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DNA Transfer

“Okay, Peter, tell me in your own words, what happen to the trainee, Mister Joshua Miller?” The gray haired, potbellied man in the cheap suit and cheap tie with a cheap pen writing on a yellow legal pad asked.

“It started when we got called to a level five biohazard containment breach on base,” Peter Harper said running a hand through his graying blond crew cut. He was a large man with the body of an overweight wrestler. He was wearing the navy-blue shirt and black pants that all firefighters wore when on duty, but not on a call.

“This was at the Alexander Meigs laboratory on base?” The interviewer asked.

“That’s the one,” Peter said nodding. “It was an all hands call, and so everyone went, including Miller. We called him Miller since we already had two other Joshuas working for the emergency response team. Anyhow we were getting info on the way there of just how bad it was. I mean a level five biohazard is as bad as it gets. When we got there, Miller helped with getting Narges and Claudia into their level five’s. Then that’s when there was smoke sighted, and two trucks went to put those out.”

Peter ran a hand through his hair at this point, looking nervous. “I was the one that told Miller to set up the gross decon shower,” Peter itted.

“This would be the bleach sprayer that you would normally walk through after being in a biological situation?” The interviewer asked.

“Yeah,” Peter nodded.

“Did you know that Mister Miller had never set one up before, let alone by himself?” The interviewer asked.

“He said as much,” Peter nodded his head.

“Please, continue,” the interviewer offered.

“We didn’t know what they were working on in the labs there, but when we got there it was a mess,” Peter said thinking back. “One of the labs was hermetically sealed and they were doing an emergency burn. One person was still inside, in one of their safety pods, and we had to get them out. The burn was out by the time we got there, but some had spread to another lab, and that was the smoke. I was the one to go into the lab and get to the safety pod. The woman inside looked bad, like on death’s door bad with bloodshot eyes, bleeding nose, and when I got the safety pod opened, she vomited on me.”

“This was exposure point one with Sabrina Webster?” The interviewer asked.

“Probably, I didn’t get a chance to ask,” Peter said nodding, “because she ed out in my arms after that. She was a small woman, and I easily carried her outside. The EMTs were all in biohazard gear, and as soon as she was loaded, were headed for the ER.”

“In your preliminary report you stated that Mister Miller had not yet to set up the gross decon shower, but you made with him anyhow,” The interviewer asked not even looking at his notes.

“Yeah, that was a lapse on my part,” Peter said looking guilty. “I think I touched his shoulder, or arm, or something. I was yelling at him to get the shower set up.”

“Mister Miller has stated your words were, quote, ‘get that fucking shower going or I’ll fucking fuck your teeth out,’ end quote,” The interviewer said actually looking at his notes for the exact quote before looking disapprovingly at Peter.

“It was probably something like that,” Peter nodded.

“I also understand Mister Miller did not have any PPE on at this point,” The interviewer asked.

“That is correct,” Peter said sounding even more guilty.

“When did you notice there was something wrong with Mister Miller?” The interviewer inquired.

“The next day when he didn’t report in,” Peter stated. “I called his cell phone, and he didn’t pick-up, so I left a message to call. I didn’t think anything of it. I have fifty people to look after, and we had lots of cleaning and paperwork to do. I barely had time to call while I was sitting on the toilet.”

“You knew something was wrong, when?” The interviewer asked.

“The day after he didn’t show up was when Miller came back to the station, and was different,” Peter said thinking back. “He walked in, and it was like I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He was captivating on a level I can only call God-like.” Peter shook his head at the memory. “I wasn’t sure what was going on, and at the time I didn’t care as long as Miller was there, and I could bask in his greatness.”

“He wasn’t there for you,” said the interviewer.

“Much to my disappointment, no he wasn’t,” Peter said looking fundamentally sad. “Miller was there for Backus.”

“This would be Jennifer Backus?” The interviewer asked.

“Yeah, she’s the hottie of the team,” Peter said and then saw the disapproving look from the interviewer. “She won the Miss Minnesota when she was eighteen, and her looks had barely faded. Blonde hair, handful breasts, and her body has become sexy as she’s toned it up with regular exercise. It wasn’t a surprise that Miller went for her.”

“When you say, ‘went for her’ what do you mean?” The interviewer asked.

“Miller went right up to her and said, ‘worship me, worship my cock,’ and she dropped to her knees and started opening his pants,” Peter said. The interviewer nodded for Peter to continue so he did. “I couldn’t stop watching it. I’ve never been attracted to a guy, sexually, but Miller wasn’t just a guy. He’d become a living god. If Miller had told me to swap places with Backus, I would gladly have done so.”

Peter paused ing what had happened. “This next part is embarrassing,” Peter said looking guilty, but the interviewer waved him to continue. “Backus was taking Miller’s dick deep into her mouth, and I mean gagging her deep. She was enthusiastically ramming her face onto his dick and there was gagging and slurping sound that was making me so aroused I had a huge erection, better than my wife ever gave me. When Miller finally came, so did I. So did everyone. Even Backus fell over shaking with cum in her mouth and a spraying vagina soaking her pants. After that Miller helped Backus up, and that’s when Miller turned to me.”

“One moment,” the interviewer said holding up his pen for emphasis, “when did Sarah Coleman enter the room?”

“I think she walked in just before Miller shot his load,” Peter said. “I know she wasn’t there when Miller first walked in, but she did have a deep dark wet stain between her legs when she was influenced by Miller.”

“Got it,” the interviewer said making notes. “Is this when Mister Miller took your car?”

“I gave it to him,” Peter said blinking. “I mean, I know he has some kind of power, but when he came to me saying he was taking Backus and my car, I didn’t have a problem with that. I would have done anything he asked. Just like Coleman did.”

“Let’s start when Mister Miller came over and asked for your car, how did that transpire, and what happened afterwards?” The interviewer asked.

“Miller came over to me, giggled at the stain on my pants, and then said, ‘I’ve always liked your car, give it to me,’ and I did,” Peter said with a shrug. “I gave him the keys and I knew I was grinning like an idiot, but I was so happy he thought my Audi R8 was worthy enough for him. I’m still honored. Then Miller paused with Backus hanging on his arm, and Miller said, ‘It’s not fair I’m taking your car and you get nothing. In exchange for your car,’ and here he turned to Coleman and said to her, ‘hey Coleman, get over here.’”

“Why was Sarah Coleman there, I was under the impression she was on vacation,” the interviewer asked.

“She was supposed to be,” Peter nodded. “She was going on vacation with her boyfriend, and he proposed, and Coleman said, ‘no’ to him. That ended the vacation, and with nothing else to do, she came into work.”

“Okay, so Mister Miller called Coleman over, and then what?” The interviewer asked.

“Understand that Backus was the hottie of the team, but Coleman was the hottie of the team before her,” Peter explained. “She’s got black hair, cut short, deep dark eyes, chocolate colored skin, a slim body, but firm muscles, and just the right size breasts. She came over, happy to be closer to Miller, I guess, and that’s when Miller said, ‘Coleman, from now on, you are Captain Harper’s slave. You will obey him completely and totally in any and all things. He has command over your, mind body and soul.’ I was shocked, for a second before Miller said to me, ‘Captain Harper, Coleman is your slave now and forever. Enjoy fucking her and making her do anything and everything you could possibly want.’ With that, Miller left.”

“Okay, and what did you do?” asked the interviewer while taking notes.

“I pulled Coleman into my office, bent her over my desk, ripped down her pants and panties, and had sex with her from behind,” Peter said with a half-smile. “I’ve never had sex that good before. I went into her like a hot knife through room-temp butter. When I was inside of her, she clamped down on my cock like a bear trap. I can still feel how hot and wet she was, and the sounds. My wife never made sounds like the sucking and popping like when I was drilling into Coleman. Granted she was moaning pretty loud and when she climaxed, I did too. Twice in less than twenty minutes was impressive to me at the time.

“Anyhow, I got my wits back, and had everyone get back to work. Coleman was the only one eager to get back to putting things back together. I couldn’t stop myself from bringing Coleman home with me, and my wife Lucy was not happy with me about that. I explained to her what Miller had done, and Lucy was still pissed. That’s when Miller went on his first broadcast, and made everyone okay, happy, and eager to the commands he gave. Lucy and Coleman have been my bedmates since then.”

The interviewer nodded his head as he was writing all that down.

“I have a question for you,” Peter said. “What was that thing that Miller was exposed to?”

The interviewer looked uncomfortable for a moment. “This is off the record and you are not to tell anyone about this,” he said and Peter nodded. “The Army was trying to come up with an infusible DNA to make someone the ultimate commander. I’ve heard they got DNA that supposedly came from some minor god, if you can believe it. The woman that was initially exposed, Webster, rejected the DNA, probably because she was a female and the DNA was male.”

“Damn,” Peter said surprised.

“I have a question for you, off the record,” the interviewer asked. “You knew Miller before, so you have some insight. Why does he just want to be called by his last name, and not something more appropriate to his stature?”

“My guess,” Peter said with a shrug, “is he’s never been one to be authoritative. He’s always been a helper since he signed up to be a trainee. I mean, look what he’s done in just the past two weeks. He used his authority to end wars, reverse world hunger, slowly ease into a more sustainable population. He’s not out to be king. If he’s anywhere, he’s probably trying to learn a new language to help more people in countries that don’t speak English. He might have a woman sucking him off while he’s doing so, but ultimately, Miller is a benevolent master of mankind.”