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  “We brought you here to give you the medi­cine you keep ask­ing for,” Mandy chimed in and for once Berkley didn’t rep­rim­and her for talk­ing out of turn. She looked at me. “The kind that makes you ex­tra horny for your Daddy.”

  “You have such medi­cine?” Salt asked and I could feel his ex­cite­ment. Fi­nally, we were get­ting to the heart of the mat­ter—we were go­ing to find the source of the Please that was com­ing out of this place!

  I tried to feel ex­cited too, but all I could feel was weird. The tingling in my nipples and pussy was in­tensi­fy­ing un­til it was al­most pain­ful. It was dis­tract­ing and made it hard to keep my mind, which was already hazy at best, on the case.

  “We do have such medi­cine,” Berkley said mock­ingly. “And you’re go­ing to get the full be­ne­fit of it to­night.”

  “I don’t know.” Salt soun­ded guarded. “What is it ex­actly? And what does it do?”

  “Maybe you’ve heard of it—it’s called ‘Please Daddy’ or just ‘Please’ for short,” Mandy said, smil­ing.

  There it was—she had said the ma­gic word! I wished I could be more ex­cited but I was be­gin­ning to be really un­com­fort­able and it was hard to con­cen­trate.

  “I have heard of this, yes,” Salt said, frown­ing. “But I have also heard it can have ser­i­ous side ef­fects. Will make a girl feel like she is des­per­ate need of…”

  “In des­per­ate need of be­ing fucked, yes in­deed, it will. It will make her beg you to shove your cock in her sweet little cunt and pump un­til you fill her with your cum.”

  The ob­scene lan­guage com­ing out of Berkley’s mouth made me jerk my head up and look at him. What was go­ing on? Was this the same man who had got­ten so up­set about me say­ing “hell” when we first came to the In­sti­tute? Why the sud­den about-face on his stance on “filthy lan­guage?”

  “I do not wish to make my little mishka feel so des­per­ate and un­happy as that,” Salt was ob­ject­ing. “But maybe you could give me half dose for her?”

  “Too late.” Mandy gave an­other one of her an­noy­ing giggles. “She’s already had a double dose.”

  “What? What are you talk­ing about?” Salt de­man­ded. At the same time I said, “What double dose?”

  “A double dose of Please. What do you think was in the punch?” Mandy grinned at me. “What’s wrong, De­tect­ive Sug­ar­baker? Aren’t you happy? You’ve been try­ing to get your hands on some Please since the minute you got here and now you’ve had enough for two Baby­girls.”

  “What did you call my mishka?” Salt’s voice was low and dan­ger­ous.

  “Oh please, De­tect­ive Saltanov—enough pre­tense,” Berkley said. “We know who you are—we have from the minute you first ar­rived. Don’t feel bad though—it wasn’t your ac­tions that tipped us off. I have a little friend in the po­lice de­part­ment.”

  “So you…let us play along for all this time?” I asked through grit­ted teeth. God, I was on fire here! And my mind kept want­ing to go back to Little-space where I was ab­so­lutely use­less.

  “Yes, it was most amus­ing to see the two of you try­ing so hard to pre­tend you wanted to be here as a Daddy and Baby­girl.” He cocked his head at me. “Al­though to be hon­est, I won­der if pre­tense might have turned to real­ity. At least in your case, De­tect­ive Sug­ar­baker.”

  “You bas­tard,” I snarled at him. “You made me…the things you made me do…”

  “And the things we made your part­ner do to you, too—right?” Mandy smirked at us. “Now that’s got to be awk­ward—let­ting someone who’s ba­sic­ally just a coworker shave your pussy and shove a plug up your ass. Tell me, De­tect­ive,” she said, turn­ing to Salt. “How did you like do­ing all that to your part­ner? Was it fun? Did it turn you on to spank her un­til her little bot­tom was all rosy red?”

  Salt glowered at her.

  “I will not listen to this. Everything you have forced mishka—Andi—and I to do to­gether while we are here has been for one pur­pose only—stop­ping the dan­ger­ous drugs you are re­leas­ing onto the streets.”

  “I’m afraid you’re not go­ing to get your wish, my dear De­tect­ive,” Berkley drawled. “Far from stop­ping the flow of Please, you two are ac­tu­ally go­ing to help us dis­trib­ute it.”

  “What?” I ex­claimed and at the same time Salt growled, “Fuck you.”

  “It’s your little mishka you’re go­ing to be fuck­ing, De­tect­ive,” Mandy sneered. “She’s the one who had a double dose of Please so she’s the one who’s go­ing to need to be fucked. Oh, and fucked hard too.” Her eyes widened. “But I’m sure that won’t be a prob­lem. I’ve been watch­ing the two of you on the mon­it­ors in the view­ing room—I’ve seen how hot you are for each other. Really, we’re do­ing you a fa­vor, giv­ing you a reason to screw.”

  “I’m afraid Mandy is right,” Berkley said, smil­ing nas­tily. “Your part­ner is go­ing to need you in a new and spe­cial way very shortly, De­tect­ive Saltanov. I just hope you’re up to ser­vi­cing her the way she’s go­ing to need to be ser­viced.”

  “You bas­tard…” Salt took a step to­wards the other man, his hands flex­ing into fists. “How dare you give my mishka such a dan­ger­ous drug? How dare you risk her life?”

  “Oh, she’ll be fine—as long as she gets the in­tense sen­sa­tions her body is crav­ing,” Mandy said, grin­ning. “You see, Please en­gages the pleas­ure cen­ters of the brain and at the same time, it over­loads the auto­nomic nervous sys­tem cre­at­ing a crav­ing for sen­sa­tion so strong, the heart can stop if it isn’t ful­filled. The brain will lit­er­ally stop send­ing mes­sages to the heart to beat if the crav­ing isn’t sat­is­fied.”

  Salt and I stared at her and she laughed.

  “What? You thought I was just a dumb blonde? I don’t think so—I hold a PhD in Bio­med­ical Sci­ence. How do you think I met Dr. Berkley? I was his lab as­sist­ant.”

  “That’s enough show­ing off, Mandy,” Berkley said but he didn’t really sound angry. “The point is, De­tect­ive Saltanov, you’re go­ing to have to fuck your part­ner, De­tect­ive Sug­ar­baker there very hard in just a mo­ment if you want to keep her alive.”

  “I will never do this—it would be rape,” Salt pro­tested an­grily.

  “Not when you’re high on Please, it’s not,” Mandy said snarkily. “Then all you want is to get your pussy pumped by a big, hard cock. By your Daddy’s cock—isn’t that right, ‘mishka’?”

  I wanted to rap out a comeback but when I opened my mouth, only a moan came out. My whole body was in des­per­ate need now—my nipples were so sens­it­ive I wanted to rip down my dress. My pussy felt swollen and empty at the same time.

  You need to be filled, whispered a dark little voice in my brain. You need to be fucked or you’re go­ing to die.

  “Andi? Mishka?” Salt was look­ing at me, his pale blue eyes filled with anxi­ety. “Are you all right?”

  “I…I…” I wanted to say I was fine but the words wouldn’t come out. All I could see when I looked at my part­ner was the man I wanted more than any­thing else in the world. All I could think about was hav­ing his thick cock bur­ied to the hilt in­side me, filling me, fuck­ing me, com­ing in me…

  “Mishka?” he said again.

  “Salt,” I whispered brokenly. “Papa…I need…need you so much. I’m sorry but I can’t help it.”

  “Ah-ha—I do be­lieve that’s the Please kick­ing in.” Berkley soun­ded in­suf­fer­ably smug. “Such a pity we can’t stay and watch but we thought you might like some pri­vacy.”

  He star­ted to go for the door but Salt was sud­denly block­ing his path.

  “No,” he growled men­acingly in the other man’s face. “No, you will fix this—fix Andi right now! There must be an­ti­dote to help her re­cover. Give it to us now.”

  “Alas, De­tect­ive, I fear the only an­ti­dote is in�