow after blow came onto his tender membrane as Thrax hit him with the brush without mercy, reducing the poor cell into tears.
“Stop…! Stop…! Please stop…I beg you…!” Ozzie whined, begging for the pain to end.
“You promise to be good?” Thrax asked, still giving him no quarter.
“I…I promise…! I promise!!”
“What must you say to me first?”
Ozzie hesitated for a moment, his pride keeping him from saying what he knew Thrax wanted him to say. A few more whacks were all it took to loosen his tongue.
“I’m…I’m sorry! I’m sorry, sir! I’m sorry!! Please stop!!!”
“Good boy,” Thrax smiled in satisfaction as he discarded the hairbrush aside and stroked the swollen, throbbing membrane of Ozzie’s sore ass. “Now follow me to the bathroom. Your services are required there.”
The virus waited until Ozzie slid slowly off his lap before making his way to the bathroom. Ozzie wanted to just remain there nursing his tender ass and fall into a messy heap of tears, but he knew he wasn’t getting any sympathy from a virus that demanded immediate attention and obedience. Sitting there like a crybaby was not going to do him any good. He wiped his face and eyes clean of his tears before slowly getting up and followed behind Thrax’s wake.
Once they were inside the bathroom, Thrax silently gestured with a jerk of his head that Ozzie should prepare the bath. With the painful spanking as a reminder if he disobeyed, he quickly did his thing. Turning both the hot and cold water faucet on, he plugged the drain of the tub and let the water fill the tub. While waiting for it to fill, Ozzie proceeded to take off Thrax’s clothes. The huge dark trench-coat was off first, then his turtleneck sweater, in which he had to wrap his arms around the virus’ slim waist to untuck the back. He couldn’t help staring as the virus tilted his head side to side to get rid of the cricks once the sweater was off. Like his physique portrayed when he had his clothes on, he was just as slim and lithe underneath, with muscles moderately pronounced at the right places. He wasn’t exactly someone who would undergo a six-pack abs training course, but he was definitely still not someone you’d want to match strengths with. Ozzie knew it firsthand; he had fought with him head to head and he was indeed stronger than he looked.
“Take a picture, Jones,” Thrax’s husky voice brought him back to reality, resulting to a rather flushed-looking Ozzie. “It’ll last longer.”
Ozzie mentally slapped himself as he carried on taking off the rest of the virus’ clothes. Undoing the belt from the loops that held his pants in place, Ozzie began to imagine what other forms of punishment Thrax might incur his wrath on him. The hairbrush was one example, and it didn’t require a genius to figure out that the belt could possibly another punishment method Thrax would love to try on him. A phantom sting of the possible crack of that belt on his membrane was something he wished not to experience. Thrax could tell by the look on the cell’s face that he had pretty much figured out what he might do with the belt if he misbehaved and was genuinely amused. He sat down on the side of the tub and turned off the faucets while he allowed Ozzie to remove his boots before working on his pants. Testing the water, the virus decided that it was still not warm enough and heated it some more with his killer claw. As steam rose from the tub from Thrax’s hot claw, Ozzie wondered how many cells had he killed, how many bacteria-s and germs were under his mercy as they did his bidding, how many cities he had taken down with it.
Finally, as the last fabric was removed from Thrax’s body, revealing him bare for the cell to see, Ozzie discovered just how small his own was compare to the man meat in front of him. It wasn’t insanely huge or anything that might scare off even the horniest she-cell available, but it was not a small fry either. It was almost perfect, with a little bit of ridges on the sides that stood out like little bumps. Any she-cell would be lining up and have a field day with this rod, that’s for sure. Ozzie couldn’t control the heat that traveled up to his cheeks as he tried hard to tear his gaze away from the member.
Thrax chuckled as he slowly entered the tub. He watched as Ozzie just stood there listlessly, trying to scratch a non-existent itch as he waited for Thrax’s next order. He seemed to look awkward standing there not sure what to do next and probably contemplating about things that he could do to prevent from getting punished in such a humiliating manner. Oh, he was definitely enjoying his time toying with the younger cell.
“Honestly, baby, you don’t expect to help me shower with those clothes on, do you? Take them all off, and prepare the shampoo and soap. I’ll be done soaking in a minute.”
“Y…Yes, sir…” Ozzie replied as he went to the mirror cabinet to take out the shower gel for Thrax. He wanted to go out of the bathroom to undress but was met with a warning gaze by Thrax, so he had no choice to undress there. Removing his clothes one by one, Thrax could see that Ozzie was not too bad for a physique of an immunity cell. He might need to go to the gym to pack some more punch, but Ozzie’s physique, at the moment, was alright as it was. He wasn’t as fit as he was, but he wasn’t sickly thin either, like someone who had just enough exercise to get by, and judging by his moves when they fought on Shane’s eyeball for the hypothalamus chain, Thrax knew that Ozzie could more or less hold his own, although still not enough to overpower him. The virus held back a snort when he saw the white with red hearts boxers he was wearing, but once that was off, he saw that the cell’s manhood was satisfactory at best, and he could tell from the cell’s face that he wasn’t exactly proud of it, especially after getting a glimpse of the virus’ own member.
Thrax soon got out of the bath and sat on a bathroom stool, waiting for Ozzie to make his move. The cell seemed hesitant.
“Wh…Where should I start…?”
“Start with soaping my back, Jones, and work your way there. Make sure to clean every inch of me. I want to be fresh for tomorrow.”
Ozzie nodded and poured a generous amount of shower gel on his hand. After lathering it with water from the tub, he slowly rubbed it along Thrax’s back. He could feel the ripple of muscles on Thrax’s back and neck as he traced his fingers along it, spreading the soap and bubbles along with it. He moved up to his arms and cleaned every inch of them and again, he could feel the muscles in his biceps and triceps, slightly hard to the touch.
“You’ve got a soft touch, baby. Any man would just throw their worries away with those wonderful hands of yours.”
“Um…Uh, th-thanks, uh…” Ozzie was caught unaware by this, not sure whether the virus meant it as an insult or a real compliment.
“From now on, you will refer me as ‘Master’ and you will obey all my orders. You are only to call my name when I allow it, understood?”
“W…What…? You can’t be serious…” Ozzie’s protest was quickly met by Thrax’s venomous glare as the virus turned around to face him.
“Is the hairbrush not enough for you, baby?”
Ozzie knew exactly what he meant. He shrank back and shook his head.
“No…No…I mean, I understand whatever you just said…Master.”
“Good,” Thrax grinned and straightened himself. “Now continue.”
Ozzie obeyed, carrying on with his soap and bubble-spreading on the virus’ chest and the rest of the body. He worked his way around Thrax’s waist, hips, thighs, legs and feet but after that, he knew he had to clean the inevitable as well.
“Well, don’t stop,” Thrax raised a brow. “You missed a spot.”
Ozzie stared at the man meat, not sure whether to proceed or not. He had never touched anyone else’s besides his whenever he pleasure himself over erotic wet dreams of getting it on with Leah or when he relieved himself in the toilet.
“It won’t bite, baby. Or are you a sucker for punishment?”
“I…I’ll do it. I will.”
With trembling hands, he poured a little bit of shower gel on his hands, lathered it and reached to clean the virus’ member. He could literally feel the ridges on the cock and it reminded him of the dildos he saw sold at the Penis Parlour when he was still a high-school student back in the city of Frank. He didn’t think there would actually be a real one like that right in front of him in his hands right now. He tried to think of something irrelevant in particular while he continued to move on cleaning the virus’ sac and the butt area as well. He could’ve sworn the member hardened at his touch but Thrax didn’t seem to show any changes in his facial expression, so he brushed it aside as his own imagination.
After he thought he had soaped the virus enough, he took the detachable showerhead from the tub and began rinsing the virus from head to toe, ridding him of all the shower gel on his body. When Thrax returned to the tub to soak himself again, Ozzie reluctantly joined him so that he could wash his dreadlocks. They were quite thick but surprisingly soft to the touch and quite easy to manage and clean as he shampooed them. He gestured for Thrax to lean his head out of the tub so that he could rinse it, in which Thrax complied by lying his neck against the side of the tub and Ozzie coming out of the tub to wash it off the shampoo. Once everything was done, Thrax stepped out of the tub and grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist. Ozzie thought he was supposed to follow after him but was stopped by the virus.
“Wh…What do you need, Master?” Ozzie asked tentatively.
“I’ll take it from here. I’m sure you know how to take your own bath, don’t you? Once you’re done, go and get us something to eat from the motel cafeteria. I’m starved.”
“Yes, Master.”
Ozzie waited until Thrax left the bathroom before falling onto his knees on the bathroom tiled floor in relief. At least it was safe start so far. He looked at his hands that had just held the virus’ manhood. He could still feel the ridges ghosting around his palms and the feeling of his sac in his hands.
Somehow, oddly even to his surprise, he didn’t hate it.
Poison-Chp1
POISON
Ozzie struggled not to drop the hypothalamus chain he had worked so hard on retrieving. He was lucky that he managed to split a hole in the middle before Thrax struck, or he would’ve been fried like all the cells have before him in their fate with the virus. But of course, Thrax was too clouded in his victory to see that.
“Too bad you won’t be there to see me break my record,” Thrax chuckled in his husky yet deadly malicious tone, “when I take down Frank’s pretty little girl!”
“She ain’t going down,” Ozzie grinned, bringing Thrax’s attention to his embedded claw on the false eyelash. “You are!”
Quickly, Ozzie split himself in half and escaped from under Thrax before reconnecting himself again. It was a sort of painful procedure—and he didn’t really like it when it happens—but in this case he’d make an exception.
A few seconds before the false eyelashes fell off Shane’s lower eyelid, Ozzie quickly jumped off it and grabbed onto one of the gooey adhesive strands that dangled just below Shane’s real eyelash, leaving Thrax screaming in denial behind his wake. The nurses were starting to urge Shane to go away so that they could do their job.
“Hey, hey, hey, no! Go back!” Ozzie exclaimed as he saw them moving further away. “Go back! Frank!”
The adhesive strand he was holding onto was starting to come off. As Shane struggled out of the nurses’ hands and ran back to her dying father, Ozzie knew he had to first move to solid higher ground. Wrapping the chain around his wrist, he quickly pulled himself up and was about to reach up for one of the real eyelash when…
“Gotcha!”
The feeling of as if being rammed over by an immunity car on a high-speed car chase hit him tenfold as he was forced to break his hold from the strand and cling onto the next thing he could hold onto unless he wanted to drop a thousand feet below to the floor where he could be trampled to death. The only thing he didn’t expect to be clinging onto was Thrax, still in one piece!
“What the Frank…Thrax?!” Ozzie struggled to get off him but was forced closer to the virus’ chest by a strong grip as they glided through the air.
“If I were you, I’d stay put, baby,” Thrax chuckled as he swerved to avoid a IV bag carried by a rushing male nurse. “Unless you’d like to end up coagulated by the atmosphere around you. It ain’t pretty.”
As disgusted and pissed as he was, Ozzie knew he was right. Unlike viruses, without the saline-like atmosphere every body has, cells would coagulate and it would be a matter of time before they suffocate in their coagulated shell and be broken into pieces like glass if not handled properly. Grudgingly, he allowed Thrax to hold him close while he held onto his turtleneck sweater, leaving the sobbing Shane to cry over her father’s dead body. Soon, they flew out of the hospital and out into the open air of human society.
“That’s our pit-stop,” Thrax announced.
Ozzie looked down. There was a teenager, probably a few years older than Shane, carrying a Pomeranian in her arms. Ozzie thought they were going to land on the girl, but instead, they landed on the dog.
“Let’s take a little breather, shall we, baby?”
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“We’ll take a break before we move on to our next target,” Thrax fingered his chain nonchalantly as he removed his trench-coat and settled it on a nearby chair.
“How did you…I saw you fell! I saw you stuck on that eyelash! I saw you fell!” Ozzie screamed at the top of his lungs, lunging out forward to punch him but was stopped by Thrax’s grip.
“Do you really think that a false eyelash can hold me?” Thrax grinned as he subdued Ozzie and gave him a half-nelson, forcing him onto his knees. “All I had to do was increase the heat and it melted into putty just enough around my hand to pull out. Like I said, y’all makin’ this too easy.”
So saying, he pushed the poor cell down until his face was scraping against the floor. Using the chain that was still on Ozzie’s wrist, he wounded the loose end around the foot of the bed, tying Ozzie in place. The chain was elastic but strong; no matter how much Ozzie pulled and tugged, it would not break.
“This will have to do for now before I find a more proper restrainer,” Thrax said amusingly and sat on the bed, admiring his work.
“You…You murderer! You killed Frank! You killed Drix and Leah! You killed everyone! I hate you!!” Ozzie shouted at him, then spat at him, hitting the virus’ sweater.
“C’mon, baby, ain’t nothin’ to be so upset about,” Thrax didn’t sound the least bit offended by Ozzie’s actions as he wiped the spit off with his sleeve. “There are plenty of fishes in the sea. You’ll make new friends soon.”
“When I get out of this, I swear I’ll…”
“Kill me?” Thrax raised a brow. “Well, you almost did, I’ll give you that. You really are one cell of a guy, ain’t ya, Jones? Out of all the bodies I’ve been into, you were the only person that got me all figured out. You were the first person that I had ever had to break a sweat for. You are the only person that stood against me and fought me tooth and nail. I must admit, Jones, I am impressed. Although now, seems like the tables have turned.”
“Save the compliments for someone who would actually listen to this spit, Thrax,” Ozzie growled. “What are you waiting for? If it’s killing me that you want, you might as well just get over it!”
“After what you put me through? That’ll be too easy, baby. No, I have better plans for you. So much better.”
With that, he flexed out his signature glowing claw and, with a flick, burned off Ozzie’s clothes that dissolved like melted cheese. He then pressed the flat side of his finger hard against the middle of the cell’s chest, its heat spreading from it all the way throughout his body. It wasn’t a searing painful heat, but it was uncomfortable nonetheless. The heat soon engulfed Ozzie’s entire body from head to toe and by the time it was done, Ozzie’s body seemed to be dimly glowing like a table lamp of a night stand.
“W-W-What are you doing to me?” Ozzie stammered, although the answer was practically screaming in his head.
“Oh, just a mild modification to your body,” Thrax said as he kissed his claw as if in a self-congratulatory manner. “Since you’re gonna stick around with me, you might as well be physically compatible. I have partially infected you with my venom. Now, instead of having to worry about you freezing up like a popsicle every time we go outside, you can walk around with me in the atmosphere freely like me.”
Ozzie held up his hands in front of his face, looking incredulously at the glow. He still looked basically normal; the only difference was that his membrane was glowing like neon lights with the shine of pale orange, like a very dimmed version of Thrax’s signature claw.
“Why…Why are you doing this to me?” Ozzie demanded. “What exactly do you want from me?!”
“Patience, baby,” Thrax chuckled in that tone that Ozzie knew spelt trouble ahead. “You’ll know soon enough. Now get some rest. We’ll be moving on to the next body in 2 days tops.”
“I…I thought you wanted to take Shane down…”
“She’s old news now,” Thrax kicked his boots off. “I’m no longer interested in small fries like her. Would be just as easy as taking down Frank for the likes of me anyway. ‘Sides, I got you to play with. Probably be so much more interesting than breaking records now that I have you. Oh, I am going to enjoy breaking you, Jones, you can count on it.”
Ozzie would’ve succeeded in punching him if it weren’t for Thrax gripping his hand again, staring down at him warningly with his killer claw out until Ozzie loosened his clenched fist in defeat.
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