“He’s likely in New York, but he hasn’t popped back up on our radar yet,” Venus continued in the same casual tone as she examined another man to feed her daughter while she was in prison.
“Could you even act like you fucking care about them?” Dani grabbed the binder and chucked it across the room. The metal rings warped enough that pages spilled out onto the carpet.
“I do care,” Venus’s voice grew hard, and Dani took a step back. “What you fail to realize is that I have patience, dwarf. Patience born of seeing more sunrises and sunsets than breaths you’ve taken in your short life.”
It felt like the room closed in a round her as Dani continued to retreat from the succubus.
“You do not know Cameron and Lilith as well as you think. No humans will make them suffer; a year, ten, or a century, they will be fine. Return to your forge,” she commanded, and Dani felt her feet automatically heading for the door. “You have work to do. I don’t pay you to sit around and bitch.”
Dani’s feet didn’t stop until the solid, steel door of her forge slammed closed behind her, and the warmth of the fire fought back the chill of the compulsion.
***
Venus rubbed her eyes as Danielle left. “Children,” she pinched her nose in irritation. She thought about resuming her search, but her time was valuable. She texted the code of the man she wanted to HR and they’d take it from there.
“Why grandma, what big teeth you have,” Lark appeared out of thin air; or, possibly, he’d been standing in the corner of the room the whole time. The old Fae had a talent for avoiding attention if he didn’t want to be seen. Even by Venus.
“I’m not in the mood, Lark,” she sighed and placed her hand on her belly.
Lark caught the movement, and his eyes narrowed. “Ahh, so that’s what this was all about.”
She could practically hear all the gears click into place in the satyr’s mind. “Naturally,” she stated like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Is that wise?” there wasn’t fear in the Fae’s tone, but it was something close.
“I’ll handle it,” Venus replied with finality, and Lark bowed his head in acknowledgement.
“And the boy?” he asked.
“You like him,” it was an observation, but it made them both smile.
“It’s so rare that something truly interesting happens,” Lark shrugged.
“Don’t worry,” she gave him a placated smile. “We will make sure Cameron comes back to us. He might have served his purpose, but he is still valuable.”
“He loves Lilith,” Lark remarked, only for Venus to laugh in his face.
“Neither of them knows what love is,” she grinned, an expression that made Lark both anxious and extremely horny. “It takes time to cultivate,” she slid out of her chair with a sensual grace. “Like a fine wine,” she ran her hand down Lark’s chest and his glamour dropped.
Her fingernails caressed naked flesh and fur before reaching his hard cock. “Let’s just give them some time apart to figure things out,” she started to stroke back and forth while nibbling on his ear.
“As you wish,” he groaned, and their lips met.
After that, neither of them cared about anything, or anyone, outside that room for a good, long while.
Chapter 19
I got bitch slapped. That’s the best way to describe the chemically-induced yowzah that snapped me out of the blackness. I was intimately familiar with smelling salts, but their sting was always tempered by the face of a pretty imp with a killer right hook. This time, when I opened my eyes, I was face-to-face with an ugly mug that didn’t give me flashbacks of fucking in a school gym.
“Good, he’s awake,” the UN agent, whose name I struggled to remember, announced to a room full of people. All of those people were in medical scrubs and white, doctor coats.
“This isn’t good,” my mind was still getting itself together, but it was never a good thing to be awakened by an army of doctors.
I turned my head to examine my surroundings, and my neck gave a loud pop of complaint. “Ow,” I groaned, as the dull, painful sensation spread through my entire body.
It felt like I’d spent hours in an uncomfortable position; like when you fall asleep in the car like a contortionist. All my muscles were locked up, and I could use some WD40 on my joints. My neck continued to complain as I swiveled it to look at my surroundings.
“Shit. This really isn’t good.”
Red flag number one, if you don’t count the doctors salivating over me like I was a T-Bone, was that I was tied to a table . . . naked. My dick was hanging out for everyone to see, and it was a little chilly, so it wasn’t my finest hour. The table was a giant, stainless steel X, with my legs space shoulder-width apart, and my arms stretched over my head. It made me think that someone had modernized a medieval torture device, and I was the test dummy. I was secured by metal restraints built into the chair, and I could feel the cold iron worked into them. That really limited my options.
I started to panic, “Shit . . . shit . . . shit,” I hyperventilated. Everything I’d been trying to avoid was coming true. All my worst nightmares were playing out right in front of my face. “Who the fuck are you smiling at you cocky son-of-a-bitch?”
“Vernon, you shot me, fuckin’ asshole,” I put a name to the face, but my insult was muddled by the worst case of cottonmouth.
“That’s Special Agent Dud to you,” a beautiful, statuesque woman, who looked mildly familiar, stepped out from behind me. I jumped in surprise, which completely undermined the tough-guy impression I was trying to build. She’d been standing there the whole time and I hadn’t even noticed.
“Wake the fuck up, Cam!” I gave myself a few mental slaps. I was balls deep in the lion’s den, and I wasn’t doing myself any favors.
“It’s fine, Becky,” Vernon replied as he crouched down to look me in the eye. “We’re going to peel you apart and discover your secrets, Dupree. I tried to do this the nice way before. I brought you donuts, sat down with you, and tried to have a conversation man-to-man. Now, people are dead, families have been ripped apart, and officers of the law were gunned down by kids who think this is a fucking joke.” His face was inches from mine, and I could smell what he ate for dinner.
“Why does your breath smell like pussy?” I asked, trying, and failing, not to grin.
One of the nearby doctors tried to cover her laugh as a cough, and epically failed. Vernon shot her a glare, and turned back to stare directly into my soul.
“We’ll see who’s laughing soon,” he grinned, and I gulped as he turned to the docs. “Get what you need.”
With that, the experiments began. Doctors descended on me like bloodthirsty hyaenas on a wounded wildebeest.
“Needles,” I shivered as I was stabbed again and again. I’d nearly been run through with a fucking broadsword, but I was still scared of needles. Weird.
IVs and tubes went to and from me like I was the interstate system around LA. I just hoped some clumsy nurse didn’t trip on the miles of cables and cause me to bleed out. A fat man with a Q-tip on steroids appeared above my head and yanked my mouth open. He roughly swabbed the inside of my cheek, capped the specimen tube, and then stuck the next one all the way up my nose so it tickled my brain. He yanked it out and I jerked in a fit of sneezes.
I caught a doc sitting down on a chair next to me and plugging a vial into the contraption sticking out from the crux of my elbow. By the number of empty vials sitting on a cart next to me, I was going to look like a dried-up raisin by the time this was done.
“Deep breaths. Woo sa . . . I’m on a beach, Xamira is feeding me grapes, Dani is fanning me with a palm leave, and Lilith is pulling a Lewinski,” I tried to escape into a fantasy world.
I tried to think of anything other than what was happening to me. I still didn’t have a clue where I was. Everything was orderly, smelled sterile, and had the look of anal-retentive bureaucracy. I doubted my new family was here; which meant I w
as flying solo.
“I hope they’re okay,” I spared their well-being a little thought. Whatever was going on with them, it couldn’t be worse than the lesson in invasive anatomy 101 they were giving me
Eventually, the vials were filled, my blood pressure was taken, my reflexes checked; but the Kevorkian wannabees didn’t stop there.
“What in the ever-loving fuck is that?” I caught sight of the biggest needle I’d ever seen.
Vernon worked some contraption, and the X-table turned me so I was on my side, perpendicular with the floor. To add insult to injury, my restraints tightened as gravity exerted itself, and I gagged on the throat restraint.
Vernon appeared back in my vision with a smile. “We need to take a sample of spinal fluid, so try not to move. If you do, we could do permanent damage to your spinal cord.”
“What?” I replied weakly before someone stabbed me in the spine with a needle big enough to drink a milkshake through.
I’ll admit, I cried a little. It felt like someone was trying to suck out my soul with a plunger, and unlike a quick blood draw, this seemed to last forever. Still, I didn’t move a fucking muscle. If I was ever going to get out of here, I needed to be able to move my legs.
“Done.”
I gave a final sob as I felt the needle slip out of me.
“Turn him over.”
“Now what?” I groaned, as I found myself face down.
“Oh nothing, just a little prostate exam,” Vernon nonchalantly mentioned right before a doctor went inside me.
“Gods, please be the girl doc.” No one had ever been inside me before, but I hoped my first time was with a woman.
It was the strangest sensation to have someone rooting around in there. It was a little painful, but my dick gave a few twinges when they rubbed me just right.
“Do you like Frank’s fist in your ass?” Vernon mocked.
“Nineteen fifty called and it wants its homophobia back,” I retorted, and made the UN agent growl defensively.
“I’m done,” a very male voice announced as the tightness in my ass lessened. “Do you want to . . .?”
“No, get the machine,” Vernon cut him off, and they maneuvered the table so I was upright.
The contraption they wheeled out was unlike any medical device I’d ever seen, and that made me wary. I flinched away from it, and began to struggle as they maneuvered it into position in front of my crotch.
“Hey, guys, come on,” I pleaded, but they didn’t listen.
At least this time a woman was in charge. The device was some sort of adjustable ring configuration, which they settled around my flaccid cock. With a tug, they tightened it to the point of being uncomfortable. Then, the woman took a sterile alcohol wipe and cleaned the tip of my penis.
“If you guys want me to rub one out really quick, I can. It’ll take thirty seconds, tops. Just untie me, please,” I pleaded, but no one did anything.
At least the female doctor gave me the courtesy of an answer. “We need a sterile sample,” she explained. “That’s why we use the machine. Just relax, and it’ll be over soon.”
I gave her a look. The cabal got their sample from Lilith blowing me in a janitor’s closet. I had a hard time believing the UN needed to use the Jerkoff-O-Meter 5000.
With that said, someone flipped a switch, and the machine hummed to life. The ring tightened around my cock and started to move back and forth, coaxing me to life. I groaned at the pleasure and the pain. There wasn’t any lube of any kind, so they might as well have been using steel wool; and for purity reasons, it never made it close to my sensitive tip. It just rapidly jerked my shaft like some high school freshman that didn’t know how to give a hand job.
It also took a hell of a lot longer than it should have. When I finally came into the specimen container the female doc held at the ready, my dick was bright red from chaffage. Combined with the prostate exam, I was sure I wouldn’t be walking right for a few days.
“Why?” I sobbed in defeat as they undid the contraption, and took another alcohol wipe to my dick. “This is some cruel and unusual shit, you guys.”
“Because you’re a criminal, Dupree,” Vernon stated matter-of-factly. “You’re an unregistered, novel supernatural. Everywhere you’ve gone in the last few months, death and destruction has followed. Maybe you’re not a completely self-absorbed asshole, and maybe you are; either way, we’re doing what we have to do to keep people safe.”
“I haven’t done anything!” I cried, full of emotion; least of all from my raw dick. “The only person who’s been in any danger sense this whole shitshow started is me!”
“And have you asked yourself why?” Vernon studied me.
“No,” the word dripped with irony. “I just shrug off people trying to kill me left and right, fuckin’ retard,” I practically spat at him.
“What did you find out?” Vernon actually seemed interested in what I was saying, instead of just fucking with me.
“I found out the Fae are self-righteous assholes. They’ll do what they promise but nothing more, so you’d better have an army of lawyers backing you up when you make a deal with them. I found out that some people will actually put their life on the line for me, and me for them. I found out I’m not as helpless as I thought,” I made the last one sound like a threat on purpose. I wasn’t going to let any more assholes push me around.
“I learned who I can really trust,” my voice fell to a whisper.
Vernon looked at me for several seconds before he grunted and walked away. Becky, who I now remembered was the mountain lion shifter chick who nearly killed me with a fucking machine gun, followed him out. Needless to say, I didn’t really like her. She might be hot, but I’m also pretty sure it was her pussy I smelled on Vernon’s breath. That was one big soft-off in my book.
The doctors followed them out, and turned off the light when they left. I still had tubes sticking out of me, and the beep beep beep of my heartrate echoed through the room.
“Do they expect me to sleep?” I wondered, and almost immediately got an answer.
There was a hiss-slurp of something delicious being pumped into my bloodstream. My eyes grew heavy, my body felt like it was sinking through the metal slab, and I welcomed the darkness like a long-time friend.
***
“Hey, get up!” a hand slammed down on the metal slab. It sounded like an artillery shell going off next to my head. I jumped, rolled, and fell onto the cold floor.
“Come on,” I groaned, as I pushed myself up.
“Wait,” I slowly lifted my arms and looked down at my feet. “I’m free.”
The table’s restraints had retracted, and the only thing keeping me from running was Vernon and Becky. They both looked pissed, and more than willing to fight, so I mentally labeled that Plan B.
“Hands behind your back, sleeping beauty,” Vernon didn’t wait for me to comply, and jerked my arms into place. My shoulders complained, but I didn’t fight it. Anything that pissed off the UN’s attack dog must be good news for me.
I let him push me forward and out of the examination room. There were no windows in the hallway, so I had no idea if it was day, night, or even what day of the week it was. I could have slept for hours, or days, with the cocktail they pumped into me.
The shifters guided me through the facility. Becky marched in front and Vernon behind, so they had me covered from both angles. I kept my eyes on her ass as it sashayed back and forth. She wasn’t doing it on purpose, she just had that type of ass where she couldn’t help it. Vernon growled behind me, and I could tell he knew I was watching; so, I just stared harder. I imagined getting all up in that. I’d never participated in a rim job, but I might be willing to chance the chocolate factory for Sheriff Becky Nice-Ass.
I might have respected Agent Dud once upon a time; at least enough not to eye fuck his girl right in front of him, but that ended when he shot me, and let Frank stick his fingers up my ass.
We went up a few floors and started to
see people. My training with Xamira, Lark, and Peter emphasized keeping an eye on my surroundings, and conducting threat assessments. These people looked like typical office drones, and by the way they hugged the walls as we passed, they weren’t a threat to anyone. Eventually, I saw light streaming through office windows. I’d been picked up in Vegas after dinner, so at least twelve hours had passed. I felt refreshed, which meant it was likely more.
I didn’t know where they were taking me, but eventually, we ended up in front of a large wooden door. A secretary stood sentry, but didn’t look me in the eye.
“I don’t have cooties,” I said loudly. “I’m not some disease you can catch.”
“Shut up,” Vernon pushed me through the door, but closed it without following.
“Now that’s a hell of a view,” I gaped as I looked out over New York City.
“Please, sit down, Mr. Dupree,” I jumped as an old lady stepped away from a bookshelf to my right. I really needed to work on my nerves, and avoid obvious distractions.
I decided to play it respectfully. Vernon was a douche, but I shouldn’t fuck with anyone else I didn’t know; first impression and all that. I took the offered seat, and an offered cup of coffee.
“Thank you, ma’am,” I nodded in gratitude as the warmth of the liquid blossomed in my gut.
“You’re welcome,” she took a seat behind the desk, and I got a good look at her.
This was a tough old biddy; one of those old school, OG grandmother types who did the whole Rosey the Riveter deal when men went off to war. She held herself with easy confidence despite all the wrinkles and age splotches. I was also ninety-nine percent sure there was some sort of weapon pointed right at my junk, so I played it cool.
“My name is Evelyn Winters, I’m the Director of the United Nations Worldwide Registration Response Division,” she smiled, but the introduction felt like a lump of iron falling into my gut.
As far as a good chunk of the world was concerned, this lady was literally the devil. Not like Lark was the historical reference for Lucifer; Ms. Winters was the embodiment of all the evil and suffering that people laid at the WRA’s feet.
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