Dominated by DNA Part 20

Chloé woke up, opened her eyes slowly so as to not be blinded by the daylight, and she noticed that the light on the special clock was green again. You must be back to normal Sara, so for the time being, you won’t be causing any unfortunate effects in others. She slowly disentangled herself from her still sleeping captive, walked over to her clothing, removed the teddy dress and dressed in her red sweater and tights.

Walking back to the side of the bed on which Sara was sleeping, she wondered just how fast asleep Sara was. “You are just too tempting to ignore Madame Sara, and I will have to see what I can do to you while you are still asleep.” Chloé saw the sleep mask on the table beside the bed, picked it up and then carefully put it over Sara’s eyes. Sara didn’t stir at all with this and she continued to sleep peacefully. A length of rope was picked up, Chloé tied one end to Sara’s ankles, bent her legs at her knees so that her heels nearly touched her bottom and then tied the other end of the rope to Sara’s chest ropes in the middle of her back.

There was still no response from the sleeping captive at this point, so Chloé decided to see if one more action would awake her. She took hold of the pink ball-gag, carefully opened Sara’s mouth and gently slipped the ball into place. The straps were slowly pulled around to the back of Sara’s neck and then softly buckled, with the helpless woman’s sleep still undisturbed.

Chloé looked at Sara’s alarm clock and noticed that there half an hour before the alarm went off. That noise must be loud if it has to wake you up in the morning. Maybe I should leave you for the alarm to rouse you from your sleep, and then you can find out how helpless I have made you. Anyway, I will just check your wardrobe, as I think I saw something in there yesterday that will be of some use. She walked over to the wardrobe, opened it, saw the particular item and a devious plan started to form in her mind.

She closed the wardrobe and made her way into the kitchen, where she switched on the coffee pot, gathered together some cereal and other breakfast paraphernalia and then took the breakfast items into the living room. The items were put on the coffee table and she went back into the kitchen to put four slices of bread into the toaster.

Maybe I should wake you up now, as the coffee and the toast will be ready before long. After breakfast, we can shower, get dressed and then make our way to James’s house. Chloé went back from the kitchen to the bedroom, switched off the alarm on the clock, walked up to Sara, and then slowly raked her nails along the soles of her captive’s feet.

“MMMMGGGMMMMGGGMMMGGMM!” screamed Sara as she was brought into full wakefulness as she felt. Nonononononononono! She wriggled and squirmed as the relentless tickling of her feet continued. After about thirty seconds it stopped and Sara managed the gather her thoughts. It must be Chloé that’s doing this to me! I’m blindfolded, gagged and hogtied again, and she’s tickling my feet! Sara felt herself being rolled onto her front and she screamed out as the tickling started again. She writhed uncontrollably in her bondage as the tickling spread from her feet to the sides of her body.

Soon the tickling stopped and Chloé asked “Are you awake, Sara?” Sara nodded her head. I am very awake Chloé, as it was impossible to sleep through that torment. A moment later the sleep mask was removed and Sara blinked her eyes to get herself adjusted to the light. “You are a very beautiful sight on the bed Sara, and I wish that you could stay like this but we have to eat breakfast and then prepare to move to James’s house for the weekend.”

The hogtie rope was removed and Sara was helped to her feet by Chloé. “I am going to be with you as you hop to the living room, as I do not want you to fall down.” Sara slowly hopped along the corridor with Chloé walking alongside, just in case the captive lost her balance. Soon, they were inside the living room and Sara sat on the left side of the couch. “I’m going to finish off the toast and bring in some coffee, so you just stay there and rest.” Chloé then left the room with Sara squirming to get comfortable in her bondage.

After a few minutes, Chloé returned carrying a plate of toast, left and then returned carrying two cups of coffee. “Could you please lean forward Sara, so that I may remove your gag.” Sara leant forward and the ball-gag was unbuckled and removed.

“I feel so helpless with that gag in my mouth, and I have trouble with trying to swallow.” Sara said as she sat upright so it would be easier for Chloé to feed her.

“It is a very effective gag Sara, as it forces more helplessness on the captive.” Chloé replied as she prepared a bowl of cereal. “Are you okay with me feeding you?”

“Yes Chloé, I’m fine.” Sara opened her mouth and accepted a spoonful of cereal.

“Sara, I was just wondering. How did you get into contact with the virus?” Chloé asked.

Sara finished her mouthful and said “I opened the bottle on Monday lunchtime because I was curious. I didn’t expect anything to happen as our storage location is very low level, and an invasive virus should not have been stored there.” She took in another mouthful.

“I had an unusual thought this morning, and there is a possibility that your ‘curse’ could actually be useful in certain situations, Sara.”

“Chloé, how can being bound, gagged and taken advantage of be useful in any way?” Sara asked before she ate some more cereal.

“It is not only that. I will give you a scenario. Supposing for example, we have a bank robbery that has gone wrong and the robbers have taken hostages who are all tied up. They are known to have no inhibitions about taking lives and they have threatened to kill a hostage if their demands are not met.”

“That’s quite a horrible situation Chloé. I hope that never happens.” Sara said between mouthfuls.

“Now, one woman turns up in a van to deliver some food. She walks up to the door of the bank and she is taken in. The gang have an overwhelming urge to tie her up and gag her, and then they fight amongst themselves over who will ‘mate’ with the captive. The only one left standing, mates with her and then flees in horror with all of his rational thought gone. A special crew wearing hazardous materials clothing would then enter and remove the women.” Chloé explained.

“But what if they are people who are prepared to blow themselves up?” asked Sara.

“That is the beauty of the effect, such acts require a strong rational thought which will be overcome by primal survival instinct.” Chloé said “I have thought of another situation where your ‘ability’ may come in useful. Do you remember the intruder at GEN-DAWN?”

“Yes, he was after something. I remember that he confessed to the crimes because of the threat of being put in the same room as myself.” Sara answered.

“Imagine this situation. They need to get information out of someone in a hurry. We all know that torture is unreliable, so we just put them in the same room as you. Ten minutes later, this person will provide the interrogators with everything they need to know. Sara, you are the perfect interrogation technique.”

“But Chloé, you are almost making me sound like some kind of super heroine. What am I supposed to call myself, The Black Widow?” Sara asked.

“I don’t think that would be allowed as Marvel would probably sue. Maybe you could use ‘The Pink Widow’ as I don’t think that any super hero has that.” Chloé answered.

“Okay Chloé, name one super heroine who is always getting tied up.” Sara said, and she frowned as Chloé suddenly giggled.

“I can name two actually, Wonder Woman and Empowered.” Chloé replied.

“I had forgotten about Wonder Woman, but who’s Empowered?”

“Empowered is a super heroine who has a power suit that is very easily damaged and she nearly always ends up bound and gagged.” Chloé answered.

“As opposed to me who will end up getting bound and gagged as a result of my powers.” Sara halted for a moment. “Chloé, now you have got me thinking like that. This is a pipe dream, and I will never end up saving anyone.”

“You never know when this information will come in useful Sara, so please remember it.”

They were near the end of the meal, and between sips of coffee and bites of toast, they just made small talk. Then breakfast was over and Sara said “I need to have a shower before we leave for James’s, so could you please untie me?”

“Oui Sara as I need to pack items away, including the rope. I will untie you.” for the next five minutes, Chloé untied the ropes that bound Sara. At the end, Sara was free and she stretched her arms and legs.

“I must have been in bondage for over twelve hours Chloé, I didn’t think that it was possible.”

“It is easy if you are tied up correctly. Sara, as you need to dress up and pack your pink clothing, I think that you need to shower first.”

“Okay Chloé. I presume your can pack up the rope while I shower.” Sara undressed and walked into the bathroom, taking a shower and then freshening up. She then walked into her bedroom and opened the wardrobe. “Maybe I should wear something standard first.” She picked out her outfit and took the small wheeled luggage case out of the wardrobe. Various other pink items were chosen and soon the case was full.

“May I come in, please? I need to get my clothes.”

“Sure, Chloé. Actually I’ll get them for you.” Sara picked up Chloé’s clothes, including the white teddy dress and took them to the door.

“Thank you Sara, I will get dressed now.” Chloé left the bedroom and returned to the living room to get dressed. Sara proceeded to put her pink outfit on and then looked at herself in the mirror. She wore pink underwear, including holdup stockings, pink shoes, miniskirt, a light pink blouse and a pink jacket. “Good evening, Parker. Oh God, that sounded terrible!” Sara said, trying to put on an English accent. “I hope that James and Chloé appreciate this. Time to let her see my clothing, I just hope that she doesn’t laugh.”

Sara walked out of the bedroom and into the living room. Before Sara could even say a word, Chloé exclaimed “You look incredible Madame Sara, pink really does suit you.”

Sara blushed at Chloé’s compliment. “Why thank you Chloé, but I fear that you are being too kind.”

“Not at all Sara, I appreciate the effort that you have made and James will too.” Sara looked around the room and noticed that Chloé was fully dressed and she had packed her bags.

I think that I must make my move now, if I am to get Sara into the position that I desire. “Sara, could you do something for me, following my instructions and without asking any questions?”

“Yes Chloé, I know that you are not going to hurt me, so do what you want.” Without even being asked, Sara closed her eyes, put her hands together behind her back and opened her mouth wide. It’s obvious that Chloé wants to put me in bondage, so I might as well prepare myself. A moment later, Sara felt something cover her eyes before the familiar ball was pushed into her mouth and the gag was firmly buckled.

Then she felt something new, it wasn’t rope, but it felt like some kind of unusual tape was being wrapped several times around her wrists. Then her elbows were pulled together and the tape was wrapped around four times, just below her elbows. She could then feel the tape being wrapped around her upper body and arms, just above and below her breasts. More tape was then wrapped around her wrists and hips, locking her arms to her body. Then tape was wrapped around her ankles, just below her knees, and finally at her mid-thighs, just below the hem of her skirt.

“Just stay there, Sara. I shall be back in a moment.” Sara listened as Chloé left the room and came back about half a minute later. She was turned to the left and her sleep mask was removed.

Sara gasped in amazement as she saw in the full length mirror that she was bound in pink tape! How on Earth did Chloé get hold of pink tape? Who even makes tape of that colour?

The captive looked quizzically at Chloé, who responded “It is called bondage tape Sara, and it comes in many different colours. It will only stick to itself, so that it won’t hurt your skin or clothes. It can be used multiple times, saving on money. I shall sit you on the carpet, and you can try to escape from it.” Chloé helped Sara onto the floor and the helpless woman tried to free herself from her bonds. Try as she might though, she was unable to break free and the tape held fast.

After a short while, Sara made motions with her hands, trying to indicate that she wanted to be free. “You want the tape to be removed so that we can go to James?” Sara nodded. “Well Sara, your present bondage is exactly how you will be going to James. Sara looked at Chloé in shock at this announcement!

“Yes my captive, you will be delivered to my lover as a bound and gagged captive.”

“Noph! Pleph! Noph!” Sara Cried through her ball-gag. It’s impossible! I can’t even drive a car like this, let alone be hidden from sight! Chloé must be teasing me, that can be the only reason for this Chloé pulled Sara’s knees up until they were almost touching her chin, and then she wrapped some more of the tape around Sara’s upper legs and her chest, locking her upper legs to her body.

“I will be back in a moment Sara, and I will be bringing your method of transportation.” Chloé left the room as Sara struggled again, but there was no chance of escape. Has Chloé gone insane? What is she planning?

A minute later, Chloé returned and Sara nearly fainted with shock. It was the large wheeled luggage case! Please you can’t put me in there, please no! “Noph! Pleph! Noph!”

“This will be perfect for your journey, my pink princess. You will fit in here easily enough, and this is how you will be taken to James.” Chloé unzipped the case, which clearly had enough room to put Sara in and wheeled the black cloth case over to her captive who was struggling like never before.

“Calm down, my little Pink Widow in bondage. Think of this as an adventure in itself, with you starring as the kidnapped princess.” After a few minutes, Chloé managed to get the struggling but helpless Sara into a sitting position in the case. Then she zipped the case half way up so that Sara would not be able to fall out of the case. The helpless woman looked up at Chloé with the most pleading eyes that ever existed, accompanied by begging sounds through her gag. “You can breathe safely in here and I will keep you upright for the journey. Once I close the case up, it would be a good idea for you to keep quiet, as it would not be a good idea to let your presence be known.”

Chloé must be joking, she’s teasing me and we will be going in my car. She hasn’t got the strength to lift me straight up like this. Chloé closed the side and Sara was helpless and captive inside the case.

The tied up girl listened to Chloé as she spoke. “Bonjour, is that the taxi firm? Thank you, I would like a taxi outside the Tennyson Apartments in about ten minutes please. Thank you very much. There is one other detail that I had forgotten to mention. I need a taxi that has a ramp for wheelchair access as I have to move something that is heavy and fragile. Thank you so much, I will be at the car park in ten minutes.”

Sara was stunned at this revelation. Chloé must have had this all worked out. She must have seen the luggage case and seen that I can fit in it. “I have gathered up your keys, your phone, the special clock and the handbag Sara, and put them in one of my bags. It is time that we went to the car park to catch the taxi.” Sara felt the case move, and with a sinking heart realised that Chloé wasn’t joking about this. I will have to be quite about this, because neither of us want to cause an incident where the police is brought in.

She felt the case stop for a moment and then start again. Chloé must be closing the apartment door. We will have to stop outside the elevator next. After another minute, she stopped again for thirty seconds and after that, moved only a few feet. Then there was a sensation of descending and then a sudden stop. We must be on the surface level, and it’s just a matter of being wheeled to the car park.

As she was being wheeled along, Sara’s heart was beating fast, partly from fear and partly from the exhilaration of the adventure. Finally the case stopped and Sara knew that Chloé was waiting for the taxi. Here we are, waiting for the taxi, one French lady and one captive woman who’s bound and gagged in a case. This has become the weirdest Saturday morning that I have ever experienced.

Sara’s heart beat even faster as she heard a car approach...