Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
Olivia’s throat was so clogged that she could barely speak, but she managed to say, “I want to know the rest of it.”
She knew Travis had been hoping she would tell him to forget about the rest, but she had to know.
“All right.”
She watched as the chair Travis was strapped into slowly changed its shape so that he was lying down, still firmly restrained.
Smith went to one of the cabinets, got out a hypodermic needle and a small bottle of liquid. After filling the syringe, he found a vein in Travis’s arm and injected the stuff. Pretty quickly, he began to feel woozy and at the same time aroused.
Smith gave him a knowing smile. “Excellent. Are you attracted to men or women?”
Travis turned his head away.
“From studying your recent activities, I assume it’s women. I mean, I know you haven’t hooked up with any guys you’ve met at a bar. But you’ve had liaisons with women.”
“What? Have you been spying on me?” Travis managed to say.
“Of course. I wouldn’t have gone ahead with this operation unless I was completely sure of a successful outcome.
Now I’m going to put you into a trance. The medication I’ve given you makes you susceptible to that.
” His voice became rhythmic. “In a moment, I’m going to leave the room.
Someone else will come in—a beautiful woman.
She will walk to your side and stand over you.
” He continued the sing-song, persuasive cadence.
“She’s also one of the children from the Solomon Clinic.
She’s here to fulfill your sexual desires.
Sex with her will be better than anything you’ve ever experienced.
You’re going to enjoy your time with her—very much. ”
Travis shook his head, turning his gaze away again, trying to fight the man’s lulling voice and the temptations he was offering.
But he now felt like he was swimming through thick syrup, struggling to breathe.
He heard the door open and close, and he was thankful to be alone.
But he was still a captive, drifting on the man’s words and the drug.
He closed his eyes, sinking toward sleep. Until a new voice called his name. A woman.
“Travis. Travis, I’ve been so anxious to get together with you.”
He snapped awake. “Huh?” he asked in a groggy voice, trying to bring her image into focus.
“We’re going to have a wonderful time,” she said in a sultry whisper. Smith had been the only one in the room with him. Now he had vanished, and as he had promised, a gorgeous, desirable woman was standing exactly where his captor had been.
She seemed very real, but where had she come from?
Who was she? His vision wavered as he tried to study her.
She couldn’t be real, he told himself, but here she was, big as life and twice as tempting.
Her hair was long and blonde. Her eyes were startlingly blue.
Her lips were pouty. As she leaned over him, her full breasts swayed toward him, almost spilling out from the low neckline of her lacy white blouse.
If he could have lifted his hands, he would have reached for them.
No, this wasn’t...
He blinked again, trying to clear his vision.
“I’m going to bring you to the peak of pleasure. Do you understand?” she promised, her voice curling around him.
Again, he questioned his vision. But as her voice and her touch enveloped him, he was helpless to resist the suggestions she was sending him. It didn’t matter who or what she was—only that she was here instead of Smith. He had fought against Smith as best he could. There was no way to fight her.
“My name is Cynthia,” she cooed.
He had never gotten into what he would consider a meaningful relationship with a woman, but he had the normal male urges. And this woman was a tempting sexual partner. He licked his suddenly dry lips as he felt his heart rate quicken.
“You and I are going to bond.” As she spoke, she opened the button at the top of his jeans and opened the zipper before pushing down his briefs so that she could pull out his cock. He was already hard.
“Nice,” she approved.
He didn’t want this. He wanted to get away from her. But restrained on the table, he could do nothing to escape from this crude advance.
As Cynthia began to stroke him, she spoke in a lilting voice.
“I’m another one of the children from the Solomon Clinic.
I can read your mind. I know what you want.
” She laughed softly. “Well, that’s obvious, isn’t it.
You want to fuck me. But I can’t release your arms, so we’ll just have to do it this way. ”
“No.”
“You don’t really want to resist me, do you? Relax, let me give you the ultimate pleasure.”
He wanted to defy her, but the drugs coursing through his system had taken over his mind. There was no way he could battle the woman or the sexual stimulation. Her voice droned on, telling him that they were bonding, that now they would be able to do all the things Smith had told him about.
His whole body trembled as he felt himself pulled into the sexual scenario. He was enflamed. Frantic with need. Trembling on the edge of release, but Cynthia teased him, bringing him close to climax, then stopping her maddening ministrations before he could come.
He groaned. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“You’re driving me insane.”
“Is that good or bad?” she murmured.
When he didn’t answer, she went on. “Do you feel it? Are we bonding? Will it happen when you come?”
The drugs made it impossible to ignore her voice or her maddening hand as it teased his cock.
Finally, when he thought he couldn’t take another moment of her knowing touch, she sped up her strokes, urging him toward climax.
He cried out in relief as he came in a burst of guilty pleasure, then lay drained and panting on the chair-table.
Cynthia’s face hung over him, her breasts within easy reach if he could have moved his arms. “I guess you didn’t get the headache,” she said in a dry voice.
“Wha...what?”
“I threw some couples together.” She stopped and laughed.
“Like one of the kids from the clinic was a twin, and his brother was collateral damage in a drug hit. He’d been trying for years to find out who was responsible.
I sent him information that pointed him in the right direction.
To a New Orleans high society type who was also a drug smuggler.
His fiancée happened to be another one of Solomon’s spawn.
” She sobered. “I almost captured them, but it went bad in the end. And then there were the ones who didn’t survive their first mutual sexual experience.
They were the ones who died in bed together.
Maybe having sex was too much for them, or maybe they chickened out, and that’s what did it.
The cause of death was cerebral hemorrhages, according to the autopsies. ”
The words were going over Travis’s head. He had no idea what she was talking about.
But she pressed on—probing for information he couldn’t give her. “Did coming with your mate change anything for you? Can we merge our minds? Try to untie the bonds on your wrists. You want to get free, don’t you?”
“Yes.” The syllable came out like a low growl.
“Then untie the knots. Or maybe you can burn the rope.” Her insistent voice stopped for a moment. “Well, that might not be prudent. You don’t want to burn yourself.”
With every shred of determination he possessed, Travis tried to loosen the knots. He had to get away from this woman—from this nightmare situation. But even after exerting a tremendous effort, he simply had no power to break free.
“What about a thunderbolt?” she asked. “Use your mind to throw one across the room. Or throw one at me. You want to do that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” he managed between clenched teeth. She had taken advantage of him. Aroused him. Raped him. And he wanted to make her pay for what she had done.
Desperation made him redouble his efforts, but he might as well have been trying to throw a cannonball. Nothing happened. It couldn’t happen. There was nothing different about him. He was the same man who had awakened as a captive in this room
“Maybe if we try a jolt of chemical stimulant,” a voice muttered. It was Smith again. The sexy Cynthia had vanished. Had she really been there? He didn’t know.
Travis felt another needle jabbing into a vein, and his whole body seized. “Do it,” Smith shouted. “Do something. Don’t just lie there like a sorry victim. Free yourself. Don’t you have the power to do it?”
He wanted to. With every ounce of will in his body, he wanted to.
Desperately, Travis tried to find a way to accomplish the impossible, feeling all his muscles strain as he strove to pull himself free. But there was no amount of effort that could make any difference. Finally exhausted, he fell back against the table.
He heard Smith sigh. “Well, we gave it the old college try. I guess a simulation isn’t going to work. Too bad. I’m afraid I’m going to have to examine some of your brain tissue to see if I find anything unusual.”
As Travis heard the sound of a power drill firing to life, a jolt of fear shot through him.
“Does that inspire you to try harder?” Smith asked.
It did. If there had been any way to manipulate his physical surroundings, he would have done it. But he simply couldn’t manage it. All he could do was lie there as the whirring of the drill came closer.
He screamed, then screamed again as he felt the metal bit jab into his skull.