Manhunting 8- No Turning Back

Tori and Rebecca walked back to Tori’s car and she started to drive. She looked at Rebecca who had a charming glow about her as she stared out the window.

“You’re exactly what we need.” Tori told her.

“Why is that? What is that?”

“Why is because you need no motivation, no cover story, and really no new skills. That makes it easy. What we need though is a little hard to explain.”

“Well, do we have enough time?”

“Yea, but here’s the thing, you know a little too much already. If I tell you the whole story, you’re sort of in too deep.”

“Like you’ll kill me if I stop talking to you?” Rebecca got slightly nervous.

“No one would believe you anyway, but obviously some people could be very sensitive if you start running your mouth.”

“Just tell me, you know I don’t have anyone to tell.” Rebecca was too curious to let the conversation go.

“Fine, so we are part of a very expensive science experiment. It’s been going on for a very long time, longer than you and I have been alive.”

“Experiment to drug men?”

“No, to make big, strong, obedient slaves. Started out as a way to make super soldiers. Then it got shut down and picked up by a foreign government. But they didn’t want to get caught, so they subcontracted it to organized crime.”

“The Mob?”

“Scarier than that, and in Asia. We don’t get involved with any of this, just telling you the background.”

“I get it, I’ll shut up.”

“So, it occurred to these people they could make money with this. Make super soldiers, bodyguards, and then the real money came making super athletes. Plus, male escorts, models and whatever else you can think of where a man with a perfect physique is desired. So they started making the stuff and doping up every athlete they could find, whether they wanted it or not.”

“How did they do that?”

“These people are not in free countries. But anyway, the guys got bigger and stronger and their bodies more suited to roles needing super strength. But people caught on and since testosterone generation was their main development, they left too much of an obvious trail. But then they had the big breakthrough, the thing that isn’t a hormone but makes all the hormone receptors for let’s say testosterone feel they are overloaded and they stimulate without needing the testosterone in the body.”

“So that makes them big, but not every guy just wants to be a giant.”

“No, they don’t. And it takes time to overload all of the cells and it takes a lot of maintenance to keep up with the body regenerating itself. So, at first, the men were all just muscled freaks. And they aged quickly too apparently and their hearts didn’t really develop to handle the bigger body so they died a lot. Which they blamed on steroid abuse usually, but it was us.” Tori turned down a side street to a very nice area of the city.

“What does it do now?”

“That’s the next breakthrough, they made it designer. Multiple hormone receptors were isolated and targeted. They were able to tailor make the man to the task, mostly.”

“Mostly?”

“Yes, over time they would eventually all start to get over muscled, so let’s say a cyclist or a soccer player might have a much shorter career before he started to get too large. And they couldn’t stop the penis and testicles from growing.” Tori chuckled.

“So that’s why they are like that.”

“Yes, but so they get this drug in their body, it alters them physically over a very brief period of time. More depending how it gets in them and how much.”

“What do you mean how it gets in them? Don’t they just get a shot in their sacks?”

“That’s a big secret actually. We only do that when they’re unconscious. That’s the only way to get them as big as our friend Dan or that idiot Luke.”

“So you don’t do that to every guy?”

“No, as soon as we can get one in a spot where he’s out, through whatever means, we try to start that on them. Usually we give it to them orally or with an injection. A lot of these guys have played with steroids so needles don’t bother them. But they can drink it too and my favorite is transdermal.”

“You put it on their skin?”

“Yea, I love doing it that way, especially when they don’t know it’s happening.”

“Doesn’t it effect you too then?” Rebecca was disturbed.

“Yes, it does, but our bodies are wired to protect and be efficient. Men are only to kill their enemies and impregnate strong mates. They are not built to survive. So they will destroy themselves to be the fittest to reproduce.”

“That’s why you said evolution before.”

“Exactly. We get the benefits of some of the aggression and sex drive but our bodies just don’t want what the chemical gives. So we can put some in our lip gloss if we like and poison a man with just a kiss. Like the sound of that?” Tori turned to her with a big smile.

“I do, a lot.” Rebecca snarled.

“So their bodies always feel ready for sex but they never get the testosterone they need to satisfy themselves because they just aren’t making a surplus of it. The initial dose, however it comes, gives them a huge sudden spike of it and they are ready to go and go hard.”

“So they can never have sex without this stuff?”

“Eventually no, but as they develop it just gets to the point even after they have sex or masturbate, they still feel like they need more. That’s where we come in. Well, part of where we come in.” Tori motioned with her thumb toward Rebecca and her.

“And we can use that to control them?”

“Condition, we make it so only two things satisfy them or force them over the hump so their body gives them enough extra and feel empty. One is obviously having one of us stimulate him by whatever way we choose. That’s why they do everything we say, at least eventually they do. Or assuming they are some sort of athlete, it’s by excelling in their sport by pushing themselves to the maximum. Or in the gym if they’re not an athlete, or maybe being in some other demanding situation we have programmed their brain to give a primitive sexual response to.”

“I get it I think. But how do we program their brain?”

“You won’t have to do much of that, but think of a power lifter. He’s trained to give everything he’s got to one gigantic exertion. If we give him a release right after that moment, in his mind as a reward, his body will associate that with time to go into action. Add that to an unnaturally strong body and we have made a whole need breed of powerlifters or whatever.”

“But there’s always going to be a diminishing return for him right?”

“Over time, depending on what we do with them. Not your concern right now. When we abuse them, and control them, and ultimately grant them the pleasure their tiny brains desperately need, they will eventually need us to. But to get to that point, we need to always catch them right at the moment of most sexual strain and be there and assist as they go. Very quickly they reach a point where they can only go when stimulated by us, like you saw when you punched Dan. You could’ve stabbed him in the heart and his body would have put every little scrap of his life force into draining him, even after everything else is gone.”

“So at first we get them hooked on this stuff, or something like that. Then we play with them after they take it so they think it’s us and not the drugs…”

“And eventually it is us, mentally they think it’s us and since only we give them the stuff, it’s effectively true in his sad little world.”

“How do they act otherwise? Normal?”

“Men are pack animals, they naturally form teams and defer to the alpha. They get playful like puppies and hyper competitive, you can see it in them before any competition they pound their fists on each other and bang their helmets together. Perfectly stupid and narrow, just like nature intended.” She parked in a parking garage under a large building.

“Yea, I get that. Why was Dan so afraid?”

“We have a script and part of it is to convince them that trauma to their balls can be fatal. And it’s true for guys like Dan, just not for the reasons he thinks.”

“Why will it kill him?”

“Overdose, crush too much of those little pellets I told you about and his body will climax so hard it is almost certainly fatal. And it happens from time to time, both on purpose and by accident. They don’t know why and that’s why he’s afraid. And that’s the key to all of this.”

“But you have killed them like that.” Rebecca was lost in her imagination.

“Right, or we just manually overdose them, put their hand on their crank and let nature take its course. Looks like another idiot ‘roid head died jerking off.”

“Or what else?”

“Violent means. When it’s time to go it’s time to go. Here’s the thing, big and strong and even smart doesn’t fight nature. Once we associate them that we are the key to what they want, every bit of aggression we show them weakens them. Eventually even the most capable become unable to stop us.” Tori stepped out of the car and Rebecca followed her.

“But sometimes we trick them?” Rebecca asked.

“Oh of course, like the guy earlier. Another agent will check on him in a month or so and get him on board. Other guys we sprinkle the shit in their energy drink powder or mix it in his shampoo. We like to be creative.” Tori shrugged.

“Who pays for this?” Rebecca asked as they got on the elevator.

“There’s so much money here that nobody cares. These guys are mostly a waste of effort. Document everything and I’ll show you where to send it and you’ll be set.”

“Set?”

“If you stick with us and want to be active, you’ll need your day job as a cover but money will be the last thing you ever worry about.”

The elevator opened to a boutique gym which occupied an entire floor of the building.