The Y-Virus Ch. 07

"Yes, Dr. Miller." Kristine Lane saluted one final time and Alexis returned the gesture before Kristine cut the transmission.

Alexis pushed a button on the control panel next to the monitor and turned to face me.

"You can move away from the corner now, Ryan. I'm sorry that you had to hide in the corner like that. I just didn't want either of us to be embarrassed."

"It's all right. No need to apologize to me. I would've done the same if I knew Kristine was trying to contact me."

"It seems like I have a few more things on my plate to take care of, but before I forget, I should take care of something else." Alexis took off her lab coat and walked to one of the cabinets behind me.

My eyes were glued to her ass as she rummaged through a drawer she unlocked. I forced my eyes to meet her gaze when she turned back around. She held the thin metal stick which I knew to be the magnetic key to my TestiTracker.

"I was going to do this before we had sex, but I have to confess that I wanted to have a little fun with your TestiTracker first. I had brief conversations with most of the women in the CDC, and the ones I spoke with all agreed that you were trustworthy enough to not need the TestiTracker anymore. There were five other men they felt comfortable enough around to vouch for. They too will be released from their TestiTrackers. Your friend Keith Morrell is among them."

"Really? Thank you, Dr. Mill—I mean, Alexis . . . or should I still call you Goddess Athena?" I asked with a trace of humor.

She snickered a little as she bent down to release me from the TestiTracker. "You can call me Alexis right now, but I still want to maintain a professional image, and, by extension, a sense of protocol around here, so I'd still prefer it if you'd to call me 'Dr. Miller' when around others in the CDC."

"Will do . . . Alexis."

She looked up at me with a grin. She still hadn't released me yet.

"Are you teasing me, Mr. Barber?" Her finger was now hovering over the buttons of her wrist remote. It was clear to me that she was joking; only having a little fun before she had to be serious again.

"No, no, no! I wouldn't dream of doing such a thing." I smiled with my hands up in surrender.

"I thought so." She smiled back and moved her finger away from her wrist remote.

We both shared a laugh at this, but I noticed that she stopped laughing for a moment before bringing the magnetic key up to the TestiTracker.

"I just want you to know that I'm truly sorry that you and the other men had to wear these for so long. I know that we've talked about this before, but it was necessary for our safety. It was nothing personal. I can't stress that enough."

"I understand. You don't have to justify it to me. Can I be honest with you?"

"Sure."

"I did sort of enjoy it when you shocked me . . . during our tumble."

Dr. Miller laughed louder than I ever heard before, "I thought you'd like it! I know that you're from the twenty-first century, but the technology of our century is far more accurate. The Orgasmanatrix is extremely reliable with its readouts. I knew it would excite you. But that doesn't mean I still don't feel bad about keeping you men locked up in these things. I reached the conclusion that a democratic vote on whether or not to free certain men was the best way to maintain the order that once existed in America before the Y-Virus."

"That was wise of you. I've no doubt Keith will thank you for it because he's been looking a bit down these last few days. Zach has only been making things worse for him." I said.

"I know. Mr. Fillmore thinks he's being clever by saying certain things when there aren't any women within earshot, but I have ways of gathering information around here. He thinks that his bigoted remarks have only been heard by certain ears. He's dead wrong." Alexis straightened herself, squared her shoulders, and made it clear that she wasn't making idle statements about what she knew.

I admit when she mentioned having knowledge of certain things going on around the CDC it was a bit scary to me, but that small trace of fear also turned me on in a way I never felt before. It forced me to think of the first time Akira gave me a blowjob in my ward. Akira made a point to spit my cum into a plastic cup so she would at least have an alibi against the notion of doing something she wasn't supposed to do.

"You've heard him talk about Akira and some of the other women around here?" I asked. "I didn't want to say anything at first, but he's been pissing me off lately. It's like he doesn't realize the gravity of what's actually happened in the world. He only sees an opportunity to fuck tons on women. I guess I can't blame him too much because I felt the same way at first, but . . ." I was about to mention Alexis's loss. I quickly changed the direction of my speech, "I know countless women have lost . . . many loved ones."

She seemed to understand my train of thought and put the pieces together on her own. I expected her to change her mind about freeing me from the TestiTracker, but instead she brought the magnetic key up to my scrotum and I soon heard the familiar 'click' when the device opened on its hinge.

I was free.

Alexis then peeled off the electrode that was stuck to my chest and the DataPad stopped beeping in sync with my heart.

"You've heard about my husband and son, I can tell. I won't go into detail about what I've lost, but I want you to understand that I'm not the only woman who has lost loved ones. I'm also not the only woman who wants to strike back against those damned Black Widows! Those heartless bitches wanted to change the world for what they thought would be a better future, but look where we are now! They didn't bother to take into consideration the billions of other women all over the world who loved their husbands, fathers, sons, cousins, and so on."

I didn't know what to say at this point. She spoke with a clear, passionate hatred. Her brief emotional speech was more than enough to put me on the defensive and I wasn't about to challenge her, especially since she was kind enough to take the TestiTracker off me. I waited for what I thought would be a safe time to make a comment on the matter.

"I can't pretend to know how you feel about what you've lost, nor can I about the rest of the women in the world, but I can say with confidence that there's no justification for what the Black Widows have done. I don't know the lengths the Black Widows will go to kill anyone with a Y-chromosome, but I trust your judgment on how to deal with them. If you know of a way that I can help, you can count on me, okay?"

"If I do, I'll let you know. But I fear there is little you and the other men can do while quarantined within this building. I thank you for your willingness to help though." Alexis smiled. "There is one more thing I should stress before we go our separate ways for the day: I need you to keep silent about everything that was said between Captain Lane and myself. It's best that the others know as little as possible about what the captain's actions and plans are."

"But why?" I inquired.

"Call it an additional safety measure. It's not that I don't trust anybody else in the CDC. It's a matter of being safe, rather than sorry. The fact that we have a spy inside the Black Widow Society doesn't mean that they aren't capable of using the same tactic. Besides, there's no need to burden the others with the thought of danger that may or may not exist. They have enough on their minds right now. I will, however, inform them to ready more wards for the possible men that Captain Lane and Amy Hocke might bring back."

I nodded my understanding and told her that I'd keep a tight lip about it.

The thought of a Black Widow spy inside the CDC was an unsettling thought, but I didn't think it likely at all. If there was a spy here she would've already taken a measure—any measure—to reintroduce the Y-Virus inside the quarantine. Since the men were given daily medical scans to detect any possible trace of the virus in our bodies, and since none were found, I ruled out that dark possibility.

Alexis went on, "I should meet up with Amy to organizing a team. The sooner I send a team to Captain Lane the better." She began to take off what remained of her dominatrix outfit and I soon saw Dr. Miller completely naked for the first time.

She asked me if I wanted to share a quick shower with her. She pointed out that it would save time if we showered together. I was more than happy with the idea, so I agreed without a second thought. Since Alexis made it clear that she needed to be quick, we didn't really have much time to fool around in the shower stall. She did, however, take the opportunity to fondle my genitals, and she allowed me to lather her ass and breasts with soap (much like how I did with Akira two days before).

We stepped out of the shower and dried ourselves. I tried to drink in the sight of her naked body as much as possible, but it didn't last long. We both dressed ourselves and she donned her usual conservative attire. She made sure to put her dominatrix outfit, along with all the other sex toys, into the plastic bin for later sanitation. No doubt she would later have Dr. Gorzinski tend to that business.

Before we left her quarters, she walked to the desk in the corner and took the green binder of Dr. Weller's vaccine notes. I knew she would go over her progress after speaking with Amy Hocke about what needed to be done. When we both left her quarters Alexis locked the door, nodded and smiled at me, and told me to enjoy the rest of my day. I returned the gesture and watched the sway of her hips as she walked down the corridor.

At the time, I wasn't even thinking about the fact that I had just impregnated her. I was still spellbound by the contrast of how she composed herself around the people of the CDC, and how she was in the privacy of her own bed.

I found myself admiring her ability to separate business from pleasure, and, when the time came, to combine the two.

Dr. Miller turned the corner of the hallway and I made my way to the cafeteria. It wasn't until Alexis left my view that I realized how hungry I was. I hadn't eaten until that point. I was really looking forward to the grilled cheese sandwiches Tabby Cat promised me. When I sat in my usual chair I noticed that Tabby Cat was nowhere to be found. I asked one of the women volunteering as a teacher to a group of young girls if she had seen her. She told me that Tabby Cat would be around in a few minutes. Apparently Tabby Cat was sent on a small errand of a different sort, so I waited for her.

When Tabby Cat did show a few minutes later she was very glad to see me. She knew all too well what I had just finished doing with Dr. Miller, and because I felt she had feelings for me, she didn't bring up the subject in any way. Most of the adults in the CDC would've made jokes about me "stinging the queen bee."

She and I talked for a short while and I asked where she was. She told me she was assisting one of the volunteer teachers with a group of young girls. She helped explain the basics of farming to the girls because their assigned teacher knew nothing about the subject. She made it clear to the girls that farming would be a crucial thing to learn. Our survival depended a great deal on the next generation learning about agriculture.

She told me she would be allowed to take the group of girls and their teacher to one of the two farms that were being used to grow crops and breed livestock. It would be like a field trip of sorts. I told her that I wished I could go with her and the group, but we both knew it wasn't a possibility.

Tabby Cat wished that I and the other men could go with her, to be outside, to breathe the fresh air again. Even though I told her I never really liked the smell of barns, I said it would be a welcome thing compared to the artificial smell of the CDC. I admitted that the smell of the building became less and less noticeable the more I stayed indoors. I joked that we used to call it "nose-blind" back in the twenty-first century.

"Well, how 'bout them grilled cheese, darlin'?" She asked with a smile. She gently slapped my knee with the question.

"Sounds heavenly. Want any help?"

"Sure, if'n ya want to." She waved her hand for me to follow her into the kitchen.

We made a plate of six sandwiches for us to share and a bowl of tomato soup for each of us. It was late afternoon by the time we finished our meals. I always enjoyed her company. She was truly a gentle soul.

As the day gave way to night, I made an effort to find Hanna. I gave her another chess lesson and was impressed with the progress she was making. I taught her some endgame principles but it was a little harder for these lessons to stick. She got most of it down pat at the end. She was much faster at learning the tactics of the game.

Hanna thanked me when her caregiver told her and the other girls in her group it was time for bed.

I spent the rest of that night in my ward reading the book I had borrowed on hover vehicles. The book was informative but was much more effective as a sleeping aid. It didn't take long for me to feel the weight of sleep come over me.

I set the book down on the nightstand next to my bed and turned off the light.

Moments before falling asleep, I remembered thinking about Alexis in that dominatrix outfit. Her identity as Goddess Athena was something that turned me on something fierce.

As I lay there I couldn't help but think, "If only I could get Akira into an outfit like that." I created the image in my head and felt a growing erection in my pajama trousers. I was much too tired to masturbate; besides, I wasn't going to waste my precious sperm. Goddess Athena wouldn't like that.

I felt guilty about enjoying the femdom sex I had with Dr. Miller because I still had strong feelings for Akira Minoko. Once again I felt the conflict between the social norms of my own time period and the natural instinct I felt to spread my genes as much as possible, to fuck as many women as possible. I tried to make myself feel less guilty by reminding myself that it was necessary for me to have sex with the women who volunteered. There was a greater purpose behind it all and there was no room for guilt when the future of humanity was at stake.

I closed my eyes to dream, but I can't remember what it was I dreamt that night.

The next few days were quite typical and nothing out of the ordinary really happened that was worth noting, except when I had sex with Dr. Mary McFlarghan. But having sex with her was a small development compared to what happened a week after impregnating her.

The lives of everyone in the CDC—especially the men—would change forever.