“What are you doing?” he asked.
Grayson looked at Brad like she didn’t understand the question. “What do you mean what am I doing? We were told to stand down and drop the case, right? Do we really have to go through this again?”
“Yes, we do,” Brad said. “First of all, Cooper said he was not authorizing this. That isn’t the same as him forbidding us. He’s just covering his ass in case we get into trouble, but he’s fine with this. Trust me.”
“Trust you?” Grayson said skeptically. “Like that time you detained Lady Gaga because you were certain she was an alien?”
“I never said she was an alien! I said she had info on an alien spy, big difference!”
“Yeah, you’re lucky we didn’t get fired for that little stunt.”
“She was cool with it, she likes the way I swing my hammer.”
“Ugh,” Grayson said, “You’re such a child!”
Brad grinned, but then turned serious. “Listen, I want to know what they’re making in that lab, and why there was an empty elephant’s sack worth of spunk splattered all over the hotel room. I want answers, and I’m pretty goddamn sure Miss Willow Monroe will lead us to at least one. We have two options: We either head to Monroe’s together, and you help me do my job while doing yours, or we go back to the hotel and I come back alone, then you can report me to Division.”
“Have I ever reported you to Division?”
Brad smiled, “Not one single time, Agent Grayson. That’s why you’re the best partner a guy like me could have.”
He grinned ear to ear as Grayson glided the Lincoln back into the fast lane. “You know you’re not a tenth as adorable as you think you are.”
“I figure I’m at least half.”
“Just promise you’re not gonna do anything stupid. Again.”
“I promise. Something big was happening in that lab. I haven’t felt that sort of nervous energy since ’08.”
Grayson was quiet at first, but then she agreed. “I felt it, too.”
“I’ll be careful,” Brad promised as Grayson swung the Lincoln onto Willow Monroe’s quiet street in Forest Park.
“Yeah, careful as a bull in a china shop.”
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Monroe didn’t answer the door until the fourth ring, just long enough for Brad’s fingers to twitch toward the hilt of his .45.
When she did open the door, she looked like death warmed over. Because Brad was always looking, he could easily see she was normally a knockout. She was the sort who didn’t quite know it, and kept most of it hidden behind mousy hair, sad eyes, and clothes that were slightly too large for her small, tight body. But there was no mistaking the smooth roundness of her tits, the tiny waist that led to her tiny bubbled ass, or the legs that seemed to start in the earth’s sub-basement, then shoot up toward Saturn.
She looked nervous, maybe even terrified, but not at all surprised.
“Miss Monroe? I’m Agent Grayson and this is my partner Agent Hammer. We’re here investigating the death of Dr. Richard Madsen.”
Willow’s eyes widened, but not as much as they should have. Brad wondered if she’d been called by someone at Helix, unless her knowledge of the doctor’s death was first hand.
“Yes, I saw on the news,” she said, which explained why she wasn’t more shocked.
Damned reporters, robbing me of a chance to get a good read as I delivered the news!
Willow opened the door wider and ushered the agents inside.
Like at the lab, Brad thought there was some bullshit buried in Willow’s house, too. He saw three suitcases lined in a neat row beneath the window, the middle one bulging from the sides like it was pregnant with a sudden getaway.
Brad pretended not to notice. “We’ll be out of your hair in a second,” he smiled. “We just have a few questions we were hoping you could help us with. Specifically about the research Dr. Madsen was working on at Helix.”
Willow shook her head. “I’m really sorry,” she said. “But I can’t answer any questions about the work we do at Helix. I would love to, really, and will be happy to answer anything you ask if you can come back with a court order. But I’m bound by about 10 pounds worth of non-disclosure agreements. Everything in the lab is confidential. Until I see something in writing saying it’s okay for me to speak, I’m legally obligated not to.”
Grayson said, “Can you tell us why you left the company?”
Willow shook her head. “Sorry, I can’t say anything involving Helix without specific written consent, including why I left.”
They stayed for a few more minutes asking questions that led nowhere. Brad couldn’t shake the feeling that Willow was hot for him – like scorching. He wouldn’t say anything to Grayson since she would’ve thought it was his ego yelling like it always did, but there was something more and he could feel it. Sure, Brad thought most girls were hot for him because they usually were, but he could practically smell it on Willow Monroe. He would’ve bet a month’s pay that her slit was slick as a slip-n-slide, and had a sudden and surprisingly powerful urge to slip a trio of his fingers inside her to see.
But Brad ignored her sweet scent, handed her his card, then told her to call if she wanted to talk, or could think of anything that might help them in their investigation. She stared into his gray eyes with her brilliant green ones and said, “Of course, Agent Hammer.”
As their fingers touched and eyes locked, he felt that familiar spark. Not only was she hot for him. She was hungry.
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Chapter Three – Willow Monroe
Willow closed the door, slamming her back against the cool wood, hoping the pair of agents didn’t hear the thud behind them. They were gone less than a minute when Willow shoved her right hand down her pants and started furiously rubbing herself in a frenzy.
Willow wasn’t wet, she was waterlogged.
She had a million other things to do, including planning the recovery of Richard’s briefcase. Followed by her necessary escape from Atlanta, if not humanity. And that was what she should have been doing, but the Red Breath was boiling inside her, and if there was a way to control the impulses that claimed your body once it was inside you, Willow had yet to find it.
Richard sure as hell hadn’t known.
Willow ran to the sofa and bent herself over the top, as if there was an invisible man behind her, pulled her pants down past her thighs and wiggled her ass until they fell to a puddle at her ankles. She shoved three fingers inside her, already cumming by the time she slammed her slit with her third thrust.
“OHMYFUCKINGLORD!!!”
Willow closed her eyes as tears painted both sides of her face. She kept fucking herself harder, adding a fourth finger as juices coated her inner thighs and dripped into a puddle on the floor. Her left hand was twisting her right nipple, as her right hand curled into her cunt, with her thumb pressing hard into her flesh. She eased it up from her cheek, then slipped it into her asshole.
Willow screamed like she was being murdered, chewing on her lip, and sloshing herself to one orgasm that fell into several. She pulled herself onto the couch, then with one leg on the floor and the other splayed across and over the other side in a V, she scraped her palm wildly across her pussy, rubbing her nub until she lost all control, shaking and sobbing and slapping her back against the leather until the Red Breath inside her finally settled.
Willow traced her swollen slit with her fingers as her body slowly stopped shaking, sending her into thoughts of the last two years with Dr. Richard Madsen and the development of Red Breath – the drug that had changed both of their lives and was destined to change the world.
Red Breath made Viagra look like a Tic-Tac, which was why Helix was pouring so much into its research, development, and top level secrecy. The only reason Madsen hadn’t ended up dead two years earlier was because no one knew what the good doctor was doing. But there was no doubt with anyone who had seen it – Dr. Madsen’s research would change the world more than anything since birth cont
rol in the 60’s. While the pill had led to the sexual revolution, Red Breath, delivered via cigarette, promised nothing short of an evolution.
Unfortunately, Red Bread didn’t yet work in reality like it did in theory. They were years from perfecting it, clinical trials, and likely a decade from getting it to market – and that was if everything was going right.
But things weren’t going right.
The problem wasn’t that the drug didn’t work. The problem was that the drug worked too well. Madsen had yet to find a way to dilute his results. In its current form, Red Breath completely consumed the user, taking over their body and mind, turning them into a sex machine.
Not only could the drug enable male users to experience multiple orgasms, Red Breath also released a pheromone which made them irresistible to the opposite sex. This meant users could not only live out their wildest fantasies, but could also get any woman around them to be an active, eager participant. There were ethical issues of whether the drug was the equivalent of a date rape-type drug. If a woman couldn’t resist, was she then being involuntarily forced into sex? There was no way the company would get approval on a drug like that.
They had yet to find a way to dilute the drug enough that it still delivered a rock hard erection and multiple orgasms, while curtailing a bit of its pheromone effects. Making men more attractive to women was acceptable. Making them truly irresistible was illegal. Willow suspected that the company’s reticence to release full-strength had less to do with morality than FDA regulations.
There was also a fear of what effect the drug had on women. There had been no human trials, but female chimpanzees and rats who’d taken the drug all died within less than 30 days of taking the drug. They had also grown sexually ravenous, and turned their sex into an almost parasitic function. Male chimps and rats who mated with females on Red Breath were essentially sucked dry of life, while the female became stronger.
Dr. Richard Madsen had been working on a fix.
It was six months ago when Richard thought he had finally found the solution. The newest strain of the drug was working 100% on male and female lab rats and chimpanzees, but Helix said they weren’t yet ready for human testing.
They weren’t, but Richard was.
Little did she know at the time, but he’d been using an older modified version of Red Breath on himself, and had been utilizing it’s powers of persuasion to convince her to experiment with him.
Willow had already said yes to Richard’s bedroom a year earlier, before he’d been using the drug. Her feelings for him were genuine, but she never would have agreed to unsanctioned testing of Red Breath on anyone, much less herself. Not if she were in her right mind.
But she hadn’t been. So she said yes.
At first it seemed as though Richard had found Heaven on Earth. On the surface, Red Breath worked like a charm. The two of them would fuck for what felt like days, slipping in and out of nirvana only as long as the reality of life required. It was utter bliss, until the Breath turned sour.
Two weeks ago, everything changed. Willow suddenly turned into a succubus, seemingly overnight; a monster with uncontrollable urges. Perhaps that’s what she had been ever since the first dose of Red Breath, but Richard was so well armored from his months of experimenting that she couldn’t harm him.
It wasn’t until they invited others to join them that the horror was unleashed.
The doctor brought home a couple for them to play with, a beautiful set of upper-crust socialites from Buckhead. Part of Red Breath’s beauty was the way it gave its users the ability to persuade others to do their bidding. Because sex was always on at least part of everyone’s mind, it was easy to use it to get what you wanted. The doctor hadn’t paid for a single thing in months. After a long night partying at the XO Bar, the doctor suggested they return to his house and enjoy each other’s company.
They did, a little too much.
Willow had never fucked or been fucked so hard in her life. The rush was electric in her veins and her brain. She’d never felt so alive as when she inhaled their lifeforces through her skin and mouth. And then when she came down from the euphoria, she realized she was lying next to two corpses.
Richard stared at her in horror.
Willow had no idea what the doctor did with the bodies. The next thing she knew, Richard was locking her in his basement lab, promising that he’d release her as soon as he could. He had to find a cure without alerting Helix to they had done — they as if she had been part of the planning. When the doctor returned from the office the following day, she was completely mad with desire.
Willow lay on the couch, sticky and dripping, rubbing her sopping hole at the memory of her first weeks of Red Breath. She needed to leave the house and fuck; not just fuck, consume cock like it was one of the four food groups.
The killings had changed her, maybe forever. She and Richard both knew two things: she had to fuck every day, and she would kill anything that made it inside her. So each evening he would smoke a fresh Red Breath, then head down to the basement for an hour or so of insane fucking, the Red Breath keeping him armored from death.
The part of the drug the doctor never designed was as powerful as all the parts that he did. Red Breath allowed Willow to see what was in the doctor’s mind while he was inside her, or even earlier, once blood flowed to his cock and put his arousal in bloom.
The sensation itself was amazing, but Willow quickly grew hungry for more, and grew dissatisfied with the same Richard every night of the week. Not being able to consume him wholly as she had the two people she killed, was like not being able to cum. It left her aching all day and all of the night. It was a hunger she neither understood nor could control. It was if Red Breath had awakened some alien or ancient part of her — a powerful, hungry part that grew more agitated the longer she went without being fed.
Willow understood the need to stay locked up, but was growing more resentful by the hour. And though she was too scared to try and break free, she also knew there wasn’t much time before her body got the best of her mind and started driving the bus without her. It finally happened two days before the doctor’s murder.
Willow was in the basement when the six foot three inch man with the square jaw and close cropped hair came to check the gas meter. She was in heat, writhing around on the basement floor, sucking on her fingers and digging as deep as she could into her sloppy hole. She smelled the meter man outside, leapt like a cat from the cold concrete floor, sniffing the closed narrow window at the top of the basement.
Willow closed her eyes and called him to her with her mind. Another talent she had developed which Red Breath had obviously awakened.
The meter man had no idea why his cock was so suddenly hard, or why the throbbing pain was leading him toward the back door of the house, but his body was giving him no choice but to follow. He also had no choice but to break the back door window, letting himself into the kitchen. Just like he had no choice but to head down into the basement, following the scent of soaking wet pussy like it was a pie cooling on a windowsill.
He opened the basement and saw Willow lying with her back on the floor, her legs spread wide enough to give the meter man a clear view of her engorged pussy lips, glistening from an almost constant wetness.
Willow whispered, “Do you want me to fuck you so hard you fall asleep and never wake up?”
The meter man agreed, though he must have thought she was kidding, or at least exaggerating. But she wasn’t.
Willow bounced up and down on his throbbing cock as he was swallowed by pleasure. She dug into his memories, seeing everything from the time he was sixteen and finger banged his fourteen year old next door neighbor Lisa, to the night before when he came on his wife’s waiting face.
Willow took it all. Drank him down, and felt his lifeforce flow into her. It was a rush greater than any drug. There was a remote part of her that felt guilty for killing the man, but the power and euphoria drowned that part of her out.
; Feeling stronger than she’d ever felt before, she left him dead, but smiling. She went upstairs through the open basement door, took a long, scalding shower, then tracked down the good doctor who had called in sick to work.
It didn’t take Willow long to track him down. She could see flickers of his thoughts like breadcrumbs trailing toward his cock, and once she was a mile from St. Regis, his scent grew strong enough to smell.
Willow didn’t have to check in downstairs to find him. She simply followed her nose and the twitch of her twat. The man in the elevator conveniently forgot she was there after she swallowed his load and left him alive. She didn’t even have to knock on the door since Richard opened it the second he smelled her on the other side.
She entered the room to an orgy, and the sudden, wide-eyed fear of the doctor — a terror he could do nothing about. He belonged to her, cock and mind, and she used it, just like she used every girl in the room to satisfy the day’s worth of lust that had built up inside her.
For three hours she had herself licked and fingered and fucked by everything in the room that had a face. Her asshole was sucked on, just like her tits and pussy. Her ears were whispered into, and she made Richard spend his last long minutes on Earth as her slave, servicing her on repeat.
Three of the girls were dead before the other three realized what was happening. They only lasted a few seconds longer, their eyes widening just in time to fall silent forever.
Willow kept Richard around for another hour, sucking him off once, just for the fuck of it, before making him use his Red Breath thickened rod to fuck her silly and splatter her with his white, hot spew over and over again. It was only when the frenzy and delirium subsided that Willow finally realized what she had done, what she had become, and what that could possibly mean. Humans were wired with two primary modes of response: fight or flight. Red Breath turned fight into fucking, but flight stayed the same.
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