Blood Harvest (29 page)

She was supine on what she eventually comprehended was a hospital gurney, not a cot. Her wrists were shackled to the framework of the bed placing her in a crucifixion position. The rest of her body was free to move. Her eyes continued to adjust to the darkness and memories of a ride in a large vehicle with the bodies of her people stacked around her like discarded clothing played in a mental haze. She remembered lapsing into and out of consciousness as if continuously sedated. When she felt she was regaining clarity during the ride, she would suddenly become groggy and nod off for another period of time.

Her mouth and throat were parched and held a foul taste, further confirmation of having been drugged. With concentrated effort she shook off even more of the effects of whatever had been introduced into her system. The increased clarity allowed the realization she was naked on the bed. Lei hadn’t initially been aware of her nakedness; the room was adequately warm and she hadn’t experienced any kind of chill. She knew captors stripped their captives to give them a heightened sense of vulnerability, but in her case, her body and the intense allure her appearance could evoke had always been her armor. Through her training, as well as the fruits of skilled cosmetic surgeons, she felt at her most powerful in as little clothing as possible or even better, nude.

In the next moment she sensed she wasn’t alone in the room, feeling eyes on her as she had so many times in the past. No amount of adjusting to the dark of the room revealed another person.

“So who’s there?” Lei said in her most seductive tone.

No answer.

Okay, time to play the game she had never lost since she had completed her training.

“C’mon, come closer…You know you want to take a better look.” She shook her breasts gently from side to side. “It’s so dark in here, you can’t possibly see me as well as you would like.”

A slight creak sounded behind her, as if someone shifted their position in a chair. It came from directly behind her which, given her bound state, was the one area she couldn’t see.

“Are you watching me?” Lei asked as she arched her body so more of her could be seen from the position of the sound.

“I like to be watched. What’s your name?”

Lei heard a slight chuckle come from the area where she suspected the voyeur to be. She couldn’t do anything with him from that position and needed to draw whoever it was in close, engage them to draw nearer. She would easily enthrall them and encourage her new conquest to free her, even protect her as she made her escape.

“This isn’t usually how I go about finding a partner to watch me, but…” She began to breathe with a bit more effort, as if she was getting aroused by the thought of someone watching her.

“You know sometimes if I squeeze my thighs together just right…” She bent her knees while keeping her feet planted on the mattress, slowly arching her back and lifting her torso up into a pelvic thrust as she pulsed her hips and thighs together. Her body shuddered slightly as her muscles tightened; she began grinding her pelvis in slow circular motions, occasionally jolting her body as if one particular spot sent an electric impulse through her.

Lei let out a small gasp and a quick intake of breath as she repeated the performance, gradually increasing the speed of her gyrations and this most erotic dance. As her breath came out in labored need, the effort caused a slight sheen of perspiration to form on her cappuccino colored skin.

Moaning as softly as a whisper she continued her dance. Lei’s heart skipped for a fleeting moment when she heard sounds of someone rising out of the chair. She spread her feet further apart and planted them firmly on the sides of the mattress. She raised her legs and completely exposed herself to the opposite side of the room from where the voyeur was sitting.

“God, I love being watched…Do you like what you see?” She breathed heavily, “I think you do.” Her voice was perfected and she sounded lost in the moment. In truth, she was actually starting to lose herself in the moment, just a little bit. Her best performances always came when she could ‘feel’ the role she was manipulating.

“Please…” She huffed, “Please, I am so close. I need to be touched…I need to feel someone touching me all over.”

No sound.

“Please,” she begged as her movements became more desperate and her breath more erratic. “I know you want to touch me. You’ve been watching me all this time going out of your mind with the need to touch me. Do it! Please! I want you to! I need you to!”

Lei never heard the man approach. Suddenly two large, leather-gloved hands reached over from behind her head and caressed her lower waist and abdomen. The surprise of the contact sent shivers through Lei although she hid the surprise with a barely audible cry of pleasure.

The powerful hands flowed over her flat stomach, down the sides of her hips then back up and over the large curves of her breasts where they stopped and pinched firmly on her erect nipples.

Lei almost laughed out loud when the hands stopped on her breasts. Men were so predictable. The only reason she didn’t laugh was her breath caught in her throat; the pressure registered an exquisite sensation, sending a tremor through her.

She was getting into it now, almost regretting that once her goading put the voyeur into her thrall the fun would have to end. It was so easy now. Any doubt in her ability left her mind years ago with the culmination of all of Alpha and his clan’s teachings. She could seduce and enmesh anyone, at any time, mostly because she knew how not to play fair.

“Can you reach me down here?” Her voice was in gasps and heavy swallows as she raised her hips even higher to further display herself to the assumed man.

Placing the palm of his left hand on her right cheek the man gently, yet firmly, pressed and turned Lei’s head to the left while walking around to her right.

“Hmmm,” She thought. “This might be a slight complication.”

The act was a surprise but a maximum turn-on for Lei who’d always liked a bit of the “top and bottom” play in her personal time. The man’s left hand firmly, but non-aggressively held her head away from him while his right hand continued its exploration of her body, slowly caressing her breasts and working its way down…

Down…down…down…

Then the leather-gloved fingers parted through her very small, well-groomed patch of pubic hair. For her part Lei began to push up into the right hand while moaning slightly louder than previously.

Lei felt the tip of his little finger graze against that most sensitive part of her and the whole experience became
very
real. Recognizing that she was getting too far lost in the moment, she gently tried to turn her head back for a look at the man who, for the time being, thought he was in control of her. Her efforts were resisted with a minimal increase in pressure on her cheek, countering her attempt to turn her head.

The hand rotated and all four fingers moved down and covered her sex, pressing gently while rotating softly over the whole area.

“Damn,” Lei couldn’t help but think “this guy has got a clue.”

She could feel her moisture making the leather slick, increasing her pleasure with each slight circulation.

Effortlessly, a finger slipped deep inside her. She gasped loudly as her body reacted with exquisite submission to the penetration. Lei gyrated and undulated her hips around the finger, squeezing the finger all the while with muscles well-trained for this optimum pleasure giving purpose.

“Take off the gloves,” she cooed between breaths. “Don’t you want to feel me? Feel me on the inside?”

The hand had gone slack as she worked her body around it, opening and closing her thighs in a type of primitive intimacy.

“Feel my warmth and wetness? Feel my body grip onto yours?” she moaned.

The left hand eased the pressure on her cheek and the right hand slipped from inside her.

She turned her head slowly to face the man, but just as her eyes found his he threw his leg over her body, placing himself into a mounted position. The movement pinned her with each of his legs on either side of her hips and his feet interlocking around her inner thighs. His left hand held her face under her chin and when Dr. Whelan brought up his right hand it held a small but wicked looking knife. He moved it within centimeters of her right eye.

“You think I don’t know you bitch?” The doctor said with unrestrained lusty anger. “Oh, I do want to penetrate you. Oh yes, I do. But not with just any part of me. Oh no no.”

Fear overwhelmed her as she recognized, not the man, but the type of man now straddling her body. She acknowledged she’d made a horrible mistake. This type of man took his pleasure in a very different way. This type of man was to be avoided at all costs. His pleasure was not merely the inflicting of pain; it was in the kill, the rush from stealing life and the power derived from the act. The type so many sexual predators emulated.

The doctor seemed lost in some brutal lust until instantly the entire scene turned from a seduction with Lei in control to a kind of sadistic torture in the hands of a knife-wielding madman.

“No one I have ever met can sharpen a blade to the extent I can. See?”

The doctor ran the flat of the blade across her cheek. It didn’t cut the tender flesh of her face but Lei could tell from the way the razor itched to grip her skin the blade was indeed exceptionally sharp.

Dr. Whelan traced a path down Lei’s face, across her throat and over one breast, stopping briefly at her nipple. Lei panicked knowing the mere flick of a wrist could effortlessly and cleanly amputate it. Instead the blade continued down her chest to her belly; she felt the coolness of the blade travel to the inside of her navel and stop.

“I have found the best place to work the knife while prolonging life is within the abdomen. As long as you don’t perforate the intestines the bleeding is minimal and death can take days upon days. Unfortunately, I don’t have that kind of time with you, but I do have a few hours to kill.”

The doctor chuckled at his little joke then grew serious.

“Shall we begin?”

The knife was indeed sharp; Lei felt the cold steel as its tip sank unimpeded into the flesh of her stomach.

Chapter 38

It took longer than an hour, but when Chris rejoined the group he had everything they needed pertaining to Pharmanetics: printouts of blueprints for the building submitted to the city, security systems filed with the police and fire departments in cases of emergency, even the specs for the phone, electricity, plumbing and sewer systems. All were laid out neatly on a large conference table in the executive offices where the crew had been waiting.

“My God,” Steve exclaimed viewing the sheer mass of detailed information before him. “You couldn’t have come into all of this information via the normal channels.”

“I didn’t,” Chris said nonchalantly. “In fact I’m sure I violated an enormous amount of privacy and communications laws in the process of acquiring it.”

Steve looked at Chris, unsure if his friend had been kidding him. The idea of deliberately breaking the law to do…well…anything, didn’t initially sit well with Steve. He was still a cop after all. Then again, here he was about to storm into a major corporate building with potentially lethal force without going through the proper channels making the entire event a highly irregular and illegal action.

“You know what?” Steve said.

“What?”

“I just don’t want to know. Spare me the details from now on.”

Chris considered it a moment, then said “I think that would be best.”

Alpha was scanning the plans as Chris and Steve talked, shaking his head in apparent disbelief.

“This information is incredible! How could you have achieved this when all of my resources could not?”

Steve spoke up before Chris could reply in an attempt to spare himself the dissertation Chris would provide on the subject.

“Chris has always been a relatively well accomplished hacker.”

“Relatively well accomplished?” Chris said as if greatly offended. “I’m one of the best! If it weren’t for my desire to be a legitimate member of the common good I would be living in the Bahamas draining corporate slush funds and living like Hugh Hefner.”

Chris shook his head, “Three girlfriends…at his age, unbelievable!”

Stunned, Alpha looked at Chris, “And I thought you were an idiot.”

Chris looked slightly chastened, “Well, its okay. I thought you were an albino.”

Alpha cocked his head, confused, “But…I am an albino.”

Nodding Chris replied, “Well, there you go,” and immediately turned his attention away from Alpha and began reading through the security installations from the blueprints he had acquired.

Alpha looked to Steve for enlightenment but Steve only shrugged his shoulders and went back to work at the table.

They worked diligently to find out as much as they could about the massive skyscraper. A plan began to come into focus.

“Okay,” Steve started, “it appears the first and second floors are information desks and offices which are open to the public. The third through ninth floors are research and processing labs while the tenth through thirteenth floors have been opened up into one large production warehouse.”