The experiment

[RidePlayer]

Dr. Frank Anderson was a brilliant man in the field of gene therapy and manipulation. Even at the relativly young age of 37 he was the top of his field. The man stood six foot even with solid looks and a body that showed he took care of it. He had always believed someone could be strong in mind and body and several trips the gym and eating right showed that belief with toned but not overly bulging muscles.

Though people would call his work questionable at best in terms of ethics. He was currently under contract from the federal government to produce a gene in humans that allowed those in charge 'alphas' like that in the wild to control those subject to the submissive omega traits. When he took the contract he was told it was so violent inmates could be released back into the public under the watch and control of a handler there alpha so they could become productive members of society. Easing burdens of over crowding on the so far proven flawed prison system that didn't rehabilitate like it was once conceived to do.

He needed a lead lab assistant though. He was currently conducting interviews on candidates of students trying to earn lab credits towards there doctorates. Future leading minds in the fields of science like he was now. So far he had talked to several people some looking nervous when described what they were working on. Frank understood there hesitation but he was hired to do a job and if it was possible to get the results the program wanted it was his duty as a scientist to take on the task.

He was about done with the interviews for today when in walked a woman with a cute face and bright auburn hair that reminded the doctor of some leaves in fall. She was dressed to inpressed with a black pencil skirt white blouse and blue shoes to add a little color. His eyes roamed up her legs a second longer than he really should have before he caught himself. Her leggings appearing to go up mid thigh. He stood up and said "thank you for taking interest in this project I'm doctor Frank Anderson lead scientist on this project." Offering his hand to shake hers and for her to introduce herself.

 

[GillianHampton]

At 23 Tiffany Lovecraft was an average graduate student in microbiology specializing in virology. She was typically ranked midway in her classes, she was smart enough and talented in the lab. However, text anxiety held her back with grades just good enough to pass and keep a scholarship.

She needed a professor and a graduate research assistant (GRA) position. However, the other professors all had students they were working with. There was only one professor left: Dr. Anderson. She didn't know exactly what his research was, only that the rest of the biology department thought it toxic to their careers and that of the students.

But it was Tiffany's last chance. She applied and got the obligatory interview. So she did her hair up and applied an appropriate amount of make-up. She looked herself over in the mirror. While the ethics of his current research were questionable, he was known to demand professionalism and some degree of formality in his students and assistants. So she slipped into a white blouse, pencil skirt. Lingerie gave her confidence so she added a black lace bra and panty set complete with thigh highs. She had just bought a cute pair of candy blue pumps that gave her outfit just the right amount of pop.

She arrived just a little early. She knocked on his door and was about to speak when he stood.

"Thank you for taking interest in this project I'm doctor Frank Anderson lead scientist on this project."

"Thank you for taking an interest in me." She said, not catching the innuendo in her introduction. "I'm Tiffany Lovecraft. I understand you're working something called the Alpha Control. I couldn't find too much on it, appears to be something the government is holding close to the chest. Which sucks..." she winced at the sudden drop in formality, "...because i prefer to study up on research before I sign on." She hoped she covered quick enough and her insatiable appetite to learn before hand would make up for it.

 

[RidePlayer]

"Thank you for your interest in me" Frank chuckled and shook her hand. Though a part of him did show interest in her when she first walked in especially with how she dressed and presented herself he was more interested in this young woman's mind specificly her majors in microbology and virology. Hopefully being able to be applied to the project.

Frank heard her slip of tongue but was happy with her eargerness to learn. He said "its alright I won't tell my bosses if you won't. Yes I understand its a little unorthodox to sign on with a project not knowing about it but I promise you the credit will be good and you will be fully credited if we can manage a successful result. Unfortunatly the questionable subject matter has had my candidates few and far between or woefully underqualified. I think your an exception to that when I saw your file."

He looked her in the eye and she could the tired but serious look of a man who was running on fumes. He said "ive been working this project for two months now and my previous lead assistant left due to there lack of will to keep working a project they believed was not sustainable but also one they questioned if it should be completed.

He said "I won't lie to you. This is a touchy subject but what I can tell you its suppose to allow those in prison who can't be out in the world a chance to be productive members of society. A second chance at life and a ease on a system that has continued to fail those subject to it again and again. That's all I can tell you without you agreeing to sign on." He sat down and offered a seat across from him for her as well and continued "worse case you sign on the project fails to produce results and you will still receive your GRA credit. Best case it succeeds and you will receive full accreditation for your contributions. It would be a significant success to start your career on and if it works as intended the scientific community will be eager to have you on board with just about any lab you could want. What do you say Ms. Lovecraft?"

 

[GillianHampton]

"What do you say Ms. Lovecraft?"

She thought about it, but could see the few resumes of other graduate students. People who were in worse academic shape than her. They talked about it at the Bergmeister, the bar favorited by graduate students. The only other students applying were considering leaving the program. Something that had crossed her mind too.

But then she thought about the lab work she had done. She was a horrible test taker, but in the lab she ruled. Consistently ranked #1 for lab work. She knew in her soul that she deserved a PhD. That she deserved to be in the lab working with her brain and mind in sync with each other.

All she required to stay was a leap of faith in a man who made her uncomfortable. She had seen the way he oogled her. She caught his gaze lingering on her legs and realized the lace tops of her thigh highs were showing. She thought about pulling the hem down, but thought better of it. Opting instead to pretend she didn't notice. And if it helped her get the job, why not? It wasn't like she was going to get on her back or knees for this man. Women had been doing for worse to get ahead for all of history (and prehistory).

She wondered why there was an ethical concern here. It was government sanctioned and sound like it was in pursuit of equality. "Keeping people out of jail and deconstructing a failed prison system sounds honorable. I don't understand the concern. If you'll have me, I think I want the job. And if you're available I need a chairman for my dissertation committee."

 

[RidePlayer]

Frank smiled and said "welcome a board Miss Lovecraft and I would be happy to be your commitee chairman. If this all goes well I wanna see you take off in this industry with your doctorate you'll have the fame and credentials to back it up once you finish your program." He shook her hand and said gave her some information. "Here is the address of the lab see you tomorrow get some rest your gonna need it."

The next day Dr. Anderson was in the lab early. Setting up the next batches of trials he sighed as they still had not gotten a viable method of binding the alpha gene with human DNA let alone how to transmit the submissive traits to the prisoner so they will listen to there alpha.

He heard the hiss of the lab door as he looked up and saw Tiffany he said "ah good morning Ms. Lovecraft punctuality I like that." He gave her some folders and said "this is the details of the work In summary the government wants to be able to apply the alpha dominance gene found in animals in the wild to humans. They then would be put in charge of violent or unfit inmates who can't function in the outside world who would have submissive traits gene grafted to them programming them basically to submit and follow there alpha or handlers orders. Allowing them to finally function in the outside.

He took a break to rub his eyes and said "here in lies the problem we have had no successes binding the gene to human DNA. The human body recognizes it as foreign and attacks it. I was about to run some new numbers in the gene sequencer and start trial 255."

 

[GillianHampton]

The alarm went off early and Tiffany got up to get ready for her first day at work. She considered jeans and a cute top, but thought better of it. She put on a pair of business casual slacks she wore at conferences over pantyhose. She paired it with a polo shirt sporting her department's logo on it. She finished the look with a pair of comfy flats.

Her hair pulled into a sensible ponytail and light make-up she left for work.


"I was about to run some new numbers in the gene sequencer and start trial 255."

She took the binders and logbooks. "Sounds interesting. Mind if I jump right in and watch the trial? Helping where I can? Afterwards I'll sit down and study these." She held up the binders. "I assume they have to stay in the lab, I can't take them somewhere more comfortable can I?"

 

[RidePlayer]

"Sounds interesting. Mind if I jump right in and watch the trial? Helping where I can? Afterwards I'll sit down and study these." Frank smiled at her enthusiasm. He said "that sounds like a plan Ms. Lovecraft." He entered some data in as the sequencer began to test the newest samples. He pointed to screen and paused the sequence. "Right there do you see that?" He pointed to a cell mixed in with the sequence. It was highlighted in blue on the screen while the rest were red. This sequencer highlights the foreign gene in blue so we can tell it apart on this simulation screen. This is test 255 from blood samples of humans we were given for research after we developed the alpha gene. We've tried differn't delivery methods but have run into the same problem."

He unpaused the simulation as the bodies white blood cells moved in to attack the foreign cell. He said "that right there. Every variation on the gen we've tried the body always rejects it. We need a delivery method that can some how trick the bodies immune responses into leaving it alone. So far we've been unsuccessful."

He studied her expression. Unsure if the wonder she was now showing was truly from there work or just the fancy lab equipment she would get to play with while working with him. Well play is a bad phrase Anderson thought this was serious contract that could break his career and the lab's budget if they show results soon. He showed her some of the lab mice. "The big one is oscar we managed to produce the gene in him and are now attempting to apply it to human blood samples with the results you saw. As I said the goal is to allow the handler to manipulate problem individuals who are not capable of rehabilitation. Violent offenders serial rapists. Ones that can't safely be on the outside on there own. Now see the pack of mice following oscar around watch." He taped the cage as only oscar acknowledged the noise. Oscar squeaked as one of his pack finally broke away to investigate the noise getting rewarded with food by doctor Anderson. Instead of taking the food itself the follow mouse carried it over to Oscar force serving the alpha before itself.

 

[GillianHampton]

"Now see the pack of mice following oscar around watch."

Tiffany watched in fascination as Oscar's packmate obey. "That's amazing, Dr. Anderson."

She stood, your explanation steeping in her brain for several moments. "Splicing human RNA or DNA into the virus helps slow down the body's immune response. Is it a DNA or RNA virus?" Her mind working fast, her questions coming rapid fire as she thinks aloud going off what little she has seen. "However, what's the transmission method? Ingesting something? What if we spliced it into a respiratory virus like a flu, or a coronavirus? Some of them are pretty mild and evolved to survive in humans. Also, a respiratory virus will get into the system faster than ingestion."

She looks up at the Man in position to be her new mentor, having just shown the brilliant mind that testing does not do justice to.

 

[RidePlayer]

Dr. Anderson listened to Tiffany. His smile breaking out as she mentioned a respiratory virus. He thought over her explanation. He said "that Ms. Lovecraft is quite brilliant I knew your expertese made you the right candidate. How you needed the GRA credit I don't know but this shows whatever method they were doing for your grades was not working in your favor to show off your brilliance. You will go quite far in this field." He held the smile a bit longer than probably appropriate and decided to focus back on his work than his growing appreciation for this young mind he took under his wing.

He turned back to the lab samples and said "if we create the virus right the alpha would just need to inhale it let it take effect and alter there dna. Then they would just need close contact with the subject that needs to be handled. We could program the virus cells to allow those with the alpha strain to cause secondary infections in others with the submissive strain only. Infect person A they are now a alpha. They spread it to person B who becomes the submissive follower."

He began to write some notes sending a order to the labs supplies of viruses and pathogens. As well as some PPE when everything was delivered to the lab both Doctor and student began to work. Trying to sequence a viable strain of Corona that would not harm the bodies of either but garuntee infection in the desired subjects.

 

[GillianHampton]

"that Ms. Lovecraft is quite brilliant..."

The words warm her soul. On paper she's average, and only those who run the labs see anything in her.

She begins working with Dr Anderson, falling into a rhythm with the biologist. Once she understood the process she anticipated what he needed, often holding the tool he would ask for next before he spoke. She noticed him looking at her, and she hoped that this was out of professional respect over physical attraction.

However, as she found herself watching him and thinking about the benefits to society, she thought that maybe it wouldn't be so bad if he looked at her as a woman as well.

 

[RidePlayer]

The hours turned into days. As they kept working he started to appreciate Tiffany's company though he tried to remain professional around her. He couldn't deny having her around didnt put some more pep in his step at the lab.

They had a breakthrough synthesis the virus dubbing it cov-asx01. They were working late and were almost ready for human trials. It was already past ten when frank said "Ms. Lovecraft why don't you clock out. I'll stay late and finish up this batch before I head home."

Thst night he worked late unaware that there was a small tear in his mask. Breathing in the virus as it entered his body and began the infection process.

 

[GillianHampton]

Over the weeks Tiffany found herself increasingly invested in the work. Listening to Dr. Anderson's talk about how it's going to help society and violent criminals. Part of her felt herself crushing on him.

Then something changed. Not for the worse, he just started acting a little different. At first she felt her crush on him relax and recede. Especially as she dropped a beaker after cleaning it, the glass shattering on the lab floor.

 

[RidePlayer]

Dr. Anderson had been seeing more and more of tiffany in a attractive light. These last weeks she was smart but also very attractive. She may of been beneath him but thst made sense. He was a handsome and very successful doctor many people were beneath him. Hopefully as they worked together Ms. Lovecraft would be beneath him in another sense aside from academicly the doctor mused to himself unaware that his new line of thinking was do to the virus bringing out his dominate traits like his ego and self worth.

Glass shattering brought him out of his musings. As he looked as his assistant broke valuable lab equipment. This was why she needed him to do all the hard thinking for her. He leaned over her resting his hand on her waist. As he leaned over her almost hovering his toned body over hers possesivly as his other hand took hers. Proactively showing her how to clean thr spill to his standards.

His hot breath tickled her ear and she could smell the manly.musk of his pheromones. He said "you must be much much more careful Ms. Lovecraft. Ask me before you handle this equipment again."

 

[GillianHampton]

Men! Tiffany thought, she had been at the lab for only about 10 minutes until Dr. Anderson started barking orders at her. For the last week his personality had started to change. It wasn't that he was becoming more demanding--he was becoming more commanding. His standards hadn't changed nor his expectations. It was that he no longer allowed her freedom to work in the lab and do things her way or on her timeline.

He had stopped treating her as an adult or a professional. It wasn't that he was treating her like a child, more like she was under him in some patriarchical hierarchy.

Her mind was still wrapped around the problem of the personality change as she finished washing a large, expensive beaker. Her latex gloved hands slick with water the glass slipped from her fingers and shattered on the ground. He was on her by the time she crouched to start cleaning it.

"you must be much much more careful Ms. Lovecraft. Ask me before you handle this equipment again." His breath smelled, not bad but masculine. As angry as she was, she felt something else. A tingle in her loins. The way his breath tickled her ear. The way his strong hand felt on her waist, it was an intimate touch. Too intimate for a Boss/employee or Professor/student relationship. She felt her face flush with anger, but choked it down.

"Yes, Dr. Anderson." She said, breathing in deeply.

***

What neither scientist knew was a tiny tear in Dr. Anderson's mask had allowed the virus access to his body. It took root in his lungs, the coronavirus' crown-like spikes allowing it to penetrate the cells of his lungs. There it took over the cells, turning them into viral factories that would churn-out the virus until the cell burst spreading the virus throughout his system where other cells were infected, grew virus, then exploded releasing more. Thus the cycle continued until the virus had run its course, altering his Alpha personality making him into the same Man only different.

However, the virus was changed too. As he chided his young assistant for breaking the beaker he exhaled the virus and she inhaled it with each deep breath she took to keep her anger in check. There the process repeated itself. The rest of the week he got on her nerves. By Friday afternoon she had made up her mind to quit and report him for among other things, sexual harassment for all the times he put his hands on her.

Saturday morning she awoke with a headache but wrote her resignation letter anyway. Sunday she decided to do some retail therapy. The letter ripped in pieces and thrown away. As she shopped she thought better of the snap decision. He was just pushing her to be her best self. Plus, she had let her appearance slack off. Sure jeans and t-shirts were standard uniforms for GRAs and even professors. But Dr. Anderson was doing important work for the government. That would make society better and make prisons obsolete.

She bought several new dresses. Many were professional office wear. Others were more evening appropriate.

Monday morning came and she wore a Double Breasted Blazer dress. She paired it with black, crotchless pantyhose. For a pop of color she added bright red pumps that matched her lipstick. She arrived at the lab early enough that the coffee finished brewing right before he arrived for work.

"Good morning, Dr. Anderson. Have a good weekend? May i get you a cup of coffee?"

 

[RidePlayer]

As Dr. Anderson entered the lab. He smelled the aroma of fresh coffee. He also took in Tiffany's appearance. Nodding in approval too long was she wearing the drab jeans and polos of her colleagues. Hearing her questions he nodded.

Walking up to her as his hand settled on the silky nylon of her pantyhoes. He said "Coffee would be great two sugars and one cream." His command firm but not harsh. Enjoying the offer of the auburn haired beauty to serve him. Why shouldn't she show him respect he was her superior after all. He said "you have certainly taken care of your appearance. Much more appealing to work around." His hand sliding up her outer thigh as he.talked. Hiking up the hem of her dress ever slightly.

He said "my weekend would of been better if I didn't have to waist my valuable time and mind on menial tasks around me home. There are people better suited to tasks like preparing food and cleaning than someone in my position."

 

[GillianHampton]

A nod was all she got to affirm her presence. No Hello or Good morning, Ms Lovecraft or even a Tiffany. And yet the nonverbal nod was enough to bring a smile of being appreciated to her face.

As he stepped close and put a hand on her leg, she did not recoil as she would've last week. Instead, she spread her legs as she mentally took his coffee order.

"you have certainly taken care of your appearance. Much more appealing to work around." The words dripped with misogyny and should've sent her into righteous indignation. Instead she blushed with pride that he liked how she looked and saw value in her appearance.

As his hands slid further up her dress and the hem pushed up both by his hand and the spreading of her legs she felt the cool air on her vagina. Shit! How could i have forgotten panties! She thought to herself, realizing that since the headache she experienced Saturday she had been struggling with minor forgetfulness like putting on panties or taking off her pajamas and only remembering to put on clothes as she was getting ready to leave to go shopping.

"my weekend would of been better if I didn't have to waist my valuable time and mind on menial tasks around me home. There are people better suited to tasks like preparing food and cleaning than someone in my position."

She considered his words. "You are correct Doctor. i'm an okay cook, but i can learn to do better. i'm also a neat freak so i'm very good at keeping my place clean. i'll head over to your house after work. i'll need to swing by my apartment to change into yoga pants and a t-shirt before hand. So how does 5 sound for me to be at your place?"

 

[RidePlayer]

Dr. Anderson considered her words. He said "excellent Ms. Lovecraft you'll go far in this world taking care of your betters. This is a much better use of your skills. Someone like my mind being able to focus on my work while you take care of menial things that are beneath me. Be at my place by 5 sharp don't be late." Again his tone firm but not cruel.

He saw the way her legs spread at his touch. Moving his hand to the inside of her thigh he continued to rise as she finished his coffee teasing her pussy lips with his fingers. He breathed against her ear "be careful not to forget underwear Ms. Lovecraft as much as I appreciate your new work attire only someone like me deserves to see or feel your pussy not some lesser person."

Removing his fingers so they could work he took the lead the whole day. Only allowing Tiffany to do as he instructed fetching things for him, getting more coffee, and taking his calls. All things he deemed beneath him so he could focus on his work. He was treating her more like a secretary than a lab assistant. After all her mind was no where near his so she would just get in the way trying to help on the experiments.

It was nearing lunch as he said "Ms lovecraft why don't you go get our lunch today? There is a deli two blocks down. Pastrami on Rye no onions."

 

[GillianHampton]

Tiffany's breath caught as his fingers grazed her exposed pussy lips. Her eyes closed with pleasure as a subtle shudder shot through her body.

"be careful not to forget underwear Ms. Lovecraft as much as I appreciate your new work attire only someone like me deserves to see or feel your pussy not some lesser person."

His words reverberated through her soul. Did he just really lay claim to my pussy? She thought as his words warmed her. Dr. Anderson is right! My pussy IS special and should be reserved for someone deserving. "Yes, Dr. Anderson. i won't let anyone but you, or someone you allow, to touch me there." Did i really just speak those words?

She soon found herself performing secretarial functions. It's okay, i'm still contributing. This frees him from the mundane so his clever mind can focus on important work suitable to a PhD with years more experience than me.

"Ms lovecraft why don't you go get our lunch today? There is a deli two blocks down. Pastrami on Rye no onions."

"Yes, Dr. Anderson." She grabbed her purse and headed towards the lab door, her high heels clicking on the floor. This isn't coffee just a few feet away. You're going a distance, better write it down. Gracefully, she spun on her heel and walked over to a desk and pulled out a sticky and wrote the order down. As she leaned over the high table, gravity tugged at her outfit and breasts providing a show for anyone who would care to look her way.

***

She came back smiling. "i don't know what it is Dr. Anderson, but i've never gotten so many catcalls in my life! Usually i'd be offended, but today the experience was--nice. I got us both pastrami on yye no onions. Which is odd because i'm not a fan of pastrami or rye. And i love red onions."

 

[RidePlayer]

"i don't know what it is Dr. Anderson, but i've never gotten so many catcalls in my life! Usually i'd be offended, but today the experience was--nice. I got us both pastrami on yye no onions. Which is odd because i'm not a fan of pastrami or rye. And i love red onions."

Dr Anderson said "good girl." Praising Tiffany as she got the lunch for them just as he instructed. He said "I guess I should of known better than to just tell you my order. Clearly you need someone to do the hard thinking for you next time I'll tell you what to order for yourself that I think you will like. Still you did good and deserve a reward. He kissed her neck as his hands once again roamed her legs. Reaching her exposed sex as he traced her labia with his fingers. Finding her clit as he rubbed it slowly a small reward of pleasure for her hard work at getting lunch.

Removing his hands he sat down waiting for her to give him his lunch. Using his time instead of serving himself to review notes from the last trial on the virus. Unaware that both had become a living human trial at this point. Neither knowing how the virus had altered there thoughts and functions. Dr. Anderson was a smart man he deserved this new treatment from Tiffany his lesser.

After finishing work he reminded tiffany "five oclock Ms. Lovecraft don't be late." Writing down the address and password for the gated driveway. Returning home he sat looking over some notes from the day his thoughts drifted to the feel of Ms. Lovecrafts exposed pussy though as he smiled at the thought. His cock swelling some in his pants as he pictured her not only catering to his domestics needs at home but his physical needs.

 

[GillianHampton]

"good girl."

The words reverberated through her, filling her with a sense of personal fulfillment nothing had given her before.

"I guess I should of known better than to just tell you my order. Clearly you need someone to do the hard thinking for you next time I'll tell you what to order for yourself that I think you will like. Still you did good and deserve a reward."

She looked down at her feet. Then he finished the gentle chiding with promise of a reward. He stood behind her and kissed her neck. She closed her eyes and tilted her head away, not caring if he left a mark. Then his hands went to her sex and she spread her legs. She let out a moan as she felt herself starting to build, not caring that he had lifted her hem high enough that if someone came in she would be exposed. In the workplace. At school. The voice inside her head silenced from the pleasure.

He stopped just shy of her orgasm. Well, you did do something wrong so you don't deserve a full reward. The voice said as it returned. She left the dress up as he sat down and turned to his notes. Without being told she plated their meal and placed his before him first. She stood close by waiting to see if he needed anything further. After a few moments, she got her food and sat down to eat. Only speaking when he spoke. When he was finished she put her sandwich down and cleaned up after him. Then she wrapped her remaining food for later consumption and returned to work as his secretary.

"five oclock Ms. Lovecraft don't be late."

"Yes Dr. Anderson, i will not be late." She followed him out to his car. He turned right and she turned left towards her apartment complex. She passed an adult store and did a U-Turn. She purchased a French Maid uniform. She changed in the restroom, covering up the lingerie uniform with her jacket-suit before leaving the store. This was something only Dr. Anderson, and anyone he deemed worthy, deserved to see.

She arrived at her Boss' home at 4, thinking it was too early she stayed in her car. She tried reading a book on her Kindle but her mind kept returning to Dr. Anderson. How smart he was. How handsome and deserving he was.

"tiffany the lesser." She said softly to no one.

At 4:58 she left her car and stepped to his front door where she unbuttoned her jacket skirt displaying what was underneath as she knocked right when the clock hit 5. "i hope this uniform is acceptable Dr. Anderson. i know i said that i was going to change into yoga pants and t-shirt, but when i drove past the Passions store this seemed more appropriate."

 

[RidePlayer]

Frank was snapped out of his thoughts of his young protégé and what she could do for him with her body by a knock promptly at 5. Open the door he saw Tiffany. Taking in her choice of uniform.

He said "good choice Ms. Lovecraft." He stroked her cheek as praise and said firmly "come inside." He went through the house showing her where everything was. He said "I eat promptly at six. Prepare dinner while I work Ms. Lovecraft. Im not hard to please just don't do to much spice but don't make it bland. Suprise me with what you fix. I have a full pantry at your disposal.

He returned to his study. Pouring over his notes as he worked on the project. Lately they had been seeing thr submissive mice specificly the females wanting to be bred by the alpha.They couldn't have that trait in the final human ready strain. Unaware thst both already had that strain.

 

[GillianHampton]

"good choice Ms. Lovecraft."She found herself needing his approval. Craving it like a drowning girl needs air. She followed him into his house. She took note of what his needs were. His tastes were.

When left alone with under an hour to have his meal prepped, she set to work. There were two pork chops thawed and a quick scan of his spice rack he had everything she needed to make her family's secret spice mix. A hint of garlic salt gave it a small kick in an otherwise typical Midwestern seasoning.

She also saw the fixings for homemade mac & cheese. She started water boiling for it as she began the green beans...

***

Dinner was plated and a place set at his table. She was pouring a glass of Riesling as she heard Dr. Anderson's footfalls. She looked up and smiled at him as he entered the room. She stood straight and brought her hands together in front of her. They naturally fell on her smooth pubis mons. "Dinner is served, Dr. Anderson."

Something about him, about the subservient nature of her new relationship with the Man made her insanely aroused. She spread her legs just enough she could discreetly start rubbing herself. So discreetly she was not conscious of the fact she was doing it...

 

[RidePlayer]

Dr Anderson ate the pork seasoned and cooked perfectly. He said "very good girl Tiffany." Rewarding her by using her first name. He said "I especially like the Riesling it adds a nice touch and you chose a good year from my stores." He noted the way her hands fell right over her sex. A show of respect and surrender from the woman. He said "you have done very well in your new role in this house. He noted the way she touched her self though.

Standing up he placed his utensils down as he firmly took her hand from her legs. He said "ah ah a good girl doesn't touch herself like that. Remember its up to your betters to take care of your needs. You should just worry about thinking of your betters needs first and let them then worry about your own after. Still dinner was good and you deserve a reward just this once I will take care of your needs first my little pet."

He easily lifted her smaller frame onto the table. Kneeling down as he hiked the skirt of her maid outfit up. Being rewarded of the sight of the silky panties she wore. Pulling them down he saw her smooth mound and said "good I like my woman smooth. He kissed her thigh. Nipping the flesh with little love bites. He could smell her arousal. He gave her pussy a small slow lick with his tongue.

 

[GillianHampton]

"very good girl Tiffany." Her first name coming from his lips warmed her. It was really the first time she could remember him using it. They had always been formal. "you have done very well in your new role in this house." For the first time she questioned what this role was and what would be expected of her. Was she to sell off her meager furniture and move in as live-in maid and cook? On a certain level that made sense since she would be closer to respond to his needs 24/7 freeing him to do his important work and enjoy well-earned leisure time.

"ah ah a good girl doesn't touch herself like that. Remember its up to your betters to take care of your needs. You should just worry about thinking of your betters needs first and let them then worry about your own after. Still dinner was good and you deserve a reward just this once I will take care of your needs first my little pet."

She looked at him with confusion. What is he talking about? i'm not touching myse... Then she realized her middle finger of her hand closest to her pussy was gently caressing her clit and slit. Her face turned crimson as she abrubtly stopped. "My apologies, Dr. Anderson." Then it hit her.He called me his pet! He likes me!! He really likes me!!

She stopped thinking as she was lifted into the air and placed on her back on the table. A high heel slipped off in the process, clattering to the floor. Her legs automatically opening for him. She made no effort to resist, just opened herself obediently to whatever he had in mind for her with no consideration whether it would pleasurable or painful.

"good I like my woman smooth."

She smiled. Subconsciously she was registering that she belonged to him now. She did not question how or the nature of their new relationship. She just accepted his Dominion and Ownership of her.

However, any thoughts were chased from her mind as he began feasting on her pussy. Soon he had her creaming herself and writhing in pleasure as she built towards orgasm. Never had she gone from aroused to edge of orgasm so quickly. The virus was altering her sexual response, making her needful for any sexual attention. Desiring to be bred, the submissive feminine version of the virus craved orgasm as a way to increase odds of impregnation.

 

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Dr Anderson moaned into her cunt. Loving the taste of her sex. She was his he was her superior why shouldn't take her and user her as he pleased. Fucked her and dumped load after load of his cum into her fertile womb. Watching her belly swell with his child. He was a great mind. He needed someone to fit his standards to carry his genes into the world. The world needed more minds like him. Ms. Lovecraft was definitely worthy in the looks department. There child would be good looking and hopefully carry his superior genes.

He looked up into her eyes seeing her teeter on the edge of orgasm. He slapped her clit rubbing furiously as his tongue lapped at her labia before probing her sex like he would with his cock. Only his cock would stretch alot more of her sex than his tongue would.

He removed his tongue from her as he replaced it with first two then three of his fingers. Working them just as skillfully as he did his tongue. He looked at her and said "who owns this pussy pet? You will do well at your new job. You will live here taking care of my needs both domestic and physical and I will provide for you. Do the hard thinking for that empty lesser thing you call a mind."