The director smiled.
In his gaze was a magfield, within which, a un-mindful citizen fought uselessly against it's pull.
The young citizen had been one of a group that had breached his park near the Boston area. It was a typical story, drunken party fun had led to stupid bets, and before you knew it, a half dozen idiots were across the borders of his lands.
The feeds of their capture by some of his mounted security patrols was already selling quite well. The young man who had soiled himself when he was confronted by his sector Security leader London, on her stallion, was priceless.
He refocused on the woman before him. She had been stripped, and ferrous cuffs had been fabbed around her wrists and ankles, then she'd been tossed in the magfield. She now hung in it suspended, a floating 'X' unable to pull her limbs in, and helpless.
He was feeling nostalgic today, so he'd directed staff to get something from his private glades, where he nurtured rare species of plants and creatures.
In the fetched jar were a trio of Cocegas Verme. This branch of the species was identifiable by the bright orange stripes that alternated with black ones along the length of it's segmented centipede like body. The Cocegas were a pheromone driven pest. They loved to sup upon the sweat of humans that was rich in the subtle chemicals of pheromones, and would seek out the best sources of their desired meals. In addition they were well designed to agitate the prey to produce more.
Peering in the jar the director noted the feathery feelers that the Cocegas used to 'smell' the air for a target, and those feelers were always in motion sweeping, searching. The creatures mouth sported a unique suction like ability, it would latch on and create a small vacuum, then hundreds of tiny philla around the inside of it's mouth would come to life, and sweep the pheromones laden sweat into the insect’s gullet. He imagined that the action was quite tickly. Each leg, and there were no shortage of those on each, was covered in a down of bristly fur. The Cocegas would rub these across it's prey as it fed, to increase the level of distress, and produce more sweat, or other pheromone laden moisture. He also knew, though one could not see it, that there was a chemical on the creatures skin that heightened the nervous system response of the prey as it was absorbed by contact. It was quite potent.
All in all, an elegantly designed creature. From what he knew, they had been first bioengineered by a woman in the mid 21st century as a way to torment her unfaithful lover, and later adapted by some governments as tools to torture with. He'd secured many varieties of the species, and enjoyed using them on occasion. The ones that loved the sex based chemicals were quite evil.
He walked down to the woman who who looked up at him with a frightened look, tears in her eyes.
"I didn't do anything!" she cried.
He was silent.
"It was Jontha's fault!"
He looked at her with a flat look, and remained silent. She was sweating in the warmth of the room, her short black hair already plastered to her face, sweat glistened on her fit form.
"We were just having some fun!" she begged.
"And now it's My turn." he quietly said, and tipped the bottle so the three insects fell upon the nude woman's torso.
The hundreds of local nanocams sparked with flashes of light as the feed began, and they went live.
As he walked away, she was already starting to laugh.
