This isn’t 100% complete, but it should at least get some resolution for those who have been following. Bracketed notes give a synopsis of a few missing sections. There’s a lot more that could be told in this world, but I think the pen is hung up on it. If you have any outstanding questions feel free to ask.
For newcomers:
[Day 1 Morning](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a7dbyr/chasing_anna_day_1_morning_mf_nosex_slow_start/)
[Day 1 Evening](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a7nt69/chasing_anna_day_1_evening_mf_noncon_slow_start/)
[Day 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a7yh3x/chasing_anna_day_2/)
[Day 3](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/a8bh57/chasing_anna_day_3/)
[Day 4](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/admmc8/chasing_anna_day_4/)
[Day 5](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/aeadmo/chasing_anna_day_5/)
[Day 6](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/agq8sf/chasing_anna_day_6/)
[Day 7](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/bhtqft/chasing_anna_day_7/)
Anna woke in what seems to be the softest bed she had ever felt. She didn’t want to move, didn’t want to even open her eyes. Her whole body ached and one good night of sleep was not enough to overcome a week of exhaustion.
“You’re awake,” a voice said.
Anna opened her eyes and sat up. Ma’am was sitting next to her bed.
“What will you do with me now?”
“Nothing. Your fate is your own now. We won’t push you to anything. The whole of the facility is at your disposal.”
“I can leave then?”
“That, I’m afraid, is the one door still closed to you. You are still under quarantine, but you have absolute say in who you meet and spend time with.”
“Is Nicki ok?”
“She’s fine. She’s probably having lunch about now.”
“And Tim?”
“Timothy is fine too. He got a black eye after assisting you; James is being disciplined for that. He’s been asking to see you, but that’s your decision to make. He’s still barred from this section of the facility unless you choose to allow him.”
Anna wanted to see him, but was unsure how safe that would be. Would he expect her to give in now that she won? Would he try to force her if she refused? Ma’am seemed to guess what she was thinking.
“You may also have any visitors removed if you wish. Just ask any staff and they will be escorted out of your section.”
[Unwritten scene where Anna reunites with parents. Possibly moved to the very end. Anna forgives them, but distance remains between them and they don’t fully reconcile]
[Unwritten scene where Anna meets Nicki again. Paired couples are, for the most part, uninhibited about sexuality with their mates as many figure that anyone who cared to would already have seen their initial pairing.]
[Unwritten scene where Anna and Tim see each other again. They discuss pairing, but Anna is unwilling still. Tim is hurt, but respects her wishes. Ends up with an oral sex scene and a failed attempt at anal. They begin to develop a deeper romantic connection.]
[Anna and Nicki talking later]
“You’re pairing with Tim, right?”
“Well, I’d like to.” She hesitated, “It’s complicated.”
“It’s not complicated. You like him, he likes you, and you can get him here in 15 minutes tops.”
“It’s not that. I can’t…” But she couldn’t what? Lose? That’s what she had been telling herself for the past week, but she had already won. Why couldn’t she just do what she wanted and be free?
At last, Nicki broke the silence. “You’re worried about not being in control of yourself”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
[unfinished. Nicki unsuccessfully tries to convince Anna to just let go. Anna leaves, Nicki is frusterated.]
[Nicki and Tim]
“Hey, Tim.”
“Hey” Tim looked uncomfortably away.
After selection, it seemed everyone had given up on any semblance of modesty. Hell, videos of their deflorations were available for anyone to review if they were so inclined, so casual nudity seemed to be the new normal for the paired.
This was true of his sister as well. She was topless, cradling her partner’s head as he suckled her breast.
“Aww, you shy Tim? Are we making you uncomfortable?” Nicki teased, lifting the boy’s head away and reaching for her shirt. “Give us a minute sweetie.”
“Well, it’s kind of weird seeing my sister doing that in front of me.”
Nicki paused for a moment, then smiled wickedly before twisting the knife further, “You didn’t seem to be too bothered watching us the first time.”
“You knew I was there?”
“No, not then. I just saw Anna. But I saw you in the video later.”
“That was different, it was…”
“It doesn’t matter,” Nicki interrupted, “I wanted to talk to you about Anna.”
“Is something wrong?”
“She’s refusing to pair with anyone. She’s worried it would mean she’s not in control of herself.”
“Well, that’s her choice. She shouldn’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to.”
“She does want to though. She wants it, and she’s trapped here until she gets it, but she still won’t just go with the guy she loves.”
“Wait, she’s in love with someone?”
“Yeah, you. Dumbass.”
“So what do we do? How can I convince her to just give in?”
“You don’t.” Nicki leaned in close, “You make her.”
Tim stared back at her defiantly. “I’m not raping her.”
Nicki sighed, exasperated. “She needs you to free her. She’s trapped here as much as you are. She’s not rejecting you, she just doesn’t want to be controlled by some medical condition.”
Tim just looked at her.
“Come on, I’m telling you, she wants it.”
“I’m not raping Anna”
“You’re both too god damn stubborn!” Nicki snapped, “You deserve each other.”
Nicki got up, knocking her chair over in the process, and stormed out of the room.
…
“Nicki,” A voice called, “Could I talk to you a moment?”
Nicki looked around. Ma’am was standing in the doorway to her office.
[possible exposition explaining more about the world. Waffling about whether to put it here or at the end between Ma’am and Anna.
Short version:
The aftermath of the virus and their methods of controlling it through selection have inadvertently created a breeding program. Traits such as intelligence, fitness, planning, and (especially) self-control result in surviving longer during selection. Because lasting longer during selection also increases fertility (permanently), those most fit, intelligent, and disciplined tend to have more children. Between those traits and the career/financial benefits of making it further, those same people also tend to rise to positions of power. Key leadership throughout the society is largely filled by MRD affected people, allowing the selection process to continue under the noses of the unaffected.]
“I understand how concerned you are. It’s difficult, I know, but they’ll be fine. Everyone gives in eventually.”
“Not Anna. She’ll die here if she doesn’t get the right push.”
“That push is what I wanted to talk to you about. You’ve got a good eye for people. I think you could help us here.”
“You’re asking for my help setting up Anna?”
“I’m offering you a job. Think of Anna as your first assignment.”
“Anna’s not going to give in, even if you’re threatening to take Tim away. She can’t give up, she has to be forced and Tim won’t force her.”
“They are the best pair we could hope for. Should we keep him out of the next round of selection?”
“No, not just yet. I’ve got an idea.”
“Tim, I think I’ve got a solution.”
Nicki reached into her pocket, pulled out a small bag, and set it on the table. Tim saw two small pills inside. He started at his sister angrily.
“I told you, I’m not raping her. I’m not going to drug her and rape her either.” He got up, to leave.
“Let me explain. In a week, the next selection starts. If you don’t pair with her, they’re going to keep putting you out there until you give in. They’ll keep her here until she gives in.”
“What are these?” Time asked, gesturing towards the bag.
Nicki tossed him a bottle. He caught it, and stared at the label, puzzled. “But how…” he paused, lost for words.
“Sit back down and let me explain.”
A few minutes later, Tim got up, slipped the baggy into his pocket, and left.
“They’re sending me back out next week. We might not see each other again if we don’t pair now.”
“I’m sorry Tim, I can’t.”
“I understand. That’s why I have to make you.”
Anna smiled, “I can’t let you make me either. I’d have to run if I thought you were serious.” She took another sip of water. It was almost sweet of him to posture like this, to try and give her the option of saving face, but she knew he wasn’t really going to make her.
“You’re right, you’d have to run, and I wouldn’t be able to catch you. Not unless you tripped or something, and I don’t have that kind of luck.”
Anna caught herself wishing Tim wasn’t quite so much of a gentleman. If he had just taken her during selection when he had the chance, they wouldn’t be in this mess.
“Well, how about a toast,” Tim said, shaking her out of her thoughts. “To having better luck.”
Anna smiled and raised her wine glass, “To getting lucky!”
Tim snorted, nearly spilling his own wine. “I’ll drink to that!”
He drained his glass. Anna followed suit, grimacing.
“I think this wine went over,” Anna said, coughing slightly, “It tastes terrible.”
“Well, sometimes you have to make your own luck.” Tim produced a tablet and propped it up so she could see. On the screen, she saw him sitting alone at the table waiting for her. She watched as he crushed two tablets with the back of a spoon and stirred them into her glass of wine. She looked up at him, the pain of betrayal on her face.
“It won’t put you out or anything, you might still get away. This just gives me a chance. It’s the only way, for both of us.”
She sprang to her feet and turned to run, knocking the wineglass over. Tim got up and chased after, leaving the red stain spreading on the tablecloth behind him.
Anna flew through the halls. He wouldn’t catch her, he couldn’t. She just had to put enough ground between them and find a place to hide until whatever he gave her wore off. She looked back; he was falling behind, but not as much as she expected.
Anna could feel the drug working into her system. She could feel herself start to relax. She was breathing easy, calm. She could run forever like this. He wouldn’t catch her, not if she could still run. She checked over her shoulder again, seeing if he had dropped out of sight yet. There he was, holding pace. In the back of her mind, she was proud of him hanging on so long. She could see the strain on his face, working so hard to catch her. It didn’t matter though, she felt better than ever. Every color seemed brighter, every breath cool and easy. It was almost like a runner’s high. Whatever he had given her, it was backfiring. She glided down the corridors with long easy strides. She felt light, happy. Without the danger of really getting caught, the chase was kind of fun.
She turned her head again, hoping he would still be in sight. She wanted him to see her run. She wanted him to still be chasing her.
He had gained on her.
How? It made no sense. She felt better than ever, how was he gaining on her? For the first time, she wondered if he could run her down, if he would…
Anna shuddered at the thought, fear sitting low in her belly.
*Fear, or anticipation?* That small voice whispered to her. The world seemed to slow around her. She felt… good.
No! She increased her pace. She wasn’t going to lose, not now.
*He’s earned it though. Let him have it. You wouldn’t mind if he was just faster than you. How is this different?*
She could feel him getting closer. She had to get away, now, before the drug took deeper hold.
Anna took off at a sprint, one last-ditch effort to escape. The exertion cleared her head slightly, the rushing air of her lungs chasing the voice out of her head. She turned and, mercifully, saw him dropping back at last. One last sprint. She knew where to go to be safe. He was out of sight, now was her chance. Anna turned, turned again, began making her way towards her destination. She’d be safe. There, just ahead. She burst through the door without knocking.
“Nicki, he drugged me. Help.” Anna cried.
“Tim?”
Anna nodded, breath slowing.
“Let me see your hands.”
Anna held out her hands, palms up, curious what Nicki could be checking for. Nicki instead looped a knot around her arms and pulled her forward over the bed. By the time Anna realized what was happening, it was too late.
“Sorry Anna, but this is the only way you can get out,” Nicki said, binding the rope out of sight beneath the bed. “Besides, you kind of owe me this.”
Anna stared at her captor, furious at the betrayal. Nicki bent down, kissed her gently on the lips, and returned to her chair.
*She’s right,* Anna thought, *you deserve this.*
Anna heard the door behind her and knew that Tim had arrived, panting as he tried to catch his breath.
“Don’t do this Tim. This isn’t you. Just let me up and let’s talk.” Anna pleaded.
“Have to… only… way,” Tim gasped, still struggling to recover.
Anna thought desperately for some way to avoid her fate. Her legs were still free, kick him? Wouldn’t matter, she was still stuck. Talking her way out of it wasn’t working either. There had to be a way.
Nicki had a leg up over the arm of her chair, idly stroking herself as the scene played out. Anger and shame mixed as Anna remembered watching Nicki get claimed.
Anna closed her eyes, realizing she only had one gambit left.
“I really am sorry,” Tim said sheepishly from behind her.
“I understand, but I have a request first.”
“Yeah?”
“Let’s give anal another shot. Maybe we can still pair without getting pregnant.”
Nicki raised her eyebrows and smirked. Nick had now joined her by the chair, his hands now replacing her own.
“You’re just playing for time, aren’t you?”
Anna shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant.
“Partly, but do you really want to pass up the opportunity? I’ll still be tied up if it doesn’t work.”
“OK.”
[missing section where Anna is undressed and some oral]
He prodded at her dry asshole, trying to work a finger in.
“Nicki, you got any lube?”
“Nope.” She pulled Nick’s head down between her legs.
“You can use my juices,” Anna said quickly.
She didn’t want a lack of lube to make him abandon the attempt. If she were honest with herself, she also really wanted to feel his fingers. She didn’t have to wait long. She felt him touching her, stroking her clit, making her shiver. She felt his hand caressing her back, grabbing her ass, lusting after her. She pushed back at him, aching to feel his fingers inside her again. She could feel him rubbing at her, searching for her entrance. Then she realized what she felt was much bigger than a finger.
“Not there,” she begged, “No, please…” *Yes!*
She tried to pull away, but there was nowhere to go. He pushed against her, slowly, deliberately. She clenched down, trying to keep him out. His cock paused, stuck as her labia clung to him. Her own wetness and the saliva still on his cock betrayed her. Her pussy lips slowly split, stretching around him. His head slipped inside. Her pussy clung to him as he withdrew. He pushed back in, sinking deeper into her. She could feel every inch dragging against her.
“Please, don’t,” Anna pleaded, shuddering as he pulled slowly back.
“I’ll switch in a bit, don’t worry,” Tim reassured her.
She could feel him sliding back in, slowly, carefully, inch by inch. Anna felt something new. His hips pressed against her ass. She could feel the warm weight of his balls resting against the back of her legs. He stopped, buried fully inside her. The moment dragged on. She wondered if he had had enough, if he would return to her ass and leave her pussy, if not virginal, at least safe.
Anna whispered, “I’m close.” The words caught her off-guard. “Just don’t come inside” she added hastily.
She closed her eyes as he began slowly thrusting into her, savoring the feeling he was stirring up, but frightened of what it could mean. A long low moan escaped her as the feeling built. Behind her, Tim thrust faster, harder, trying to take her over the edge. The gentle careful strokes were gone. Her whole body rocked against her binding as he slammed painfully into her. She opened her mouth to ask him to slow down, be gentle, but she couldn’t speak, her legs gave out. She was coming. It was like nothing she had ever felt. It didn’t wash over her, it was torn from her very soul, painful, wonderful, terrible, absolute. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe. She could feel the world going grey around her. She wondered if she would pass out, if she would die.
Then it was over. She gasped for breath, mind coming back slowly from the edge of the abyss. She could feel him still thrusting into her. It didn’t hurt anymore. He was slowing down after her orgasm, holding deep inside her at the end of every thrust. She could hear his ragged breath. The realization of what that meant struck her. She froze stiff. She tried to speak, to tell him to pull out, but it was too late. He pressed against her, holding himself as deep inside as he could. She could feel him twitching inside her.
Then something else, a warmth deep in her belly, spreading through her body. She felt at peace truly at ease for the first time in months. Her mind felt clear, like a fog had lifted, like waking up from a truly deep sleep.
Anna looked over at Nicki, who was coming down from her own orgasm.
Nicki locked eyes with her and spoke, “Now do you understand?”
Anna simply nodded.
The moment ended suddenly when Tim began withdrawing. Every nerve still raw, the feelings that moments ago were so pleasant were now more akin to electrocution.
“Goddamnit Tim, give the poor girl some warning,” Nicki yelled at him.
Tim stood behind her, staring at the cum dripping from her deflowered womb, the reality of what he had done sinking in.
“Oh my God, Anna, I’m so sorry. I was going to pull out, I really was, I…”
“It’s OK,” Anna said, trying to soothe him. “It’s really OK. I understand. Just, could you let me up?”
A quick tug at a loose end and she was free. Anna turned, punched Tim hard in the arm.
“That’s for not listening to me!” She wrapped her arms around him, reached up and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
“What’s that for?” Tim asked.
“For not listening to me,” she said softly.
Anna turned to Nicki, “The drug was your idea, wasn’t it?”
Nicki Nodded.
“What was it?”
“You’re gonna be mad,” Nicki replied with a slight smirk.
“If I was going to get angry, I already would be.”
Nicki tossed her the bottle.
She looked down in disbelief, “Aspirin?”
“Just to give you an excuse.”
Nicki’s tablet interrupted them. Nicki glanced at it then turned to Anna, “Ma’am would like to talk to you when you have some time.”
Anna glanced up at the dome of the ever-present cameras. Of course they’d be watching.
A quick shower later and Anna was at Ma’am’s door.
“Come in Anna,” the older woman called. “I understand you’ve had your treatment at last.”
“If you could call it that,” Anna sniped back, still angered by her captivity.
“Well, what would you call it?”
“You let me get raped.” Anna could feel the color rising in her cheeks.
“Come now, I told you at the outset you could have him removed at any time. You passed 7 staff members during your run, all it would have taken is a word.”
Anna sat in angry silence. She wasn’t wrong. Why hadn’t she just had him removed? *Because then I would have lost Tim. Then I’d still be trapped here,* the voice answered her.
“We could go back and forth on morality all day,” Ma’am continued, “I’d like to switch to some more immediate practical matters. You’ve got some decisions to make and time is a factor. I’d ask you to set aside the emotions you’re dealing with and try to keep things analytical.”
Anna was cautious, but curious to see what could require such urgent attention.
“First off, if you don’t want to get pregnant, we need to act quick.”
Anna looked at her puzzled for a moment.
“Conception isn’t instantaneous. We can give you something to block fertilization. Otherwise, as we said, pregnancy is virtually certain.”
The wheels clicked in Anna’s mind. Her greatest concern for over a week had been the thread of being impregnated, now here was a way out, handed to her. But why was she hesitating? What were the practical reasons? Having lasted the entire selection, a good job was ensured, so there was no real financial concern. She’d have Tim, so it’s not like she would be raising a child alone. After all she had been through, she knew she’d be emotionally ready. Why had she fought it so hard these past several months?
*Because it wouldn’t be your choice.*
But now it was her choice. Her mind was clear again. No one was forcing her. All that mattered was what she wanted.
Ma’am waited patiently until Anna spoke, “It’s ok. Let it happen.”
Anna’s hand dropped to her abdomen, imagining the life that would soon take hold there, keenly aware of Tim’s semen still leaking from her.
The other woman interrupted her thoughts, “Excellent. Now, the next item is your career. I was hoping you might consider staying on and working in Selection.”
“Doing what, exactly?” Anna asked.
“An advisor at first, but I suspect before long you’ll be running it.”
Anna was taken aback. She couldn’t be serious.
“How do you expect me to run it? I hate this place. I hate the process. I hate everything about Selection. What’s to stop me from ending the whole thing?” Anna could feel her anger rising again.
“Practicality,” Ma’am said softly, “End it, if you can find a way. But in the meantime, make it better. Make it kinder.”
Anna stared at her. The woman looked different, softer, tired, sad. She could see a tear welling in her eye, threatening to escape down her cheek. The moment passed, and Ma’am wiped at her eye with irritation.
“Regardless,” Ma’am went on, the old familiar hardness in her voice, “all doors are open to you now. You have the run of the facility and may leave whenever you like. I await your decision.”
And with that, Anna was ushered out of the office.
Epilogue:
Tim arrived back at the house early, his boss had cut him out early for the coming holiday. The kids would still be at school, except their youngest, the 2-year-old Eloise who was still at home, and the eldest, John, who was off at selection. If she was down for a nap, he’d be able to get some rare alone time with Anna. He walked in the door, kicked off his shoes and hung up his keys. He’d normally call out to her, but she’d raise hell if he woke up the baby. Besides, he was suddenly feeling rather frisky and was hoping they could sneak in a quickie.
Time sniffed at the air, trying to catch enough of a scent to find her. He was in the bedroom before he realized what was happening. The old familiar hunger for her. There would be a note. There was always a note. He searched room by room until he found it sitting on the kitchen counter.
Dear Tim,
I’m sorry to leave so suddenly, but it’s happening again. Eloise is with Nickie, Nick will get the kids from school. I’ll be in the east wood until it passes. Please don’t follow me. You know if we give in now I’d end up pregnant again, and Eloise is still so young. I don’t want you to force me again.
Love,
Anna
The east wood. Tim would find her, catch her. He’d hold her down and force himself on her. It was the same every time. Regardless of what the note said, she wanted it. She just had to run, and he had to chase her. He reached into the closest to grab a coil of rope, and saw the second note, two words written on a post-it, and stuck to a bottle of aspirin:
*Good Luck!*
He smiled. She would always run. And he would forever be chasing Anna.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/cpoeq5/chasing_anna_after_selection
Amazing, worth the wait