Trevor had the amulet hidden under his loose shirt. It was small and not noticeable without looking closely. That didn't help him; everyone looked for one anyway. It was too dangerous not to, too dangerous to leave something like that unknown. He smiled at a gorgeous woman sitting at the bar, but she took one look at his chest, right at the amulet, and turned away, looking spooked.

"Bruh, tho't those didn't work for you," said Patrick, banging Trevor on the back.

"They didn't used to, bruh," said Trevor. "Watch." He scanned the room, Finding a target, a beautiful brunette with a group of friends at the other side of the bar, he pointed and said, "Her."

"Nah, bruh, don't, she's..."

"Too late." Trevor concentrated, staring at the girl. He felt the power well up, heating his chest, as he reached out with his mind. Head to the guy staring at me from across the bar.

They both watched as she excused herself from her friends and walked towards them. Trevor was still focused, but Patrick was shocked, jaw dropped, staring at his friend.

"Shit, bruh, it fuckin' worked! You better watch out, if the po po find out..."

"They won't if you shut it," Trevor said, eyes still directly on the girl. It was only a moment more and she was standing in front of them, looking a little confused.

"Wait, why...?" She looked closely at Trevor's chest. "Oh, shit. Do you know..."

I want to remain quiet, Trevor thought at her, again feeling the heat on his chest. She stopped speaking abruptly. I want to follow the guy staring at me to his car and get in.

"Holy fucking shit, bruh!" Patrick half laughed, half shouted. 

"I said, shut it!" Trevor responded. He ducked out the back entrance to the bar, the girl and Patrick following behind. His Maserati was parked in the small parking lot in back with a few other regular's cars. He walked up and opened the door, the car unlocking automatically for him. He motioned the girl into the passenger seat and got in himself.

"Fuck, bruh, keep safe," Patrick said, shaking his head. "You in some deep shit now."

"I'm good, bruh," Trevor said, shutting his door. He looked directly at the girl, who had turned to the door and was frantically trying to open it. I'm going to sit quietly until I'm told otherwise.

She sat still. She was trembling, trying to fight the compulsions invading her mind, but it was useless.

"Okay, bitch, here's the sitch. I got you for whatever's left of half an hour till it wears off. All this control shit gave me a massive hard on, and you're fire, so get those clothes off." I will strip off all my clothes right now.

She had only a mini dress, bra, panties and heels on. It took a minute for it all to be piled on the passenger side floor. Then she sat quietly again. 

"Fuck yeah," he said. He pulled his own pants and underwear down. "Now a little prep work." I'm horny for this man. I think he's fire. I want to fuck him. He waited a second for her expression to change from fear and hatred to lust and desire. I will fuck him hard.

She slipped over the center console and sat in his lap, sliding his hard length into her slick folds. Her knees didn't let him sink in all the way, so she flipped around, her back now facing him. Using her arms, she rode him as hard as she could.

"I'll do for you, too," he said, starting to pant. He slid one hand around and down to her hard clit, stroking none too gently. She bucked but let no noise out, unable to voice her rising heat as the rough treatment worked well enough to pleasure her. She knew she'd be sore afterwards, but that didn't stop her building passion. 

Suddenly, he lost control and started squirting deep in her. Come harder than you ever have before. She felt it very quickly crash through her, her mind immediately caught up in the command it had to follow. She clenched and twisted and tossed around, unable to contain her bliss but still unable to voice it. 

"Yeah, bitch, fuck yeah," he said. "That was fucking intense! Woo! Yeah!" He opened his door. "Now get the fuck out." He pushed her, both mentally and physically, out of the car, dumping her on the pavement. He reached over and grabbed her dress, tossing it and the heels at her. "I get the rest." He smiled down at her. I won't tell anyone what happened. I will remember wanting to do this. I will always want him to do it to me again.

She sobbed quietly as he drove off. 

The house was full and loud, as it always was on a Friday night. As Jess walked in, though, with makeup streaked from crying and her hair flying everywhere, everyone looked at her. 

"Where is she?" she asked. Someone pointed down the hall.

As she walked that direction, another person shouted, "Hey, what the fuck?" She flipped him off as she walked past.

Down the hall stood two big, burly guys with AR-15s slung around their shoulders. She didn't bother looking at them as she stalked past into the office. 

"Holy shit, sis," said the woman sitting behind the desk. "WTF? You ripped up!"

"Some fucknut just raped me!" Jess said. "I think using your drug, Stace!"

"He... what?" the woman said, looking surprised.

"He said he had whatever was left of half an hour with me. He had an amulet," she said. 

"Amulet? How'd he get one? How'd'ya know he got the drug?"

"Half hour, what? And he didn't know it wasn't fuckin' permanent." Jess looked at her sister. "Now fix it!" 

"Fix...? I'm so sorry Jess." her sister said quietly. "I'm so sorry." She got up and came around the desk to hug her sister.

Jess didn't hug back. "He had a Maserati. Should be on the security footage," Jess said. "Now I'm going to fucking shower." She shoved Stacy away. "No, just fucking no." She went out of the office, heading to her bedroom and her own bath.

Stacy watched Jess go silently. She then shot off a text, waited a few, got a response. Waited a few more, got another text with a picture attached. "Bitch, you in some shit," she said, looking at a grainy picture of the owner of a certain Maserati. She scrolled through her contact list, found who she was looking for and shot off another text. The response came quickly. She sat back down, rubbing the bridge of her nose. 

Bringing up her tablet, she started researching. It didn't take long to pin down Maserati man, and find his name to be Trevor. 

There was a knock at the door. "Come in!" she shouted.

A thin man came in, not too tall. He bowed. "Boss?"

"Yes, Barton." She slid her tablet over to him. "Trevor. Scare him." He flipped through pictures of the guy and his car. 

She got up and pulled a dart gun from a cabinet. "Use this. And say exactly what's there to him, and show him her picture. Rough him up."

"Non-lethal?" he asked.

"Yeah. Just scare him." She looked the man dead in the eye. "His family is too connected to make killing him safe. And take his amulet and stash."

He thought about asking about the family, but thought better of it. "Time frame?"

"Immediately."

"Okay."

She copied the files to the secure server. He pulled them from there to his phone and walked out.

"Fuck." Stacy shook her head before cradling it in her hands, elbows on the desk.

Barton crouched as he quietly walked up to the house. It was smaller than he initially expected, but the neighborhood was overpriced. He spotted a few cameras around, but wasn't sure about other security. His outfit of a dark grey motorcycle suit and helmet would keep him from being recognized on video. No cars were in the driveway and, looking through the window, he couldn't see any in the garage. He found a hiding spot in some bushes and waited.

An hour passed before someone pulled into the driveway. It was 2am, so probably someone from the bars. He immediately recognized the Maserati. The car finished coming up, and from a quick look there wasn't anyone in the car besides this Trevor. He couldn't be absolutely sure with the tinting.

Once the driver's side door was opened, Barton took aim. It was simple to fire at the guy as he climbed out of the car. The dart struck the guy in the back of the neck. 

"Ow! Fuck!" Trevor ripped the dart out. "What the...?" He stared at the dart as the drug flowed through his system. He pulled out his phone but it slipped from his fingers as he dropped to his knees. 

Barton waited for someone else to climb out of the car, but nobody did. He stepped out of his hiding place and up to the guy. He pulled his own phone out and unlocked it, showing a picture of Jess. Trevor had gone face down onto the grass of the front lawn. Barton pulled his head up by the hair and thrust the phone in Trevor's face.

"You fucked with the wrong bitch," Barton said. "You gonna pay." He pulled Trevor up, intending to start a beat down. Then he noticed Trevor was struggling to breathe.

Trevor was trying to panic through the chemical lethargy coursing through his veins. He could feel his face swelling and his throat tightening up. He tried to move but whatever he had been injected with had robbed him of that ability. He managed to recognize the face on the phone as the girl he'd raped earlier, adding to his panic.

Barton thought quickly, figuring that an ambulance could make it. Running through scenarios, he thought about the fact that he wasn't here to kill, only to scare, and the guy would be pretty fucking scared after this. Plus, Stacy wouldn't... appreciate... an unplanned death. He grabbed Trevor's phone and used the guy's thumb to unlock it. His gloves were designed to allow touch screens to work, so it was a simple matter to call out to 911 and not leave prints. He growled into the phone, "Guy's in anaphylactic shock. Help him." He dropped the phone, grabbed the dart from Trevor's neck and ran.

"So why am I here?" Detective Dana Iglesias asked as she stooped to get under the tape. "Anaphylactic shock, right?"

"Yeah, but he was face down on his lawn when the paramedics found him, and he was fine when he left the club," the officer replied. "And the 911 call was suspicious."

"Suspicious? How?"

"The guy who made it didn't stick around."

"Okay." She came up to the scene. The Maserati's door was still open. Looking around, she saw the imprints in the grass, noting the faint footprints coming up to the larger crushed section from the body, and then heading off towards the street. The phone was still laying where it had fallen. "Fucking Trevor Simeone." She shook her head. "Any other prints?"

"None that we've found so far."

"And this 911 call?" the detective asked. "Anything on it?"

"Just a growl asking for help, then the sound of the phone being dropped."

Dana sighed. She poked around the scene, checking for obvious signs that might point towards, well, anything or anyone. She checked her watch. It'd been an hour of fruitless searching. She sighed. "I'll need to see the body. Let me know once CSI is done here." She rubbed her face with both hands. "Who the fuck would pull this on a Simeone in this town?" She sighed. "They'll be looking for retribution."

When she got to the morgue, the coroner was waiting for her with his findings. "I found a puncture wound in the neck, right here," he said, pointing at the little dot with a little dried blood. "We're waiting on the toxicology report."

"Okay. As soon as you have it, let me know." Dana walked around the body, checking for any other clues that might pop up. There wasn't anything else suspicious. She ran her fingers through her brown hair, staring at the body. "There's nothing on this case, just a shit ton of pressure." She sighed as she looked back up at him. "Fuck."

Barton walked into the house, wondering if he should just take off out of town. He passed the guards at the hallway and walked to Stacy's room. 

She quickly jumped on him. "I heard what happened. The police are already involved."

"It was an allergic reaction," he said defensively. She just looked at him. "Sorry."

"What am I supposed to do now?" she asked, looking straight at him.

He sighed. "I didn't leave anything. It'll never come back to you."

"They'll want someone's head."

"It won't be yours."

"That's right." She stared into his eyes.

"It won't." He broke contact.

"It better not." She gestured for him to leave. He turned and left.

Her sister came in after and shut the door. "It's done?" She looked like a clean, wet, angry dog.

"Yes." Stacy cocked her head. "I liked Barton, too."

"Maybe..." Jess left it hanging.

"The Simeones will find someone." Stacy looked at her sister. "They'll see you, they'll trace it to me. Barton is the sacrifice. We'll hope they leave it there."

"They might want more." Jess shook her head. "This could get bad."

"Yeah, but Trevor crossed a line."

"Yeah." Jess stood there for a second before turning to head out of the room.

"You should get checked out." 

"Fuck that." Jess left.

"Dammit." Stacy rubbed the bridge of her nose. "Trevor, you stupid kid."

Dana looked at the toxicology report from Trevor. The drug found in Trevor's system mimicked an allergic reaction and had a short half-life in the body. They were lucky the guy had called or they wouldn't have found it.

Retracing Trevor's steps had been pretty simple. He was a spoiled kid with no fear of anyone because of his family name. Dana found out about the trip to the club and was looking at the security footage. She had it stopped on the face of the woman tossed out of the car. "You stupid, stupid kid, The Bulldog's sister." she said to herself. This was going to blow up, and it was going to be all the police could do to prevent a war.

The detective rubbed her eyes and picked up her phone. There was no way Stacy Fuller would answer, but she was going to try anyway. It rang through to voice mail. "Hi, this is Detective Iglesias, and I'm looking for Stacy Fuller. Please have her call me as soon as she can at 858.555.3432." She hung up. "Fuck." She'd just have to drop in. Dana got up and headed to get backup before she went over to the Fullers.

The detective pulled up with her sensitive, Jyoti Ramasubramaniam, in the passenger seat. Another car with two beat cops, Officer McKenzie Williams and D'Vonte Jackson, pulled up behind her. They all got out and grouped together before heading up to the door. A burly guy was there, and smiled at them as the walked up.

"What can we do for you, officers?"

"Detective Iglesias." Dana flashed her badge. "I'm looking for Stacy Fuller."

"We've been expecting you." He gestured them by. "She's in her office."

"Thank you," said Dana, a little surprised. She wondered why she would be let in, but she had backup and a sensitive with an amulet, so she should be safe-ish. Even the Bulldog wouldn't make a move on this many cops.

The group entered and looked around the large entryway. A random person came up and said, "Right this way, officers." They lead the police down the hallway, past the guards standing there. The two men smirked at the group. Dana shook her head. This felt wrong. They should leave. She looked back at the door, but kept moving down the hallway.

She had a sensitive with an amulet, right? And two more cops besides. There was little chance even the Bulldog had an amulet, much less someone who could use it. She still needed to figure out how Trevor had gotten one. And he had been a sensitive all along?

They found only one door open, and inside was the Bulldog sitting behind a desk. "Welcome, officers." She stood up and smiled. "What can I do for you?"

"You know why we're here." Dana looked at her. "We'd rather not drag you down to the station."

"I have no idea why you're here."

"We saw what he did to your sister, Jess." Dana stared into Stacy's eyes. "You know exactly what happened." I should be silent now. Dana looked around, then at her sensitive. The woman was standing stock still, eyes darting around the room. Dana glanced behind her at her backup. They were frozen and staring as well. She looked back at Stacy, who was grinning. Dana reached for her gun. I will not reach for my gun. Her hand stopped just before getting to the handle.

"You should put these on," Stacy held out four drug patches. "Just a little something to make you more pliant."

Dana mouthed, "How?" as she fought the compulsion to be silent. I will take the patch and put it on my neck. She found her hand reaching out, despite her struggles. Her three companions were as well. Dana looked again at her sensitive, and saw the strain written on her face. There was probably a war going on at a mental level, and somehow the government trained operative was losing.

Where had the Bulldog gotten an amulet? Probably two, since they were winning. Or more? No, not possible.

But then, so was everything happening right now.

While she'd been thinking to herself, her hand had taken the patch and was now sticking it to her neck, just like the other three officers. I will stay still.

"Good, officers." Stacy smiled a little larger. "Now we wait a minute."

Dana could feel the effects starting. She got a head rush, and then she started to feel good. Then really good. And even better. A nice fog hit her mind. I will stop worrying about anything. She stopped worrying. I trust Stacy. Of course. I will follow Stacy's suggestions because I trust her. She would. 

"It should be well underway at this point." Stacy headed out of the room. "Follow me." All four did, even the sensitive, who's brow was sweating but her face was smiling. Dana knew she was smiling too. It was so good.

They headed back out of the hallway and up the stairs. They walked down an upper hall with doors lining the walls. Stacy lead each officer to a different one, with Dana going into the last. Inside each, Dana could see a few women, a bed, and what looked like multiple cellphones on tripods around the room. The one she went into was no different. 

"We're going to have a little fun to make sure we don't have any trouble from you and your friends, Detective." Stacy turned to face Dana. "Sit on the bed." Dana did, legs over the side. Stacy signalled to the two women that were already in the room to join the detective. As they hopped on the bed, Stacy started recording on the phone. "Have fun!" she said as she walked out.

I will let them strip me. Dana sat passively while the two sensuously slipped off her jacket and unbuttoned her blouse. She watched as they took the blouse and then her bra off. She let them rock her onto her back to get her boots, socks, pants and panties off. 

I will get my badge out. Dana reached down and into her jacket to grab the wallet with her badge. I am horny. I will pose with it however they want me to. She let herself be sat down in the middle. They spread her legs and placed the open badge between. After a few photos, they had her pick it up and display it while they took some more, zooming in for some shots, her slickness obvious. They posed her again, with more photos, and continued with further poses and pictures.

They finished up with the shots and smiled at Dana. I want to make love to them. I will make love to them. They checked the camera to make sure it was recording. Then Dana let one start licking up her calf while another kissed her deeply. She felt the flutters in her gut that always signaled she was ready to go. The woman kissing her moved down her neck to a breast and started gently nibbling and licking. Dana felt the other woman making her way with her tongue up the detective's thigh towards her needy, slick heat. As the woman reached her crotch, Dana gasped and lay back on the bed. The woman at her breasts slid around to sit on Dana's face while the other licked gently around Dana's nether lips. The detective began her own explorations of the woman on top of her, moaning her pleasure as she felt herself climbing quickly towards a gut-wrenching orgasm. 

Suddenly the two women backed off, leaving the detective alone on the bed. "Beg." said one of them.

Beg.

"Please, please, make love to me!" said Dana.

"Will you do anything for us?" she replied.

I will do anything for them.

"Yes! Yes!" said Dana.

"Anything for the Bulldog?"

I will do anything for the Bulldog.

"Yes, I'll do anything!" Dana said. Beg. "Please, just fuck me! Make me come! Make me your screaming little bitch!"

"Who are you?"

"Dana!" I will say Detective Dana Iglesias. "Detective Dana Iglesias!"

"On your hands and knees." Dana complied. One of the women reached into a chest and pulled out a strap-on. While she put it on, the other positioned herself with Dana's face between her legs. As Dana began licking and sucking, she felt the hard plastic press against her and push in. She moaned into the lips she was tasting. The tension in her gut built as she worked away on the woman in front of her. She felt thighs clenching around her head and was getting light headed from the lack of oxygen when she felt her own crest coming. The tension built with the fire in her, burning it's way up her chest and into her mind as she screamed her release into the woman she was pleasuring. Her vision blacked out on the edges before the thighs relented and Dana sucked in breath after breath as the aftershocks wracked her body. It was the best orgasm she'd ever had. She felt the intruder pull out as she floated in ecstasy.

Lying there, she heard someone come in. "Detective," said Stacy. "I see you enjoyed yourself." Dana looked over at the Bulldog. "I think your investigation will bear fruit soon." Stacy smiled. "And remember what we have here." She stepped forward and brushed her hand on Dana's cheek. Leaning in to whisper, she said, "You'll be back for more."

This felt too good not to come back for more. I'll be back to do this again.

Stacy pulled back. "Even if you can resist, somehow," she said ominously, and tapped one of the cellphones. "But you won't, will you?"

"It's not permanent," said Dana, still gasping a little.

"Oh, you'll find this to be very helpful that way," Stacy reached over and tapped the patch on Dana's neck. Dana flinched from the contact. "It's new, somewhat experimental. We'll see how well it works, won't we?" Stacy chuckled as she left the room. The other women followed, leaving Dana on her own.