“You can go now,” Ward told Mariella, and she hopped out of her chair with another “Yes, sir!” and bounced to the door. As she left, he watched her shapely ass, framed in the two-hundred-dollar Armani jeans he’d paid for out of his agency’s budget. He felt a powerful urge to grab the spoiled rich girl, throw her across his desk, and rip off that tight denim...
He didn’t know where the thought had come from. It wasn’t attraction, it was a need to dominate. He wanted to knock her down, put her beneath him. He couldn’t stop thinking about it, until it became like a painful throbbing in the right side of his head. He closed his eyes, but all he could see was the same scene...but in his imagination, it wasn’t Mariella he was fucking on his desk, but the gray-eyed blond temptress in the black S.S. uniform, Alise.
He was wearing the same kind of black uniform, though highly decorated with medals. He was taking her in his preferred way, from behind while she leaned across his desk. Sometimes he would slap her until she was sore, or bang her head against his metal desktop, once leaving her with a bloody lip. She kept coming back for more, determined to have a supernormal child for the Reich. Kranzler himself liked the idea, and looked forward to each of their trysts, dazzled by her beauty, her willingness, and her tolerance for pain. He knew it was only because her paranormal touch enhanced the experience for him, but he enjoyed it.
Today, he didn’t have much time to spare, so he was trying to finish fast.
“Dr. Wichtmann wants to breed your cousin with the Italian girl who sees the future,” he was telling her.
“Niklaus?” Alise looked back at him, clearly offended. “You want to breed my cousin with a Sicilian peasant?”
“A supernormal.” He wiped sweat from his face and kept sliding in and out of her.
“It would be a corruption of our noble German blood! He should be crossed with someone...” She gritted her teeth as he mounted her harder and faster. She was just barely tolerating it. “Vilja and Roza are clearly more Aryan. You could cross him with those two.”
“Those two are not showing useful abilities in our tests,” he told her. “Mia has a gift. The Party leaderships wants results, supernormal babies. I agree we should cross Niklaus with her.”
“Save Niklaus for someone worthy of my family,” Alise said. “Breed the American boy with the dirty Sicilian.”
He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back toward him, and she shrieked. “Are you giving me orders?” he asked.
“I’m being insubordinate, sir. I should be punished.”
“You should.” He covered her mouth and nose with one hand, without warning, making her struggle for air while he came inside her. He didn’t release her until he was finished. She lay on his desk, looking up at him.
He loved her, and he hated her for it. He could imagine keeping her prisoner in his own house, making her suffer every kind of pain imaginable. He couldn’t get enough of the sweetly evil girl.
“Sebastian and Mia,” he said. “I can get Dr. Wichtmann to agree to that.”
“Good.” She watched him pull his pants on. She dressed herself, now wearing the drab regulation cotton underwear he’d insisted she wear. She smoothed down her skirt, and they walked out the door to go back to work.
Chapter Thirty-One
Jenny sat in her clear cell and watched the steel door to the outer lab open. Two guards in clear biohazard masks and black body armor entered, followed by two people in hazardous material suits with white crosses inside red circles to show they were medical. These two wheeled a large equipment cart between them. Another pair of guards followed. The four guards had their yellow and black TASER guns drawn, and they all watched Jenny.
One of the medical people in the hazmat suits approached the airlock doors into Jenny’s cell and spoke into the console by the outer door. She was a female, middle-aged.
“Jennifer?” the woman asked.
“That’s me.”
“I’m Dr. Andrea Parker. I’m an OBG, and I’m here strictly to check on your baby.”
Jenny didn’t say anything. She wasn’t sure how to take this situation, but obviously she couldn’t trust anyone here.
“We would like to come into your cell and do an ultrasound,” the doctor said. “Is that all right with you?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“I don’t know why you would turn down prenatal care.”
“Because I’m a prisoner here? Because the general is a psychopath? Believe me, I know him from way back,” Jenny said.
The doctor looked around the cell where Jenny now lived. “Look, I don’t fully know the situation, and I understand you don’t want to be here. I also know a bit about your...unusual circumstances. For the sake of your baby, I strongly urge you to let me help you.”