The Loyalty Gene - Prequel

"Can it be reversed?"

"Reversed, no. Once bonded, it is permanent. However, I believe she could bond to another. It would require time and much effort. You see, Natali would not willingly have relations with another. Given enough time and if she experienced enough orgasms, she could become addicted to another mate.

Later, after they emptied the bottle and Yevgeny learned everything he needed, he helped the intoxicated Vavilov into the bathroom and cut his throat. He watched the old scientist bleed out into his bathtub. Before leaving, he made sure to collect the file folder and its contents.

Yevgeny set about his plan. He knew Pavlo would stop at nothing to reclaim his perfect woman. If caught, Pavlo would wreck a terrible vengeance. He remembered a favorite scene from an old 2D movie. If Yevgeny erred and allowed himself to be caught, Pavlo would "get medieval on his ass."

To prepare, Yevgeny used a forged ID to rent an isolated dacha on the edge of the Polesky State Radioecological Reserve. The area most westerners knew as Chernobyl. Then utilizing stolen IDs, he purchased two battered delivery vehicles and parked one to the south-west of Kyiv. Then he waited for an opportunity. The opportunity came the night Pavlo celebrated his wife's birthday.

While Pavlo attended his wife, Yevgeny, dressed as a deliveryman, parked his van in front of Pavlo's Kyiv residence. The same residence where Natali, her two guards, and three children lived. He rang the bell and waited. One of the bodyguards answered the door.

Yevgeny had prepared a package earlier, and he thrust it into the guard's hands. The guard grasped the box to prevent it from falling. From under his jacket, Yevgeny produced his modified Taser and shot the guard in the stomach. A bolt of direct current at over three times the legal maximum surged through the man's body. The box dropped as the guard stiffened and collapsed back through the open door. As he stepped past the body, Yevgeny caught a whiff of burnt flesh. He reloaded the taser with another red painted cartridge. There must have been a hidden security camera because the second guard burst into view and Yevgeny shot him as well. With both bodyguards down, he ejected the spent cartridge and reloaded with the special pink one.

The single pink cartridge cost more than the two lethal ones. For it to work, the technician required the age, weight, and gender of the target. Yevgeny remembered Nikolai's words about Natali's physical enhancements. Now to find her, he'd try the kitchen first.

As he stepped into the kitchen, he caught a glimpse of light reflecting from an object spinning through the air. Yevgeny snapped his head back, and the chief's knife embedded itself in the doorframe. "It doesn't have to be like this, Natali." He called through the door.

From the far side of the kitchen came Natali's reply. "Tebia mama huyem v rot ebala!"

"My mother," Yevgeny yelled back, "does not have a penis."

"Neither does your father! Leave now, moskal, or I will kill you."

If given the chance, he knew she'd do it. Too bad he didn't intend to fight fair. "Have it your way," Yevgeny called through the doorway. "I'll take one or two of your daughters and train them to suit me." With his taser held at the ready, he backed away from the door. She came for him before he reached the stairs.

Natalie charged through the doorway unbelievably fast. Instead of turning towards him, and making herself an easy target, Natali leaped, hitting the opposite wall with her feet and rebounded towards him. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it. If he weren't the target of her wrath, he would have appreciated her acrobatic skills. If he hadn't expected something superhuman, he would have died. Even so, he nearly did. If he had moved one fraction of a second slower, Natali would have skewered him with the longest knife he'd ever seen. He tracked his target and pressed the firing stud; the electro-pistol bucked as it discharged a cluster of barbed darts. Each dart connected to a special inverter circuit via a pair of room temperature superconductive wires. Still, even airborne, she somehow managed to twist and dodge over half the barbs. Three struck home, and the battery discharged.

If the technician had done his job, the special, pink cartridge should paralyze Natali. The initial discharge would overwhelm her voluntary nervous system for up to three minutes. The battery had enough juice for two such jolts. If he failed to immobilize her before then, he'd have to kill her.

Yevgeny sidestepped as Natalie screamed in rage and frustration. The genie fell past him, no longer in control of her body. She hit the floor with a thud and slid almost to the door. The knife, he now recognized it as a bayonet, slipped from her grasp and bounced off the wall.

From his pocket, Yevgeny produced a sedative patch and a handful of plastic tie straps. He set about binding her wrists and ankles. The patch went on the side of her neck. At the last moment, he realized he didn't have anything to use as a gag. His eyes scanned the hallway, nothing. What he needed was something to use until the nanite enhanced benzodiazepine took hold. With her metabolism, it might take ten minutes. Shrugging because, well, Natalie couldn't hate him more than she already did. Yevgeny slipped off his shoes and socks. He rolled up the socks and, with care, shoved them inside her mouth. Two doubled up plastic straps secured the makeshift gag. From the furious look in her eyes, she found it possible to hate him even more.

At the door, he glanced up the stairs to see three red-headed little girls staring down. For a moment, he considered taking one as insurance for her mother's good behavior. But if he ever hoped to reconcile with Pavlo, taking a daughter would make it impossible. Shaking his head, he used the remote to open the van's side door. With the coast clear, he picked up his prize and strapped her to one of the bench seats. As a last touch, he covered her with a tarp.

Keeping to the speed limit, Yevgeny made his way through southern Kyiv. He made certain to drive past a few known traffic cameras. In an unmonitored parking lot on the eastern outskirts of the "Golosiivskyi" National Natural Park. Yevgeny parked his first van next to his second. Under the tarp, Natali lay limp, the sedative patch having done its work. Ten minutes later, with the keys left in the ignition of the unlocked first van, he drove across the Dnieper river on a circuitous route to his rented dacha.

He carried the unconscious Natali into his rented dacha and secured her to the steel reinforced bed. After peeling away the sedative patch, he sat in a chair next to the bed. When she woke, she tested her bonds with such determination, Yevgeny feared she might hurt herself. Soft talk and assurances of his good intent did not calm her. After her strength ebbed, she lay still glaring at him. Yevgeny set about his task, from inside an overnight bag he removed the tools and set them on the nightstand. He watched his captive's eyes widen as she recognized the bottle of expensive western personal lubricant.

"If you free me now, I'll ask Pavlo to kill you quickly."

"In Moscow, I tracked down Nikolai Vavilov." Eyes wide, she stared when he mentioned the name. "Nikolai explained your bond to Pavlo. Most importantly, he explained how you could bond with another." Yevgeny began disrobing.

As it turned out, the lubricant had been necessary, at least at the beginning. By the end, Natali became as slick as any woman although she did not orgasm. According to Vavilov, her orgasms were the key.

By the end of the first month, she almost climaxed. Although she would not meet his eyes, her gasps and muffled groans told him his attentions had nearly succeeded.

It happened two days later. To better entertain himself, Yevgeny had arranged Natali on her side, her right leg tied straight down, and her left leg curled up towards her chest. The arrangement took some time to get right. Natali cursed, "Yob tvoyu mat'!" as he straddled her straightened leg, then she groaned like a whore when he thrust inside her. The first of her inner flutters almost went unnoticed. Then she pushed in time with his thrusts. Yevgeny wanted to shout in triumph at her response, but he thought better of it and remained quiet. It happened a few moments later. Natali gasped and cursed. He felt her contractions. The joy he felt at her body's betrayal pushed him over the edge.

Later, with her arms and ankles shackled, Yevgeny bathed her in the dacha's old porcelain coated tub. She still refused to meet his eyes.

"You do not laugh," she said.

"Why would I laugh, lisichka?" Runnels of soapy water ran down her back.

"You know why."

"Was it so terrible?" With the old natural sponge, Yevgeny washed her arms, left then right.

"Yes, I betrayed my Pavlo."

"Soon enough, you will love me, and I will take you to the west. America, I think. You'll be my faithful housewife and I, your hard-working and attentive husband."

"If Pavlo doesn't find you first."

"True, if Pavlo doesn't find us first."

"Will you still think it worth it, when he finds you?"

He didn't answer. Instead, he used the short hose connected to the spout to rinse her hair. Then he helped her stand and rinsed the soapy water from her body. Standing in the bathtub, soaking wet and shackled, Yevgeny thought she resembled a captive rusalka.

With the softest towels available, Yevgeny dried his captive with care and wrapped her hair in another towel. Back in the bedroom, he sat behind her and used a comb and brush to untangle her hair and then arrange it as best he could. While her hair dried, he made them tea. Later, he put her to bed. For himself, Yevgeny slept on the old lumpy couch; he didn't yet dare to sleep within her grasp.

Six weeks later, Yevgeny and Natali both occupied the old tub, facing each other across a mound of slowly dissipating soap bubbles. Something brushed against him under the water. Yevgeny glanced up, but Natali pretended disinterest. A minute later, something once again touched his thigh. This time, the corners of Natali's lips quirked up.

"It's been two hours, Yevgeny."

"Oh, two hours since what?"

"Two hours since you last had me. If you are a man, you will take me again."