“No thanks, I’ve had my fiber today,” she joked, trying hard to keep up the brave front.
Frost ignored her, “I’ve always been interested in some of the darker aspects of the manipulative sciences. Hypnosis, brainwashing, drug manipulation. Take mind control for instance. That’s always fascinated me. The ability to control someone totally against their will, even to the point they’re not even cognizant of it. Kinda like evicting someone from their very own head.” He moved the container toward her face, and she was mortified at the realization that the snot-like substance suddenly convulsed in the vial as it got closer.
“I think it likes her,” Forrest looked over his shoulder to Grant.
“What the fuck is that?” she asked, her voice was filled with panic and fear as she squirmed to get away from it, but her movement only seemed to agitate the slimy yellowish-green stuff more. It slid around the jar and up the walls of it, trying to find the way out.
Trying to get to her!
“That, my dear, is a special concoction. A mixture of powerful organisms infused with electronic microscopic neurological hijackers brewed up for one purpose: to make your mind mine.” He sat the canister down on her chest just above her breasts, and she watched in horror and revulsion as the container now shook with the violent energy of the substance seeking prey. Frost watched it, almost as fascinated by it as she was terrified. “It senses your nervous system.”
“God damn you!” she cursed him, every fiber of her body hating him, hating her helplessness. “Get that shit off me!” she screamed as she bucked suddenly, tossing to and fro the best she could with her feet cuffed and her arms locked behind her back.
Frost had anticipated her outburst and quickly had the substance back in hand. His other hand calmly went to her throat. “Calm yourself,” he said quietly as the grip around her windpipe tightened like an iron vise. “Now!”
Grant stepped forward. “I can calm her, sir,” he offered. The beautiful redheaded woman was turning blue. What a shame it would be …
“No,” Frost waved him back. “She seems intent on doing things the hard way. So be it. Besides, if I get worked up, I want it to be of my own accord, not because you fill the room with your Love Potion Number Nine.”
She struggled to the point of passing out, then finally capitulated. For a moment, both Grant and Cee Tee were afraid Frost had decided to go ahead and do her in, as his hand stayed at her throat a might longer than both had thought necessary. It seemed to have another effect on Cherry Denton.
“So primal … but exciting, to say the least,” she murmured to Grant. “Wouldn’t you say?”
“Not my style, but …” The AnthroSplice shrugged, and when he turned to her, he was shocked at the look on her face. She was really getting off on watching the violence. What kind of deviant was she? A dangerous one, his mind quickly cautioned. Still, he couldn’t help but ponder the possibilities. She was a beautiful creature, and it had been a looooong time! He felt himself grow aroused despite his best efforts.
In the meantime, Frost had let Stella go, leaving her wheezing and gasping, but her body now lay limp.
“You going to behave?” he asked.
“Why … should … I?” She managed to get out between frantic breaths, “go quietly.” She coughed, desperately trying to get air back into her lungs. “You’re going to kill me anyway.”
“My dear girl,” Frost said softly, almost soothingly, “I never said anything about killing you. However, if you continue to make this hard, I promise you this … I will kill your Special Inspector Burlington.” He leaned in, his voice deep and ominous, “And you know I am more than capable of doing it. Don’t you?” The hand that had just been around her neck now went to her belly. He felt her flinch, go tense, but nothing else, as he casually began to rub across the taut, muscular stomach. Good! There’s always someone a little more badass than you! And now she realizes it.
“What do you want from me?” she asked, more subdued now, her voice breaking just slightly as the first tears of frustration welled up in her eyes.
“I need information, Officer Jones,” he replied, almost absent-mindedly, his eyes now taking in her body. His hand moved to her breasts, idly fondling them, his fingers rubbing over her nipples, arousing them, despite her best efforts to resist. Humiliation, rage and shame filled her. She swore to herself if she ever got the chance to kill this man for belittling her this way, she wouldn’t hesitate.
“What kind of information?” She tried to distract herself from her body’s shameful betrayal. “You know more about this vixen than we do.”
“It’s not the vixen I need information about, but I think you already know that.”
“Then what? If you think just because I’m Burlington’s Ex Oh I’m privy to some top-secret intel, I’m afraid you’re going to be sadly disappointed.”
“I agree. In fact, I’m fairly certain you don’t know any more than I do. But we’re both going to learn together.”
“Dude, you’re making no sense at all.” She tried to be defiant, but she couldn’t help but wince when he rolled a now fully aroused nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Not hard or hurtful, but with just the right amount of pressure of someone learned in the art of pleasing.
“Don’t fight it if it feels good, darling,” he teased her, knowing the involuntary effect he was having upon her
