Page 21 of Snow Blind

"Oh God, she's gotten orders to kill me," Bryan said, trying not to show fear, but he was nearly chuckling when he said it. "She's smiling. I'm going to die!"

Helen picked up on his sense of humor. "Or worse, she's decided to keep you and make you her love slave."

"Dear Jesus, not that," Bryan said, coughing and holding his side. "I'm not sure it even works. I mean, the pain would keep me from focusing to make him stand up and want to play. Oh, God, it hurts to laugh."

"Well, she did hold it in her hand, staring at it when she put in that catheter," Helen remarked. “I think she liked it, or it has been a long time since she’s seen one.”

Bryan held his side as he looked at Passion Fruit, and burst into laughter. He looked down at his crotch, squeezing his eyes as if he were giving his penis a silent command to wake up. He looked at her and shook his head no.

“He said his feelings are hurt and he doesn’t want to play,” Bryan said laughing again.

"Funny, both of you can kiss my ass," Passion Fruit commented, not appreciating the humor at her expense. "Cranberry, let's get this done."

She left the room and returned with what looked like a ray gun of death. Helen began to back away. Passion Fruit moved quickly, performing what Helen later deemed a Vulcan neck pinch, immobilizing her as she injected a small tracking device at the base of her neck and top of her spine. Passion Fruit sent a text with her phone, Helen heard a beep, Bryan shouted that her neck was glowing, and then the light went out.

"What in the actual hell, Passion Fruit!" Helen said, rubbing her neck. "I think I peed a little. That hurts!"

"That's nothing; when it heals, I have to brand you," she said, smiling in a way that made Helen shudder. Her focus then turned to Bryan.

Bryan was shaking his head no, trying to get on his feet, the casted foot swinging back and forth across the floor as he tried to get away. "Nope. I don't want any of that. Nope. None for me."

"I can't use the same ones on you," she said, reaching into her pocket to remove a needle long enough to inseminate a horse. "This one is my personal trackers that I use on the animals I rescue. Come here, love slave."

"Not funny," he said, trying to stand but failing. "I'm not a stray puppy for you to put in a tracker. I don't want it."

Passion Fruit moved quickly, inserting the needle between his shoulder blades, under the subcutaneous tissue, pressing in. His eyes watered and he slumped over. Bryan watched Candy the Cane Corso, understanding how she felt.

He lay across the arm of the chair, his butt in the air, the cast dangling from his foot. The position he lay in exposed his genitals, and he was in too much pain to tuck away his junk. Helen threw the blanket across his lower half.

He whimpered, touching the gauze wrapped around his face, "I feel extra violated. You just keep adding insult to injury. Does this mean I now belong to you?"

His eyes met hers.

Passion Fruit didn't blink. "If you'd like," she said softly. "There are worse ways to spend your evenings."

Chapter 7-Contretemps

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