Dominated by DNA Part 21

Sara cringed as the car pulled to a stop in front of her. Chloé’s actually going to do it. I’m going to be taken to James’s house, bound and gagged inside a luggage case! I daren’t try to escape, or even call for help, just in case I really am discovered. A door opened and a female voice said “Would you like me to help you with your cases?”

“No thank you.” Chloé answered “I would just like the ramp extended so that the large case can be wheeled up. The item inside is heavy and fragile, and my friend James only trusts me to move it.”

I’ve never been described as heavy and fragile before, but I suppose that Chloé said that to dissuade the driver from handling it. Sara noticed that she was moving slowly up a ramp. “That sure looks heavy enough,” the taxi driver said “Have you got a dead body in there?”

“No, I actually have a beautiful woman who is tightly bound and gagged in the case, and I am taking her with me to spend the weekend with myself and my boyfriend.” Chloé answered. No! You told the driver that I’m in here! She’ll want to check for herself and I will be so embarrassed from this! Sara managed to suppress her fear and waited for the moment when the case would be opened.

She was relieved when she heard the driver laugh “Well, that’ll teach me to be so nosy. I’ll remember not to be so curious next time.” Sara had stopped moving and she heard the doors closed. “Is it the same destination, James’s house?”

“Oui, and could you please drive carefully, I just want to make sure that the item gets there in one piece.” Chloé answered.

“Certainly, I’ll make sure that your ‘captive’ has a smooth ride.” Sara felt the gentle acceleration of the vehicle as it left the parking area. I hope that all of the trip will be gentle, as I don’t want to end up on my side.

The journey only took ten minutes and it was quiet and uneventful, although it seemed like an hour to Sara who was constrained and confined in the luggage case. The taxi came to a halt, the doors opened, and Sara was moved down the ramp onto the pavement. “Goodbye, and I hope you use us soon.”

“Thank you, I will.”

The vehicle drove away and Chloé said “We are all alone on the street, my pretty captive so there is no one to save you now.”

That means that I won’t be exposed or discovered! I’ll be able to act up! Sara struggled as hard as she could in the case, emitting “Mmphs!” and “Nophs!” through her gagged mouth.

“Struggling is useless my bound blonde, you are my captive, and you will remain so for the entire weekend.” Chloé said as she pulled the luggage case over to the door. This is intense, I feel so helpless like this and it does seem like an adventure. Then Sara heard the doorbell ring and she decided to remain still and quiet.

The door opened, and James said “Good morning Chloé, I see you couldn’t persuade Sara to stay with us for the weekend. It’s a pity as I think that she would have enjoyed it.” At this point, Sara struggled as much as she could, and cried out like a damsel in distress. “Sara, is that you in there?” James exclaimed as Sara carried on, playing the role of the helpless captive for all it was worth.

“Oui James, I have kidnapped Sara and she has been transported by taxi. She makes a very nice little case-bound captive, all taped and gagged. I do think that we should take her inside as Sara should not be in this case for any longer than she has to.”

“Yes Chloé, I’ll pull the cases from here and put them in the living room, and could you please get a bottle of water with a straw from the kitchen?” Sara was moving again, and felt herself going over the raised doorway, before travelling a little further and stopping. Hopefully I’m in the living room, and I can soon get out of this case. It has been a fun adventure, but I feel cramped in here, and the air seems to be a little stale. In a minute though, Sara heard a familiar zip sound, a moment later the cover on her left side was removed, and the captive looked up sheepishly at James.

“Did you enjoy your trip? By the way, you do look pretty in pink.” James asked. Sara nodded her head as she blushed. It was scary at first, but I relaxed as it went on. The girl put on a struggle, forgetting that the case only supported her on one side and then she went too far over to the left...

“EEEEPH!” Sara cried as she landed on her left side on the floor. Well, at least I’m out of the case, although that was an unorthodox way of exiting it. She struggled a little more on the floor until Chloé walked back in, holding the bottle and straw.

“Are you okay, Madame Sara?” Chloé asked looking a little concerned. Sara nodded again, blushing a little at her present position.

“Sara struggled a bit too much and she just tipped over to one side. I’m sure that the only thing that’s hurt is her pride.” Chloé handed the bottle and straw to James, and then picked up one of the bags.

“I wish to get changed into something special, so I am going upstairs for a few minutes. Will you please water our captive, while I am out of the room?” Chloé asked.

“Certainly Chloé, I’ll take care of Sara while you change into something more fun.” James answered as he moved the case into a corner and put Sara back into a sitting position on the floor.

Chloé left the room leaving James and Sara together. I hope Sara gives James a kiss for getting her out of the case, she should do that for him. It will be easy to watch over her as she is here, plus we can all have such fun. I cannot wait for James to tie us two ladies together. Chloé entered the bedroom and disrobed completely, before opening up a package that she took out of the bag. This should be very useful, as James will have full access without removing my sweater or tights.

She put the red, ribbed, cotton tights on first, and she carefully positioned the flap that was held in place by two little clasp hooks so that when the time came, James would be able to take full advantage of her. Next to be worn was the red, ribbed, cotton polar-necked sweater, which had two strategically placed clasped flaps on the front. You are going to love my outfit James, and I will love being bound in it. Chloé sat down on the bed for a minute and composed herself for the day ahead...

James knelt down on Sara’s right side and removed the ball-gag, freeing her muffled mouth. “My hero.” She said softly, closing her eyes, tilting her head back and parting her lips slightly. A moment later, there was the gentle pressure of his lips against hers and the moment felt wonderful. This is so sweet, I just hope that Chloé has no problems about you kissing me. Then the kiss stopped, Sara opened her eyes a few moments later, and saw James kneeling there with the bottle with a straw in it being held up to her lips. “Thank you, oh sweet hero.” Sara said, taking the straw in her mouth and sipping the water, a little at a time.

“I’m not your hero, remember, I’m going to be as much your captor as Chloé is.” James explained. “So I’m afraid you are not going to get free.”

“I’m not sure that I want to be free right now, as it is all so enjoyable.” Sara ended her sipping. “But this position does feel a little awkward. Could you please remove the tape that binds my legs to my chest, and wrap it around my ankles and thighs in, what was it, a frog-tie?”

“Sure Sara, I think that the end point must be on your left side, so it I will have to start there.” James stood up, went around to Sara’s left side and started to unwind the tape.

It was then that James noticed the cut on Sara’s left hand, which was covered by the gloves that she wore on Wednesday night. “Sara, what happened to your hand? Did it happen when you were transported here?” he asked with a worried look.

“The cut, oh it’s nothing. All of us Sara’s have ended up with a wound like that when we reach the age of forty. It’s even been nicknamed ‘The Smite Curse’ and Smite is my surname, just in case you were wondering. It has been passed down from mother to daughter since the mid 1820’s, and I am the latest recipient. The major difference to my predecessors is that I have ended up with altered DNA as a result of this.”

James thought for a moment and said “Mother to daughter, and not to any son? Do you mean that it is only females who end up with this?”

“James, from what I know, ever since the 1820’s, every Smite has only given birth to one daughter, who is always called Sara. There have been no sons, and no Smite woman since that time has ever taken a husband.”

“Only daughters and no sons? That is unusual, but why haven’t there been any husbands?”

“There was never been a husband since the last one who murdered an English Gentleman in the 1820’s. When his daughter learned of the shame on her family’s name, she fled to the United States to start a new life, but it seems that the ‘curse’ followed her.” Sara explained.

“Do you know anything about the Gentleman who was murdered?” James asked. “I’m sure that there would be no grudge against your family name by now.”

Sara thought for a moment before speaking “I only know his first name, Horatio. We are taught to remember that his first name is the same as Admiral Nelson’s.”

“How did you get the cut?” James asked.

“Now that is a weird and unusual story in itself.  Do you remember the storm that we had on Sunday night?”

“Yes, it was quite ferocious as I recall.” James answered.

“Well, I had just returned to the kitchen to get another cup of coffee and the lights went out. No, I think that it was darker than that, and it was as if I couldn’t see anything at all, even the lightning. As I groped around, I felt a slight pain in my left hand, and I lifted it to my face. A moment later, the lights came back on and I had this little cut, just behind my knuckles which went across my hand.”

“Is that all, Sara?” James asked.

“This is the strangest thing. After the storm was over, I went to Janet who is my next door neighbour, and I asked her about the blackout. She told me that there had been no blackout during the storm, and that the power had stayed on all of the time. I went back to my apartment and noticed that my microwave was showing the usual time, which meant that the power had been on all the time.”

“That is very unusual.”

“I can only think that instead of the lights going out, I suddenly couldn’t see and that’s how I got cut. The more I think about what happened, the more it seems like something like darkness descended onto me.” Sara shivered.

James chuckled “Maybe it’s Horatio’s shade taking revenge on your family after all these years.”

Sara shivered again at this “James, if it wasn’t for the fact that the cut has landed me in trouble because of my DNA, I would be laughing with you. Given my present situation, however, I’m likely to believe anything.” Sara paused “Could we please get back to what we are supposed to be doing, James? I would like my mind to be taken off thoughts of shadowy ghosts that are bent on revenge.”

James continued to unwrap the tape until Sara was free of it, and then he put her on her back. “It will be much easier to tape your legs together if you are in this position.” He pressed her lower legs so that the heels of her low heeled pumps pushed into her bottom.

“What are you planning to do to Chloé when she comes back downstairs?” Sara asked as James began wrapping the tape around her thighs and ankles.

“I think that she has been very naughty, kidnapping you and transporting you like this, and there is a suitable punishment for naughty girls.” James answered.

“I suspect that her spanking will be more erotic than painful.” Sara commented.

“Well, making someone feel pain, just for the sake of it, is not in my dictionary.” James finished binding Sara’s legs with tape and placed her on her front, facing the doorway and the couch.

“This is the point where I am gagged again, I presume.” Sara opened her mouth wide and waited. James picked up her gag, inserted the ball into her mouth, took the straps around to the back of her head and buckled the gag firmly into place. “MMMMMM.” was the sound emitted by Sara. It seems to have become the standard for me, ending up being bound and gagged wherever I go. At least I can enjoy it now.

James gathered some items and walked up to the living room door. “Are you ready to come down, Chloé?” He called, and then went behind the open door and pushed it to...

Chloé stood up when she heard James call her. This must be the cue for me to go downstairs and be tied up. I wonder what you have in store for me after that, as Sara will be watching us both. Mon Dieu! Even the thought of that is arousing! Chloé made her way out of the bedroom, down the stairs and then stood in front of the living room door. James is probably hiding behind the door, so I will not make it easy for him. Chloé took a deep breath and pushed the door open slowly...

Sara watched as the door moved. Chloé must suspect something, I must do something to distract her. Sara started struggling and “MPH!”-ing as much as she could, acting as if she really was in distress. As soon as the door was wide enough, Chloé saw Sara’s behaviour and rushed up to her, with genuine concern showing on her face. The worried look turned to a puzzled frown as Sara looked at James, stopped struggling and then smiled.

“Merde!” Chloé cried as she was forced to the floor in front of Sara. Moments later, her arms were pinned to her side as James sat astride her, facing her head. As she screamed again, he took a gag out of his pocket and forced the red ball into Chloé’s mouth. Then he pulled the end of the straps around to the back of her head and buckled it securely.

“Now to get to work on your hands and feet, then the rest will be easy.” James turned around on top of Chloé so that he was facing her feet. He took her wrists and placed them in a crossed position in the small of her back. He took a length of rope out of his pockets, wound it vertically and horizontally around her wrists, and then cinched and knotted the rope tightly. He moved further down her body until her was at her legs, took another piece of rope and then firmly wrapped, cinched and knotted her ankles together firmly.

Chloé turned her head to the right, glared at Sara for a moment, and then winked to show that she was okay. That’s good, at least you are not angry with me for fooling you. Oh God, watching you getting placed in bondage is arousing me! James placed Chloé into a sitting position and picked up a long piece of rope with was used to bind Chloé’s arms to her chest, above and below her breast.s This was finished off with the rope cinching the bonds between her arms and body. Another long piece of rope was wrapped around her wrists and her waist, forcing her hands to the back of her body. Chloé was forced into a kneeling position and the rope was taken from her wrists, between her legs and looped over the waist rope at the front. Then a series of knots were placed in the rope, it was threaded between Chloé’s legs again, pulled tight and then knotted off securely at her wrists.

Even seeing Chloé tied this way stoked the flames of Sara’s desire. You are very lucky to have James do that to you.

James caressed the knotted crotch rope and Chloé emitted a delightful sigh. Mon Dieu! This is wonderful, I have never been touched in this way in the presence of Sara and I think this makes it even more powerful. Chloé was carried and made to sit on the right side of the couch, and James picked up three more pieces of rope which he used to bind and cinch Chloé’s legs below and above the knee and at the mid thigh.

Sara’s heart was racing as she looked at the beautiful Frenchwoman who was securely bound and gagged. I feel like I’m going to explode, ad James hasn’t even started spanking Chloé yet. I hope I don’t orgasm just by watching, that would be embarrassing.

James sat down to Chloé’s left and looked at her. “Chloé, you are charged with kidnapping Sara and her illegal transportation. How do you plead?” He asked menacingly.

Chloé shook her head and tried to say not guilty, but she just mumbled through her gag. “So you do not wish to say that you are innocent.” Chloé screamed and shook her head again. “So be it.” James took hold of Chloé and placed her so that she was bent over his lap, and her head was to the left of his body. She struggled but she was easily held down.

Mon Dieu! James is going to do it! He is going to spank me in front of Sara, and there is nothing that I can do to stop him. I am so aroused by this, and by looking at Sara, it seems that she is as well.

“Chloé Badelaine, as you have refused to plead your innocence, you will be punished appropriately for you crimes. You are hereby sentenced to be spanked on the bottom until orgasmed.”

Sara watched as James raised his right hand...

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...

Dominated by DNA Part 19

Sara felt very relaxed on the bed after resting in her bondage, but she started as a hand softly caressed her hair. “Is that you Chloé? I can’t see or hear you like this.” The helpless woman felt herself being rolled onto her back, and a soft kiss was placed upon her lips. It must be you Chloé, or the gentlest burglar in existence. A tongue gently pressed against her teeth and Sara parted her mouth to permit access. The tongue softly probed and explored her mouth, giving her pleasure and causing her to writhe on the bed. Soon, she intertwined her own tongue with the other person’s tongue and then felt arms embracing her. This is so gentle and pleasurable, it must be Chloé.

Eventually the other person drew back, leaving Sara with a smile on her face. A moment later, the sleep mask was pulled off her face to reveal a smiling Chloé. “I knew it had to be you, as you were so soft and gentle.” She thought for a moment. “Am I going to be left tied up for the evening, or do you have something in store for me?”

Chloé reached down to Sara’s ears and removed the ear plugs. “You can be sure that I have further plans for you, my sweet hostage. But first, I must get you out of these clothes, as it will be wonderful to kiss and caress your nude body to fulfilment while you are bound.”

“That means you’ll have to untie me to do this. It’s a bit of a shame, as I’m really enjoying being tied up. Maybe you could caress me with my clothes on, that way you don’t have to untie me.”

“You will remain bound and helpless while I removed your clothing from your skin and there will be no chance of escape.”

“Do you mean that you can undress me without freeing me? I would really love to see that Chloé, it would be very erotic.”

“I notice that your full length mirror is on castors, Sara. If you like, I will move it around to this side of the bed so that you may see the entire process. I will remove your hogtie rope and place the sleep mask on your face first, though.”

“Oh Chloé, I would like it very much. Please move the mirror, so that I may see myself.” This seems like it is going to be a very pleasant experience for me. Chloé picked up the mask and placed it over Sara’s eyes again. I think that this is so I cannot see myself until I am properly placed in front of the mirror. Sara felt herself being turned onto her front, and the rope connecting her ankles to her wrists was untied. She stretched her legs out on the bed and heard the mirror being moved by Chloé. After a minute the moving stopped and Sara was helped into a sitting position on the left side of the bed.

“There is one more thing Sara, I do not want you to talk while you are undressed. This way, you will be completely helpless. So will you please open your mouth as wide as you can?” Sara complied with Chloé’s request. I think I am about to become very well acquainted with this new gag. She felt the large rubber ball being popped into her mouth between her teeth, the straps were taken around the back of her head and the ends firmly buckled together. I’m only going to be able to make muffled noises with my tongue pressed like this. If I was truly in distress though, Chloé would free me in an instant.

Hands gently held onto her sides as Sara was lifted into a standing position and turned ninety degrees to the right. Then she felt a soft touch on her right cheek slowly pushing her head to the left. I will probably see my side profile in the mirror with my head turned like this.

“Close your eyes please, I am going to remove the mask. Sara did so, not wanting to spoil the surprise. The mask on her face was taken off, and Sara wondered what she would see. “You may open your eyes now, Sara.”

She opened her eyes and the feeling was electrifying as she saw the helpless woman in the mirror! She felt faint and her legs started to buckle from the shock. Chloé quickly embraced Sara, holding her up until Sara could regain her feet and her composure. “Oui, it is very intense when you see yourself in bondage like this for the first time.” Chloé gently kissed Sara on the right cheek. “I will have to try and resist loving you as I undress you, otherwise this will take all night.” Sara smiled at the thought of this. You can’t be any hurry, Chloé, I’m not going anywhere like this, and I think that you’re staying with me.

Chloé gently unbuttoned the top of Sara’s blouse and delicately moved her fingers down to the next. One by one, the buttons were removed from their holes until a thin strip of flesh was exposed from Sara’s neck to her waist. Chloé then softly ran her right forefinger down the gap, causing shivers to run along Sara’s spine. That feels so good Chloé, and you’ve barely even started on me. Chloé then untied the ropes that bound Sara’s arms to her body, above and below her breasts, and then pushed Sara’s blouse back until it was resting on her bound elbows.

Then Chloé’s fingers took hold of the front of Sara’s black bra and gently unhooked the clasp at the front. The two cups were pulled to the side, exposing her captive woman’s nipples and Sara was fixated with looking at the mirror and watching as she was undressed. The straps were pulled down Sara’s arms until the bra rested on her blouse.

Chloé went behind Sara and untied the knot on the rope that held her elbows together. The rope was quickly unwound and the blouse was pulled down to her wrists, along with the bra. Chloé pulled Sra’s elbows together and retied them using the same rope as before. The chest rope was again wrapped above and below Sara’s breasts, pinning her upper arms to her body. That is very clever, Chloé. I have had no chance of escape whatsoever, and I am already topless. I guess that the rest will be easy.

First the rope around Sara’s wrists and hips was removed, and then the rope around Sara’s wrists was untied, with Chloé holding Sara’s wrists firmly so as to make any chance of getting free impossible. With my upper arms bound, I have no leverage to fight back with. The blouse and bra was slipped off her wrists and Chloé wrapped, cinched and firmly knotted the rope, binding Sara’s wrists together. I didn’t think that Chloé could manage it, but I’m bound and topless!

“Did you enjoy that, Madame Sara?” Chloé asked. Sara nodded, taking in the view. “The rest of this is easy compared to removing your top. I will turn you to the front, so you can better watch the second part. Chloé gently turned Sara so that she was facing the mirror, and the woman blushed as she watched the slight sway of her breasts as she moved. Chloé unfastened the clasp on Sara’s skirt and the garment slid off her onto the floor. The ropes around Sara’s thighs and knees were removed, and Sara blushed as her stockings were rolled down to below her knees, and her panties were slid down to her ankles, exposing her mound of Venus. The ropes were then retied above and below Sara’s knees, and at the mid thigh, followed by the rope that tied Sara’s wrists to her hips

“Time for you to sit down on the bed, my sweet captive.” Sara sat down, a little ungainly as she was securely bound, and Chloé then removed the rope around her ankles. The panties were removed first, followed by the right and left boots being unzipped and gently pulled off Sara’s feet, and finally the stockings were softly rolled off. The ankle rope was then used to firmly bind Sara’s ankles, and Sara was as helpless as before, but completely in the nude.

“See Madame Sara, I have undressed you, and you had no chance of escape at any time. Now, I will lie you on the bed for a little entertainment.” Chloé lifted Sara’s legs and turned her until the bound woman was lying on her back on the bed, with her ankles near the bottom of the bed. The end of a length of rope was tied to Sara’s ankles, the other end was tied to the foot of the bed, and then the sleep mask was again placed over her eyes. Sara sighed and writhed slowly on the bed with her sight and ability to move taken from her, and with the fire in her intimacy glowing stronger.

“I can see that you are longing for my touch, Madame Sara. You will not be denied.” Sara gasped as she felt the gentle touch of lips on her neck as fingers delicately traced paths over her body. The fingers moved to her abdomen and the kisses moved to between her breasts, arousing Sara’s passion and desire. She arched her body as she felt sweet, tender kisses along the mounds of her breasts and the first caress of her womanhood. You are so pleasurable and teasing in your touches, Chloé. I wish I could spend the weekend with you, but that would be unfair on James. The caresses were stronger and faster, and kisses were being placed in a ring around Sara’s nipples, eliciting moans from the helplessly aroused captive.

Moment by moment, Sara felt her body move ever closer to that so needed climax, where she would feel nothing but bliss. Her intimacy was on fire, and her nipples were being constantly sucked and teased.Please give me my release Chloé, my body aches for it. The kisses on her breasts became more passionate still and the caresses were taking her body to fever pitch. Just a little more and I will be there. Sara pressed her hips up in time with the caresses, intensifying the experience and bringing her to the edge of her release.

Then the kisses and the caresses stopped!

“Noph! Noph! NOOOPH!” Sara bucked and writhed on the bed as her chance of fulfilment was taken away from her. I was so close! You can’t do this to me! I’m on fire! She twisted in her ropes but there was no chance of freedom, and she was left in a torment of pleasure.

“Now that I have your attention Sara, I have a request for you. James and I would like you to stay with us for the weekend.” Sara screamed as there was a caress on her womanhood, teasing her with its softness. “You could say no, but then I would just leave you in this state until you changed your mind. So, will you stay with us for the weekend?”

You did this deliberately, Chloé! You took me to this state just so I would have no choice but to accept the offer. I don’t want to impose on you two, but this ache in my body leaves me with no alternative. You win. Sara nodded her head in defeat.

“Thank you Sara, I knew that you would say yes.” Chloé said, teasing her captive. Sara sighed with relief as kisses were again landing on her breasts, and soft, slow caresses touched her intimacy, taking her closer to her fulfilment. The caresses grew in speed and strength, and the intensity of the kisses increased, again taking her to the edge.

The caresses concentrated on the ‘bulls-eye’ of her intimacy and Sara felt like she was going to fly apart from her feelings.

“GOPHHHHHHH! Sara screamed the feeling of joy engulfed her being, turning her into a shaking, convulsing vessel of bliss. She was almost unaware of the cuddles and kisses from her captor as she twisted and writhed in her orgasm…

She became aware of gentle caresses through her hair, and gentle kisses on her cheeks. “You are finally back, Sara. I thought that you were never going to stop.” Sara felt the straps at the back of her neck being unbuckled, and a moment later her mouth was free of the ball.

“Thank you, Chloé. You were absolutely wonderful.” Sara blushed.

“I think that the credit is due to your altered DNA, rather than my abilities in love-making, Sara.” Chloé removed the sleep mask from Sara’s eyes, allowing her to see again. “I think that we should just embrace and kiss for a while, until you get your strength back.”

Sara nodded and closed her eyes. I agree Chloé, I am really drained when this happens to me. She felt arms around her and sweet kisses on her lips, which helped her to relax…

The rumbling in Sara’s stomach took her to full wakefulness. “Sorry about that Chloé, it seems that my body has a mind of its own nowadays.”

“That is okay, Sara. I purchased some bread, butter and some cold meats, so I will be able to make some very nice sandwiches. I do have another request to make, if I may be so bold?”

“Request away, Chloé. I would be unable to stop you, given my present situation, anyway.”

“I noticed that we are the same size Sara, and I purchased a few items of clothing that I think would suit you very much. May I dress you in them?”

Certainly Chloé, I should like that. May I make a request in return?”

“Oui, Sara. I am interested to hear what you wish.”

“In my wardrobe, on the right, there is an item that I purchased, but never opened. I was always too scared to wear it, but I think that it would look perfect on you.”

“Oui Sara, I would be very happy to wear it, but first I must put your outfit on. I will blindfold you first, so that you cannot see the outfit.” Chloé untied the rope that held Sara’s ankles to the foot of the bed, and then moved her legs so that her feet were on the floor, placing her in a sitting position. The sleep mask was picked up and placed over Sara’s eyes again, making her wonder just how many times that she had worn it this evening.

“I am going to get your outfit Sara, and I should be no longer than a minute.” Chloé left the room, walked into the living room, picked up one of the shopping bags and returned to the bedroom.

I hope that the outfit that I’m about to wear is suitable, and not something silly. I won’t even be able to see what it is until Chloé has finished, and by then I’ll be securely bound again. Sara felt the ropes around her legs being untied, from her thighs down to her ankles. Then, what seemed to be a pair of tights were put onto her legs and rolled up to the top of her thighs. After a few minutes, her legs were bound in the same way as before, and she was then made to stand up.

The rope around her wrists and hips was removed, and Sara could feel the tights being taken up to her waist. The ropes that bound her arms and upper body were untied and she let her arms fall to her side. “Put your arms in front of you, please.” Sara did as she was asked, putting her arms out straight with her hands close together. A soft, woollen garment was put on her wrists, rolled up her arms and placed over her head and body. It’s not tight, but it does hug my body, and it gives a nice feel. Hands softly gripped her wrists, pulled her hands behind her back, and placed her forearms parallel to each other.  One piece of rope was wrapped around her right wrist and her left arm, just below the elbow, before being cinched and knotted off securely. The process was repeated with another length of rope, Sara’s left wrist and her right elbow.

I can hardly move my arms like this. It almost seems like they are locked together. Sara wriggled a little, but the ropes stayed firmly in place. Then a long piece of rope was wound around her arms and chest, above and below her breasts, taking away what little movement she had left.

“Open wide please, Sara. This will complement your clothing.” As she did so, Sara felt the familiar rubber ball in her mouth again. I wonder why Chloé has gagged me this time? The gag was buckled into place and Sara’s sleep mask was removed.

She looked in the mirror and gasped at herself! She was dressed in thick tights, and a figure hugging polar neck sweater, and both of them were the same soft pink shade as her ball-gag. “That colour looks very good on you Sara, you really should wear pink instead of black and white.” Sara blushed at Chloé’s complement, before sitting down on the bed. “I will dress into your outfit Sara, but first I must blindfold you again.” The sleep mask went over Sara’s eyes and she waited in anticipation.

Chloé quickly undressed, removing her boots, socks, dress, sweater, tights, and finally her bra and panties. She went over to the wardrobe, opened it and looked at the right, spying the item that was still in its wrapper. She noticed to the left of the item that there were various pink coloured clothes, that all looked brand new. It looks like Sara has purchased pink clothes before, but she was too timid to wear them. James saw Sara in pink once and said that she looked best in that colour. I will have to persuade her to wear pink over the weekend. Chloé then took the wrapped item out of the wardrobe and looked at the information. “Mon Dieu!” This is expensive! I can’t believe that you had this and never wore it, Sara! The material is valuable. I wish that I had shopped for something of far greater value than the sweater and tights. You even have a pink version in the wardrobe. Chloé carefully opened the package and removed the white, lace trimmed teddy dress that Sara had asked her to wear. She went in front of the mirror and dressed in the item, which fitted her perfectly, and only just covered her womanhood.

She walked over to Sara, removed the gag and then the mask. Sara opened her eyes and said “You look absolutely wonderful in that, Chloé. It complements you in every way.” Now it was Chloé’s turn to blush.

“You are too kind Sara, but this is so costly. I shouldn’t wear it.”

“Nonsense. These clothes are your gift to me, and that dress is my gift to you. You have been so helpful and so kind to me over these past few days, and I want you to have it as a token of my gratitude.”

“I will accept it on one condition, Sara.”

“Name it, Chloé.”

“Tomorrow, when we go to James’s house, you just wear pink. I have seen the clothes in your closet, and it is about time that you wore them.”

“Agreed, Chloé.” Sara blushed again, and her stomach rumbled once more.

“I think that supper is calling Sara. I will prepare some sandwiches and return. Don’t go anywhere.” Sara laughed at Chloé’s comment, as Chloé left the room.

After about ten minutes, Chloé brought in the finished sandwiches and the wine, and Sara enjoyed being fed by her captor. After a long time, the meal was eventually finished, and Sara was feeling tired, letting out a long yawn.

“I’m sorry, Chloé, but it has been a long day. I must ask one thing before I go to sleep. Is it okay to sleep like this?”

Chloé lay Sara down in a comfortable position on the bed. “I have spent the night asleep in the same bondage, Sara. Do not worry, it is safe. If you have any problems during the night, I will untie you.” Chloé lay down beside Sara and gently cuddled her.

“Thank you Chloé, I am forever grateful for your kindness.” Sara’s eyes closed and soon she drifted off to sleep.

I am the one who is grateful Sara, especially after you saved the relationship between myself and James. Soon however, Chloé also fell asleep...

Dominated by DNA Part 18

Anne cleared her throat. “Several months ago, rumours began circulating about a chemical substance nicknamed ‘Parlour’. There were three stories linked to this name. One was that it was a new kind of designer narcotic, another was that it was a sex drug and the third option was a weapon. I’m sorry for repeating this part Chloé, but it is important.”

“The reference of Parlour is obvious, Anne. ‘Come into my Parlour, said the spider to the fly’.” Chloé commented.

“That’s true, with our present knowledge. Your information and help has been invaluable Chloé, and that’s why I’m telling you all of this. The FBI needed to get someone into GEN-DAWN to monitor the situation and to find out what is truly happening. Putting an experienced agent in there would stick out like a sore thumb, so  my superiors decided that they needed someone who would stick out, but for a different reason. When you two applied for a course at the local college, it was an opportunity that they couldn’t ignore.”

Anne paused for a moment. “Chloé, your name flagged up with a tag connected to mine. When they saw Angela’s name turn up as well, it meant that we would have the perfect cover. One student would get a position at the research centre.”

“That was risky though, Anne.” Chloé said. “After I applied, I found that the positions were full and we were rejected. If it hadn’t been for the mistake and the two extra fully funded courses...” Chloé’s eyes suddenly narrowed, and then a suspicion ran through her mind. “There wasn’t a mistake, the FBI had the two extra spaces added and funded them just so that we would turn up. It was too good a chance to miss.”

“You are right Chloé, and I’m sorry about that. We had two foreign students to choose from, as a French or German student couldn’t possibly be an agent. I approached Angela the first week she was here. The only reason we approached Angela instead of you was so that we could play on people’s stereotypes. Had you gone in, the men would have been buzzing around you because of the ‘Ooh la la factor’. Angela could play the curt Teutonic German, and keep people at arm’s length. This has worked out very well. The director’s son and the director know about this, and spread the story that Angela obtained her position by sleeping with the director’s son.”

“When I checked through the normal files, I discovered about the sex drug tests that were being performed.” Angela said. “I spoke with Anne and we came to the conclusion that there was more to this than the drug.”

“It was due to intelligence reports about ‘Parlour’ that changed the situation, Chloé.” Anne said. “Terrorists would not be interested in a drug that gave women better orgasms. It was then that we felt that it was a cover for something, but we didn’t know what. Then the bottle was moved into Sara’s department on Monday.”

“Yes, the bottle that doesn’t exist.” Chloé said. “That bottle must contain an active virus.”

“Anthea said that she never saw Sara open the refrigerated unit, but she also said that she went out for lunch.” Anne thought for a moment before continuing. “Chloé, find out if Sara opened the fridge on Monday lunchtime, please. My guess is that she opened it at lunch and she became contaminated then.  The intruder was affected at lunchtime so that would indicate a time of twenty four hours between infection and activation.”

“When the police interrogated the intruder, it seems that his instructions were to restrain anyone in the room first, and once he obtained what he came for, any witnesses were ‘to be eliminated’. Chloé, Sara is alive today because she became infected. I have no doubt that the bottle was the true target of the intruder, and he would have searched the inventory and discovered it.”

“Anne, I believe that there is an old saying.” Chloé responded. “‘It’s an ill wind which blows no good’. Sara’s altered DNA proves that the virus is designed to rewrite the human genome to produce these primal pheromones. This at least has shown us how the effect works.”

“Yes, Chloé and this is what makes it such a lethal weapon.”

 “But Anne, one person is not a weapon. One person...” Chloé frowned. One person is just a problem, but what if it became more than one? “Mon Dieu! If it was used on masse, the effects could be dreadful! If it was turned into an aerosol form and sprayed into the air, you could infect a great many people!”

Anne took a deep breath. “After I gathered all of the information, I realised that as well. For an extreme example, I’ll use Manhattan Island, with a population of 1.6 million. Please note that these figures will be approximations, though. Suppose on lunchtime, the virus was released as an airborne version and covered the entire island. It would not be detected as it contains no toxic elements, and no one would present any symptoms of Illness. One day later, the adult women would feel weak and the men will be unable to control themselves. Very quickly, the entire adult female population of Manhattan are inescapably bound and gagged. Next, they would have to go through the shock of having a man ‘mate’ with them. Anyone who tries to stop them, or are even considered a threat will be ‘dealt with’ as I wanted to ‘deal’ with you two. As about a fifth of the population is under 18, you can image the casualties from this alone.”

Anne took a sip from her glass. “About half of the population is female, which comes to about 800,000. Remove the 20% of under eighteens from this and you still have 640,000 women bound and gagged on Manhattan Island. After the men have mated with them, they will be overcome by an unreasoning fear of being eaten. They will take the quickest route off the island. Many will throw themselves into the water if they cannot get off the bridges which will be packed with panicking males. People with firearms would use them to clear a path for themselves.”

“Then the authorities would send people to find out what was happening. As soon as they come into contact with the pheromones, which could be covering the island given the amount of women producing them, they will succumb and just add to the chaos. Then, people with chemical and biological protection suits would need to enter the area with detectors to try and find out what is happening. As it is a normal pheromone, and not a toxin, it would take time to detect.”

Anne paused for another drink. “Eventually, they detect the pheromone if they’re lucky, and they proceed with full protection. They have to get through the chaos and start to rescue the women. Soon, they detect that the pheromones have stopped and they remove the gear so that they can work faster. The women that are rescued are taken away from the island are taken to hospitals, schools and other locations.”

Anne stopped. “Then the hammer blow would come. About eighteen to twenty four hours later, the effect would start again. The full team of rescue workers in Manhattan would be overwhelmed and be of no further use. The rescued women would find themselves in exactly the same situation that they were before and there would be chaos in New York. Overall, we would need to effectively rescue at least 9,000 women per hour from the island, and I doubt that we could even manage half of that.”

Angela looked puzzled. “Why 9,000 an hour? Surely we wouldn’t need to rescue that many?”

Chloé thought for a second. “Because that is the number you would have to aim for to rescue the helpless population in three days. After that, the women would start dying of thirst.” Chloé’s expression changed to one of sheer horror. “Bigre! Anne, you are talking about the deaths of many people! I understand why you called it a weapon.”

Anne looked worried. “If it wasn’t for Sara’s contamination and your information, we wouldn’t have worked this out. At least we can comprehend the threat that we are up against. We may even be able to work out a detection system which will dispense the counter agent that Miss Smith is working on. We are forewarned at the very least, and that is something to be thankful for.”

Anne stood up and walked over to Chloé. “Chloé, I cannot thank you enough for your help in this matter. I must ask you to observe Sara over the weekend, as any further knowledge may be invaluable.”

“I have only played a very small part in this, Anne. You and Angela have gathered far more information. My contribution is only a minor one.”

“It is your knowledge that made the pieces fit together. Chloé, please believe me when I say that you may have helped to save the lives of hundreds of thousands of people.”

Chloé blushed at Anne’s comment. “If you say so Anne, but it does not feel like I have done anything special.”

“That’s how it always feels at this point Chloé, but things are going to move rapidly now. Angela, is Miss Smith still working on that counter agent?”

“Yes Anne, she told me that she will work on it for as long as she is able. Miss Smith wished that she had certain experts working with her and some extra equipment, though.” answered Angela.

“Does she have anybody in mind? Because whoever she wants, she will have, because that counteragent research is vital for security. When we have left, I will call her and get the personnel required.” Anne picked up a piece of paper and a pen, and then wrote down a telephone number. “This is my contact number, Chloé. You can call me any time of the day or night.  How do you plan to keep an eye on Sara over the weekend?”

“I have already planned to convince her how good it would be to spend the weekend with James and I, with her as a tied up captive. We could keep an eye on her, plus she won’t be alone here. Angela has the address if you need it.”

“Thank you Chloé, I don’t want anything bad to happen to Sara as a result of her getting inadvertently involved in this situation.”

Angela’s phone rang. “Hello, this is Angela here. Oh hello Miss Smith, did you get the bottle? OMG! That’s horrible! There’s absolutely no material that you can use in your research? That is bad news.” Angela looked at Anne. “Someone has added acid to the compound, and destroyed the virus. The only available material is Sara’s blood.”

“Could you hand your phone to me please, Angela.” Anne took the phone and held it to her ear. “Good evening Miss Smith, I am Agent Duncombe. I am informed that you require certain experts and equipment to speed up your research. I will give you a number to call, and they will assist you in obtaining anything that you need. Thank you for your assistance.” Anne then gave Miss Smith the number. “Do you have it written down? Good, is there anything else you need? I understand, you need to test the counter agent using a full adult subject. I have experienced the effect of the chemicals, and though I hate the idea of losing control, I hate the idea of subjecting someone else to this even more. Goodbye Miss Smith.” Anne ended the call and handed the phone back to Angela.

Chloé looked at Anne in surprise. “You are going to experience the siren’s call again?”

Anne looked back. “Chloé, I do not want to put someone else in that position. It was such a horrible experience, but having another person take my place is even worse.” Anne stood up and picked up her bag, and Angela stood up as well. “Now, unless there is anything else that you can contribute Chloé, I think that it’s time that we left.”

“I cannot think of anything right now, Anne. Maybe when I have had a good night’s sleep, a new detail may come to mind.”

Chloé stood up and walked to the apartment door, followed by Anne and Angela. “I hope that you can find out who is behind this, Anne. Whoever it is makes a television villain look like a boy scout.” Chloé said as she opened the door.

“I’m sure that we will find the person responsible, Chloé. It shouldn’t take long, now that we have the additional information. Anyway, goodnight and have fun with Sara.”

“Goodnight Chloé.” said Angela. “I hope that life can get back to normal after this.”

“Goodnight Angela, and good luck.” Anne and Angela walked out of the apartment and down the corridor, with Chloé closing the door behind them. This is a lot to take in, and I cannot even speak to James or Sara about it. Chloé took the glasses to the kitchen, washed then, dried them and put them away.

“Chloé, are you there? Chloé?” Sara’s voice made Chloé jump.  I think that it is time to continue entertaining Sara.

Chloé opened the bedroom door and sat down on the bed beside Sara...