Perfectly Toxic

by Kristine Mason

  She slid her hand between her thighs and rubbed herself. He’d promised to have sex with her after they’d finished prepping the subjects. He’d made her come with his mouth instead. While that had been fine, she’d wanted a good hard fucking—which was just another reason why the female subject didn’t appeal to her. The woman was missing important parts. Unfortunately, the damned clinic where Rodney worked had called to see if he could come in for a few hours to cover for one of the doctors who’d taken ill. To keep up the ruse of the caring country doc, Rod had agreed—leaving her all by herself.

  Leaving her time to play.

  She left her room, then went up the stairs. When she reached the second floor landing, she debated how to handle the married couple. She could free Liam, and use him to control the woman, but Liam might not appreciate her plans for Harrison. With Liam on her mind, she climbed the steps to the attic. When she opened his door, his sole focus was on the TV. She glanced to the screen, then she let out a chuckle, drawing his attention.

  “That’s not a real snuff film,” she said. “Even I’m not crazy enough to buy that kind of crap off the Internet.” She eyed the erection straining beneath his pants. “How are you feeling?”

  When he grunted, she tore the tape from his mouth. “The voices,” he panted, and looked past her to the TV. “They’re driving me crazy.”

  “I told you what to do. Think of only me. Hear only my voice. Let the drug break you free from them.”

  His face contorted in rage. “Don’t you think I’ve tried? I picture you in here, on top of me, blowing me…damn it,” he shouted. “You know what they’re saying now? They’re telling me I should do what I’m watching. They want me to rape. They want me to rape you.” A tear slipped down his cheek. “I’m not a rapist. I’m better than that. Better than this and you, and Roderick the dick.”

  “Ssh.” She picked up a hand towel from the table and wiped the sweat and tears from his face. Damn, was she good. The voices would take Liam over the edge of no return. He would be cold, heartless. There would be no more tears. Ever. He would take what he wanted with premeditation and without thought for others. While Rod’s formula might fix him, and make it so he could function in society without thoughts of rape or murder, she wondered if there would be permanent damage to Liam’s brain. A-Line had been designed for a normal brain, not a schizophrenic’s. She supposed it didn’t matter. She had no intention of allowing Rod to give Liam his drug. She had the man right where she’d wanted him. Liam relied on her, and she needed to keep it that way. Given the chance, she wanted to send her creation off into the world and see what kind of damage he could do.

  She set the towel aside and gripped his erection through his pants. Hard. “You can’t rape me when all I’ve been thinking about is having sex with you again.”

  He groaned. “Please. I need release. I’ll do anything.” His mouth twisted into a sneer. “Don’t make me beg. If you do, you’d better pray to God I’m never free.”

  She let go of him, then widened the opening of her blouse until the air touched her nipples. “You’re in no position to threaten me.” She traced her areola. “I’m curious…if I brought you another woman, what would you do?”

  “Take her.”

  “Just like that. You don’t care that she could be someone’s mom, sister, wife?”

  “No.”

  “Do the voices agree?”

  “Yes. I’m warning you. Stop teasing me, or I will make you pay.”

  God, she loved screwing with him. She also loved that the voices were no longer acting as his conscience or making him paranoid. “Again with the threats?” She shook her head. “Promises, promises,” she said with a grin, and fixed her shirt. “I’m going to check up on the rest of our guests. While I’m gone I want you to think about something. I want you to give me a reason why I should talk Rod into setting you free, and how you can prove your loyalty to me. If you can tell me all of that, I’ll climb on your big cock and go for a ride. If not, then I’m going to have to allow Rod to handle you the way he wants. And I’d hate for that to happen.” She slapped the tape over his mouth, then left the room.

  Ignoring Eliot’s door, she headed back to the second level. Eliot, according to Rodney, had been the model subject thus far. He’d easily taken to A-Line, had quickly showed psychopathic signs, and had shared horrible thoughts and ideas with Rodney. Because Eliot was young and healthy, his body had been able to handle the high doses he’d been given. Too bad she wasn’t attracted to him. He could have been just as fun as Liam.

  Rodney’s treatment of their subjects had become surprisingly erratic. He’d decided to cram as much A-Line into Eliot without causing the man to overdose—because he could, and because he’d wanted to see what would happen. Yet, he hadn’t done the same to Harry. He’d given Harry more than what he would have ever given their first few subjects—two full doses on day one. As for Melanie, he’d stuck with the one dose only, explaining that he’d wanted to make sure he had treated the female right. After all, the entire point of the experiment was to come up with a way to fix her.

  Adeline wondered if Rodney had a clue that in trying to fix her, he’d been slowly unraveling, revealing his inner psychopath one day at a time. With that happy thought in mind, she opened the door to Harry’s room. The man was attractive, and so different from both Rodney and Liam. Darker in color than Liam, yet lighter than Rod. Fascinating hazel eyes, thick hair she could pull on while she rode him. He wasn’t meaty like Liam, but still thinner than Rod. He certainly didn’t have skinny noodle arms. Yes, she could see why Melanie found him attractive. But for how long?

  “How are you feeling, Harry?”

  He shifted his gaze from the TV and glared at her.

  She walked over to the bed, then ripped the tape from his mouth. “Are you enjoying the A-Line?”

  “Where’s my wife?”

  “Would you like to see her?”

  “Now,” he said with a sneer.

  “Awfully demanding. Tell me how you’re feeling first?”

  “I hate you. I’d like to see you and Roderick die slow, painful deaths.”

  She chuckled. “Excellent. Now you hang tight. I’m going to give you and Melanie a chance to reunite. But you have to make me a promise. You can’t tell Roderick. If you do, I will kill Melanie. Understood?”

  “What will happen to you if I tell?”

  She thought about it for a moment, and honestly didn’t know. Rod had hurt her after she’d helped Liam urinate, and she wasn’t sure how much pain he would inflict if he knew she was having sex with their subjects. “Forget about seeing Melanie. I’ll allow one of our other subjects the conjugal visit.”

  “No,” he shouted. “Don’t. I won’t tell.”

  “I thought you’d see it my way.” She placed the tape over his mouth, then went to the corner of the bedroom. She picked up an old wooden chair that Gramma claimed had been in the family for generations, and set it a few feet from the side of the bed. She didn’t dare move the monitor, or the IV. She didn’t want to worry about too many things being out of place. Rodney was a brilliant man with a keen eye. If he noticed the monitor was off a couple of inches, he’d come after her.

  Satisfied with the placement of the chair, she then went to the dresser drawer and retrieved a set of handcuffs. Before they’d brought home their first test subject, they’d placed the four sets of handcuffs they’d ordered in each room. Unsure how their subjects would react to A-Line, they’d wanted to err on the side of caution. She put the handcuffs in her back pocket, then left the room. “Good evening, Melanie,” she said, as she opened the bedroom door. “I thought we’d take a field trip.” The woman had her bulging eyes downcast, and not on the television. Adeline removed the tape covering Melanie’s mouth, then snapped her fingers. “Hello? Anyone home?”

  Melanie shifted her gaze toward her. “I’m going to kill you.”

  “You really need to come up with a new line,” Adeline said, pulling a pai
r of handcuffs from the nightstand drawer. “Would you like to see your husband?”

  “You’re an evil bitch, so no good could come from it.”

  The woman was perceptive, and too damned defiant. “Fine. Then I’ll give you one of two choices: come with me to Harry’s room, or I’ll bring one of my other subjects to see you. He’s spent the majority of the evening and afternoon watching fake snuff films, but I can assure you there is nothing fake about his erection. I think he’d like having his way with you.”

  The woman’s stoic veneer cracked. Fear dilated her pupils and had the lines on the heart rate monitor quickening. “I’ll go to my husband.”

  “Good choice.” She secured the handcuffs to Melanie’s right wrist, then unfastened the bindings attached to the bed frame. “Roll to your side and cuff your other wrist.” The woman did as she was told, the pillow attached to her head lifting from the mattress. “Good.” She pulled the handcuffs from her back pocket, cuffed Melanie’s ankle, then walked around the monitor and unfastened her other wrist. “Lean forward and finish cuffing your ankles.” When the metal snapped in place, Adeline smiled. “Let’s go for a walk.”

  With no intention of helping her, Adeline waited for the woman to scoot off the bed. Melanie lost her balance and fell to her knees. “Crawl,” she ordered.

  The pillow strapped to her head blocked the view to Melanie’s face as she moved across the floor like an inchworm. When they finally reached Harry’s room, Adeline’s patience snapped.

  “Let’s go,” she ordered, grabbing Melanie by the hair.

  The woman cried out as Adeline dragged her onto the chair. Sobbing, Melanie’s handcuffs tinkled when she wiped the tears from her face.

  Rolling her eyes, and now questioning if the game she was about to play had been worth the effort, Adeline began wrapping duct tape around Melanie’s upper body, securing her to the wooden chair. Although tempted to do the same to her legs, she didn’t want to run the risk of a kick to the face.

  Adeline gave her hair a little fluff with her fingers, then dabbed at the perspiration along her upper lip. “That was a pain in the ass. But I believe the reward will be worth it.” She looked between the two lovebirds, who stared at each other with so much longing it made her want to be so damned bad.

  She climbed onto the bed, catching both Harry’s and Melanie’s attention. “I imagine it’s hard to have sex when you’re homeless. Screwing in a rat infested alley just isn’t hot.” She ran her hand along the front of Harry’s jeans, up his abs and chest, then removed the tape from his mouth. “When was the last time you two had sex?”

  “Don’t touch me,” he said, his voice panicked. “I don’t want this.”

  She kneeled between his stretched legs, and widened the top of her blouse. “Would you prefer I touch your wife on your behalf?” she asked, lightly squeezing her nipples and looking to Melanie. “I’m not into girls, but I’ll make an exception for you.”

  Melanie’s nostrils moved in and out like a plunger, but she made no sound. Instead, she kept her eyes trained on her husband.

  “Please leave her alone,” Harry said. “Do whatever you want to me. Just don’t hurt her.”

  “What a prince.” Adeline unfastened his jeans, then pulled his penis from his underwear. “I love that he’s willing to sacrifice his dick for you,” she said, then took him in her mouth. As she worked the man’s penis with her lips and tongue, she kept her eyes on Melanie. Tears coated her face, mucus ran from her nose. The agony and sympathy in the woman’s eyes fueled her desire to inflict pain. How could this woman love a man who’d kept her homeless? Was she crying because it made her miserable to know another woman could make her man hard? Or was the selfish twat crying because she was concerned for her own safety?

  “Mmm,” Adeline hummed, and rubbed Harry’s erection along her lips. “I can see why you’ve stayed with your husband. I bet he’s great in bed.” She licked the length of him, then grinned at Melanie. “Go ahead and tell me how you’re going to kill me. A little hard to do with tape over your mouth. But you think about the ways, while I give you another reason to plot my demise.”

  She took Harry’s length deep in her throat, then pumped him. “I want to hear you, lover. Tell your wife how good my mouth feels.”

  His face and ears had turned an incredible shade of red. Veins protruded from his temples and neck. “Fuck you,” he growled, breathless.

  “Sorry, Harry. While I’d love to ride you, I’ve got another cock waiting for me. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re satisfied before I leave.” She stroked him. “I better start hearing some appreciation. I’m growing bored with having to threaten you and your wife.”

  Adeline took Harry into her mouth again. The man’s breath quickened, but the stubborn bastard refused to give her the moans she wanted his wife to hear. That was okay. A picture was worth a thousand words.

  After a few minutes, her jaw began to ache. The man needed to come. Blowing him had become tiresome, and she would rather be with Liam. She’d bet he was primed and ready by now. Unless he came in his pants, which would be too bad. Then she’d have to hope Rodney was up for some fun after he came home from the clinic.

  Life was good. Three weeks ago, she’d given birth to a baby she didn’t want, and was living under the scrutiny of an old busybody. Now, the once empty house had nearly all of the bedrooms filled. There was activity. Games to be played. Men to seduce. Subjects to warp. She didn’t want this time at the House of Archer to end. But she did want this blowjob to come to a finish.

  She released his penis, then righted his jeans. “That was anticlimactic. Now I’m really questioning why you’ve stayed married to him,” she said to Melanie as she climbed off the bed. “Party’s over. Time for you to go back to your room.” Adeline covered Harry’s mouth with tape, then unwound the tape surrounding Melanie’s upper body. “Get up.”

  The woman rose, then promptly fell. She curled into the fetal position and sobbed.

  Adeline let out a sigh. What a disappointing mistake this had been. “Move,” she ordered, then kicked the woman in the back.

  Melanie let out a muffled cry, pushed to her hands and knees, then inchwormed back to her room. Once she had the woman secured in her bed, Adeline made a quick check of the room. She placed the one set of cuffs back in the drawer, then, sure everything was as it should be, left the room, closing the door behind her. She went to Harry’s room, put the other handcuffs away, pulled the tape from the chair and placed it in the corner of the room. Before she left to pay Liam another visit, she stopped by Harry’s bed. She smiled when she noticed the man still had an erection.

  “I could have taken care of you, lover.” She squeezed him. “Too late for that now.” After closing the door, she checked the hallway clock. Eight-fifteen. The clinic closed at nine, giving her plenty of time. Especially since it took Rodney an additional fifteen minutes to drive home.

  Adeline made her way to the attic, then into Liam’s room. He shifted his gaze to her. She licked her lips, loving the primal hunger in his eyes, the promise that he planned to make her orgasm. She moved onto the bed, then straddled his legs. She kissed the tape covering his mouth.

  “Would you bite me if I let you kiss me?” she asked as she removed the tape. She leaned back and showed him her nipples. “Or if I let you suck me?”

  Liam drew in a deep breath. Hatred and lust slammed into him.

  “Bite her,” one voice said.

  “Lie. Tell her you won’t, then chew off the bitch’s tongue,” the other encouraged.

  He wanted to hurt her. He wanted to mark her. To let Roderick know that she now belonged to him. She was his whore. If only he could free himself of his bindings. He would beat her into submission. Make her bleed. Make her understand who held the power. Show her that Roderick was no longer necessary in this world.

  “Rape her,” one of the voices whispered.

  “Kill Roderick,” the other voice echoed over the first.

 
He couldn’t, not with his wrists and ankles bound. For now, he was a slave to her and a pincushion to Roderick. That man would pay. The moment he had one wrist free, he would rip out Roderick’s throat. The prick loved to taunt him. To tell him how much he loved fucking Madeline. Earlier, he’d come into the room smelling like sex. As Roderick had shoved another syringe into his arm, he’d given Liam blow-by-blow details of how he’d brought Madeline to orgasm with his mouth and tongue. Jealousy had him wanting to tell the man how his woman liked to come to his room, but he’d remained silent, even when Roderick had removed the tape from Liam’s mouth and had encouraged him to speak. He wouldn’t betray Adeline. Not yet. She was the answer to his freedom. He needed her body to release his lust. Once she was of no use to him, she’d better run.

  She had wanted to break him, and she’d succeeded. He could no longer remember how he’d come to this place. He knew he’d been on a bus, but couldn’t recall where he’d been going or where he’d come from. He was certain he had family, but every time he tried to force the memory of them, the voices became worse, along with the mental images of exacting pain, of blood, of the sweet sound of agonizing cries. It was almost as if his previous life had been erased, and he’d been reborn—the spawn of Madeline and Roderick. He was, after all, their creation.

  Hot air rushed along his penis. Startled he glanced down. Madeline grinned. “Who were you talking to?”

  “Did I speak out loud?” he asked, not sure what had happened.

  “No. You just got a faraway look.”

  “The voices were with me. They told me to bite you. One suggested I chew off your tongue.”