The Y-Virus Ch. 07

We chuckled a little more, but I was surprised that Amy didn't bring up our scheduled copulation like I was expecting. She stuck to only referencing my genitals once or twice on that day. I was a little relieved at that. It was nice to have a regular conversation once in a while, but I admit to making a few sexual jokes myself on that day.

I geared our conversation back to hover vehicles.

"Hey Amy, if Dr. Miller and her team do manage to make a vaccine, would you teach me some of what you know about hover vehicles? We never had anything like them in my time, and I want to have more value around here than simply having a pair of testicles."

"Sure thing, but I hope you're not getting your hopes up too much about that vaccine. I'm sure Nancy told you about how difficult it might be for them to develop one. She gave us ladies the same speech with Alexis backing her up on the technical facts."

"She did say it wasn't likely to happen anytime soon, but I figure it's no crime to hope, is it?"

"No, it isn't. Besides, I think it's important for all of us to have some kind of hope, especially nowadays. But not all hope is lost. Hell, you couldn't imagine how happy and excited everyone was when we were told that your vital signs were stable. All of us were practically partying our asses off that night. Tabby Cat even made a cake. I heard a rumor that she was originally going to make it in the shape of a penis, but didn't go through with it because it would've been inappropriate, on account of the younger girls in the joint."

"I can imagine Tabby Cat doing something like that." I nodded with a knowing grin.

"I remember the cake she did make was all eaten by the time you were well enough to visit us in the cafeteria. Alexis probably wouldn't have allowed you guys to eat that kind of junk food anyways. She's very concerned about what you guys put into your bodies."

"Yeah, that sounds like her. A slice of cake: not healthy. A chrome tentacle up the ass: no problem."

We laughed again.

"I do wish Alexis and her team all the luck in the world in making a vaccine. No doubt you boys have been suffering a bit of cabin fever. I can see it in each of you."

"I'd be lying if I said these walls weren't starting to get on my nerves a little. This place is starting to feel a little like a prison."

"Well, at least it's a prison where you're getting the kind of sex you want, rather than the forced kind with men twice your size."

I snickered at this. She was absolutely right; my situation wasn't as bad as it could've been. I didn't really have a right to complain. If any man had that right, it belonged to Keith and Mark Davidson (the other gay man in the CDC).

Amy promised me once more that she would teach me about the hover vehicles of this time period if a vaccine was made. I told her that I looked forward to that day, not just because of her willingness to teach me, but also because I missed the smell of fresh air.

I said goodbye to Amy and went into the cafeteria for supper. Tabby Cat wasn't in the cafeteria at that late hour (her shift had been over for more than a couple hours when I arrived), so I ate a simple bowl of chicken noodle soup before turning in for the rest of the night. When I did make it to ward 408, I reclined on my bed and read more of the book. I didn't want to seem like a complete ignoramus if the time came for Amy to teach me what she knew.

The book was written with the same kind of dry language most instruction manuals were well known for. After reading at least a dozen pages (and because the hour was late) I fell asleep with the book in my hand.

I awoke the next morning and was glad to see that my thumb was still on the page I was reading. I was so tired that I had forgotten to use a bookmark. I grabbed a scrap piece of paper that was on my desk, folded it, and inserted it in between the pages where I left off. I tossed the thick tome on my pillow before stretching out.

It didn't take me long to remember that this was the day I was supposed to impregnate Alexis Miller. I don't remember much of the dream I had before waking up that morning, but I'm positive she was in it. If my memory serves me right, I think we were getting intimate in the dream. I don't think we had sex in it—I think I would've remembered it better if that were the case. We were, however, making out a lot. I can't say for sure, but I think she fondled me a lot more than I fondled her.

I undressed, picked out a new set of clothes for the day, and wrapped a clean bath towel around my waist. I knew that either Alexis or Mary McFlarghan would be in my room any minute to escort me to the stalls for my pre-sex shower. I was a little amazed that I had to wait for one of the women to arrive in my ward. Usually the woman in question would take the initiative when assigned to bathe me, but I didn't read too much into the perceived lateness. There could've been dozens of reasons why she wasn't there right away.

When my door finally opened it was Mary that greeted me.

Nothing was really out of the ordinary when we finally made it to the shower stalls. She had me bound before unlocking the TestiTracker from my scrotum. She put the device in one of her lab coat pockets before hanging it on a hook and disrobing herself. She wore her usual swimsuit underneath her formal lab attire: a forest-green two-piece. She turned the warm water on and started to scrub my body.

"Plenty of the ladies here are curious to know how it'll go between you and Dr. Miller. She's quite a strict woman and an intellectual force to be reckoned with, but many of us suspect she'll be that way in the sack. I think she'll just want a 'quicky' and be done with it. If that's the case, don't feel too bad. She's always been the efficient type." Mary moved her hand over my ass with a lathered washcloth. "Personally, I find it interesting that she even wants to have sex with anyone. I would've thought she'd prefer the more direct method and simply inject your sperm with an applicator." Dr. McFlarghan shrugged her shoulders as if to say "Who knew?"

"She seems the type, doesn't she?" I said with a slight gasp when she brought the washcloth up to my balls. "But she's only human. She told me a while ago that she's straight, so she can't be entirely immune to sexual desires, can she?"

"Yeah, I suppose you're right. But whatever happens between the two of you today, I just want to wish you luck. You might need it."

"Thanks."

We talked for some time about our own "appointment." She was looking forward to it as much as I was. She was very cute, but I was honestly thinking more about Akira and the child of mine she would soon be carrying. It would be a little while before everybody knew whether or not I was successful in impregnating Akira. Little more than a few weeks later everyone would learn she was pregnant.

Thoughts of becoming a father once again rushed through my mind. I didn't know if I was ready for such a responsibility, but it didn't really matter. I needed to do what I was meant to do.

We both got dressed after my shower and made our way to the cafeteria. Dr. Weller was sitting at one of the tables, looking through the green binder marked: VACCINE RESEARCH NOTES. The binder seemed to have dozens of additional pages added to it. The extra pages were of a different color. Some of them were spread out on the table and Nancy was writing something on one of them.

"How are things coming along in your work?"

"Pretty good. I think the pieces are starting to come together." She looked up from her notes, "What about you? I trust you're feeling up to the task of giving our 'queen bee' a child."

"I suppose you could say that. I'm just glad the two of you didn't force me to make any deposit with the Orgasmanatrix in the last couple days. I don't think I would feel much up to the challenge after an encounter with that machine."

"Yeah, Dr. Miller and I both though it best to give your testicles some time to produce a satisfactory amount of sperm for today. She really wants a high sperm count from you. You wouldn't produce nearly as much if we drained your testes too much too fast."

"I'm not a doctor, so I'll just have to take your word for it. Besides, I needed a day away from that crazy-ass machine. That thing makes me feel drained in more ways than one after it's done with me."

Mary was sitting next to me and chuckled a little when I said this. She always loved seeing the Orgasmanatrix work me over. I swear she made every effort to be there whenever I was required to make a "deposit."

Dr. Weller scooped up her paperwork and organized them into a neat stack before putting them into the green binder. "Well, this might be a step in the right direction." She looked up and added, "I'm starving."

A moment after saying this, Tabby Cat came up to the table and brought Nancy's breakfast. Nancy told me that Dr. Miller didn't want me to eat anything before our scheduled intercourse. When I asked why this was the case she told me that even she didn't know the answer. According to Nancy, Dr. Miller was very clear when she gave this instruction. Tabby Cat seemed a bit depressed by this small bit of news. I think it was because she actually liked cooking meals, especially for me (again, because I think she liked me a lot).

Dr. Weller ate her oatmeal and hash browns as I looked apologetically at Tabby Cat.

"Will you be around for the lunch period?" I asked Tabby Cat.

"Sure will, darlin'. Ya want me to make somethin' special for ya when ya come 'round?"

"That would be awesome of you. How about a couple grilled cheese sandwiches? It's been centuries since I had a grilled cheese . . . literally centuries."

"That's easy. It won't be no trouble, darlin'. Ya want some tomato soup with it? The two go together like peas in a pod."

"Sounds good. Thanks Tabby Cat." I took her hand and smiled. She smiled back.

"I'll start making 'em when I see ya later, okay?"

"Can't wait. I'm already hungry like you wouldn't believe."

Tabby Cat smiled at that before turning around and going back into the kitchen area. I couldn't help but admire the way her rust-colored hair was styled. It was tied into two separate pony tails on either side of her head. The braids were brought together and tied into a single braid which ran down half the length of her back. It seemed to me that she was "stepping up" her appearance with each passing day.

I admit that I had plenty of fantasies about fooling around with a farmer's daughter in the corn fields when I was a masturbating teenager, but she was really starting to look the part of one of my early fantasies. For a moment I suspected that maybe she had attained the knowledge of this from somebody who was present in the "sperm harvesting" room when the Orgasmanatrix milked me dry. I couldn't deny that she was cute when I first met her, but she was becoming even more attractive as time went by—and she still wasn't wearing any makeup at this point.

It wasn't long before Dr. Weller had finished her breakfast. When she finished she asked if I was ready to make my way to the examination room. I nodded because I anticipated that this would have to be done again. We both stood from the table and made our way to the room where I assumed I was going to be raped by the XTC again. I remembered were the room was located from the last time I went there.

I was actually surprised when Nancy told me that I would only have to undergo another enema and an STD scan. When we were alone in the room, I disrobed and mounted the hovering platform.

Nancy seemed to take more pleasure in her task than usual that day.

She had to lubricate my asshole before inserting the enema nozzle. When it came time to do this she inserted her middle finger deeper into my ass than what was needed. She then gave my prostate a massage that I thought was a bit longer than necessary, especially since I didn't need to have a prostate exam that day by her own admission.

The inevitable moans I gave in response to the skill of her finger made her snicker under her breath.

It became clear to me that she was starting to enjoy doing this sort of thing to me, but in a more open manner. She usually kept her composure as a professional when she did this sort of thing, but the snicker revealed to me how much she loved the power she had over the male G-spot. With one finger she could make a man feel like he was in heaven.

She withdrew her finger slowly, and I was sad that she wasn't allowed to make me cum. It felt so good, I seriously considered begging her to put her finger back in.

A few seconds later I felt the nozzle of the enema hose press against my asshole. Since I already had this done to me before, I knew what it would feel like. It still felt pretty good, if not a little weird. The warm water filled me up and then was drained from me in rapid succession like it had been before. I tried to take the experience all in, but it was all over rather soon.

I heard the XTC give the familiar "ding" sound, and the machine stopped filling and emptying me with water. A part of me wished that it would've kept going, but like my father told me many times, "all good things must come to an end."

I stood up when Nancy told me to. She walked over to the same drawer she had two days before and retrieved the STD scanner. She waved the chrome stick over my whole body but focused primarily over my genitals. I shuttered a little when she brought the tip up to each of my testicles because the metal stick was cold. I was relieved when she took the stick away and told me that I was healthy and free of any STDs.

"You may put your clothes on, Ryan." Dr. Weller said. She put the enema nozzle and STD scanner into a sanitation bin as I dressed.

After all the necessary precautions were taken care of, she asked me, "Well, ready to make another baby?"

"I guess I'm as ready as I'll ever be."

I thought of asking her why she thought it necessary to massage my prostate the way she did, but I thought it best to just leave it alone. Why complain about something that felt good?

I was still a bit apprehensive about what I was getting myself into with Dr. Miller. I remembered that I volunteered for this just as she had done. Dr. Miller was highly respected and, dare I say it, slightly feared by most of the people in the CDC who weren't doctors or scientists. Although, I'm confident there were a few doctors and scientists that didn't dare challenge her authority either.

When I told Dr. Weller that I was ready, she led the way to Dr. Miller's quarters. It didn't surprise me that the walk there seemed longer than my walk to Akira's quarters. My heart was pounding more and more like a carpenter's hammer the closer I got to her room.

I almost didn't realize we were there when we finally reached her door. Nancy grabbed me on the shoulder to snap me out of my quandary. I was still walking absentmindedly down the corridor when she did this and it made me feel more than foolish when I understood that we had arrived. When Nancy knocked on Alexis's door it seemed a bit louder than it should've been. There was a kind of finality to it.

I heard the faint clicking sound of high heels walking on linoleum on the other side of the door. When Dr. Miller opened the door I couldn't help but notice she was wearing mascara and eyeliner. She usually wore only minimal amounts of makeup. She looked more beautiful now than she ever did before, but the makeup she wore also gave her a somewhat darker look. She would've looked like a corporate executive getting ready to play hardball in a business meeting if it weren't for the white lab coat she was wearing.

"Dr. Miller," Nancy said in a formal tone, "I'm pleased to report that Mr. Barber has no trace of STDs in his body. Also, I had given him the enema you've requested."

"Thank you, Dr. Weller."

Nancy now handed the green binder of vaccine notes for Alexis to take, "I think I've made some significant progress with the formation of my latest chemical compound. I'd like you to take another look when you get the chance."

Alexis took the binder, "I will." She turned her attention to me for a moment before looking back at Nancy. "I'll take it from here, Dr. Weller. Thank you again."

"You're welcome." Nancy said before winking at me and turning to go on her way to take care of some other business.

"Please come inside, Mr. Barber." Dr. Miller said.

"Yes, ma'am." I said, not catching the double entendre at the time.

Dr. Miller closed the door behind me when I entered. I was actually very impressed with the layout of her room. It was larger than Akira's room. No doubt Dr. Miller took the largest room because she was in charge, and because she worked at the CDC before the Y-Virus crept up. She had a monitor on one of the walls. A camera lens was imbedded into the wall a few inches next to the monitor. I would later learn that this was used by Dr. Miller as her primary method of communicating with people outside the CDC.

She had a queen-size bed that sat opposite the wall where the monitor and camera were. She had three windows and most of the floor was carpeted. Medical posters hung on her wall that were very much like the ones Akira had. A desk sat in one corner with a bookshelf standing next to it. Thick stacks of paper and a few books completely covered the desk. Like Akira's room, she had a closet and restroom with a bathtub in it.

Two things in particular really grabbed my attention:

The first was a crayon drawing that was framed and hung upon the wall in front of the desk. The picture was of a house with a three-person stick-figure family standing next to it. The picture was clearly drawn by a small child and I could easily distinguish the large letters in the upper corner of the paper even from where I was standing. The name "Scott" was written with the number 4 next to it. Her son drew that picture shortly before the Y-Virus claimed his life.

The second was an opaque plastic box on the floor next to the bed. I recognized it as the box Dr. Gorzinski was carrying when Alexis and I were making our way to the cafeteria the day I impregnated Akira. It still had the same "CONTENTS: SANITIZED" sticker on it as before.

Alexis walked over to the desk and placed the binder of vaccine notes on top of a particularly large stack of papers.

She turned around and said, "Mr. Barber, I hope that you aren't feeling too nervous about being here with me."

"What makes you say that?" I asked respectfully.

"I can see you shaking a little. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable around me," She was now slowly approaching me, "I know that I have a reputation around here. And I know that a few people think I'm just a stone-cold bitch. I want you to understand that I'm only that way because somebody has to remain vigilant and mindful of any trace of disorder within these walls. If you knew what the world was like outside, then maybe you'd understand more of what I mean. There's no government as you might recognize it out there."

"I admit that I'm a little nervous. But I don't think you're a bitch. I know you've taken up a heavy gauntlet. 'Heavy lies the crown,' my former supervisor would always say. If I can say what's really on my mind, I think you've done a pretty good job around here. Everybody is relatively safe compared to what I've been told about the outside world. Everybody is well fed. Everybody seems happy, at least most of the time. Everybody remains hopeful for a vaccine, especially us men."

Alexis turned to look at the binder of vaccine notes. "Yes, Dr. Weller has been working like a dog. She's actually producing better results than I have been." Alexis turned back to face me. "I have a little surprise for you, Mr. Bar—Ryan. Sorry, I suppose I should call you by your given name . . . seeing as how we both agreed to stand against the plague by making a child together. I suppose formalities are pointless between us now that we're alone." Her lip curled a little.