Dominated by DNA Part 35

It was nine o’clock on a Monday morning and Sara lay on her bed in her hotel room, waiting for a telephone call from Anne. The lady was dressed in grey jogging suit with pink trim, and her trainers bore the same colour scheme as her clothing. The phone beeped, Sara picked it up and answered the call from Anne.

“Good Morning Sara. The briefing room is ready, and I am on my way to pick you up. Would you be so kind as to suit up and run the extractor fans.”

“Thank you Ann, I will see you in a few minutes. Bye for now.” The call was ended and Sara quickly put on her biohazard suit, making sure that all of the seals were in place. The next act was to put her red watch onto her left wrist, switch on the fans in the room, and it took about a minute for the colour on her watch to change from red to green.

All I have to do it wait for Anne to turn up and take me out via the door. Technically, this is a test exercise for the CDC, so that should keep people from being nosy.

There was a knock on the door, and Anne’s voice called out “Are you ready, Sara?”

“I’m fine, and I’m opening the door.” She opened the door and looked at the FBI agent in her usual working clothes. “I take it that a coughing fit will be useful, once we reach the parking level?” Closing the door behind her, Sara handed the keys to Anne.

“Yes, Sara. Some people will most likely believe that this for real and the exercise is a cover up.” Anne said as she walked to the elevator with the suited lady beside her. The trip down to the basement was uneventful, and the lack of any other people made any pretence unnecessary as they made their way to the agent’s car. The trip to the building where the briefing was going to take place took about thirty minutes, and when they walked into the room, Chloé, Angela, James, and Miss Smith were already seated. There was a spare seat to the right of Chloé, and Sara sat down in it.

Anne stood in front of the others. “Good morning everyone, your cover story for today is that this is a counselling session for the loss that you have experienced. In truth, this is a briefing for how to deal with this situation, and I hope that you can understand Sara’s decision and the sacrifice that she is making. I know that faking Sara’s death will be hard for some people, but it’s better to do this than leave the others in any possible danger.”

“Chloé and Angela, you will both be returning to Maine, and arrangements have been made for you two to continue your courses there. Miss Smith, there is a position for you at the university of Maine, and you will be able to continue research into Sara’s condition as well.”

“James, as soon as your summer break starts, you will get an acceptance letter from the University of Maine. It is a good university, and your schooling will be paid for. This will make it easier for me to keep an eye on all of you as the ongoing situation is still my responsibility. There is another reason, and I’m sorry if I’m being sentimental, but it will be much easier for you and Chloé to meet.”

“Everyone please note that Sara’s pheromone production has not diminished in the last twenty four hours, and it is likely to remain that way until we discover a new treatment.”

“Sara, we have a special log cabin in the wilds of Maine for you to live in, and don’t worry about the name, because it is as furnished as a modern flat. We will set up pheromone detectors as soon as possible, and we will keep in touch with you regularly.”

“Now everyone, will you please open your folders so that we can go through the various protocols, especially for visiting Sara.”

It was a long day, as they went through every little detail, and it got quite hot at times in the biohazard suit, but Sara managed to maintain her concentration. Whenever anyone was unsure, Anne took them through it again.

“And don’t forget, if you ever talk about Sara being alive, the simplest thing is to apologise about your act of denial, and that you wanted to think of her as still alive. Believe me, it’s easier than it looks.” Anne rose from her chair. “I’m to take Sara on a chartered flight tonight to Maine and help her get settled into her new accommodation, so we both need to leave now. Hopefully, I’ll be back some time tomorrow to continue the work here.”

Sara quickly hugged all of the people in the room, and she held onto Chloé for several minutes. “It’s a pity that I have to hold you with this suit on, Chloé. Maybe Miss Smith will find an effective treatment for me in her laboratory.”

At this comment, Chloé started to cry, which set Sara off as well. “I am so sorry Sara.” The French lady sobbed “It is my fault that you have ended up in this situation, and I should be the one to suffer, not you.”

“I have no regrets about this. Even if I knew that I would end up like this, I wouldn’t have hesitated.” Sara replied.

Finally, the two women separated and Sara left with Anne to go to the airport...

“So you’re both helping to set up an adventure for the birthday girl on Saturday.” Sara said as sat in her jogging suit and looked at the two windows on her monitor which showed the faces of Anne and Chloé. “She’s certain to have a good time then. What will you be doing, Chloé?”

“I will be the Italian villainess, Eva Kant, and Anne will be helping as needed.” The French lady answered. “My studies are coming along fine, and being back at Maine means that I don’t have to pretend to anyone.”

“I hope that you both have a good time, and as this will be a busy weekend, there is no need to call me until Tuesday.” The lady said “Anne, I still feel guilty about taking your time up when your friends needed you so badly after the kidnapping.”

“If anyone is responsible, then I am the one to blame, mon amie.” Chloé said “If I had not rushed off to speak to Angela, all of this would not have happened.”

“Don’t blame yourself, Chloé.” Anne said “It was two o’clock in the morning, and you were at your most tired. That’s why you were contacted then. You made no mistake, it was just clever planning.”

“Let’s not argue, please.” The woman in the tracksuit said “You need to make your preparations for the weekend’s event. I’ll speak to both of you on Tuesday, love and hugs.”

The two ladies on the monitor said their goodbyes, the connection ended, and Sara looked at the warning red lights on the walls. Maybe Miss Smith will find a new counter agent, but it has been over a month and there has been no diminishing in my pheromone output. It is good to live vicariously with those in Maine, and the connection provides me with plenty of information. I won’t get any visitors as this area is marked as an ‘Anthrax test zone’ which will be enough to scare anyone away, plus there are warning systems to let me know of any unauthorised presence.

The front door was open to allow fresh air into the living room, and Sara went upstairs to her bedroom in order to undress for a shower. This didn’t take long, and the lady decided to spend the rest of the morning wrapped up in a towel, and watch some television, so she went downstairs, sat down on the couch and picked up the remote.

A moment later, she dropped the remote in shock as a man walked through the door! He was tall, broad shouldered, with black hair and a handsome face, and he was wearing blue shorts and t-shirt. There were a pair of hiking boots on his feet, and there was a large grey rucksack on his back which he put down onto the floor before opening the top.

“You must get out of here now! It’s too dangerous for you to remain here!” Sara screamed at the man, as she felt her strength leave her. It’s even more dangerous for me, as it will be Tuesday before Ann and Chloé call again! You will tie me up and mate with me, and I will remain helpless with my fate sealed as you run away in terror!

It was at that point that she trembled as she heard him speak in an Australian accent “I want to mate with you. You need to be secured that I can give you the pleasure that you wish for.”

“No! You don’t have to do this!” She screamed as she watched him remove a bag from the top of the rucksack and advance towards her. What the hell happened to the warning system? There were even supposed to be anti personnel devices that were supposed to deploy automatically, please don’t tell me that you somehow managed to avoid all of that!

The terrified lady felt as weak as a kitten as he lifted her up off the couch, and pulled her arms together behind her back with her hands pressed palm to palm. She cried out as rope was firmly wrapped around her wrists, cinched and then the ends were tied off out of effective reach of her fingers. It won’t be long before I am completely bound and immobile and then you will want to take me. Oh no, I can’t be feeling that, please NO! The captive squirmed as her elbows were pulled together and secured firmly, which forced her lower arms into a parallel position, and the heat of lust grew in her loins, despite the fact that her situation was going to leave her to a dreadful fate.

“Let me go! You don’t know what is going to-ulp!” Her pleading was stopped as a rolled up piece of white cloth was pushed into her mouth, and a wide white cloth strip was place over her lower face and knotted securely at the back of her neck. The captive rubbed her legs together as the feeling of desire built up in her mound of intimacy.

A squeal escaped her gagged mouth as the man pulled the towel away from her body which exposed her naked body to his gaze, and she soon found herself forced to the floor in a kneeling position. A length of rope was wrapped tightly around her right calf and thigh, cinched so that the rope gripped even more firmly and the knot was tied in the space between the upper and lower parts of her immobilised limb. Her left leg was bound in the same way which left the lady helplessly kneeling in a frogtie.

This is it, you’re going to take me and leave me to my fate. What are you doing now? The man took some more rope, and the lady found her upper arms bound firmly to her chest with loops that went around her body, above and below her breasts. A minute later, her wrists were secured to her body with another length of rope that went around her waist.

By this time, Sara’s intimacy was like a cauldron of desire, and her eventual fate was pushed out of her mind as the only thing that she desired was for him to mate with her. I’m nude, helpless and available. What are you waiting for!

To her surprise, the man gently picked her up in his arms,  carried her upstairs to the bedroom and laid her on her back on the large brass bed. “You need to be made love to properly, not on the floor for your first time with me.” He took six long pieces of rope and tied one end to her bent knees, her arms at the shoulders, two to the waist rope on either side of her body, one to her wrists ande on to her hair.

This is incredibly ornate, but you don’t need to do it, take me now! A cry came from the captive, as her need built up to a level that caused her to writhe uncontrollably, and she begged to be taken by the Australian. The man ignored her as he tied the other ends of the ropes down to the bed. The waist ropes were knotted off to the sides of the bed, the knee and shoulder ropes to the corners which forced her legs apart, and her wrists were tied to the bottom of her bed while her hair rope was secured to the metal at the top.

I’m completely ted down to the bed, and it’s as if I’m stuck in a spider’s web. There is something very different going on here, but I don’t know what it is. All I know is that I want you!

A cloth strip was placed over her eyes and tied off at the back of her head, leaving her blindfolded, and she felt him lie on top of her as he pressed himself into her flower, which elicited a scream of joy from the bound captive. He slid in and out of her gently at first, but the thrusts increased in speed and intensity until she gave out one long scream as her body entered orgasm, and her world became one of bliss and convulsions...

As she lay on the bed in her long pos-orgiastic bliss, Sara was surprised to hear footsteps coming up the stairs. You’re coming back to me? This is impossible, anyone who mates with me in this condition runs away screaming in terror. She caught the scent of cooked meat in her nostrils and she felt a massive desire to eat.

“Are you hungry?” He asked and Sara nodded her head.

Please feed me, I need to eat!

“I am going to remove your gag, and you will eat what I put in your mouth. There is to be no talking.” The woman sighed with relief as the man removed the gag from her mouth.

Instead of running away in fear of being eaten, you are going to feed me! Are you immune to that effect on me? If so, then you can’t go after this, you need to stay with me. A small piece of meat was placed in her mouth, and Sara thought that is was the most delicious food ever as she savoured the taste. She just lay there on the bed, enjoying the meal that her captor had prepared for her.

“Open your mouth wide, as you need to be gagged again.” He said, so Sara obliged him and she was soon gagged.

Please make love to me again. Sara was kissed and caressed as she was taken to the edge many times by her captor, but not allowed her release until she was literally begging for her fulfilment.

“Will you be my willing captive from now on?” He asked.

The captive nodded her head vigorously. Yes, I’ll be your captive, bound and gagged and at your mercy! It almost seemed heavenly when he entered her again and took her to a level of ecstasy that she didn’t believe was possible...

Sara was resting on the bed, eating the steak that had been prepared for her, when her captor removed the blindfold and she was able to look around the room. The first thing that she noticed was that the pheromone indicators were glowing green, which meant that she was no longer any risk to anyone. You’ve cured me, I don’t know who you are, but you’ve cured me!

Tears started to drip from the captive’s eyes as she started to sob from the emotional release within her, and soon she was crying profusely. “I’m sorry.” the man said “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“That’s okay, you haven’t hurt me.” Sara said as she sniffled “I thought that finding a treatment for my condition is impossible, and you just happen to randomly turn up at the cabin and change my life for the better. By the way, my name is Sara Smite.”

“Hi Sara, my name is Brian Carter. It does seem to be a little late for name swapping after what we just went through, given what has happened.” Brian said “I do not think that meeting you was random, though. I shall tell you what happened.”

“I was at Sydney Airport in Australia, returning from a holiday in the USA, when I noticed a scent that affected me greatly, and I had to find out what it was.  I followed it through the airport, and came across a forty year old craggy looking man whose name was Richard. It appeared that he was convalescing on holiday because of an incident that lead to the death of a woman at a research laboratory. I asked him where he came from, and I was on my way to the USA by the return flight. I flew to the city where he came from, and the scent at that airport was even stronger, which I traced to one particular aircraft.”

“The aircraft owner told me told me of an unusual journey of a lady in a biohazard suit up to Maine, and I flew to the destination that he mentioned, where the smell was even stronger. After that is was a simple matter of hiking here.” Brian paused for a moment. “I hope you’re not angry with me for this, as I somehow felt that I had to come here.”

Sara had finished crying by now and she had felt more peaceful than she had done for the last month. “After you mated-, made love to me, you weren’t terrified of me eating you?”

“Not at all, the only thought on my mind was that you had to be fed and that it was my duty to feed you.” Brian answered.

“Brian, please stay with me. Please don’t leave me.” Sara said.

“That may be a problem, as my visa expires on Monday.” Brian said “I won’t be able to remain in the states.”

“Don’t worry about your visa, Brian. On Tuesday, I will be speaking to someone who will be very happy for you to remain with me...”