Wolfen Domination (Utter Domination)

231 Pages·2012·0.67 MB·English

by  Anwar Celeste

Project Nemesis: Book One
WOLFEN DOMINATION

By

Celeste Anwar

© copyright Celeste Anwar
Cover art by Eliza Black, © copyright September 2012
www.celesteanwar.com This is a work of fiction. All characters,
events, and places are of the author’s imagination and not to be
confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events
is merely coincidence.
Chapter One

“Subject one has resisted all attempts at harvesting,
Doctor Wagner,” Doctor Freda Dallas said, crossing her arms
beneath her breasts as she leaned against the door jam of
Wagner’s office and carefully assumed a neutral expression.
She didn’t feel neutral about it. She was angry and frustrated
as she studied her superior.
Wagner looked up distractedly from the file on his desk,
his faded blue eyes magnified by the thick glasses perched on
his nose. It was a shame, Freda thought, that the man was so
totally unattractive besides being an exceptional scientist. He
was ordinary enough that he might have been flattered by an
attempt on her part to manipulate him by seduction except that
he was too intelligent not to be suspicious of her motives and
too thick skinned to notice anything the least bit subtle. “Have
you tried milking the prostate?”
Freda nodded. Her pose of professional indifference
slipped a notch at the reminder, a frown drawing her brows
together over the bridge of her nose. The tight expression
made her head hurt. “Yes. It’s not working. Nothing has.”
Wagner steepled his hands beneath his chin musingly.
“It amazes me the control he has over his body, but I suspect
it’s a given with what he is. He is a magnificent specimen.
He’s next to useless without viable sperm, however.” He sat
back in his chair, his features drawn into an expression of
disgust and disappointment. “We’ll have to have him
destroyed.”
She’d expected as much and the coolly issued death
penalty still sent a jolt of regret through her. Wagner was
right. He was a magnificent specimen, too marvelous in her
considered opinion to just arbitrarily destroy him.
Besides, it went against the grain to just give up on him.
“There’s another possibility, Wagner, one we
considered before but didn’t want to get in to until all options
had been exhausted. I hadn’t expected it to be necessary. I
know none of us expected entrapment and extraction to be so
difficult.”
She had his attention. He looked at her expectantly,
more than a little hopeful, and she knew she had him. He
wanted the specimen as much as she did, not entirely for the
same reason, but that hardly mattered.
“Well?”
“Natural extraction of spermatozoa through sexual
intercourse.” It was a reach. She didn’t especially like what
she was going to have to do to keep him alive, but she felt Dr.
Wagner was desperate enough to consider it.
He leaned forward in his chair again trying to hide his
eagerness. As she’d hoped, his eyes gleamed with scientific
avarice. “Go on.”
“As you say, he has amazing self control, but I believe
he’s near the breaking point. If we give him someone he’s
attracted to, it could be the impetus we’ve needed all this
time.”
“You have someone in mind, don’t you?”
Freda restrained the malicious smile that threatened
her composure. “Erin Maddox. I’ve seen the way he looks at
her when she delivers his food. He’s attracted to her, I know.”
Wagner was silent a long moment, lacing and unlacing
his fingers as he thought it over. Finally, he said, “She’ll never
agree. She thinks they’re nothing but animals.”
“I know, but her contract clearly states her obligations
to the project. Which is to say she’s under our complete
control. She can’t object, and there’s always formula 9 if she
does.”
Wagner digested that with just a trace of uneasiness.
“You realize this takes it to the next level. There’ll be no
turning back.”
“I assumed we’d crossed into uncharted territory when
we took live specimens.”
He didn’t consider nearly as long this time. Clearly, he
was far too excited at the possibility of finally making a break
through that he’d overcome his brief battle with ethics.
“Agreed. If this works, I think you just may get that clearance
for level five you’ve been so eager for.”
Freda allowed herself a smile. A bump up the ladder
and she hadn’t even had to screw the old geezer to get it.
Who’d’ve thought? “Thank you, sir.”
Wagner smiled suddenly, rising from his seat,
possibilities whirling in his eyes. “Have a syringe of F9
prepared for its first human subject. I suspect we’ll need it.
I’ll call her in.”
“Ms. Maddox, come to my office,” Doctor Wagner’s
voice compelled her over the intercom, startling her with its
abruptness.
What the hell did he want now? Coffee? Tea? For me
to come in there and kiss his ass? She thought.
Erin Maddox curbed the impulse to glare at the unit.
He could be watching, after all, and she’d never get off drudge
duty if he knew how much she despised leaping to his
commands. There was nothing for it, though. If she wanted
her job, and she did, and she wanted a chance to move up from
lab drudge to something of significance, she had to do
whatever he wanted her to do.
She stood and answered the com unit, then headed out
to the hall, following it down to his office.
The facility was deceptively quiet save for the hollow
echo of her heels through the barren, concrete corridor. She
could almost believe she was the only person in the building.
There were no televisions, no murmuring conversations
between colleagues to be heard. Nothing but herself and
whatever noises she chose to make--which was almost enough
to make her want to run through the halls whooping and
hollering just for the hell of it. She wouldn’t, of course, but it
didn’t mean she wasn’t tempted. There were just too many
cameras watching for her to act up.
Beyond these empty corridors, however, was a different
story. She knew the grounds teemed with guards patrolling
twenty four hours a day, just itching for a security breach.
She’d seen them the few times she’d dared to leave the
facilities for fresh air. It felt like the prison that it was--that it
had become for her.
Thoughts of furthering her career in the government
had all but been erased from her mind. She’d been treated as
an interloper from the onset of coming here and wasn’t allowed
access to anything of importance until she could be thoroughly
trusted--which she suspected would be never at this rate. She
wasn’t a team player according to her supervisor, Doctor Freda
Dallas. And she couldn’t leave and apply for another position
until the term of this contract had expired, which left her
completely at the project head’s mercy.
She blew out a frustrated breath thinking about it,
which only served to increase her annoyance over her
situation.
Erin reached Wagner’s office and knocked, mentally
composing herself for whatever ordeal he had planned for her
today. His muffled “come in” penetrated the door, and she
opened it and went inside, closing it behind her.
Freda Dallas was sitting inside in a chair in the far
corner of Wagner’s office. Their gazes locked as she entered.
Erin paused for a heartbeat--surprised to see her in there--
before she remembered herself and reluctantly crossed the
room and sat beside Freda in the only other available chair.
If Wagner made her feel under rule, Freda made her
feel positively like a slave. The woman had had it in for her
from the moment she’d arrived. She didn’t know why. She
never knew why some people just decided to hate her.
Erin returned her cold smile, wondering what the bitch
was up to now. Whatever it was, she knew she wouldn’t like it.
Freda had a smug look on her face that set Erin’s teeth on
edge.
“Are you prepared to devote yourself fully to this
project, Maddox?” Wagner asked as he settled into his chair,
clasping his hands on his desktop and giving her the
condescending look he always reserved for her.
Was she finally going to be given the chance she’d been
waiting for? It was too much to hope for. Carefully, she
answered, “Of course, sir. I’ve been ready to assist in any way
you deem appropriate.”
“Good. Good. You may or may not know of the troubles
we’ve had extracting viable spermatozoa from the specimen
we’ve collected?”
“I’ve not been granted access to that information, sir.
No.” She didn’t find the information particularly surprising
though. Freda was in charge of that department. The woman
emanated cold. She wouldn’t respond to that chilly bitch either
if she could help it.
“Yes, well, here’s where you come in. We need your
assistance in a natural extraction.”
Erin frowned. “What methods, precisely, have you been
using if not natural?” The process was basically the same for
any male animal. She didn’t see why it would be different in
this case.
Doctor Wagner stood and moved around his desk,
sitting on the edge and entirely too close to her space for
comfort. He looked down at her. “Freda has proposed a
radical solution that we’ve not considered before. You’ll
perform sexual intercourse with subject one and then return to
us for swabbing once you’ve collected the specimen.”
Erin stared at him in shocked disbelief, feeling a cold
chill run up her spine. She couldn’t speak for several
heartbeats, and when she could work her throat, her voice
came out like a croak. “Are you serious?”
He held her gaze, his face blank, impassive as ever.
“Perfectly. I know it sounds radical, but this is no ordinary
situation, you’ll agree, and unfortunately it looks like we’ve run
out of other options. Are you agreeable?”
The shock hadn’t really worn off, but it didn’t have to.
Her gut reaction to his suggestion was enough to send a surge
of outrage through her. “No. No, I am not agreeable! They’re
… he’s an animal! I can’t believe you would even suggest such
a thing!”
Freda rolled her eyes. “Please. Do we have to put up
with these hysterics?”
Her attention caught by the snide comment, Erin’s head
whipped toward the woman she’d begun to think of as her
nemesis. She glared at Freda, forcing herself to calm down,
realizing, as badly as she would’ve hated to admit it that Freda
was right in a sense. She wasn’t behaving rationally and
certainly not with professional, scientific detachment. She’d
reacted emotionally. They were just asking her, after all. It
wasn’t like she was being forced to agree with them. They
were rational doctors, not mad scientists. “I’m not hysterical.”
She turned to look at Wagner again, still seething at the
outrageous suggestion and now irritated, as well, that they
were trying to make it seem as if she was being unreasonable.
“I just don’t see why you need me. He’s Freda’s little pet. Why
doesn’t she do it?”
“Because he tries to kill me every chance he gets and
he practically comes all over himself when you enter the room,”
Freda answered sarcastically.
“You are disgusting.” Erin got to her feet, preparing to
leave, for good this time. These people were nuts. “I’m a
scientist, not a … Geisha girl. I don’t have to put up with this,
and I won’t. Consider this my resignation.”
“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice, Erin,” Wagner said,
studying his hands.
The calm way he made the statement made it difficult to
absorb given what it alluded to. It took several moments to
sink into her that he seemed to think that all he had to do was
tell her she had to and she would just cave in. Well, cleaning
up after them was one thing. Spreading her legs for that …
thing they had chained in one of the holding cells was another
matter entirely. Even if she was insane enough to consider the
order reasonable, what guarantee would she have that he
wouldn’t try to rip her throat out? As the bitch had pointed
out, he was dangerous. “What? You’re crazy. You’re both
crazy,” Erin said, recognizing the hysteria seeping into her
voice as it grew louder.
“I’m prepared to do whatever it takes for Nemesis to
succeed,” Wagner said quietly, standing and seizing both of her
wrists in an iron grip before she could think to try and evade
him.
He was strong. Stronger than she’d supposed an old
man would be, but then, he outweighed her by a good fifty
pounds. Adrenaline kicked into overdrive, making her blood
pound frantically as she tried to pull away.
With all her attention focused on him, she didn’t notice
Freda come up beside her until she’d pulled Erin’s hair back
and jammed a needle in her neck, plunging the depressor and
sending some drug flooding through her veins.
Erin screamed, jerking away when they released her.
Almost immediately, the room began swimming before her
eyes.