Scientist.

One of the mafia men walked into the room followed by and older gentlemen.

“Good afternoon Max” he greeted. “My name is Professor Ivan Bellic.”

Max looked at the old man but said nothing. He had a small bag with him. “You are a fascinating young women my dear, I’ve been going just giddy with the results of your tests”...

Max was mad at the fact that he was using her as some test subject.

The professor put his bag on the table and fumbled threw it as he continued talking, “The sensors we have in the room give us readings of your performance in real time and I must say it is remarkable, simply remarkable. Your hormones are in overdrive and as you have intercourse your bio-chemistry produces the genetic code we require, the problem is your body feeds off it so as to fuel the sexual appetite of your heat cycle”...

“Look” Max interrupted, do you really think I’m supposed to understand anything you just said?”

“Of course not” came the reply, “I just want you to know how incredibly complex your genetic make-up is, you my dear boarder on perfection. All my life I’ve dreamed of having a goddess to work with and”...

“Hey Einstein!” Max yelled, “I’m not your fantasy lab rat, so if your little experiment worked, tell your boss to release my friend and let us go.”

“Well we’re not through yet, are we?” He pulled a large syringe out of his bag with a clear liquid inside, “with the rapid cell production rate of your body it’s not easy to extract your DNA, not like we did with your companion, the fact that you are able to generate new cells at an increased metabolic rate explains why you don’t fall pregnant after insemination, at least not by ordinary men.

“You’re not sticking that shit in me!” Max exclaimed looking at the large needle. “Dear lord no, this isn’t for you.”

With that he stuck the needle into the goon beside him’s neck, “Aaaaarrgh, fuck doc!” He yelled out.

“We realised that if we kept New Sensations in liquid form we could have our volunteers extract small amounts of your genetic code into their own bodies, then we can extract it from them.”

The thug was on his knees holding his neck, Max could already see the bulge in his trouser grow rapidly, his gun lay on the floor near Max’s feet. But Max was fixated with his growing erection, her heat clouding her judgment again as she felt the need to have the huge cock inside her...

... Max knew that this professor Bellic must be Anotelli’s head scientist, that if she were to use him as a bargaining chip she could at least free Brin, but if Max couldn’t get hold of her own thoughts she’d be out of options...