A Normal Hetero Couple

Yes, another new story.

My ADHD & work stress have got my brain bouncing all over the place.

I hope you like this series for as long as it lasts. You are all welcome to make comments. I’m curious as to what you like &/or dislike about any of my storylines.

Of course, there are a LOT of similarities between the different characters’ arcs, but that’s just the way that it’s going to be until I start another story.

ENJOY…I hope. :)

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Dr. Eugene (Gene) Nicholas Davis, M.D., and his wife, Lisa Jennifer Wagner-Davis, only moved to Washington State to make life easier for their son, Xavier, when he got into an environmental science program at the University of Washington. They both admitted that they were clingy parents who could not bear being half a continent away from their only child.

They had moved out of Texas soon after they got married when Lisa was offered the job of her dreams as a computer engineer in Albany, New York. Gene had worked his way through medical school to become a general practice doctor. He had run a moderately successful practice in the Albany suburbs until Gene received an unexpected inheritance not long before they decided to follow Xavier to Washington State.

His father’s childless, estranged brother had willed his entire $20 billion fortune to Gene, to spite his father. The only term for him to inherit the fortune required Sean to promise not to give his parents, John and Valerie Davis, any money for exactly one year. Since his parents had retired comfortably, the promise was easy to keep.

Seven months after the year was over, the seventy-nine-year-old John had died of a heart attack, and the eighty-year-old Valerie had followed a year later. Gene was rich in a way he never imagined, but he would have rather that his parents were still alive.

Gene’s mother had been dead for 6 years when the SAV-2 virus struck. The Davises were both fifty-one. Lisaa frequently told him that she was relieved that he was not one of the 3/4 of the male population that was turned gay by the virus. Their friends who had once been vehemently heterosexual men now found the very thought of sleeping with a woman violently revolting.

Everyone who caught the SAV-2 virus was happy that it had a rejuvenating effect on the human body. Aging seemed to pause around twenty-five. Those who were older than twenty-five got healthier and looked younger. Scientists believe that humans would now easily live up to a century and a half before they began to look older again.

Their son, Xavier, had just turned 18 when the virus hit. He also remained heterosexual.

They were living quietly and comfortably in a converted old Victorian hotel on four acres of forested land just outside the suburbs of Seattle. They paid handsomely to have the ten-bedroom building made as eco-friendly as possible.

Gne drove a dark green hybrid Tacoma, and Lisa loved her bright blue hybrid 4Runner.

Things took a turn for the worse when the SAV-2 virus seemed to mutate in a way that looked like it would spell doom for all women around the world.

Gene and Lisa had been doing their best to stay current on the news about the new SAV-2 virus variant that was turning women into voracious nymphomaniacs who desired nothing more than becoming sex slaves to the first man to claim them by exposing the infected women to their ejaculate.

The news said that this new variant, the SAV-2-S (S for “Sex Slave”), was making it so that the remaining heterosexual men could consciously control their erections, orgasm without ejaculation, control when they would ejaculate, and decide when their cum contained sperm that could impregnate a woman. Once a woman was “claimed” by a man, she became violently allergic to the cum of all men except for the one who claimed her.

Scientists believed that, if a man died, all of his slaves would feel an overwhelming desire to find a new master as soon as possible. They were also looking at promising methods of “reassigning” slaves to new men if a master became too abusive.

If he had been reading Fox or any of the many other “news” sites that liked to scare the public, he would have assumed that it was a hoax, but he still hopped onto the Associated Press’ website. The AP published more articles about the new SAV-2-Sex Slave (SAV-2-S) variant every day.

Reports from around the world said that if a woman contracted the new variant and she did not bond with a man within two or three weeks, she would become something akin to an animal controlled by lust. Women in such a state could not speak. They acted like animals with the intelligence of the average dog. The process appeared to be torture because women understood what was happening as they lost their minds. Several women have killed themselves to avoid becoming what many were now calling “fuck dolls.”

The only “positive” report they had seen was that people could not bond with those who were genetically related as closely as their great-grandparents.

The major cell phone providers quickly set up an alert similar to the Amber Alert to notify their customers when a case of SAV-2-S was recorded in their community.

One cool September Saturday afternoon, Gene got a call from Lisa. She had been visiting Xavier in the city.

She did not wait for him to greet her before she started talking with a husky, shaking tone to her voice. “Gene, I’ve got the virus! I should be home in less than five minutes. You’d better be ready to fuck me hard, or the Petersons down the road will find me humping their front door.”

“Fuck!” he cried.

“Exactly!” she responded.

Gene really did not want his beloved wife of over twenty years to become his loyal, subserviant sex slave, but he and Lisa had agreed that it was inevitable.

“Don’t worry, babe,” he whispered over the phone. “I’ll take care of you just like I promised. You will always be first in my heart even if we do wind up with other women in our home.”

“I believe you.” She then hung up.