The Strange New Vaccine

 by Daniel Guy

They say the new vaccine called DR13, is one hundred per-cent effective against the virus. You take one small pink pill and you are safe for the rest of your life, so everyone starts lining up to get their pill. 

Karen is in her thirties, living and working in the city. She’s slim and pretty, with dark short hair and big brown eyes. But like everyone else, she’s struggled both financially and psychologically throughout the pandemic, so she doesn’t think twice about going along to the clinic and get herself vaccinated. 

The nurse at the lab hands her the pill, and a glass of water. 

‘There are no side effects, except that you’ll probably feel a little weak for the rest of the day. Don’t worry, just take it easy. Tomorrow you’ll feel fine. The company that makes the vaccine have published a video which gives you some background information about DR13. You might want to just relax and watch the video. It’s good. I recommend it.’

Karen sits in the bus on the way home. She’s pleased she’s got the new vaccine. Now perhaps she can start to get a job and live a normal life. The bus stops for a while beside a building site and as Karen stares idly out of the window, she sees a group of men and women in red boiler suits, carrying boxes from a truck into a yard. She watches them. They look like robots, with strange vacant eyes smiling inanely like they’re on drugs or something. They all have small steel chains around their necks. She’s curious. She’s never seen anything quite like that before. But then the bus drives on and she forgets all about it. 

The nurse was right.  About an hour after Karen has taken the tablet she starts to feel a little weak, so she spends the evening alone in her modest city apartment. She remembers the video and taps the code into her laptop so she can see it. 

The video is a little strange. It’s just a colourful psychedelic spiral going round and round, and some weird music.  She thinks there must be a mistake or technical error. She continues to stare at it, thinking it might be be some sort of buffer before the video starts, but the spiral just keeps going round. 

After ten minutes she feels a little dazed and dizzy, so she gets up and decides to get a beer from the fridge. She feels warm and very relaxed.

A friend calls her up. 

‘Hi Karen. Did you get the vaccine today?’

‘Yeah, I did.’

‘Did you go for the DR13 one?’

‘Yeah.’

‘How are you feeling?

‘OK. A little low energy, but… ‘

‘You feel horny?’

‘What?’

‘I took it three days ago and since then I’ve been feeling really horny all the time.’

Karen thinks for a moment and realises that she is actually feeling a little aroused. 

‘I suppose I do, a bit…’

‘I’ve spoken to several friends and the same thing happened to them. It’s like ecstasy. Every who takes it is saying the same. They feel really relaxed and excited at the same time. They never said the vaccine will make you horny for a few days. That’s the kind of side-effect I like.’

‘Maybe it’s just us.’ 

‘No. You look on line. Lot’s of people are saying the same thing.’ 

Karen forgets to look online and check. It the days following, she finds herself forgetting lots of things. A few days later, she’s at home, it’s Saturday morning and she’s still in bed, just lying there feeling warm and cozy, and very lazy. Normally she would be up early, busy doing things, but today she’s quite content just to lie there, masturbating. 

The bell rings. 

She puts on her dressing gown and goes to answer the door. A young man in a dark blue suit greets her with a smile.

‘Hello. You must be Karen Black. I’m from the lab. We’re doing some check-ups on people who have received the new DR13 vaccine. May I come in and ask you a few questions?’ 

Karen smiles back and invites him in. They sit down in the lounge and the young man fetches out his laptop. 

‘OK. A few questions. It won’t take long.  Number one: Do you feel good, since you’ve taken the vaccine?’

‘Yes.’

The man notes her answer. 

‘Did you watch the video?’

‘Yes.’

He looks straight into her eyes and stares at her for a moment before asking the next question.

‘Do you feel a bit empty headed?’

‘Yes.’

‘On a scale of one to ten, one being a little empty-headed and ten being very…’

Karen thinks. She finds herself grinning, like a child.

‘Erm, I’d say…ten.’

‘Good.’

‘Do you feel sexually aroused?’

Karen flushes a little. Then she nods.

‘Yes.’

‘Good. Don’t feel embarrassed. Soon you won’t feel anything else but mindless pleasure.’

‘What?’

‘What’s happening is that the DR13 drug is wiping your mind and turning you into a drone. It’s ok. You can start masturbating now.’

Karen is confused. Her mind is now fuzzier and even more unfocussed. 

‘What?’

‘Masturbate for me Karen. You have no control any more of your actions. You are now a drone, owned and operated by the Lab. Say it. 

Karen blinks. 

She doesn’t know what’s going on. She finds it hard to think. She’s confused but at the same time she feels so relaxed, so free of any worry or anxiety. She feels a compulsive desire to rub her clitoris. 

‘I am a drone, owned and operated by the lab,’ she says softly. 

It feels good to say it. She slips her fingers between her legs. The man in the suit watches, taps notes into his laptop. Karen is frozen in a blissful mindless state, moving slowly towards orgasm.  Then he reaches into his briefcase and fetches out thin steel electronic collar. He gets up and fastens the collar around Karen’s neck. He fetches out a small silver egg. He places it on the table in front of Karen. 

‘This goes into your ass.’ he says.

‘Take it out only when you need to go to the toilet. Put it back in the moment you finish. Don’t worry. It vibrates. You’ll not want to take it out.’

He stands in front of her.  I should leave now, he thinks. I have more visits to make this morning. He stares at her vacant face, her slim curvy body, her lovely rounded breasts. He starts to feel aroused himself. It’s technically against company rules. He looks at his watch. Fuck it, he thinks. He unzips his fly. 

‘Suck me off,’ he whispers.

Karen gets up, kneels in front of him, grasps his dick and starts to suck him off. Her eyes are vacant. She sucks him off like a zombie. He comes, moans aloud with pleasure, quivers, sighs, wipes his cock, slips it back into his trousers, zips up. Leaves without saying a word. 

Karen stays on her knees rubbing her clit gently, lost in trance, her chin shiny with drool and cum  She looks over at the silver egg. Crawls over to it. Picks it up. Slips it inside her ass. Soon she can feel it vibrating. She tries to think about what she is doing, but her mind doesn’t seem to want to work any more. She lies down on the rug, opens her legs and starts to masturbate again. 

Late that evening she’s still lying there, masturbating. The collar vibrates. She comes instantly.  She groans aloud for tens minutes, writhing helplessly, giggling like a small child, as the orgasm surges through her body. Then she gets up, gets dressed and leaves the flat. She drives to the Lab. 

At the reception desk she is handed a red boiler suit and set to work. 

Blissful, mindless work..

Daniel Guy