Chapter 110

Claire herded her three prisoners into the bathroom. “Not a peep.”

She waved in three maintenance guys from Four Corners. They tacked a clear plastic cover over the wall-to-wall carpets. Added painters drop-cloths over that.

More theater.

She handed each of them a hundred, “Thanks, boys.”

She brought the former whores out, and didn’t say a word. They stared at the protective coverings, their imaginations running wild.

Claire set a leather doctor’s bag on a table just out of reach of her three prisoners. She turned her back on them and opened the satchel, rummaging around. The three women heard metal instruments clanking against metal instruments, and imagined the worse.

Millie Ransome came in on cue and handed her boss three evil-looking medical tools. “These two have to be plugged in.”

“Of course. Any chance this one might be fatal?”

“No ma’am. The cunts weigh 118, 120, 123. They’ll wish they were dead, God, will they wish it, but you should be fine.”

“And the aphrodisiac?”

“Right here.”

“Designed for women?”

“Yes ma’am, it’s my own formula. One pill can put a mare in heat.” Nonsense of course. But the pills would drive any woman to a frenzy.

“What’s in it?”

“A mixture of ginseng, maca, and fenugreek. Ten minutes tops.”

“Dose ‘em.”

“Yes ma’am!”

Holly, Tammy, and Cora were docile now, broken. None of them even hesitated — they washed down the half-inch tablets in an instant. The effect was part medical, part mental. Each of them believed every word they heard.

Claire and her vet pulled up chairs to watch.

After a few minutes, they were flushed, nipples erect, crossing and uncrossing their thighs. It hit Tammy first. She whispered, “Oh fuck,” and reached down to her pussy.

Minutes later the three were tangled up, frenetic, moaning, and humping. Claire nodded in approval and left. She had seen enough. Ransome held up a strap-on and said, “I’ll stick around if you don’t mind.”