Jesus! What’s wrong with me!
The more the fog lifted, the more she became aware of her surroundings. Her cop instincts kicked in, she lay still, feigning unconsciousness as she tried to piece the situation together. Male voices … there were men in the room with her, at least two. An MV was on … sounds like a Western playing, from the music and the shooting.
As she became even more alert, she began to notice something she immediately found alarming. She was lying facedown on a twin-sized bed. Her hands were cuffed behind her back and her ankles shackled as well. That in itself was not surprising nor disturbing. The fact that she was utterly nude, however, was deeply disconcerting.
Fighting back the panic, she mentally checked her body for any sign of violation. There was no apparent soreness in either her rectum or vagina. Nor was there any telltale stickiness or wetness in either area. Neither was there any lingering taste of semen in her mouth or on her lips. Mentally, she relaxed ever so slightly. And at least someone had been thoughtful enough to throw the bedspread over her.
Suddenly, she felt the weight of another body on the bed beside her, hot breath on her neck as a wet nose sniffed her. She immediately recognized the voice.
“She awakens.”
The wolfman!
Frost and Cee Tee had been watching a movie on the room’s multivision. Frost lifted his legs from the small table he had propped them up on and dropped them to the floor. With a lazy yawn and stretch, he nodded to Cee Tee, “Go fetch the lady of the house.”
Cee Tee got up and exited the room while Frost stood and walked over to the bed. By now, Grant had rolled her onto her back, taking great care to keep her covered. Standing over her, Frost gave her a dazzling smile.
“Well, hello, Officer Jones,” his voice dripped with honey. “I trust you had a pleasant nap.”
“You’re in some deep shit now, Frost!” she raged at him, her face red, her green eyes shooting sparks. “Who do you think you are, kidnapping a cop? Not even an ARA can get away with shit like this!”
“You’re only part right, my dear little Irish pixie,” he picked up a kitbag emblazoned with the GenetX logo from the opposite bed. “An ARA who wanted to continue in this business would be foolish to do such a thing. Hell, it’d be an absolute career-ender. Not to mention all the legal drama … y’know, arrest, forfeiture of license, court dates, prison time.”
“So, what’re you saying? You giving up on your quarry? A naked genetic experiment got the better of the great Forrest Frost, king of the manhunters?” she taunted. “Thought it’d be easier to just drug and kidnap a lady cop? What you got in mind? Gonna get your jollies off?” She sneered. “You ain’t man enough to handle me, you dickless wonder!”
Frost was looking through the bag, and when he spoke, it was obvious none of what she’d said had aggravated him in the least. “My, but you are a spirited filly, aren’t you? No wonder Burlington enjoys sampling your wares. You got more balls than he does.”
“Fuck you!” she spat at him. Fear crept into her at the realization that he’d figured out that she’d been sleeping with Matt. Suddenly, things became a little clearer.
“All in due time, my dear,” he said as he retrieved a pair of thick rubber gloves from the bag. “And as for me giving up on the vixen, I assure you, nothing could be further from the truth. I always finish what I start.”
Cee Tee had returned now, accompanied by a statuesque blonde. Like any other longtime Huntsville resident, Stella recognized her immediately.
“Cherry Denton! You’re Senator Denton’s wife.”
“Hello, darling,” Cherry smiled down at her. “My, my! But you are a pretty little thing.” She lifted the cover to peer at Stella’s nude form. “Mmm mmm! I could just eat you up!”
Stella’s mouth hung open, her eyes wide with fear. She knew now she was in way over her head. How far did the web of all this mysterious covert bullshit reach?
“See my dear! You’re very much among friends and admirers,” Frost smiled, as he now produced a small, clear, plastic canister from the bag.
“What do y’all want from me?” Stella was confused and frightened now. Being kidnapped by someone like Frost, that she could comprehend, but the addition of a senator’s wife into this caper made her realize what dire straits she was in. There was no way they could ever let her go now. Her fate was sealed.
“And you, my dear, are going to help me.”
“There’s no way in hell I’m ever going to help you do a damned thing, Frost,” she growled, but her eyes were now on the canister he held just above her midsection.
“Oh, but I think you will, Miss Jones,” his cocky smile faded into a malevolent scowl. “You’re going to help me not only in my quest to retrieve my bounty but also in teaching your arrogant lover a thing or two in humility.” He nodded to Grant. “Ok. Now, please.”
Grant pulled the bedspread back, and Stella felt a sudden shiver of cold air and shame wash across her exposed body. Her instinct to cover herself was thwarted by the fact that her hands were restrained behind her back. She could only lay there helpless, naked and vulnerable before these assholes. Once, it had been a turn-on. Now, it was striking terror in her heart. What was to happen to her? Would she ever see Matt again? Would he want to see her when all this was over?
“May I?” Frost didn’t wait for her to answer as he sat down on
