More than anything else, scientific sexual research was something of a joke back in the days when nervous but serious-minded young interviewers for Doctor Alfred Kinsey went from door to door asking blushing housewives when they first lost their virginity and how many orgasms they managed to bring off a week. Of course, this type of investigation did produce harsh criticism even then; the puritanical, the narrow-minded, and the falsely religious all attacked the beleaguered Doctor Kinsey as if he were the devil himself, insisting that sex was nobody's business, particularly after Kinsey produced massive documentary evidence to demonstrate that proper Americans in bed did not always behave themselves in the regulation, conventionally approved manner.
Fundamentally, however, all Kinsey's people did was to interview people in their living rooms, despite the fact that the bedroom was the real focus of interest; they asked pointed questions and wrote down vague answers received in reply. But a decade later, Doctors Johnson and Masters pushed the frontiers of sex research right into the bedroom itself, involving themselves professionally in the dramatic business of observing experimental volunteers during the act of love itself! Most of their original research was carried out in CIA-style secret, since the two investigators had every reason to believe that outraged public opinion would have brought a quick end to their operation in the event that a premature disclosure of their methods were to occur. Certainly their scientific techniques were wildly unorthodox and even bizarre.
Besides observing and filming uninhibited young couples who were willing to strip themselves naked and engage in sexual activity in the presence of a group of white-robed doctors, these two inventive sex researchers devised machines which took over the male function, artificially stimulating female volunteers into multiple orgasms for the benefit of closed-circuit television cameras. In the massively documented published report which was issued after their first year's activity, a rather bewildered public learned of the existence of such exotic devices as the camera/penis, a mechanism which allowed Doctor Masters to photograph the inside of a woman's vagina while she was experiencing an artificially induced but powerful sexual climax.
And what precisely are we to make of all this? Defenders of sex research argue that more scientific knowledge about the exact mechanical aspects of the sex act would be of enormous value in treating various kinds of sexual maladies such as frigidity, impotence and venereal disease.
Many churchmen dispute this claim, insisting that the use of human beings as laboratory guinea pigs violates some essential rules of elemental morality; but in fact, Johnson and Masters have been able to offer some convincing proof that they have successfully cured men and women who have suffered from genuine but hitherto incurable sexual disorders.
While sick humorists insisted that the perfect sexual union would be an artificial phallus mated with an artificial vagina to the total exclusion of all human participation, serious-minded scientists and social workers continued to offer only limited support to the idea of this kind of sexual research and therapy, insisting that great care be exercised to prevent abuses and corruption from creeping into an area which ought to be dominated completely by medical principles and the scientific spirit.
Recently, however, disturbing information from England indicates that what is basically a worthwhile and wholesome field of scientific study is already being transformed into a rather sordid economic enterprise. In an attempt to treat patients with an assortment of perversions and other disagreeable sexual difficulties, privately funded "research" centers have apparently been set up in secluded rural settings where young female psychologists are asked to prostitute themselves in an effort to restore potency to the impotent and normalcy to the abnormal.
This poses several fundamental questions of medical ethics and basic morality. Most western countries (our own being conceded the existence of regular prostitution then any less evil if the prostitute in question has a Master's degree in psychology or a doctorate in medicine? Logically, the answer has to be no, but another more' difficult inquiry presents itself immediately. If prostitution can be involved in a refined form of medicine, has not medicine in some way sunk to a refined form of prostitution?
In the latest in a series of deeply penetrating books on the urgent social questions of our day, Author Peter Jensen probes uncomfortably close to the real roots of this problem. The reader should not be mislead into believing that this novel is anything more or less than what it claims to be; a work of fiction. Jenifer Perkins and Doctor Wissenschaft are imaginary characters, products of our author's mind, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Likewise, the Institute for Reproductive Studies is not intended to parody or identify any existing medical or para-medical institution.
But nevertheless this book is not science fiction. It is a real warning of things to come, and the frightening mechanical AGISM does in fact exist, although naturally its name has been changed for literary purposes. The possibilities raised by this strange and compelling novel are very real indeed, despite the fact that the characters are fictional.
It is no disservice to the author to make clear at the very outset the moral of this engaging and shocking book: Research into the sensitive area of human sexuality is now a feature of life in the Twentieth Century, and there is no turning back from the call of scientific investigation, particularly when the result can mean happiness and full human lives for thousands of sexually afflicted men and women. However, as this novel makes terrifyingly clear, this type of endeavor must be kept in the hands of trained and respectable scholars who can resist the temptation to allow financial and personal sexual considerations to interfere with the overall value of their work. Sex research is a good thing, but any good thing can go wrong. The fine line of morality in this field is very fine indeed, but the line exists and our author is suggesting very cogently that it must be respected if the spiritual character of human sexuality is to survive the creeping materialism which has been the overriding menace of our century.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
Professor Karl Wissenschaft, Ph.D., M.D., Professor ok Psychiatrics at the University of Vienna and presently Director of the Institute for Reproductive Studies was, by and large, a reasonably happy man. True, in his present position he was virtually unknown except among a small but exclusive set of very specialized patients, whereas he had once been a famous lecturer and consultant, but there were compensations involved in being the director of a small and private sex research and treatment center nestled discreetly in the hills of South Dakota. Yes, there were certain compensations, indeed, and Wissenschaft contemplated them smilingly as he sat back in front of the closed-circuit TV control panel from which he administered his entire medical operation. For one thing, his personal bank account was inching its way nicely towards the round, healthy figure of a million dollars; not a bad sum for a former German prisoner of war who had escaped a war crimes trial by the skin of his teeth when the Allied armies had conquered his homeland, rudely interrupting a very interesting series of experiments he had been making on a group of Jewish "volunteers".
Looking back, he had to admit that he had been very fortunate; in the confusion and desperation of those unhappy days after the glorious Fuehrer had been treacherously betrayed, people had needed doctors in the worst way, and when Wissenschaft had produced his credentials as a medical man in the prisoner-of-war camp, the authorities had released him immediately, putting the young physician right to work practicing medicine, and no one had thought to ask too many unpleasant questions about his activities during the really good old days. And unlike some of his less thoughtful colleagues, Wissenschaft had taken care that none of his unfortunate "patients" would survive the conflict to tell any nasty stories about him at the war crimes tribunal; as the American Army had advanced on his hospital in the mountains of Bavaria, each of his "patients" had suddenly taken a turn for the worse and died, which was really a pity as far as Wissenschaft was concerned. He was not personally concerned for their lives, of course, because they were all going to die anyway according to the Fuehrer's explicit instructions, but it had been too bad that he had been forced to terminate their "treatment" before his experiments were finished.
Ah well, he reminisced as he tuned in television screen number one, at least they all had had the satisfaction of knowing that they gave their lives for the benefit of science, even though some of them had shown not the slightest gratitude at the end. Bah! What could you expect from such people?
The television screen over his desk flickered momentarily, and then the image solidified as Wissenschaft pulled a yellow legal pad in front of him and leaned forward to take notes. Yes, there were many solid satisfactions involved in being the world's leading expert on sex, even though very few other researchers were even familiar with his name. Who else could enjoy his business quite so thoroughly? Unlike many of his more famous colleagues who made a great pretense about being coldly impartial and super-scientific about these matters, Wissenschaft really enjoyed sex, despite his advancing years, and he had developed a series of chemical aphrodisiacs designed to keep him enjoying it for many years to come. Naturally, as one grew older, one's tastes changed a little, and the Professor liked watching almost as well as actively participating, even though he was not adverse to a little wild life on one of his better days. And since Wissenschaft's idea of a good time sexually was considered to be a criminal offense in most civilized countries, he was doubly fortunate in having his own private institute where the kinds of games he really enjoyed could be played under discreet circumstances.
After a glance at the TV screen, Wissenschaft smiled and wrote "Patient No. 17" on the top of his pad, each of his clients having a code name to protect his anonymity from the nurses and staff psychiatrists, even though the Professor himself naturally knew who they were. Patient No. 17 was a man of extraordinary wealth and political power who had discovered to his dismay that he was less and less frequently able to attain and hold a firm erection with either his wife or one of his mistresses. In desperation, he had come to Professor Wissenschaft. It was an easy case; the man was only in his mid-fifties and in excellent physical health, and the basic problem was merely the fact that he was saddled with a fat and domineering fifty year old wife who was killing sexual pleasure for him. Wissenschaft had put the millionaire on a mild dose of Aphrodisiac Preparation Type D, and prescribed three weeks of the standard sexual mechanics therapy with one of his most capable and experienced young female case workers, an enthusiastic redhead named Lilly, who had cured much harder cases than this in her time. From the looks of things, Lilly was not going to fail this time either.
The essence of standard sexual mechanics therapy was simplicity itself and nearly always successful, despite the fact that it-was not offered by any other medical institution in the world and consisted merely in housing the suffering patient with an attractive and totally willing (but highly trained) case worker in comfortable circumstances. The two of them were then surrounded with erotic literature, blue films and other selected pornographic audio-visual materials. Treatment was direct and to the point; the case worker encouraged the patient to do precisely what he felt like doing with her, when and how he felt like doing it, (although obviously special provisions had to be made for those particular cases who enjoyed inflicting excessive amounts of pain on the case worker).
After a few weeks, his sexual batteries recharged, the patient emerged into the world once more completely competent to handle himself in any kind of a sexual situation, although for older patients like No. 17, it was normally necessary to return for a refresher treatment every six months or so. The treatment, naturally, was horrendously expensive, but people like No. 17 could afford it and what price is too high for a few added years of love-making added to one's life?
Yes, Lilly is really putting some energy into it this morning, thought Wissenschaft, a little lustfully as he leaned forward to study the exciting scene on the screen before him. The girl was administering a basic oral massage stimulation (or blow-job as it was vulgarly called by the uneducated), and her long, slender, high-breasted body shimmered nakedly in the soft light of the luxurious suite the Institute had provided for No. 17. The man himself was in good shape physically, lean and trim, and by slightly altering the direction of the hidden camera, Wissenschaft could see his buttocks tighten each time he thrust his straining loins violently forward, skewering the short thick shaft of his rigid cock into the beautiful young case worker's cruelly stretched mouth. Refocusing the lens, the professor zeroed in on the heart of the action, the point at which No. 17's pistoning shaft wormed its way past the young woman's tightly-clenched red lips and into the depths of her throat. One had to keep an eye on these case workers, Wissenschaft reminded himself cautiously, because even experienced and loyal ones like Lilly sometimes tended to get careless and sloppy, particularly if the patient was physically unattractive. An even more threatening problem was the danger that one of the case workers would take it into her head to try to create some kind of lasting relationship with a patient, motivated by something as ridiculous as love (and what does love have to do with sex?). Or in the case of a man with No. 17's millions, the temptation could be a love of money (and Wissenschaft knew from practical experience that money has a great deal to do with love!).
But Lilly did not seem to be giving him any difficulties, and the Professor smiled with satisfaction as he watched the girl's cheeks bellowing in and out as she sucked on him, drawing the man's wetly glistening cock farther and farther into her throat as if she wanted to swallow it whole. Her technique was letter-perfect, and the professor nodded with satisfaction as he watched her using her hands expertly to increase the man's stimulation, one gripping the stoutly throbbing base of his penis and the other gently caressing the patient's testicles, her agile fingers stealing tantalizingly up and down No. 17's scrotum as she deliberately whipped him into a frenzy of sexual delight. Two weeks ago, this man had been barely able to achieve an erection, and now he was happily orgasming four or five times a day, which was not at all bad for a man in his mid-fifties!
Satisfied with the progress of this case, Wissenschaft flicked off the first television screen and made a note on his pad to tell Lilly to start switching No. 17 to conventional frontal sex, at least once a day for the remaining week of the millionaire's stay at the institute. When No. 17 got back to his fat old wife, he was not going to be able to stick his penis into her mouth whenever he felt like it, because investigation had shown she was pretty conventional about these things and would only give it to him orally after he had satisfied her in the usual way, so it was about time that they got him re-accustomed to the old-fashioned ways of doing things. After two weeks with Lilly, No. 17 should be so highly charged sexually that he ought to be able to handle just about anything which came his way.
And before dismissing the matter completely from his mind, Wissenschaft made a mental note to have the young auburn-haired assistant drop by his quarters later that evening and administer a little oral massage stimulation to him as well. No point in running a brewery if you don't have a short beer once in awhile, he decided, and switched the camera over to Patient No. 23, which promised to be a much more difficult case indeed.
Number 23 was a reasonably young and unreasonably attractive woman who had recently married a very wealthy man who had himself once been a patient of Wissenschaft's. When patient No. 23's husband had first come to Doctor Wissenschaft, he had been so timid sexually that he had already run through three unsuccessful marriages, but after a long and expensive course of treatment at the institute, the millionaire had become a regular sexual lion who liked to do just about everything which two human bodies could do on a mattress. Making his fourth try at a successful marriage, he had selected Patient No. 23 for her beauty and social connections, discovering only after the wedding that her bedroom behavior was cold and flatly conventional.
Another man would have taken a quick trip to Las Vegas and looked around for wife number five, but the highly-sexed millionaire by now knew that there were better ways of managing sexual maladjustment. Informing her that she must undergo a reeducation course in the art of the bedroom, he shipped the bewildered young woman off to Doctor Wissenschaft with orders to change her bedroom behavior. Wissenschaft had objected to accepting such an unwilling client, since most of his patients were enthusiastic about their "cures", but the millionaire had introduced his check book into the discussion, and Wissenschaft had quickly agreed to have a try at warming up this cold beauty, putting one of his most reliable young technicians in charge of the case.
Brad has a certain brutal vulgarity which is useful for this kind of treatment, Wissenschaft reminded himself sadistically as the television screen cleared and he watched his broad-shouldered young assistant advance on an obviously terrified young woman. The patient was wearing a light summer frock and her long dark hair was swept back in the classical American pony tail, and she shrank back against the bed as the case worker approached her menacingly.
"Your response to our treatment has been unsatisfactory," Wissenschaft heard Brad growl at her fiercely. "We feel that you are being deliberately uncooperative, which is a waste of our time and your husband's hard-earned money!"
"I'm sorry," the young wife quavered unhappily, backing away until Brad had her neatly cornered between the bed and the wall. "It's just that ... this is all so strange...." But Brad was remorseless, following Wissenschaft's instructions to be brutal and cruel to the patient until she cracked under the pressure and played the game the way they wanted it played.
"Strange?" the hard-boiled case worker demanded sternly, as if she had somehow insulted him. "Sweetie, you haven't seen anything yet!" In another abrupt movement, Brad stripped the bathrobe he was wearing suddenly from his body, advancing on the terrified young woman stark naked, his huge fleshy penis already erect and extended. Wissenschaft's male assistants were chosen for their physical powers, since a case worker frequently had to make love to a woman whether he felt like it or not, but with someone as attractive as Patient No. 23, there was no difficulty on this score; no healthy man in the world could survey that ripely voluptuous young body and not feel overpowering lust bubbling up in him like a volcano. The only problem was getting HER to feel like it!
The man was really treating her savagely now, and since this was precisely the kind of brutally erotic spectacle Wissenschaft enjoyed, he settled back and watched, his feet resting comfortably on the desk while Brad bullied Patient No. 23 backwards over onto the bed and began ripping off her clothing as if the expensive garments she was wearing were made of paper.
"This time I'm going to show you something really strange," he snarled at her, tearing the fragile silk panties from her vainly struggling loins with one quick thrust of his muscular arm. Moving with practiced expertise, he pinned the nakedly writhing young woman to the mattress, quickly inserting his hard broad torso between her long thrashing legs so that she could no longer protect the delicate inner surface of her loins by drawing her tapered thighs together. Without giving the tormented young woman so much as a moment to adjust to this cruelly humiliating position, the sextechnician thrust his open mouth hungrily against the girl's full sensuous breasts, bringing an instinctive groan to her lips.
But Brad had no intention whatsoever of stopping there! Crushing her helplessly writhing body into the softness of the mattress, the broad-shouldered young sex technician worked his hotly searing lips down the front of her voluptuous body, and Wissenschaft quickly switched to another camera position in order to be able to follow the depraved details of the action when the man's hot searching mouth made contact with the soft and faintly reddish "vee" of pussy hair nestled up between her widespread legs.
Patient No. 23's lush ripe body jerked upward as Brad's flashing tongue found what it was looking for and invaded the moist hair-lined cuntal slit, tickling the tiny pink bud of her clitoris and forcing another agonized groan from her parted lips. For three days now, Patient No. 23 had been locked in this room under her husband's orders and forced to undergo any bizarre sexual mistreatment Wissenschaft decided to prescribe for her. At first it had been sheer misery, and she had felt nothing but weeping disgust at the humiliations which were being heaped upon her. But the chemical aphrodisiacs included in her diet were having their desired effect and on top of that, Brad knew his trade to perfection.
Down in the room, bit by bit, No. 23 realized that, in spite of her wishes, she was coming closer and closer to real sexual excitement in the air today which told her that she was going to lose in a big way and he was going to win.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she groaned in shame and humiliation as she felt this ruthless man place his palms on the soft interior flesh of her widely spread thighs and begin to use his thumbs to draw apart the soft fleshy flanges of her tormented vagina, exposing the pink skin of her vulnerable young cunt.
Brad studied the situation carefully for a moment, noting with sadistic pleasure that the orgiastic juices from deep within her body were already beginning to flow involuntarily despite her emotional resistance to this cruelly unethical assault. He grinned as he decided it was time to turn the pressure on.
With a growl more animal than human, Brad dropped his head abruptly between her legs, his long snake-like tongue flashing out and invading the moistly convulsing slit of her vagina, stealing within her unwilling pussy as deeply as possible while he lashed at the sensitive walls of her cunt. Despite her total intellectual revulsion at the moral outrage being perpetrated upon her helplessly spread-eagled young body, Patient No. 23_ was already beginning to feel tiny wisps of forbidden sexual pleasure rippling deep down inside the trembling white flesh of her stomach, and her full mountainous breasts danced erotically on her heaving chest as the man buffeted her back and forth on the mattress, his coldly cruel eyes studying her like a snake watches a bird. This time, he told himself with cruel satisfaction, the beautiful bitch is going to collapse like a ton of bricks!
It was good work and Wissenschaft would have liked to see it through to the end, but there was one more difficult case he wanted to check on, and a serious scientist could not allow himself to become overly involved in one particular case merely because it presented certain absorbing details. It was time to take a look at the patient who was causing him the worst headaches at the moment. Wissenschaft did not like failures, and he had never once in the history of the institute been unable to achieve at least some major improvement in a patient's sexual life. But, No. 101, Rodney Kent, was the hardest nut he had ever had to crack and his top people had been working for two weeks without a glimmer of success. A flick of his wrist activated the hidden cameras in Kent's room, but with one glance, Wissenschaft realized that no progress whatsoever had taken place.
Belle, the best looking woman among his professional staff, was sitting naked at the foot of No. 101 's bed, the serious expression on her face indicating clearly that she was getting nowhere fast, and feeling badly about it. Apparently, she and Rod had just tried to get something going and it had not worked, as usual.
"It's hopeless," the young man was saying, drawing the sheet across his mid-section and hiding his large but definitely limp penis from Wissenschaft's view. "It's not you, honey, so don't feel bad. It's just that I don't really think I'm ever going to be able to get an erection ever again, no matter what tricks we try. Maybe I'll take up stamp collecting...." Kent had dark short hair, and a serious handsome face which indicated intelligence and strength of character, but his expression was now a mask of grief. The professor's eyes shifted hungrily to Belle, and he wondered how on earth he was going to find someone more provocative than she was. The French girl was tall and sensuous, with the curvy voluptuous kind of body designed to turn on the most woman-resistant of men, and Belle knew how to use everything she owned to the best advantage. In short, she was the most perfect lay in the world, at least as far as Wissenschaft was concerned, and the ex-Nazi considered himself something of an expert on the subject. On top of all her physical qualifications, the girl was willing to do anything and everything, the wilder the better, and Wissenschaft doubted that he had ever had anyone on his staff who enjoyed her work more than this young French woman did. In essence, she was instant sex, and if Belle couldn't excite No. 101, then maybe the young man should take up stamp collecting.
"Honey, let me take you in my mouth again," the girl offered temptingly. "You used to like that, didn't you?" Without waiting for a reply, the sensuously-built young woman crawled nakedly down the rumpled bed towards him, her eyes sparkling lasciviously as she headed directly for his loins, but the young man pushed her away, shaking his head sadly.
"Look, I really think this is a lost cause," he explained to her dejectedly. "Every time we get going, that Vietnam business starts up again...." With a sudden burst of irritation, Wissenschaft flicked off the switch, killing the TV, and sat back in his chair. That Vietnam business! How could anyone get that upset about a silly little war? The patient hadn't even been wounded, and he had managed to come home covered with medals for heroism! His father had several million dollars, and the boy could sleep with half the women in America if he wanted to ... but every time he thinks about sex, he gets worried about some stupid battle!
Shaking his head with frustration, Wissenschaft reached for the folder with Rodney Kent's name on it and reviewed the significant facts of the young man's case one last time, hoping to find some elusive detail which held the secret of his cure. Kent was the son of John Thornton Kent, one of the richest men in the country. Young Kent had enjoyed the most normal boyhood and adolescence a millionaire's son could expect to have, advancing rapidly in his studies and enjoying athletics. His feeling about women had always been perfectly normal and there was no trace of homosexual leanings; in fact, the young man had been quite a cocksman before shipping out for Vietnam as a lieutenant.
On the battlefield he had received superior commendations from his superiors for courage and leadership, but shortly before leaving the war-torn country, a house containing a group of Vietnamese women had been set on fire by some enemy shells. The women were trapped inside, and Lieutenant Kent had ordered his men to make every attempt to save the endangered civilians. Most of the soldiers had fallen back from the heat of the burning building, but Kent and his sergeant at great personal risk had succeeded in fighting their way into the conflagration, managing to drag several women to safety. Several more had been lost in the flames and even those who were rescued had been scarred for life by the conflagration.
Lieutenant Kent was decorated by the American and Vietnamese governments, put on a military plane for California and, a few weeks later at the end of his tour of duty, passed into the inactive reserves with the grade of First Lieutenant. On his first free weekend, he had jumped into his sports car to visit one of his old girl friends, and in the course of the following few days No. 101 had made the discovery which had brought him to Professor Wissenschaft's clinic in the hills. Every time he tried to make love to a woman, the horrible memories of that burning building came sweeping back over him, and he found himself stone impotent.
"We've got to try a new approach!" growled Wissenschaft to his empty office, and whirling around in his swivel chair, he lunged for the button which called for Garner, his immediate assistant.
CHAPTER TWO
Three days later, the director of the institute quickly read over the letter which had just arrived, his eyes glowing with satisfaction. Dear Doctor Wissenschaft: Pursuant to your instructions, I believe I have located a suitable female surrogate for patient No. 101, the young man suffering from battle shock-induced impotence. Naturally, I will send a complete clinical study as soon as one can be compiled, but in view of your expressed opinion that there is considerable urgency about filling this position, I will attempt to capsulate my findings in this letter.
Miss Jenifer Perkins is a twenty-five year old Registered Nurse, currently employed in the Obstetrics Ward of the Markham General Hospital. As a result of the "special relationship," we have developed with the Director of Markham, I was able to gain a fair amount of personal information about this stunningly attractive young woman. Miss Perkins is considered to be intelligent, welleducated, and highly devoted to the practice of nursing, albeit somewhat shy and retiring in personality. I was informed that she is currently involved in a clandestine love affair with a certain Doctor John Means, a "high-society physician who apparently makes a practice of seducing gullible young nurses with stories about divorcing his wife According to well-informed sources, this has been Miss Perkins' only love affair, but it puts her in an excellent position as far as we are concerned, since I can arrange to have her fired (for moral turpitude) from her position at Markham in order to free her for employment with us.
Encouraged by what I had learned from casual conversations with several informed persons, I managed to secure an interview with Miss Perkins herself, in order to form a firsthand impression of the woman's suitability for use as a female surrogate in the difficult case we are attempting to cure.
Your instructions were to find a woman of outstanding sexual attractiveness, in order to provide our patient with the straight erotic stimulation he needs, but furthermore, someone exceedingly meek and retiring who would also make him feel manly and dominant once again. And naturally, we need people who have at least a rudimentary knowledge of medicine. Miss Perkins, I submit, is virtually made-to-order for what we have in mind on all points.
First of all, the girl is a genuine beauty in the classic American style: tall and slender, her body is willowy and thin waisted, but topped by an exceptionally large and well formed bosom. Hair color is blonde, apparently natural and eyes are blue; facial features are smooth, regular and extremely pleasing. All in all, it is very difficult to retain one's scientific attitude in her presence. For example, I noticed a vaguely protective urge sweep over me as I chatted with her, and for a moment I was filled with an irrational and momentary desire to shield her from the kind of mental and physical discomfort she would necessarily be exposed to at the institute. Obviously, because of my devotion to the great work of our organization, I was quickly able to dismiss these useless thoughts, but I merely mention the incident to illustrate the kind of protective reaction this delicate and sensitive woman is capable of arousing in a man.
Psychologically, I would say that she is shy, probably sexually rather naive, and easily upset, all of which will work to our advantage. I noticed f6f example that she has developed the unconscious habit of standing with her arms crossed in front of her chest, a natural defensive posture which indicates that she is embarrassed about the unusually large size of her breasts. Off duty, her clothes tend to be conservative and apparently designed to cover as much of her splendidly formed body as possible, another indication that she is timid sexually. All in all, I would say that she is the perfect type to bring Patient No. 101 out of his withdrawal. Our other female case workers may have represented too much of a sexual threat to his manhood, whereas Miss Perkins, if properly prepared, should succeed in making him feel protective and dominant, as well as exciting him sexually. The woman is truly voluptuous!
As mentioned above, Miss Perkins' love-life puts her in a tenuous position as far as her job is concerned since there is an old regulation written into the hospital's charter forbidding any illicit sexual contacts between members of the staff. As far as anyone can remember, this regulation has not been enforced in at least a century, but for a negligible financial remuneration, the Director of Markham General is willing to discharge the girl, making her available to us.
Kindly let me know your decision on this matter as soon as possible so that the appropriate actions can be taken.
Respectfully yours, Garner WESTERN UNION INSTITUTE FOR GENERAL HOSPITAL STOP I APPROVE OF SUGGESTIONS CONTAINED IN YOUR LETTER STOP SPEED IS IMPORTANT REPEAT IMPORTANT AS No. 101 IS BECOMING RESTLESS WITH LACK OF PROGRESS STOP MONEY NO OBJECT STOP ACQUIRE PERKINS SERVICES SOONEST STOP WISSENSCHAFT.
REPRODUCTIVE STUDIES TO GARNER C/O MARKHAM
CHAPTER THREE
When things begin to change in a person's life, sometimes they change very fast, and to Jenifer Perkins it seemed as if her existence had suddenly jumped into high gear. The first catastrophe was not entirely unexpected; for an uncomfortably long time, she had secretly suspected that Doctor John Means was really just stringing her along, and had never really had the slightest intention of divorcing his wealthy and socially prominent wife in order to marry an unknown little nurse, even though they did seem very compatible in all respects.
And the night their affair all came to an abrupt end, she had realized what was going to happen from the very moment she opened the door and stepped submissively aside to let him enter the living room of her small drab apartment. The medical man avoided her eyes as if he were feeling distinctly guilty about something, walking nervously around the room and lighting one filter cigarette after another while the two of them awkwardly searched for some suitable and neutral topic of conversation which would fill the long empty silences between their meaningless words, Finally deciding to get the matter out into the open, she challenged him directly: "What's happening on the divorce front, John?" she asked quietly, not wanting to act as if she were pushing him, but knowing that-she had to find out the truth one way or another.
"Jenny, something's come up," he admitted uneasily. "I got called on the carpet today by the Director and told that half the medical community in town knew about our little love-affair, and that if I wanted to continue to bring my patients to Markham, I was going to have to break it up."
"But you told him about the divorce?"
"The divorce is going to take time, baby, even years," he answered evasively looking out the window and avoiding her questioning eyes. "My wife's mental health is very precarious right now and if I suddenly announced that I was leaving her, it might push the poor woman into a complete mental collapse. Neither one of us would want to be responsible for that, would we?"
"But ... but we can't wait years," she sobbed desperately, burying her tear-streaked face in her hands. "What does this mean? What are you trying to tell me?"
"I guess ... I guess it means we won't be seeing each other for awhile," Means answered, his pale blue eyes still avoiding hers. "I mean it's only temporary, of course, but I've got my practice to think of, and you have your career....
Later, Jenifer had been very proud that there had been no screaming or violent accusations. Doing her best to control her emotions, she had turned her head to the wall and cried quietly, waiting until she heard him walk away and the door close gently behind him, indicating that Doctor John Means had left her life forever. Playing foolish games with herself, she tried for awhile to take his words at face value and to make herself believe that he was telling her only that there would be a period of painful separation for them. But in her heart she knew that she had been dropped like a hot potato. Probably his intentions had always been bad, she realized. He had found her an eager innocent young nurse and seduced her for his own sexual pleasure, and nothing more. When it became the slightest bit inconvenient for him, he had left her cold and it was as simple as that. It was the oldest story in the world!
Somehow she made it through the night, but the next morning, things got worse instead of better. She was not scheduled to go on duty until noon that day, and so she was still at home, wandering aimlessly through her apartment in her night dress when the postman brought a special delivery letter from the hospital. Even without opening it, she somehow knew what it said. The language was formal and polite, but the meaning was clear. She had been accused of violating a foolish old regulation which had probably been gathering dust on the books since the days of the Salem Witch Hunts, prohibiting sexual contacts between doctors and nurses. This was absurd in itself since half the nurses at Markham had had love affairs with the resident physicians at one time or another. But in her case someone had made a serious complaint, and the Board of Directors had decided to make an example of her. It was regretted, the letter apologized, that Markham General Hospital could not in all conscience offer her a favorable recommendation for re-employment at another hospital, given the record of moral turpitude she had established.
So she was finished! At the advanced age of twenty-five, Jenifer Perkins was broken-hearted and out of a job, and for the first time in her life, she seriously contemplated committing suicide.
But life had not finished playing games with her. Before she had completely recovered from the shock of losing her job, the knock came at the door and for one desperate moment, she assumed that this was simply one more disaster and wildly considered the idea of pretending that there was no one home. What more could they do to her now? Evict her from her tiny, squalid apartment? Arrest her for adultery?
But the bell sounded again insistently and she drew her frail pink nightdress nervously around her throat and opened the door just a crack.
"Miss Perkins?" came the friendly comforting voice of a man. "Do you remember me?"
"Why ... yes, you're Doctor Garner," she managed to stammer, her voice trembling with emotion and now recalling the identity of her unexpected visitor. Introduced to Doctor Garner a week before, she had been informed that he was a noted Danish psychiatrist, supposedly making a tour of several American hospitals and for some reason she had never quite understood, the Director of Markham General had made a special point of pushing them together, asking Nurse Perkins to guide their distinguished foreign visitor through the hospital.
Dr. Garner spoke English almost perfectly, and in his own mysterious way, he was a strikingly attractive man, bone-thin, exceedingly tall and gracefully smooth in his movements, as if he had once been trained as a dancer. But unfortunately there was something about him that was distinctly unsettling. His eyes were piercingly steel grey, and the day she had guided him through Markham General he had seemed far more interested in asking questions about her personal life than the medical services the hospital offered to the community. This had puzzled her, but she had answered his inquiries as honestly as she was able and finished the guided tour as quickly as she politely could.
Now at the door of her apartment there was a moment of embarrassment. To cover her nakedness, Jenifer had thrown on a loose thin dressing gown, and it suddenly struck her that this garment did very little to cover her body. But to close the door in his face while she put on something more substantial somehow seemed infantile and foolish, so she took a deep breath to steady her nerves and stepped back to allow the mysterious European doctor to enter her flat, frantically wondering why on earth he had decided to pay her a visit.
On the other hand, Garner's intelligent and scientifically trained eyes were reassuring him that he had been absolutely right all along in selecting this particular young woman for employment at Professor Wissenschaft's Institute and he was certain that the old German scientist would approve. Miss Perkins had the lushly golden, well tanned body of a youthful Greek goddess, and the wrinkled silken dressing gown she was wearing did a very inadequate job of hiding from his restlessly prying eyes just how perfectly constructed she was. The flimsy fabric of the gown barely concealed Jenifer's high-set but unusually large breasts, and her protruding rounded little nipples showed quite clearly through the frail material, swelling slightly from embarrassed excitement as she felt his probing eyes roaming over her young body. Tearing his appreciative gaze away from the rounded twin wonders of her breasts, Garner contentedly surveyed the flat smooth surface of her abdomen, melting gracefully into long full-swelling thighs. Although the girl was obviously unaware of the fact, her dressing gown was minus a button and therefore slightly parted at mid-thigh, affording the sex-scientist a clear, unobstructed view of her breathtakingly well shaped legs and trimly curved ankles.
And the blush of embarrassment on her cheeks made it all absolutely perfect! His assessment of this timid but ripely voluptuous young woman had been dead on target and he saw in a glance that she would be perfect for the difficult task which awaited her. Now all that was needed was a little sales work, and Garner was an expert at convincing people. For a moment, however, he toyed with the temptation to try to make love to her, here and now, since she seemed upset. There were certain psychological techniques involving hypnosis which might easily do the trick, but the European sex-researcher fought for control over his own suddenly aroused lusts, reminding himself sternly that he had urgent medical duties to think about and could not permit himself to behave in such a shameful, dishonorable manner.
"Perhaps I had better go and dress," she stammered, pulling the inadequate dressing gown closer across her chest without realizing that this merely increased the tension of the fabric across her lushly rounded breasts, making her slowly hardening nipples protrude even more prominently.
"Not at all necessary, my dear," announced the European, patting her on the shoulder comfortingly as he strode past her into her tiny living room. "As you know, I am a doctor and for more years than I care to remember, I have been looking at young women wearing far less than you are right now. After all, we are both members of the medical profession."
You are, maybe, thought Jenifer bitterly remembering that it was un-likely that she would ever again find work as a registered nurse, but she said nothing, waiting for the mysterious Doctor Garner to make known the purpose of this unexpected midmorning visit.
"Let me come directly to the point," he said in a business-like fashion, his voice steady and professional. "I am the Assistant Director of the Institute for Reproductive Studies, where we are carrying out some very sensitive and at the moment at least, secret experiments in the field of human sexuality. We also treat a selected and limited number of patients, partially for experimental reasons and partially for the purpose of defraying the expenses of our research. Because of the delicacy of our work, this is all I am at liberty to tell you concerning the nature of our operations at the moment. We have gone to great pains to carry out our research in privacy, and any publicity at this point would certainly be ruinous."
"Uhhh ... that's very interesting," stammered Jenifer, a little perplexed at the suddenness of all this. How on earth did one go about "experimenting" in the field of sex? she wondered, but the young nurse wisely decided that this was not the moment to ask too many questions.
"I learned this morning that you have been discharged from Markham under conditions which will make it difficult for you to find new employment in the field of nursing; andif you don't mind my saying sofiring someone as capable as you seem to be for the reasons I was given strikes me as a lot of damn nonsense! This is the Twentieth Century, after all, and we are supposed to live in an age where at least medical personnel can be expected to take a more enlightened view of such things."
"Why ... thank you." Jenifer managed to choke, now doubly embarrassed since it was obvious that Dr. Garner knew the reason behind her present difficulty. "Fortunately, we of the institute may be in a position to assist you," the sexresearcher continued dryly, noting with satisfaction that he had caught her off balance. "It so happens that there is a vacancy on our staff for one trained nurse with your qualifications, and we must fill this vacancy at the earliest possible moment. We offer a rigid unbreakable one year contract which involves continuous full-time residence at the institute for the entire period of the contract. You will be expected to perform normal nursing duties and participate actively in certain experiments and patient treatments, although the exact nature of your duties can only be explained in full after you have undergone a brief training course. I should point out that a very significant clause in our standard contract specifies very severe legal penalties for revealing any information concerning the research work carried out at the institute. In a sense, it is a little like going to work for the CIA."
"This is all very ... very sudden," the surprised young woman exclaimed, unconsciously' slipping into her old nervous habit of crossing her arms defensively across the full twin spheres of her widely spaced young breasts. "Perhaps if you could explain in more detail?"
"I'm sorry, but the secrecy rules of our institute are very severe," Garner responded coldly, looking at her with his direct clinical gaze, "certain areas of medical research are liable to gross misinterpretation should they become public knowledge, particularly by the journalistic world, so we take great precautions to ensure that our work is carried out in the most absolute privacy possible. However, there are some compensations involved in working for us. The institute is located in the country, although I am not presently at liberty to say precisely where, and the salaries we offer are considered very reasonable indeed. How much were you earning at Markham, for example?"
"Uh ... well after taxes, I took home about ninety-five dollars a week," Jenifer answered honestly, suddenly self-conscious about the cheap shabbiness of her apartment. That was one of the sacrifices you made for a career in nursing; the doctors got rich, but the nurses only made slightly more money than people on welfare.
"Worse than I would have expected," commented Garner coldly, reaching into the briefcase he had brought with him and drawing out a stack of papers. "Your beginning salary at the instituteafter taxeswould be seventeen thousand dollars a year, and I am prepared to give you a five thousand dollar advance in cash as soon as this contract is signed to settle any outstanding debts you may have here in the city. The remainder of the salary can be paid in any manner you so desire, although you will have little real need for the money while an employee of ours, since all of your day-to-day needs such as food and clothing will be provided free of charge by the institute."
"Oh ... Doctor Garner, I'm a little flabbergasted ... of course, I'll need a little time to consider this very generous offer ... everything seems to be happening so fast ... "
"Unfortunately, there will be little or no time for a lengthy decision-making process," Garner announced, spreading a thick, legal contract on the desk in front of her. "The institute's private plane leaves tomorrow at dawn and I must be on it, with or without you. You may read all the fine print at your leisure, but your signature goes on the last page."
Jenifer stared at him for almost thirty seconds without blinking, then with a deep sigh, picked up the pen with her trembling hand and wrote her name....
CHAPTER FOUR
The only thing which really bothered her was the skimpy, immodest kind of clothing they had given her to wear, and as she lounged sleepily by the side of the institute's luxuriously big swimming pool, Jenifer Perkins decided she would be perfectly happy if just a little bit more of her ripely inviting young body could be covered up a little more of the time. Of course, the place was totally private, and as Professor Wissenschaft had expressed it the day she arrived, the institute was like one big happy family, and what he called "false modesty" had no place in such an intimate but scientific atmosphere. But for a girl raised by strict puritanical parents, it was difficult to shake the habits of twenty-five years, and the bikini they had told her to wear was ridiculously microscopic, more like a G-string than anything else.
Fashioned out of one of the new clinging artificial fabrics, the bra-top barely succeeded in covering the turgid brown tips of her protuberant little nipples, and the bottom section was equally inadequate, leaving the smoothly rounded cheeks of her buttocks almost totally exposed. Covering her loins in front, there was a tiny tantalizing triangle of fabric measuring about four inches on each side, which barely managed to shield the other triangle of soft blonde pubic hair nestled beneath it.
The day she had arrived, Garner had explained to her rather curtly that Professor Wissenschaft's theories included setting a brisk "informal tone for the entire institute and that unfortunately none of her clothing was appropriate to the sensual, warm atmosphere the scientists were trying to create. Incredibly, a whole new wardrobe was all ready and waiting for her, but Jenifer had quickly found to her dismay, that every garment in the closet of her pleasantly furnished room was cut in the most extreme possible style even though each outfit fitted her perfectly. The stiffly starched white hospital dresses to which she was accustomed did not exist here, and every one of her newly acquired outfits seemed to be designed to reveal as much as possible of her full-bodied and voluptuous figure to the admiring eyes of the other residents of the institute. However the instinctively modest young nurse noted quickly that she was not alone in being found to go around partially naked all day; most of the other women at the institute were also young and extremely attractive, and their clothing styles all seemed to be dictated by Professor Wissenschaft's unexpected taste for semi-nudity, and this was at least of some mild comfort for the habitually shy young woman.
But women's fashions were far from being the least perplexing thing about her mysterious new job. Primarily she was puzzled by the fact that there seemed to be absolutely nothing for her to do. Cleaning, preparation of meals and administrative details for the institute were all handled by an almost invisible but highly efficient staff. No one seemed to be particularly sick, and anyway, Jenifer found that there was no practical way of distinguishing between patients and medical personnel since everyone wore the same informal sports clothing. She had pestered Garner a number of times, asking eagerly if there was not some kind of work she should be doing to earn her keep, but both Garner and Wissenschaft seemed to be quite busy and each time she asked one of them, she was briskly told to spend a few days "settling in" and then, "we'll see". In order to avoid embarrassment to the patients, she was informed, no distinction was made between medical personnel and people under treatment, and she was told not to reveal to anyone that she was really a trained nurse. Everyone was a "guest" and nothing more.
Most of the "guests" at the institute seemed to be moderately friendly, but the men and the women almost all seemed to have paired off with one another and tended to stay by themselves in couples, conducting intimate conversations by the side of the pool, refreshing themselves at the snack bar (where everything was free for the asking), or simply disappearing in twos for long periods of time. The only unattached male seemed to be a handsome sandy-haired young man of approximately her own age named Rod, and several times over the past few days, Jenifer had looked up from her book and found him gazing at her luxuriously exposed body with an expression of real torment on his face, as if the sight of her somehow made him unhappy but attracted him at the same time. Jenifer shrewdly guessed that he might be a patient of some kind and decided it would be worth the effort to get to know him, at least to have someone with whom to pass the time, even though the recently jilted young woman was too close to her own heartbreak to have any serious thoughts about beginning a new romance with someone else, particularly under such strange circumstances. Rod seemed moody and withdrawn, and Jenifer had her own natural shyness to contend with, but it was clear that both of them were lonely, and so on the third day of her residence at the Institute, she met his gaze and challenged him to a game of shuffleboard, which seemed to be the most vigorous form of physical exercise permitted under Doctor Wissenschaft.
"Are you one of us or one of them?" he inquired, as they took up their positions at the beginning of the game. "Is this some new form of therapy?"
"I don't know what you mean," she responded remembering Garner's explicit instructions about not revealing her professional position at the institute. "I'm just a guest, like you."
"Well, I'm going to beat the hell out of you at shuffle-board," the young man announced mischievously, a friendly grin breaking over his handsome, well-tanned face.
"Oh you think so?" she accepted the challenge with a smile, "Well, we'll just see about that!" MEMO To: Assistant Director Garner From: Dr. Wissenschaft First, my compliments on finding and hiring Miss Perkins and your skillful handling of the Rodney Kent case so far. As you know, the institute is committed to return to No. 101 's father all the money paid thus far if we are unable to effect some kind of successful treatment, and at the moment our progress is still at point zero. I have noted, however, that No. 101 and Perkins have fallen into a loose-jointed sort of friendship as we had hoped and that the patient has already assumed a protective relationship towards her as was illustrated yesterday when Perkins accidentally slipped by the side of the pool slightly bruising her knee, and No. 101 behaved as if she had suddenly been stricken with terminal cancer.
I believe on the basis of our observations thus far, that we may now proceed to Phase Two of the therapy, in which we place Patient No. 101 in a situation of psychic stress as well as sexual stimulation in which he can resolve his emotional tension ONLY by making successful love to Miss Perkins. I propose, therefore, to subject Miss Perkins to a session with AG ISM, a procedure which should have the added beneficial effect of loosening her up sexually to the point where she will accept almost any kind of physical attention. Prior to retiring for the night, she should be given (without her knowledge, obviously) 200 cc's of Aphrodisiac Preparation type Dl 7, to be administered orally, and then brought to my studio about ten in the morning. We will conduct together a brief clinical examination of the young woman, but by eleven o'clock you will give Kent a "guided tour" of our laboratory, allowing him to witness Miss Perkins while strapped to the AGISM, through the observation mirror, naturally. We have already discussed the story he is to be told and I rely upon your powers as an actor to make it convincing.
As soon as Miss Perkins is finished with AGISM, I will have her returned to her quarters in a semi-comatose state, and you will kindly make it your business to see that the interconnecting door between their two rooms is left open. From this point forward, obviously, we are in the hands Of nature. If you wish to join me in the control center, we can view the results together.
Wissenschaft
CHAPTER FIVE
Jenifer Perkins was not precisely afraid of Professor Wissenschaft, but even in the few minutes they had spent together since her arrival at the Institute, he had always managed to keep her feeling off balance and uneasy. The sex scientist was a thin, wiry, peculiar looking man whose body seemed strangely youthful and agile despite the fact that the wrinkles on his gnome-like face and the white in his thinning hair indicated clearly that he must be somewhere in his late sixties, producing the grotesque appearance of an old man's head surgically transplanted onto the body of a youth.
But despite his vague talk about the great scientific value of the Institute's research program, there was something totally unscientific about the way he looked at her lewdly and desirously, keeping her nerves continually on edge. As a result, she was not particularly overjoyed when Doctor Garner brought her the news that the Professor was waiting to see her in his clinic. She supposed that at long last, she was finally going to be given a specific job to do to earn the fabulous seventeen thousand dollars a year she was being paid, and for this reason, the naively innocent young woman was glad that something was finally going to happen, but she was a little sorry that it had to start on this particular day. For some unknown reason, she was not feeling quite normal this morning, and despite her medical training, she was unable to decide precisely what the problem was.
The previous evening, the bartender had brought her an iced drink which she had not asked for, placing it next to her deck chair by the swimming pool. The taste had been a little strange, but she had not wanted to hurt his feelings and so she had drunk it. Soon after the young nurse had retired to her pleasantly decorated room, where she fell quickly into a trouble, dream-filled sleep.
There was no way of telling whether it was the unexpected drink, or perhaps the beginning of her monthly period, or something else completely, but the following morning, Jenifer had been experiencing a series of unusual and unfamiliar sensations in the pit of her stomach. The restless yearning feeling was difficult to describe, but as she followed Doctor Garner to Professor Wissenschaft's office, she was shocked to realize that she was feeling moderately sexy, the same way she had sometimes felt just before making love to John Means. It's this business of running around half-naked all day and being surrounded by handsome young men, she decided, discovering to her surprise that her thoughts were centered on one particular handsome young man, Rod Kent, to be precise.
"Ah, Miss Perkins! Come in, dear, and make yourself comfortable," called Professor Wissenschaft with his slight German accent as she appeared at the door of his luxurious office. Although she had never before been permitted to enter the inner sanctum, Jenifer felt immediately reassured to note that the Professor's office looked very much like any other doctor's office she had ever seen, with the usual pieces of sterilized stainless steel medical equipment laid neatly out in a metal tray. The shy young woman wished sincerely at this point that she had been given enough time to return to her room and change into a dress for this interview, but Gamer had found her beside the swimming pool dressed only in her ridiculously small bikini, and she felt inadequately covered for a serious occasion such as this.
But if Professor Wissenschaft minded this extreme informality, he gave no visible sign of it, waving her into a comfortable seat. Doctor Garner carefully closed and locked the door behind them and leaned casually against the wall, a notebook and pencil in hand, as if he were prepared to take notes.
"Well, now that you're rested and relaxed, I think it is time we put you to work," announced the German scientist, an evil glint in his eyes as he rose from behind his desk and walked toward her. "But first, we must have a little physical examination to make sure we are all in perfect health, no? Would you undress, please?" Things were starting to happen very rapidly again, and Jenifer felt a wave of nervousness sweep over her as she understood that even the brief comforts of her tiny bikini were going to be denied her. With a hammering heart, she realized that she was going to have to submit to the indignity of being perfectly naked in a room with two strange men, even if they were doctors, presumably accustomed to examining women. But she recovered quickly, telling herself sternly not to behave like a silly adolescent. She had been present at dozens of physical examinations as a nurse, and both these men were fully qualified doctors. Since they were both involved in some kind of sex-research (although this part of it had not yet been explained to her in detail), then they must both be fairly nonchalant about examining naked women by now.
But the rosy blush was stealing over her pretty young face anyway, despite her efforts to convince herself that this was all perfectly normal and natural and she looked away, avoiding their probing eyes, as her trembling fingers fumbled with the straps of her brassiere. As soon as her heavy, smoothly rounded breasts were freed from their confinement and swaying provocatively before her, she modestly turned her back on the two scientists and slipped out of the bathing suit panties, exposing the tantalizing firm half-moons of her buttocks as she dropped the fragile garment to the floor and stepped carefully out of it, now totally naked.
"Excellent," commented Wissenschaft, his voice thickening a little with lust as his warmly glowing eyes surveyed the sand-colored pussy hair which covered the entrance to the soft moistness of her vagina.
Garner, quick to observe subtle changes in personalities, glanced apprehensively at his boss, hoping that the older man would not let himself be carried away by his violently degenerate lusts to the point where he interfered with the therapy of Rodney Kent. Oh, the old man is a genius all right, worried the Assistant Director as he watched Wissenschaft advance on the nakedly trembling young woman, but he's also as randy as an old goat with all those aphrodisiacs he keeps feeding himself I only hope he can keep his hands off this young woman enough to let her take care of Patient No. 101.
"All right now, up on the table, please," continued the Professor, taking the elbow of the frightened young blonde and guiding her to his examining table. Although she was horribly embarrassed at this humiliating situation, Jenifer hoisted herself up into position, feeling really ridiculous. Normally a female patient was only examined in the presence of a nurse, and even then she was usually given a sheet with which to cover those portions of the body which were not being scrutinized at the moment. But Wissenschaft did not seem to regard her natural feelings of womanly modesty as particularly important, and his appreciative eyes swept lasciviously over her involuntarily naked body as he explained to his new employee the purpose of this examination.
"As you have been told, Miss Perkins, the Institute is involved in research and therapy in the field of human sexuality, and you will be privilege to assist us in this noble endeavor. However, we have found that it is absolutely essential that our staff members themselves be perfectly normal in their own sexual reactions. Naturally, any little problems which you may have in the sexual field we will be able to treat here very promptly, but first we must test your physical reactions to various forms of para-sexual tactile stimuli. For example, are your nipples particularly erogenous?"
"Erogenous?" the young blonde woman repeated in dismay, not really understanding all of this technical terminology and feeling totally humiliated by being forced to stretch out stark naked in front of two men and answer these probing questions about her sex life. "I guess ... a little...." she finally managed to stammer, feeling Wissenschaft's restless hands slide lasciviously over her rib cage until he had covered the summit of one sensitively, tingling breast with the palm of his hand.
"A little?" the Professor demanded irritably, apparently not satisfied by this inadequate response. "Well, for example, when a man touches you like this, do you notice that your nipples tend to become hard and erect?"
As the German sex researcher spoke, his long slender fingers expertly manipulated the girl's tiny brown nipple buds, causing her lushly exposed body to twitch involuntarily as she reacted with intense embarrassment to this lewd mistreatment. She could feel her nipples swelling, silently answering his question for her, but "she struggled to produce an intelligent verbal reply, despite the fact that this was the strangest medical examination she had ever heard of.
"Well, yes...." she stammered, trying to cover her lasciviously exposed pubic triangle with her hands as she avoided the steely gaze of his eyes. "I mean ... I never really noticed ... "
"Hmmmmm, what would you estimate, Garner?" inquired the Professor acidly, as if he were displeased at something. "I would say we have an increase in nipple turgidity of about fifty percent, wouldn't you? Rather below average, I would say."
"Perhaps a bit more," commented the Assistant Director. "Sixty percent maybe, but then the young lady seems to be a trifle embarrassed by this procedure, and this may be diminishing her reaction to sub-normal levels."
This was the understatement of the year, since Jenifer was blushing wildly, barely able to restrain the impulse to seize Wissenschaft's hand and push it away from her offended violated nipples. What right had he to place his hands on her body like this? "Oh come now, Miss Perkins!" the Professor urged her, a note of impatience in his guttural Germanic voice. "This is a very well-established clinical procedure, and I understood that you were a trained professional nurse!"
"Yes ... well, it's just that I never heard of this particular test before," she explained, now virtually beside herself with abject humiliation. "Hmmmmfff! Well, I can see you have a great deal to learn! However, let us proceed. Can you give me an approximate ratio of orgasms to individual acts of intercourse? Roughly, of course, no one expects you to keep charts on this kind of thing, although in the future I would suggest you keep a small notebook for this purpose in which you should record approximate duration of intercourse, intensity of climax and other pertinent information."
"Ratio of orgasm to intercourse ... I'm afraid I ... "
"My dear, in layman's language," repeated Wissenschaft, making a great display of patience, "What I am asking is this: For everylet us sayten acts of love, how many times on an average would you expect to achieve an orgasm? Try to concentrate, Miss Perkins, this is very essential information!"
Jenifer could not for the life of her understand why it was necessary for her to strip naked and lie stretched out on a table in front of them if they wanted to ask her probing embarrassing questions about her sex life, but she tried to convince herself that brilliant scientists were frequently eccentric in their methods of research, and she reminded herself that she was earning seventeen thousand dollars a year for her services. Naturally, if she was to assist patients with sexual problems, they had a right to know whether or not she was perfectly normal herself as far as sex was concerned. She thought back on her life with Doctor John Means, realizing that she had only been able to cum once every so often when they were in bed together, and the more she thought about it the more she realized that it happened to her very rarely. She had always thought of John as an expert lover, and it was true that he brought her a great deal of pleasure in bed, but he was normally in a hurry and, frequently, he was too impatient to wait for her to achieve climax. She had accepted this as the way things were, since he was her first and only lover, and she frankly had no one with whom to compare him.
"Well ... I guess out of ten times, once or twice," she answered her voice barely audible with hideous embarrassment. She noticed that Garner was standing at the foot of the table rapidly taking notes, and the knowledge that all of this was being recorded for posterity did not ease her mind in the slightest.
"Make that a fifteen percent orgasmic rate," snapped Wissenschaft over his shoulder to his assistant. "Barely above the frigidity level, which is 7.5%. And Miss Perkins, are your orgasms typically vaginal or clitoral?"
"Ah ... I'm afraid I don't know the difference!" she admitted, her face now brightly red with utter and total humiliation. "I guess I'm sort of an ignoramus about sex, Doctor Wissenschaft. Perhaps there are some books in the library I could study?"
"There are enough books about sex in print to sink the Queen Elizabeth," Wissenschaft snapped now seeming to be almost angry about something and turning away to pull on a pair of rubber surgeon's gloves, "and most of them are pure rubbish! Never mind, you'll learn fast enough once you get over this adolescent prudishness which seems to be bothering you. Let's go on with the physical part of the examination. Now, I intend to test your clitoral reactivity. You do now what your clitoris is, don't you?"
"Yes, Professor," she managed to squeak in utter dismay, her entire body tensing as she wondered what new indignities he was about to inflict up her helpless and terrified figure.
"Good, now if you will kindly spread your legs slightly and expand your arms over your head ... that's right, now I am going to agitate the tip of your clitoris gently, and I want you to tell me when you first begin to note the beginnings of erotic stimulation." As he spoke, the German professor inserted his hand directly between her two trembling thighs, moving them slightly farther apart in order to expose "to his greedily lascivious eyes the ripe, hair-covered slit of her vagina. Spreading her soft blonde pubic hairs with his expert fingers, he quickly located the tiny pink bud of her gradually moistening clitoris and flicked it deliberately with the tip of his index finger. Jenifer's body twitched involuntarily as a result of this outrage, and a soft groan escaped her lips as she wished she had never gotten involved in this weird business. She had envisioned working at the Institute in a normal nursing capacity taking care of sick people, and it had never occurred to her that anything as degrading as this examination was in store for her. Wissenschaft began moving his finger slowly and steadily up and down in the softly trembling furrow between her white, smoothly molded thighs, each stroke running from the bottom of her quivering vaginal lips all the way up to the top of her erect little clitoris and then back again. Jenifer was feeling absolutely nothing remotely erotic despite the fact that John Means had been in the habit of stroking her in precisely the same manner, but she was afraid to say so to the Professor for fear he would denounce her as retarded sexually, or frigid, or something worse.
"Nothing yet?" he demanded harshly, looking at her with impatience. The young woman's hips twitched involuntarily as he fingered her degradingly, and the two sex scientists exchanged meaningful glances.
"Yes...." she said hesitantly, willing to say anything at all in order to get him to stop this bizarre and humiliating experiment. "I would say that I was feeling something. At least a little."
"Really?" retorted the scientist with a sarcastic tone of voice. "What was the time, Garner?"
"A minute and twenty seconds, Professor," responded the assistant promptly, consulting a stopwatch. "Slow, slow, very, very slow," the German muttered, turning away as he peeled off the rubber gloves with a gesture of disgust. "What do you feel is indicated, Doctor Garner?"
"In my opinion, we are merely seeing a very moderate case of erotical-sexual retardation, Professor," the younger man responded after a moment's consideration. Physically she seems normal, and we know that she had enjoyed some orgasmic activity, so clinical frigidity is excluded, although I note that there was very little increase in clitoral size during manual stimulation, which could be indicative of the usual adolescent regressive tendencies ... "
"But this is a twenty-five year old woman," barked the Professor, "and her adolescent regression tendencies should be ten years behind her!"
"I agree, naturally," nodded Garner, stepping forward and laying his hand casually on Jenifer's naked pussy as if she were a part of the furniture and not involved in the discussion at all. "But Miss Perkins has simply developed more slowly than usual, albeit along normal socio-sexual patterns. Are you considering reparative therapy in this case?"
"Absolutely!" thundered the German. "A woman whose orgasmic rate is down in the fifteen percent range and whose clitoral stimulatory mechanism is barely observable with the naked eye is certainly in no position to act as a surrogate, at least not while I am Director of this Institute. However, I would say-considering our employee's age and backgroundthat three one-hour sessions with AGISM should do the trick, since it's obvious that she is basically a normal woman who has had some very inadequate lovers. I'll administer the therapy personally, and if we can't raise her orgasmic rate to at least fifty percent, we might as well put her to work in the kitchen!"
"I quite agree, Professor," announced Garner servilely. "Shall I prepare the AGISM."
"Please do," responded Wissenschaft, never allowing his keen but lustful eyes to leave Jenifer's nakedly alluring young body. The girl's mind was practically whirling with all the strange new medical terminology she was hearing, and it puzzled her that she was not familiar with more of it, since she had always prided herself on her knowledge of medical matters and had once seriously considered going on to study for an M.D. degree. But none of this was making any sense to her whatsoever, particularly the term "AGISM", which was apparently a device of some kind which would raise her orgasmic rate. "You may stay where you are, Miss Perkins," commented Wissenschaft as Garner stepped into the next room and began tinkering with a large and complicated piece of machinery which was mounted on rollers. In the meantime, Professor Wissenschaft returned to her side by the table, and without explaining in advance what he was doing or why, slipped a leather cuff around each of her wrists, attaching the rings carefully so that her skin was not pinched, but tightly enough so that there was no possibility of her hand slipping through. This was one hospital procedure which Jenifer quickly recognized and as soon as she realized what he was doing, her mind filled with sudden fear. He was securing her to the table the way they had always done at Markham General to patients who were about to be subjected to some extremely painful surgical procedure to keep them from losing control and trying to break away while the doctors were in the middle of an operation. It was also used for patients who were not mentally sound, and Jenifer could not see why she should fit into either category.
"And now your ankles, my dear," muttered Wissenschaft, his voice now low and throaty as his personal level of sexual excitement increased by leaps and bounds. "Kindly spread your legs just a little farther apart?"
Giving her no time to object, the German sex-scientist showed unexpected muscular power and forcibly pulled one of her legs to the side of the table, using another leather thong to fasten it into position. While Jenifer began to babble one objection after another to being treated in this way, Wissenschaft rapidly circled the table, seized the, other leg and bound it in precisely the same fashion, so that the youngA" woman was now spread-eagled on the examining table, every detail of her lust provoking body exposed and accessible to the half-crazed German sex researcher and his assistant.
"Please! You must explain what this is all for," she pleaded with him desperately, now feeling a real heart-rending fear sweeping through her naked body as she realized that she really knew very little about these people or the methods of sex research which they employed. "I was supposed to be a nurse. What difference does it make how many orgasms I have?"
"All will be explained to you in due time, my dear," smiled the mysterious Teutonic professor, now apparently calm and happy that his victim was securely bound and no longer in a position to escape from him or offer the slightest physical opposition. "Although if you had taken the trouble to read carefully the contract you signed, it says nothing whatsoever about nursing. It specified that you will take part on a personal physical basis in certain experiments and therapy in the field of human sexuality, which is precisely why you were brought here and why you must improve your own personal erotic-sexual capacity. Don't worry, we have techniques which should have you up to par in very little time. After all, this is my very special field, and I'm proud to say that no where else in the world are these techniques available."
"But ... if I'm not supposed to do any nursing ... I mean ... why did you hire me?" the perplexed young woman stammered, now virtually beside herself with fear and apprehension. "What are you going to do to me? What is this AGISM?"
"The AGISM is ready, Professor," announced Garner, his face immobile and expressionless as he wheeled a strange looking mechanical contraption into the room. "Will you be needing my assistance?"
"No, thank you, Garner," responded the Director of the Institute not even glancing at his assistant. "You will carry on with Patient No. 101, as we discussed earlier." Seeing Garner bow slightly and leave the room did not improve Jenifer's state of mind in the slightest, since Doctor Garner, with all his coldness and formality, at least looked vaguely sane, whereas Professor Wissenschaft was behaving less and less like a professional scientist every minute. His face was flushed with obvious sexual excitement, and his hands were sweating as he maneuvered the large menacing looking electronic mechanism up between Jenifer's outstretched legs. So this was the AGISM! But what on earth did it do?
"Oh, please let me loose," she begged desperately, now beginning to feel the last traces of her self-control slip away from her. "Can't we sit down and discuss this normally first? I'm not sure that I want to go through with this! At least I should know in advance what's going to happen? I'm a professional nurse, not a patient!"
"Very well, young lady," conceded the doctor, seating himself comfortable on the edge of the examining table and allowing one of his hands to rest casually on the flat smooth plane of her stomach while he talked. "Besides our experimentation program which you will have occasion to learn more about in the future, we treat a limited number of very specialized clients here at the Institute, people who have sex problems which cannot be handled by conventional techniques. One of my own most significant contributions to the field of erotic therapy is the use of female surrogates, which is what you are soon to become. A surrogate is a person with some medical and psychiatric training, such as yourself, who undertakes under my guidance to treat sexually disturbed patients by carrying the treatment and the therapy much further than any doctor can hope to carry it: Right into the bedroom! We have a particular patient in mind for you, and we must raise your sexual receptivity high enough to allow you to treat him efficiently. Is that all quite clear?"
Jenifer was trying valiantly to understand what the wild-eyed German scientist was saying to her, but her attention was distracted by the fact that his hands seemed to be wandering lustfully over her body, pinching and tweaking the tiny sensitive buds of her goose-pimpled young nipples and then roaming lewdly down between her strapped down and widely-separated legs to rummage around in her moistened cuntal slit.
"But why are you touching me like this?" she complained, her poor mind starting to whirl with confusion. "You're violating medical ethics, Doctor!"
"Medical ethics? Ha! My dear, by the time you leave this Institute a year from now, you will have an entirely new understanding of medical ethics. Medicine is the business of curing sick people, my dear. And if you have to go to bed with them to do it, then that is medical ethics!"
"I'm not going to wait a year!" Jenifer stormed at him, her courage returning little by little as she now started to feel real anger at this man for having placed her in this ridiculous and humiliating position. "I'm leaving the moment you untie me, and I demand to be untied this very moment!"
To her surprise, Wissenschaft seemed to be more amused than angry at this violent outburst, and merely chuckled as she raged at him. "There is something remarkably stimulating about an angry naked woman," he commented, speaking half to himself. "I must remember to make some notes on the subject. It may be a very profitable field or research."
"I want to leave!"
"You should have read your contract more carefully, Miss Perkins," he responded cheerfully "You cannot leave, not for twelve months, by which time you will probably not want to leave. And besides, leaving is physically impossible. You are almost a hundred miles from-the nearest town, assuming you were able to get out past the electrified fence and my guard dogs. These defenses were designed to keep intruders out, but they also serve very nicely to keep people in. No, I suggest you forget all this talk about rebellion and let us concentrate on the task before us, which is raising your orgasmic quotient to a more acceptable level. First, I am going to give you an injection which will relax you somewhat. The treatment is not painful, although there may be some moderately uncomfortable moments at the beginning which are unpleasant but inevitable. The end of the treatment, on the other hand, is normally considered very, very pleasant, and wealthy women have offered great sums of money for the plans to this very machine which really is far superior to any man on earth as far as pleasing women is concerned."
"But what does it do?" her voice was quivering and she felt close to tears. "All in good time, my dear. First we must stimulate the internal flow of orgiastic fluids within your body. As you remember from your courses in biology, a woman's vagina secretes certain pungent, sweet-tasting liquids which serve to lubricate, the passage of the male genital organ after it has been introduced into the vagina. Are you following me? Thus, before using the AGISM, it will be necessary to stimulate artificially these naturally produced lubricants. My research staff has been working for years to produce a chemical substitute for the female orgiastic fluid, but I regret to say that we have had very little success, and old-fashioned vaseline works as well as anything. As in so many other areas, nature's way is the best one. Try to relax now, Miss Perkins, and everything will be so much easier for both of us. I would suggest you close your eyes and attempt to fill your mind with erotic fantasies."
"Erotic Fantasies? Oh God! please...." she sobbed, but there was clearly no way out of this impossible situation. Garner had apparently known full well what his boss was going to do when he left, and this implied that the European doctor approved of whatever was going to happen. Not wanting to see what was coming, Jenifer closed her eyes, although erotic fantasies were the last thing she had any interest in at the moment. She heard Wissenschaft pulling on his rubber gloves once again, and she shivered as she felt the cold rubber slide menacingly across her bare skin. The sex doctor caressed her nipples carefully, prodding each of them into rock-like hardness before turning his attention once more to the more tempting area up between her imprisoned legs. He then started systematically on the full fleshy surfaces of her thighs, moving his fingers expertly in small slow circles and gradually working his way up toward her moistly throbbing vagina. Jenifer was by now going virtually out of her mind in fear and anger, struggling uselessly against the tough leather bands which held her a prisoner on top of the examining table. A low moan escaped her lips as Wissenschaft reached the warmly tingling crevice of her cunt, inserting one of his out-stretched rubber covered fingers directly between her sensitive vaginal lips and rotating it rapidly in ever increasing circles in an effort to expand the tightened opening.
"Oh, please ... don't, Doctor. Please! I can't stand it! You're embarrassing ... meeeeee!"
"My dear, if humiliation upsets you, I can assure you that you will have some great adjustments to make. How do you ever expect to make love to a man in the presence of ten or fifteen observers if a little routine genital agitation disturbs you so profoundly. Please, Miss Perkins, I would like a more adult level of behavior from you!"
Somehow, Wissenschaft always managed to talk circles around her and make her feel foolish for having expressed some perfectly natural reaction. But what on earth was he saying about making love in front of a group of people? Where in her contract did it say that she had to become a sex performer? God, had she only taken the contract to a lawyer before signing it! They were going to make her into some kind of scientific prostitute, it was becoming clearer and clearer by the moment. These were not madmen by a long shot, but she wanted nothing more to do with this kind of research. It was immoral!
But Wissenschaft was working her helplessly writhing body over very carefully, stroking the narrow hair-lined cuntal slit with the tip of his middle finger until she felt she was going straight out of her mind. As the German Professor had predicted, the sex-procedure was not the slightest bit painful, in fact, as the minutes went by, it was becoming quite the opposite. He was slowly but surely forcing her to enjoy this degrading caress, and Jenifer could feel the involuntary tightening and swelling of her tiny, sensitive clitoris as the Professor stimulated it expertly, bending over between her widely-stretched legs until his face was only inches from her totally exposed cuntal triangle to get a better look at what he was doing. She could hear him chuckling absent-mindedly under his breath, and she realized with another shock that this was a man who really enjoyed his work! He was not being the slightest bit scientific! He was deliberately using her naked helplessness to arouse his own savagely perverted lusts!
Tears of real unhappiness began to well up in her eyes as she realized that she was not strong enough to stand up under this kind of concentrated stimulation much longer. Never in the entire course of her affair with Doctor Means had her former lover taken the trouble to give her this kind of patient and detailed attention, and she suddenly understood with a terrible shock that she was experiencing more real sensual pleasure at the hands of this old German maniac than she ever had in bed with the man she had thought she loved!
Acting independently from the contrary instructions from her brain, Jenifer's proud little nipples swelled up, and glancing down at them in dismay, she realized with a gasp that they had never before been so hard and so erect. To her utter amazement, she found that she was no longer even able to control the motion of her nakedly rounded hips which were jerking convulsively back and forth every time Wissenschaft's marauding finger wormed its way into the moistly clasping recesses of her womb. The orgiastic juices Wissenschaft had been trying to produce were flowing in abundance now, and she knew that once he had achieved that initial stage of sexual arousal, it would be time to bring the AGISMwhatever that wasinto the operation.
"And now you can open your eyes my dear because I'm sure that someone as interested in medical affairs as you are will want to see precisely how this magnificent device operates. AGISM, as you may have deduced by now, stands for Automatic Genital Interior Stimulatory Mechanism, although several humorous minded members of my staff have devised less scientific and rather vulgar names for it. It's my own invention, and I must say I'm rather proud of it."
"But ... what does it do?" stammered the partially aroused young woman in dismay, still not quite understanding the purpose of all of this. "Ah, you'll get the point soon enough, Miss Perkins," the scientist grinned lasciviously at her, "if you'll pardon my little joke. Now, I would say from the rather narrow aperture of your vagina, that we had better begin with a simulated phallus size two and work out way towards something on the order of a size seven, which is about the best we could expect from one day's work."
"Phallus? Oh God! A phallus is a ... "
"A 'penis,' my dear. My word, you don't seem to have done your homework very thoroughly. Perhaps I had better give you some sort of a basic text book to read in your spare time so that you will be familiar with at least the basic terminology of our profession. I trust you do know what a 'penis' is?"
Jenifer knew perfectly well what a penis was, and with eyes widened with horror, she watched the German sex-researcher open a long flat box and select a rubberized artificial cock from one of several models which lay encased in silk. He held it up to the light, examining it thoughtfully and verified the fact that this was indeed size two. Meanwhile, the terrified young nurse was just now beginning to understand what the AGISM and what it was intended to do to her, and her eyes focused in horror on the size of the rubber penis which Wissenschaft was expertly attaching to the nefarious electronic mechanism which he had wheeled up to the edge of the examining table and positioned carefully between her strapped down legs. The phallus attached neatly to a stout metallic shaft which seemed to work on some kind of a piston principle, but the basic mechanics of the AGISM was not what was giving the young nurse cause for concern at this particular moment, it was the size of the artificial sex organ which Wissenschaft had selected. It seemed to be half again as large as John Mean's penis, and even her former lover had occasionally hurt her when he lost control of himself and became too rough.
"No! No!" she shouted, now really terrified out of her mind. "I couldn't possibly take that inside of me! You'll hurt me. You'll kill me!"
"Now, now, Miss Perkins," the Professor replied sadistically. "Do I have to remind you that you are in the hands of the most celebrated sex expert in the Western World? I have never caused any of my patients or staff more than momentary discomfort, and I am sure we can fit a size two very nicely into your little vagina, although there may be a few awkward moments while the interior muscles of your womb adjust to this unaccustomed pressure. Now are you concentrating on your erotic fantasies?"
"No! No! No!" the agonized young girl began to scream in utter torment as Wissenschaft began to fasten the artificial penis to the relentless drive shaft which would piston it mercilessly into the sensitive depths of her body. The penis seemed to be made of some special hardened rubber with a minimum of flexibility, and appeared to be at least seven inches in length and perhaps an inch and one half in diameter; and the terrified young nurse was sure that it would do her serious bodily damage if it were thrust abruptly into the unprepared depths of her tender and little used vagina.
"Ah, yes, I had quite forgotten your injection. Before we start, let me calm your nerves a little, since I can't allow you to disturb our other clients with your screams." Anything, Jenifer was thinking insanely as the criminal physician gently filled a hypodermic needle full of some clear colorless liquid and injected it expertly into her arm. Knock me out! Make me unconscious! I can't face it!
Somehow the tiny pin prick in her arm helped clear the girl's mind, and she realized clearly that she was not dealing with a totally sane man. Professor Wissenschaft might be as brilliant as he was reputed to be, and he might even have developed some techniques useful for helping people with sexual disorders, but Jenifer Perkins had been a nurse long enough to recognize a nut when she saw one, and the German scientist obviously fell into that category. What was also obvious was the fact that there was very little she could do to help herself in her present circumstances: escape was out of the question; she had already tried to argue him out of this madness and failed. Clearly there was nothing left for her now but submission! All she could do was to lie back on the foam rubber padding of the examining table, submit to this cruel rape by a machine, and hope that the pain did not become unbearable. When it was all over, she could try to make some plans to escape. Maybe Rod, the young man she had met by the swimming pool, would help her in some way. Surely a decent young man like that could not be a party to an atrocity like this....
CHAPTER SIX
"Well, the only thing I can tell you, Doctor Garner, is that I'm pretty damn discouraged. We've tried in-depth psychoanalysis, special health diets, sex-therapy exercises, erotic literature, and a half dozen of your female surrogates have done their level best with me. Nothing seems to be working. Now the best thing for me to do is just to take my limp cock and go home. Maybe I can get interested in something else in life, or maybe my problem will just get better with time."
"Mr. Kent, please let's not be hasty," Garner replied quickly as the two men walked towards Wissenschaft's clinic. "Your case is somewhat out of the ordinary, I admit; and we haven't had the quick results we had all hoped for. But Professor Wissenschaft and I have been working on a completely new style of therapy for you which has never been tried before ... "
"Look, Garner, I simply cannot stand another session with one of your girls. They're all as beautiful as hell, and I suppose they are the champion fuckers of the Western Hemisphere, but when I climb into bed with one of them and my damn cock just lays there like last night's noodle, well ... it's too humiliating. I can't stand it anymore."
"Of course, of course! We understand your feelings completely, and Professor Wissenschaft has decided to abandon that brand of therapy in your case altogether ... although it seems to work wonders with our other clients. Listen, it will be a day or so before we can set up your new program. In the meantime, let me show you some of the equipment we have at our disposal here. Well give you a look at a few of our other patients who are presently undergoing certain specialized kinds of therapy. This is not a privilege we normally grant to our patients, but you strike me as a man who can be trusted with a few secrets. I know I don't have to caution you about discussing what you are about to see with anyone."
Without giving the depressed young war hero a chance to voice any further objections, Garner hastily led him in a side door which brought them to the observation booth overlooking the interior of Wissenschaft's clinic.
"You can speak normally here," Garner informed Kent, "because the room has been sound-proofed. Normally only visiting scientists are allowed to see this mechanism, but I thought it would interest you."
"But that girl!" Kent exclaimed suddenly, pressing his face to the two-way mirror and staring into the Professor's clinic, his blue eyes suddenly widened with surprise. "That's the girl ... I've been seeing every day in the swimming pool ... "
"Yes, poor thing," commented Garner insincerely, joining the young patient at the observation window and watching Wissenschaft make the final last minute adjustments to the AGISM before inserting the hardened rubber penis between the quivering pink lips of the stripped-down young woman's defenselessly exposed vagina. To Kent's surprise, there was pain and horror on the girl's face, and the young man felt a confusing combination of emotions rising up within him.
"But ... but I thought she was one of your case-workers," he told Garner unhappily. "She's a patient like me?"
"Yes, and with approximately the same kind of problem," the physician explained untruthfully. "That's why I'm letting you look in on her case. This young lady was the victim of a brutal rape a few years back, and it left her psychologically incapable of accepting a man's organ into her body. We have no choice but to prescribe a long and difficult set of treatments with the AGISM for her. This is her first treatment now, and unfortunately we'll be hearing some screams in a minute."
"Screams?" asked Kent in horrified astonishment. "You mean that contraption is going to cause her physical pain?"
"Unfortunately it seems to be the only means we have of loosening up those supercontracted cuntal muscles of hers," philosophized Garner with a helpless shrug of his shoulders, glancing covertly at the young war hero to make sure that all of this was having the proper effect upon him.
It was! Kent's handsome youthful features were contorted into a mask of concern as he watched Wissenschaft adjust the stiff leather straps in order to hold Jenifer's ankles in such a position that her milk-white thighs were spread even more widely, baring her sensuously inviting vagina to the world and stretching the already-taut muscles in her calves and buttocks until it seemed that she would soon be split up the middle. Despite the obvious pain and suffering involved, the sight of the young woman's dramatically exposed private parts was somehow quite erotic and Garner noticed with satisfaction that the effect was not lost on his male patient.
"My God, there must be some other way!" exclaimed Kent clenching his fists with unhappiness as they watched the maniacal German scientist moisten the huge artificial penis with some special variety of lubricating substance and then crank the unyielding shaft forward until the blunt rubbery tip of the mechanical cock was poised menacingly at the entrance to her cruelly-stretched cuntal lips.
"Professor Wissenschaft is convinced that this is the only reasonable form of therapy," Garner said coolly as if he were merely thinking out loud, "and he's normally correct about these things. It may be unscientific of me, but ... somehow I have the feeling that a gentle, sensitive man could get her to open up. It's such a pity she has to go through all this agony ... "
"Agggggghhhh!" came the tortured scream from the clinic as Wissenschaft cruelly used his hands to pry apart the vainly resisting lips of her vagina and forcibly insert the tip of the hard unrelenting cock into the tortured opening to Jenifer's tiny and almost unused little cunt. The tormented young nurse struggled desperately trying to break free of the bonds which held her prisoner, but her efforts were useless, and Wissenschaft heartlessly cranked the brutalizing shaft forward another inch into the cruelly spread slit of her cunt, bringing another wild cry of agony to her lips. Once the AGISM-penis was in position, Wissenschaft made himself comfortable next to Jenifer on the couch, sitting in such a way that his left hand could reach the control panel and his right hand could touch any portion of the nurse's ripely quivering young body. His fingers played lewdly over the warm naked flesh of her two trembling breasts as he talked, perfectly aware that Garner and Rodney Kent were now watching from the observation booth and confident that everything was going to go according to the plan.
"One of the benefits of the AGISM, Miss Perkins," he explained in the tone of voice a professor might use in lecturing a classroom of students, "is that it eliminates the unstable human element in sex. Some men are .better lovers than others and even a good man has his off days. With the AGISM, however, the only changes in performance are those which I cause for therapeutic reasons by means of the control panel. In a sense, we can say that you are now about to be penetrated by the world's most perfect lover. Naturally, a certain amount of pain is to be expected, but this is necessary if our treatment is to be successful, eh? The end, after all, justifies the means."
Jenifer lay in total hopeless dejection, now realizing clearly that she was at the beginning of what could prove to be a prolonged nightmare, and that there did not seem to be any way out. The tranquilizing injection which Wissenschaft had given her was starting to have its desired effect now, and her naked young body began to relax involuntarily as the powerful chemical started to go to work in her bloodstream. The thick rubbery tip of the Professor's mechanical penis was lodged painfully just inside of the expanded entrance to her cunt, but the weakened muscular tissues of her vagina were already starting to relax a little as her tensed body struggled to adapt itself to this new and unpleasant presence.
Meanwhile, in the observation booth, Rodney Kent suddenly turned away from the two way mirror, putting his hands to his forehead as if he had unexpectedly been stricken by a headache.
"Something the matter?" inquired Garner solicitously, anxious to keep the pressure on the young man. "Oh, it's just that ... well, a man in my condition had no business involving himself romantically with a woman, but I'd gotten to be friends with Jenifer in a way and it upsets me to see her suffer like this. If there was only something I could do to help ... "
"Really, Mr. Kent," laughed Garner scornfully, now realizing that everything was going perfectly. "With your present difficulties, I would not say you were in a position to offer Miss Jenifer any assistance whatsoever. I'm sure the AGISM will be able to do the job which needs to be done. But are you sure that was all you were feeling?"
"Well ... I guess it was my imagination, but seeing her all naked and defenseless like that, for a moment there, I thought I felt a littleyou knowa little bit aroused sexually. But I guess it was just my imagination."
"Well, I can see that this is upsetting you," chuckled Garner, now confident that they were going to be able to do exactly what Wissenschaft had planned. "Why don't you take two of these pills and lie down in your room for awhile and we can talk some more after dinner. Come, I'll walk you to your quarters."
The red light over the two-way mirror went out, informing Wissenschaft that the observation booth was empty. Now that was completely alone with his helpless victim, he was no longer obliged to act with the restraining knowledge that Garner and Rodney were watching him. That Garner is the best assistant I ever had, the Professor meditated as he bent over the nakedly lust-arousing form of Jenifer Perkins, but he takes, things too seriously, always objecting when I have a little bit of personal amusement with one of our patients. If a sex-researcher can't enjoy his work, who the hell can?
"And now, my dear," he announced to the frightened and trembling blonde-haired girl before him, "we can begin to work more seriously. A future vision of my AGISM will have an additional device to stimulate the patient's nipples while the main drive shaft is working on her vagina, but since this little extra is not available at the moment, I will take care of that aspect of it myself by means of manual manipulation. With your kind permission, of course."
Jenifer's nakedly upthrust breasts heaved in fear as the sadistic Professor reached across her voluptuous spread-eagled body and began to caress the rigid brown buds of her nipples, tweaking and twisting them heartlessly until she thought she would have to cry out with the weird combination of pain and pleasure he was inflicting upon her. Her fine white skin, now a little tanned after several days by the side of the pool, began to break out in goose bumps as she saw Wissenschaft's other hand reach for the fatal switch activating the AGISM and turning it to the position marked "LOW."
Even though she knew it was coming, the suffering young blonde, was caught off guard by the suddenly powerful motion of the sex-machine as it moved inexorably a few inches farther into her, vibrating gently as the electric current surged through the dynamo which powered this infernal device. She had been mentally prepared, after all of Wissenschaft's talk about pain and discomfort to be hurt and badly hurt, but the machine in fact was surprisingly gentle, gender in fact than John Means had ever been in bed with her. But the sensation was totally different, and being fucked by a machine was so bizarre and degenerate a notion that no matter how pleasant it was or might become, she knew in advance that she could never bring herself to accept it. This had to be wrong! Immoral!
Her whole body was squirming and even the confused and unhappy nurse could not decide if she was still struggling to escape the menace of this electronic lover, or whether she was not writhing with the beginnings of a genuine sexual ecstasy; but in any event she closed her eyes and prayed that her love-starved young body would not betray her. The worst thing that could possibly happenworse than being tortured, in factwould be for Wissenschaft to succeed in this perverse experiment and force her into some humiliating submission to an object as cold and unfeeling as the AGISM!
"Ah, my little machine is going to make you very happy, my dear," the sexresearcher promised her, his hands continuing to caress the sensitive erogenous nipples on her full swollen breasts, adding to the growing sense of humiliation and disgrace which she was feeling.
But Wissenschaft was growing impatient. The long mechanical cock was now gently sliding back and forth an inch or two inside the softly dilating lips of her tight young cunt, but there were at least five inches more to go before it was buried to the hilt. He had promised her a little pain, and the therapy called for both hurt and happiness. Now it was time for the hurt!
Flicking the control switch quickly forward to "MEDIUM LOW" he increased the pace and the depth of penetration of the stroke, sending the unyielding mechanical shaft without warning another three inches into the suffering depths of her womanhood. "Aaaaaaaggggghhhh!!!!!" she screamed, unprepared for this sudden transition from mildly pleasant sensations to serious discomfort. She begged him to stop, knowing in advance that she was wasting her time pleading with this heartless old pervert, but the vile intrusion into the super-sensitive interior of her almost-virginal cuntal passage continued, more strongly than ever before. Jenifer knew that never in her life had she ever been quite so filled. She tried to change her position in the hopes that this would ease the pain, but nothing really seemed to work.
"It's too big! she begged him piteously. "Please take it out! We could try some other time ... "
"My dear before you are finished with your course of treatments with the AGISM, you will be begging me for something bigger than the largest artificial cock I have, and in fact the greatest danger of using this little machine is the problem of women never again being satisfied by a mere human penis. By the way, my dear, you're coming along very nicely. I predict your first orgasm in less than five minutes."
"Never!" she raged at him, but it was difficult to talk intelligently with the unrelenting steel and rubber cock surging in and out of the sensitive tissues of her wetly inflamed cunt even at this moderate rate of speed, and the young blonde nurse knew that Wissenschaft could make it go even faster and deeper if he liked! But the sex-scientist was busy with his work and apparently no longer interested in continuing this idle conversation anyway, so Jenifer lifted her head up off the soft foam rubber of the examining table to look down in horror between her two widely spread legs and see what the fiendish doctor was doing now. Each time the mechanical shaft made a partial withdrawal from the depths of her moistly stretched vagina, Wissenschaft was coating it with some special lubricating fluid for the return trip, preparing to plunge it deeper and harder into her tight little cunt. However as the lubricating fluid had its desired effect, the pain and discomfort seemed to ease up and the anguished girl's head fell back on the rubber cushion, her blue eyes closing in utter and total despair. The artificial cock plunged deeper and deeper as she tried to relax her overstressed body, for Jenifer could sense that Wissenschaft had increased the power level of the machine, sending each stroke farther up into her than the one before it, as if he intended to split her helplessly naked body in two.
But the sex-scientist had not been lying when he had proudly announced that the AGISM was as good a lover as any man in the world. Despite her pitiful mental condition, the young nurse soon began to discover that the flames of genuine pleasure were stealing through her weakened body, starting to become more powerful and overwhelming than anything she. had ever known while having sexual relations with John Means, her only previous lover. Summoning all her moral courage, the high-minded young nurse fought back with all the strength in her nakedly strapped-down body, but the remorseless machine continued fucking regularly into her with cold metallic fury, and she realized with a sob that victory of weakened human flesh over electricity and steel was a virtual impossibility. Unless the AGISM itself became over-stimulated and blew a fuse, it was perfectly capable of going on like this all day, going deeper and deeper into her wetly responding cunt and faster and faster until she surrendered.
"Four minutes to your first orgasm, my dear," announced Wissenschaft calmly, consulting a stop watch as if this were a countdown for a missile launching, and then smiling down at her with his strangely menacing smile. "Let's see how close we can come to the specified time. I have a fondness for exactitude in these matters."
But Jenifer could barely understand what he was saying. There was a fire slowly building in her cruelly violated pussy, a fire which could not be extinguished no matter how hard she tried or struggled against it! Moan after moan began escaping passionately from her parted lips, and she knew instinctively that they were not cries of pain, but rapidly mounting sexual excitement.
Wissenschaft grinned to himself with a deep sense of criminal self-satisfaction, seeing that he and his marvelous sex-machine were once again on the verge of conquering another young and innocent woman and reducing her to the level of a grunting panting lusting animal. With a regular paying client, the old German would never have dared to take the liberties he had already permitted himself with Miss Perkins; but after all, he reasoned, she was an employee of his and a very well-paid one at that. She could not leave the premises for one year at the minimum, and that would give him plenty of time to make her see the light. Before a few weeks were out, she would be just like the others, begging him to let her spend just an hour to two on the AGISM to recharge her batteries. But while she was getting her kicks, he could see no reason in the world why he could not have a few of his own. In another few minutes, she would be completely out of her mind with wildly uncontrollable animalistic lust, and he would be able to do virtually anything he liked with her!
In fact, it was already clear that the girl was excited beyond any possible hope of restraining herself. Her nakedly sweating body was bucking frantically, but the scientist's keen eye detected that she was no longer pulling away from the ravages of the AGISM but trying desperately to jerk her aroused young body down towards it, screwing her smoothly rounded half-moon buttocks fiercely against the infernal machine so that the thundering steel penis would penetrate her hungering cunt even more deeply. Her head thrashed from side to side as she babbled incoherently, the cords in her neck tightening with the intensive muscular strain and her passion-taut breasts quivering beneath Wissenschaft's lewdly prying hands. She was almost out of her mind with lust, but the German scientist had a technique for determining precisely how mindlessly passionate a woman had become. The normal well-raised lady did not use certain words and phrases unless she was in the throes of a violent emotion, and Wissenschaft knew he could determine precisely how far down the road she had traveled by noting what she could be compelled to say.
"How do you like it now, my dear?" he asked tauntingly, bending over so that his face was only inches from hers. "Shall I turn AGISM on a little harder?"
"Ahhhh," groaned the sexually overwhelmed girl, wanting him to do precisely that, but far too timid and ashamed to ask him for it. "Come now, Nurse Perkins, that is not an intelligent response. I want to know if AGISM should be fucking you harder and faster. This is all being done for your benefit, you know."
"Oh, please!" she stammered, averting her face so that she would not have to meet his coldly intelligent eyes while she made her shamefully desirous request. "A little harder if you want...."
"It's not a question of what I want, my dear," he scolded her teasingly. "It's what you want! Just tell me what you want me to do and I'll have my little machine do it for you. Just say, 'fuck me harder, AGISM!' Jenifer's mind was by now completely swamped with thrashing waves of conflicting emotions, and she realized that the lewd flames of shameless desire were sweeping through her over-stimulated young body so powerfully now that she was no longer really in control of what she said or did. She was a sensuously helpless pawn in the cruel hands of this man, and the young blonde nurse suddenly understood with a desperate sob that she no longer possessed a will of her own. What did he want her to say?
"Fuck me AGAIN," he prompted again, twisting her erected little nipple cruelly between his thumb and forefinger as he urged her to mouth the obscene words.
"Oh yes, fuck me!" she found herself babbling suddenly, using the degenerate phrase for the first time in her life. "Fuck me harder and faster!"
"Nothing simpler, my dear," said the Professor delightedly, his hand quickly moving to increase the flow of electric current into his depraved mechanism, switching it immediately to "MEDIUM HIGH."
Jenifer felt the difference immediately, and the AGISM itself seemed to be losing control, slashing into her wetly churning cunt faster and harder than any human man could ever have done on the best day of his life. The fiery hot throbbing sensation deep within Jenifer's wildly sensuous body seemed to be becoming more intense and more overwhelming by the moment, and she felt herself slipping slowly but surely off the edge of human sanity. She no longer possessed even a molecule of self control over her violent passions, and she listened to herself in dismay as she began to babble out every foully obscene word she had ever heard in her entire life. "Yes, fuck it like that! Fuck my cunt! Fuck it until you kill me!" she shrieked insanely knowing somewhere in the back of her head that she was shaming herself worse than Wissenschaft could ever have shamed her. But she could not help herself; her body had surrendered completely to this devilish machine, and there was no way of fighting back. The huge rubber penis was now piling into her ecstatically throbbing vagina like the drive shaft on a steam engine, pummeling the soft delicate ridges of her cuntal flesh back and forth as it surged mercilessly in and out of her belly. Slowly her aroused young body was filling with a strange new sensation, the almost perverse desire to feel pain and pleasure at the same time ... to be hurt! To be ravaged! To be humiliated in every possible way! Nothing was too foul or depraved for her at this moment! She wanted it all inside of her, every murderous inch of it, and if it ripped her into shreds, then she would die the happiest woman on earth!
"Gottim Himmel!" exclaimed the Professor now intensely excited himself and quickly glancing at his wrist watch as if he had forgotten an appointment. "I am losing track of the time. You are three minutes from your orgasm, my dear, and coming along very nicely for your first experience, I must say. I think we will have no difficulty about raising your orgasmic rating well into the ninety percent level! Imagine that!"
Jenifer was not really following any of this mindless chatter, only conscious of the degrading fact that Wissenschaft was giving his sex machine some extra, unwarranted assistance. His lecherous hands exploring the sensitive area of her much abused and wetly stretched pussy, stroking her erect little clitoris just above the point at which the solid rubber shaft burrowed in and out of her moistly churning cunt. She knew he was humiliating her like the commonest whore in the world as he slavered over the indecently exposed pink flesh of her cuntal lips, at this point she did not care, not in the slightest! Nothing in her past life had ever prepared her for this kind of really explosive sensual ecstasy, and she was soaking it up like a dry sponge, turning on in an intensely physical way for the first time in her life to the fierce joys of real sexual stimulation. Masochism, subjugation, submission, all the degenerate feelings in the vast vocabulary of sex were sweeping over her, and at this point she simply cared for nothing but the utter and total pleasure of being fucked half to death by a mindless machine while a half-crazy German professor pinched and pummeled her nakedly helpless body until she was sure that she would never be a sane woman again.
Then suddenly, she felt an added weight of the spacious examination table next to her, and her eyes popped open to see what new outrage Wissenschaft was preparing for her pleasure-stricken young body. Revealing a strangely youthful looking body, the Professor had removed his pants and shirt and crawled up next to her on his hands and knees so that his long thin cock waves menacingly close to her parted lips.
What does he want? she wondered vaguely, watching with minimal interest as he positioned himself over her nakedly tormented figure, placing one knee on either side of her lushly shivering breasts so that his buttocks were poised just above the flat smooth plane of her stomach.
Her eyes glazed with the intense lust she was feeling, she watched as his lengthy, uncircumcised penis slowly came to life. It was nowhere near as large or as powerful as the one he had created out of steel and rubber, but it was a respectable-sized cock for a man in his sixties, and his erection soon became firm and hard as he waved it lewdly in her face. What is he doing? she asked herself, perplexed that he should be bothering her when she was nearing what promised to be the most explosive orgasm of her entire life. The sex professor moved forward another few inches until the rigidity of his cock brushed lewdly against her lips, depositing a drop of pungent seminal fluid on the tip of her tongue.
"Suck!" he commanded. Despite the desperate condition in which she found herself, Jenifer's stomach turned over with sudden revulsion as she understood precisely what he was demanding of her. This had gone a long way beyond a purely scientific experiment, and she understood clearly that Wissenschaft was permitting himself the pleasure of a private little orgy, taking advantage of the fact that she was no longer able to protect herself psychologically or physically.
"Suck or we turn off the machine!" he threatened her menacingly. Jenifer knew that she could never in her life allow this man to use the intimate sanctuary of her mouth as a repository for his vile sperm, and, in fact, she had once refused John Means when he had made this very same request of her. After all, she had been raised to believe that there were certain things a decent woman did not do, even in bed. If she would not do it for the man she had loved, she could not possibly do it for this monster, and she opened her mouth to try to tell him so.
It was not a wise move. The moment her lips were parted in an attempt to spit out her contemptuous refusal, the Professor agilely flicked his hips forward, ramming his thin but muscular cock into the depths of her mouth, and before she could shake him off, she felt the warm hardness of his penile shaft sliding quickly down the moist surface of her tongue towards the back of her throat. She tried to spit him out by thrashing her head violently from side to side, but it was no use, since the crafty old sex expert pinned her head firmly between his hands, holding her in such a position that there was no way in the world she could break free of this perverted oral embrace.
But her resistance lasted only a short minute. Despite its inventor's unscientific sex antics, the AGISM loyally continued to do its work, ploughing steadily in and out of her wildly undulating cunt and moving her closer and closer to an inevitable climax, no matter what Wissenschaft was doing ... and he was doing plenty! Pushing her cheeks together with the palms of his hands to form a tighter seal, the scientist began to move his hips slowly back and forth, sliding his hotly throbbing cock in as fast as it would go, and then withdrawing it almost all of the way but craftily leaving the blood-engorged tip of his cock just inside her wetly trembling lips so that the young nurse was always denied the opportunity to throw him off. The horrified, but still wildly stimulated blonde captive shut her eyes to avoid the horrifying sight of his hairy groin pounding relentlessly into her face, feeling her mouth slowly fill with saliva as he buried his punishing rod time and again deep into her throat.
Wissenschaft had not been so totally happy since the early years of the Third Reich, and he chuckled as he felt the young woman's lips close instinctively around the hardened shaft of his penis. The sex-scientist did his best to time his thrusts with the rapidly plunging action of the mechanical cock fucking in and out of the stretched little hole up between her wide-spread legs; he levered up over her on his hands and knees to achieve the desired angle of entry as he skewered viciously into her wetly ovaled mouth, treating her face precisely as if it were merely another cunt he could fuck as he pleased. Holding her blonde head immobile between his muscular hands, he watched sadistically as she sputtered and coughed. He knew from extensive past experience that the girl was now so far into the madness of masochistic desire that she would accept anything he chose to do to her ... just so long as the reliable gears of the AGISM kept churning away and driving that massive rubber penis deeper and deeper into the flutteringly convulsive depths of her over-stimulated little cunt.
Jenifer could feel the change sweep over her like a tidal wave, and the hopelessly impaled young nurse knew in a moment that from this point forward her sex life was going to be completely different; she would never be the same again after this traumatic physical experience. The very helplessness and humiliation of her situation was stimulating her far beyond her ability to control her emotions, and without precisely understanding why, she found herself licking and sucking on Wissenschaft's stiffly pulsating cock like a madwoman, trying to suck all the hotly searing semen from his old body and leave him dry and empty.
No one but Professor Wissenschaft could have timed it so exactly, and hardly anyone else would have bothered to try, but in fact they came together at precisely the same moment, only a few seconds ahead of the Professor's pre-announced countdown. The man's spasmodically plunging cock suddenly began to explode in streams of white seminal fury as Jenifer felt her own insides going up in flames, like a bonfire doused with gasoline, her lust-stricken loins arching high into the air to receive the final punishing strokes from the tireless electric fucking machine. As it she were offering her lushly naked body up in some bizarre pagan sacrifice, she gurgled and choked in pure animal ecstasy as the scientist's hot sticky cum flooded in torrents down her gratefully accepting throat. The girl's Adam's apple bounced with joy as she struggled to swallow every last drop of his warmly swirling cum, while tiny droplets of the white liquid trickled in a lewd stream down the sides of her cheeks.
But Jenifer was hardly conscious of the fact that the German sex-researcher had just emptied his sperm-bloated balls into the sanctuary of her throat, because what was left of her mind was concentrating on the wild erotic sensations racing uncontrollably through her over-stimulated body. Tears of pure and absolute joy mixed with droplets of cum on her cheeks as wave after wave of absolute physical pleasure undulated out in all directions from her thoroughly satiated little cunt, and her entire body seemed to float momentarily on air. In the back of her sexdazzled mind, the young nurse suddenly realized that the timid little orgasms she had occasionally experienced in the arms of John Means had been merely shallow imitations of the real thing! And now that she knew what real sexual pleasure was all about, she would never again be satisfied with the second best.
But the moment his violent cum had ended, Professor Wissenschaft hopped down off the table, acting precisely as if nothing whatsoever had happened. Standing by her side still without his pants, he patted her shoulder comfortingly while he slowed the machine to a gradual stop.
"And now, my dear, we will have a little sleep, eh?" he crooned at her in his best bedside manner, and Jenifer Perkins closed her eyes in perfect happiness as the mind-killing needle slid into the vein in her arm, knocking her into unconsciousness.
CHAPTER SEVEN
From: Garner To: Professor Wissenschaft As far as can be determined at the present moment, your psychological shock therapy is working perfectly. Kent and I observed Miss Perkins while she was being prepared for the AGISM treatment, and Patient No. 101 expressed an obviously sincere desire to help the woman in some way in order to spare her any further pain. Furthermore, and most importantly, he confessed that the sight of her defenseless nudity caused him to feel vaguely sexual, which you will agree is a long step in the right direction, since this is the first time anything or anyone here at the Institute has succeeded in arousing him. I allowed him to watch the AGISM treatment only as long as it was obvious that Miss Perkins was in severe discomfort since naturally, were he to witness her enjoying a stupendous orgasm, it would clearly destroy the feelings of sympathy and concern which the patient has built up in his mind as far as this female is concerned.
On the way back to his room, Kent plied me with more questions about Miss Perkins, making it obvious that he had become romantically attached to her. This creates the perfect psychological framework we are trying to establish since the only way he can "save" Miss Perkins from the pain he believes the AGISM will inflict upon her is to make love to her himself! Obviously this patient is a man with strong protective and altruistic feelings towards women, something we already know from his heroic efforts to save the Vietnamese women from the fire, and we may be able to re-create for him that same psychological setting here at the Institute. In Vietnam, he displayed his manhood (in the sense of his courage) by rushing into a burning building to rescue a group of women whom he did not even know. Thereafter, his partial failure to save all the women, plus the sight of their mutilated bodies, affected him so severely that his manhood (in the physical sense: His penis) refused to function. It has taken me some time to follow the subtly of your thought in this case, but now I believe I understand, and I confess myself astounded by the boldness of this therapy. By placing Miss Perkins in the psychological equivalent of a burning building (in this case the AGISM), we challenge Kent once more to assert his manhood to rescue her! Naturally I explained to Kent that I believed that a "good man " could do the trick, thus saving our poor suffering patient from further torment with the AGISM. As you instructed, I showed Kent the interconnecting door which leads from his room to Miss Perkins' and encouraged him to stop by and see her after she was returned from the clinic. I explained that sometimes patients needed comfort after a prolonged session with the AGISM, and since we were short on our nursing staff at the moment, asked him if he would mind sitting by Perkins' bedside while she recovered from the effects of her AGISM therapy. He agreed quite, enthusiastically and went hunting for a book of poetry to read to her as soon as she regained consciousness. If past experience is any guide. Miss Perkins will be quite ready for more sexual activity as soon as she awakens since the aphrodisiacal effects of the AGISM are well known to us by now. Naturally, her timidity and shame will prevent her from admitting to him that she has already enjoyed one spectacular orgasm, but I imagine her physical desires will be quite uncontrollable at this point. I foresee no difficulty as far as Miss Perkins is concerned and suggest that she may develop into an excellent case-worker/surrogate, after appropriate training.
The only question mark is Patient No. 101. The psychological conditioning is perfect and the scene has been set: But will the actor rise to the occasion?
GARNER
CHAPTER EIGHT
"Man, what a day!" complained Brad, tossing his heavy muscular body down on a couch in the lounge reserved for case-workers and surrogates. "I don't care right now if I ever fuck anybody ever again. I'm pooped!"
"Oh, listen to this!" laughed the cheerful redheaded woman named Lilly. "Old reliable's tired and can you imagine how long he's going to stay that way? The moment somebody gives him a martini, he'll be chasing all of us around the room, ripping his clothes off!"
"Yeah, you can talk all you want, sweetheart," replied Brad good-naturedly, "but when all is said and done, all you've got to do with No. 17 is lay there and spread your legs. At his age, I don't imagine he's in much of a position to tire you out, but I've got to work like a Trojan to strike some sparks in that damn No. 23. She's the coldest fish I've ever had to work with, despite the fact that she looks like the greatest lay this side of Hollywood, and I've put my poor cock into some iceboxes in my day. It takes a half an hour of pure misery to get her a little bit warmed up and then do you know what she does? When I've been fucking her for all I'm worth until my head is ready to fall off, she says, 'Brad, dear, you can do it even harder if you want. I think I'm starting to feel something.' Really, there must be a pill or something for a case like her. Hasn't the old man come up with anything stronger, Doctor Garner?"
"Sorry Brad," commiserated the European physician nonchalantly, "but we've come a long way with No. 23 since the day she checked in here, and Professor Wissenschaft feels its time to start tapering off on the aphrodisiacs. He says they're not too good for your liver, although his own damn liver must be about ready to fall out because he eats them by the bushel-basket. What would you say No. 23's Orgasmic Rate is by now, anyway?"
The black-haired young stud was clearly not in the mood to discuss patient therapy at this particular moment, but Doctor Garner was the Assistant Director of the Institute and when he asked a question, he got an answer ... and this was supposed to be a staff meeting. Brad wearily pulled a battered leather notebook out of his pants pocket and flipped thoughtfully to the page marked "Patient No. 23". After a rapid scanning of his notes, he looked up at Doctor Garner, a more professional tone in his voice.
"Okay, I haven't tabulated today's results yet, but I guess things do look pretty good. For straight face-to-face screwing, she's close to one hundred percent; actually we haven't had one failure in thirteen tries, and I'm convinced she's orgasmically okay as far as the missionary position is concerned. In the fun and games department, she still is a little slow, and it's not her orgasmic rate I'm worried aboutbecause she always cums sooner or later. It's just the amount of time and energy it takes to get anything out of her. I'm getting paid for this, but her husband isn't, and he may not have the patience or the training to hang on in there as long as she needs."
"Okay, shoot with the specifics," snapped Garner, opening his own notebook and preparing to jot down a few recommendations for Doctor Wissenschaft. These weekly staff meetings were a good way to allow the case-workers to share their experiences with one another and get problems off their chests, as well as providing an opportunity for Garner (and sometimes Wissenschaft if he was free) to check the progress of every patient with the appropriate case worker in an informal relaxed manner.
"Okay, Doctor Garner, here's your breakdown," obliged Brad, resigning himself to talking shop instead of doing some lazy complaining. "She reacts slowly but adequately to oral sex, and I think this is just a question of time, although the patient seems to have some serious psychological problems about going down on a man. I think it'll be easier with her own husband, but she just doesn't seem to get the hang of it. I suspect that there's a pretty strong masochistic streak in her character though, because she responds very well to a little rough treatment. We tried it yesterday afternoon, and when she attempted to back away, saying she wasn't feeling well, I shouted at her a little, twisted her hair, got her down on her knees with my cock in her mouth, and that little broad went to work as if she had been doing it all her life! Then after I creamed into her, I tossed her on her back, gave her a couple of licks on that sweet little clitoris of hers and she went off like a firecracker! Maybe we should mention this trait to her husband when we make out our final report?"
"Could be," commented Garner quietly, jotting a few words down on his pad. "Just keep the pressure on and if you can hold her at three orgasms a day for another week, I'll recommend to the boss that we send her home to Daddy on an experimental basis. If she sticks around here any longer, she's going to develop a romantic attachment for you, and we all know what a drag that can be."
"Do we ever!" groaned Lilly. "That old man of mine wants to eat me for breakfast every morning! He's already offered to set me up in an apartment in Manhattan! I should be drawing combat pay just for getting into bed with him! Isn't he cured yet? If there's something about sex he doesn't know and can't do, then it's a mystery to me!"
"Okay, let's talk about Patient No. 17," decided Garner seriously, now turning his attention to the sumptuously curly redhead who had been "treating" the millionaire client for the past three weeks. "How do you think his sexual confidence is?"
"Tops, at least with me," the girl responded honestly. "Although he may be getting too much of one person. Maybe we should switch him to a different surrogate for awhile to see whether it's just me, or whether he's really back in form. Belle, you're free at the moment, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I dropped the ball on our war hero," admitted the French woman despondently. "First time in my career, too; and I'm not feeling very happy about it. Can't I have him back for a few more sessions, Doctor Garner? If the kid is all right physically, then there's got to be something I could do to turn him on."
"Hold on, folks," cautioned Garner quickly. "Let's finish one patient at a time. Now Lilly, you say that Patient No. 17 is cumming like a twenty year old on his honeymoon. Have you moved him off oral therapy onto conventional sex as you were instructed?"
"As well as I could," confessed the sexy redhead with a mischievous grin. "But that man likes being eaten more than a kid likes ice cream cones. I get a kick out of it, too, of course."
"What you get a kick out of is of no consequence to us here," snapped Garner severely. "Get your kicks after hours, and follow Professor Wissenschaft's instructions while you're working! That patient has got to become accustomed to a certain amount of routine frontal sex or he'll never be able to handle his marital responsibilities at home."
"Now I'm not bragging," objected Lilly seriously, "but I think maybe I'm a little better looking than his fifty year old wife, and it's just possible that I might be better in bed, too. How do we know that he won't turn off again as soon as he gets home and takes a look at the old lady?"
"We don't," admitted Garner frankly. "And frankly, it occurs to me that maybe we ought to acquire the services of an older, less attractive surrogate for cases like these. I think your point is valid, and I'll certainly raise it with Wissenschaft at the first opportunity."
"Let's get back to me," objected Belle for the second time. "Have you got another case coming in for me? I am still upset about having No. 101 taken away and assigned to that new girl, what'shername! I mean she looks like a chocolate-covered million dollar bill, I admit, but we know from experience here that girls who look like that sometimes don't know what end is up when they get into bed with a man. Is she having any luck with him? Why isn't she attending staff meetings like the rest of us?"
"Yeah, what's the scoop on that chick, anyway?" demanded Brad, sitting up on the couch now that they were talking about something which really interested him. "Has anyone tried her out? Is she any good?"
"This is a very new and different kind of experimental therapy," explained Garner patiently, obviously choosing his words with great care. "And at this stage of the game, everything is very touch-and-go, so you are all strictly ordered not to interfere in the slightest way with what-we're trying to do. Miss Perkinsthat's the new girl's nameis sexually very naive and inexperienced, which is why we hired her, and if this therapy works, we stand to cure one of our toughest patients, plus having successfully tested a brand new technique. Now whether it works or not, once Patient No. 101 checks out, Perkins will have to go through a standard training program and become qualified as a surrogate/case-worker, just like the rest of you. But right now, we're counting heavily on her sexual innocence to bring off a style of treatment which is very, very touchy, so hands off! And that means you, Brad."
"Okay, okay, I know the rules, but how about letting me put her through the training program as soon as I finish with No. 23?"
"We'll consider it, unless a more urgent case comes through. In any event, you have to split the responsibilities with Professor Wissenschaft. The Boss can't wait to get his hands on her, and the line forms at the rear."
"No pun intended?"
"No pun intended, although now that you mention it the Professor will probably have the exact same thought. This place gets less like a medical institute every day!"
CHAPTER NINE
This is ridiculous, the distraught young man told himself with a growing sense of irritation. You'rebehaving like a fifteen year old adolescent all over again, and you know perfectly well that there is absolutely nothing you can do in your present condition to help that girl. If she needed money, you could give her money; but what she needs is a good lover and that, my friend, is precisely what you ain't! Not any more!
But Kent continued to pace nervously back and forth in his room, pausing occasionally to glance through the open door which led from his comfortable elegantly furnished quarters to the more modest chamber occupied by Miss Jenifer Perkins. Garner had asked him to look after the girl when she was returned to her room after the grotesque experience with the AGISM, and for some reason, Rod Kent found himself filled with impatience waiting for her to come back. He had tried losing himself in a good book, and had even considered taking a walk down to the swimming pool for a quick refreshing dip, but the knowledge that they would shortly be wheeling in an unconscious Miss Perkins kept him rooted to the spot like a bronze statue. He could not shake the restless uneasiness which had been bothering him from the moment he had seen her, stretched out spread-eagled on the examining table in Professor Wissenschaft's clinic, all delicate and helpless.
But there was something more than mere moody restlessness bothering the millionaire's son; somewhere deep inside of him he was feeling a sensation he had not felt since his early days in Vietnam, prior to the incident of the burning house. It was sex! The more he concentrated on the memory of the violently depraved scene he had witnessed from the observation booth, the more he was sure that this was the real thing. And it had not come about as part of Wissenschaft's therapy, or while in bed with one of the Professor's lust-inspiring young surrogates like Belle or Lilly. It had been that particular girl and the knowledge that she was being hurt and tormented which was slowly but surely turning him on.
The memory was intensely clear, and as he closed his eyes tightly, it seemed to the impotent young war hero that he would see again in his mind's eye the softly sensuous swells of Jenifer's proudly stiffened nipples and the flat tempting plane of her stomach stretching tantalizingly down into the moist hair-lined furrow up between her legs. Inside his slacks, Kent suddenly realized that his long-dormant cock was twitching restlessly back and forth, slowly stiffening as his mind tortured him with the erotic memory of this mysterious young woman whom he had grown to know over a series of banal shuffle board contests.
"Take it easy, she's still unconscious," came Garner's voice from the corridor, and Kent's head popped up with sudden anticipation as he heard the wheels of a hospital cart moving down the hallway towards Jenifer's room.
For a moment, he fought against the temptation to rush immediately to her side, knowing from the doctor's words that she was out cold and that he would only make himself look ridiculous in front of the hospital attendants who were bringing her back in a comatose state from Wissenschaft's studio. He waited, every muscle in his body rigid with tension as he heard the door to her room open, and the hospital cart squeaking as the voluptuous young nurse was lifted limply into her own bed and covered with a sheet.
"Okay, lads, that's fine," he could hear Garner's voice in the next room. "I'll be along as soon as I've checked with the gentleman next door who's been kind enough to offer to give us a hand this afternoon."
This seemed to be his cue, so Kent went into the other room to find Garner bent over the prone and unconscious figure of Miss Perkins, tucking the white sheet around her naked shoulders. The girl's face, even in sleep, looked as if she had been through a great deal of anguish, and Kent felt an enormous emotion of real sympathy welling up inside of him. Surely there must be some kind of treatment less agonizing than this, he asked himself, but then quickly reminded himself that Wissenschaft was supposed to be the great expert in these matters. Not that he's done such a hot job on me, he added bitterly to himself, but then I suppose I'm a special case "Well, thanks for being here, Mr. Kent," Garner told him calmly, acting very much like doctors always act in the presence of worried friends and relatives after a patient has undergone a serious operation. "She's had a pretty rough time, and Professor Wissenschaft has given her something to make her sleep for awhile. But she may be somewhat confused and upset when she comes out of the anesthesia, and that's why I asked you to be here. I've noticed that the two of you had struck up a friendship of sorts and . well; I know I'm leaving her in good hands."
With a pat on Kent's shoulder and a comforting nod of his chin, Garner swiftly made his departure, closing the door firmly behind him so that it could only be opened from the inside, while the young former lieutenant looked around him, searching for a chair. Not finding one which looked comfortable he took the book of poetry he had intended to read to the young woman as she recovered, and settled himself at the foot of the bed.
Somehow with the lust-provoking figure of Jenifer Perkins lying unconscious before him, Kent discovered that he could not concentrate on his poetry and he found himself gazing fixedly at the girl's lushly ripened young body, obviously totally naked under the sheet which covered her. She seemed to be out cold, and suddenly a shameful temptation stole into his mind, a wild, uncontrollable desire to see her naked. body once more, this time at close range and with no one else around. Before, alone in his room, the mere memory of what she had looked like undressed had been sufficient to rouse him. Who knows? he asked himself, she's a patient like me and not a surrogate, but maybe....
No sooner had the overpowering temptation struck than he had yielded to it, his hand stealing up to where the sheet was tucked under the smooth, creamy flesh of her shoulders. As he had suspected, she was perfectly naked, just as she had been in Wissenschaft's clinic, and the sleeping girl gave no sign of regaining consciousness as he drew the sheet down and surveyed the magnificence stretched out before him. A strong athletic young woman, Jenifer had well developed feminine muscles beneath her taut, gently tanned skin, and her breasts protruded provocatively from her chest like two ripe and succulent cantaloupes. Below, his eyes wandered down to her slender waist, and he pulled the sheet even farther away, allowing his now excited gaze to rest upon the firm roundness of her hips, and the sparse golden triangle of pussy hair hiding her cunt.
Despite the fact that the combat veteran was a man with unusually steady nerves, Kent found himself trembling with an unexpectedly powerful emotion as he slowly uncovered the sleeping young woman, and it was all he could do to keep his hands off of her helplessly exposed and vulnerable flesh. For the first time in months, the young man felt his cock really twitching and twisting around in his pants like a wild animal struggling to break free, getting harder and longer every minute. A sense of pure joy broke over him as he sat in the silent room, grinning like an idiot from ear to ear. I'm cured, he told himself jubilantly. I'm all better! I can get it up again, and now I can use it, by God!
But how about the girl? Garner had explained in his cold scientific manner that she had suffered from an unusually violent rape, and could no longer make love normally to a man, which was the reason for those horrifying sessions with that monster machine, the AGISM. Would she permit him to make love to her, assuming he could? Would she even let him try, especially so soon after what must have been the most dreadful experience of her life?
The young woman stirred restlessly in her sleep, gradually recovering from the knock-out drug Wissenschaft had given her the moment her hurricane-like orgasm had begun to subside. Hastily, lest he seem like some kind of lewd voyeur, Kent recovered her splendidly arousing body, crossing his legs to hide the enormous erection which had now started to rise up between his own legs.
"Ohhhhh," she groaned softly, and Kent leaned forward to take her hand, knowing that there was a battle between lust and sympathy going on in his mind, but not yet sure which side was going to win. After all, what right did he have to try to take advantage of this poor troubled girl just because he thought that he himself had been miraculously cured? If she was so sick that she could not make love to a normal man, than she would scarcely be able to do it with him, no matter how hard and stiff his cock had suddenly gotten. He must control himself for the girl's own good! "It's Rod," he whispered softly, squeezing her hand as her eyelids began to flutter. "Don't worry about a thing, Jenny, the worst of it is over now."
"Oh ... Rod," she murmured, her mind obviously still fogged by the drug which Wissenschaft had administered. "I'm so glad ... you're here ... terrible things ... "
"Don't think about them, baby," he answered her sympathetically, moving closer to her on the rumpled bed so that he could stroke the softly golden hair which tumbled over her smooth silken shoulders. The girl rolled restlessly on one side as she struggled to focus her eyes, her mind filled with senselessly irrational joy at awaking in the company of this gentle comforting man, but as she moved, the sheet slipped down over her shoulders, exposing one deep, sensuously swaying breast to Kent's keenly interested eyes. The young man's head spun like a merry-go-round as he absorbed this unexpected sexual stimulation, and he realized that she was pulling him toward her, her arm muscles tightening as she tried to draw him even closer.
"Please ... don't leave me...." she murmured, obviously starting to feel the powerful aphrodisiacal after effects of a prolonged session with the AGISM. She herself was not entirely clear in her own head what it was she actually wanted, but there was an overpowering animal instinct which told her that she needed another human body next to hers, as if only genuine men could fight off the barbaric attacks of that mindless machine. She closed her sad blue eyes again, now feeling tired and helpless, but enormously happy that Rod was her to protect her, wishing he could lie down by her side, but not knowing precisely how to express such a scandalous idea to a proper young man whom she hardly knew.
Young Kent, on the other hand, was way ahead of her. Without actually having made up his mind to do what he was doing, he sensed that she was calling to him in some silent way and with his one free hand, the young man was rapidly ridding himself of his clothing, letting one garment after another fall quietly to the floor until he, too, was perfectly naked, poised by the side of the bed. Jenifer felt as if she were floating, and there was no fear in her mind, even though she was somehow aware that Kent was crawling carefully under the soft, silken sheet to be beside her.
He put his strong protective arms around the warm nakedness of her much-abused body and pulled her close to him. "I've been thinking a lot about you lately," she heard him say, his voice sounding as if it were coming to her as if from a great distance. "I think I've got kind of a crush on you."
Given the fact that they were now lying naked in bed together, Kent's remarks would have struck an observer as fairly ridiculous, but to Jenifer, they seemed warm and comforting in a friendly sort of way, and she rested her weary head on his muscular shoulder, feeling the soft rush of his hot breath as he pushed his face close to hers. "Did they hurt you badly in there?" he wanted to know, and she opened her pleading blue eyes again to look at him.
"It was bad at first," she stammered, a little embarrassed by the violent passions Wissenschaft had been able to stimulate with his infernal machine, and not wanting to tell him about the way she had screamed one vile obscenity after another as the AGISM had fucked her senseless. The bed creaked as Kent eased his hard-muscled body even closer to the sensitive softness of her breasts, but somehow Jenifer felt no fright, even though she knew that this was all a prelude to some form of sexual activity. There was nothing left in life for her to fear now, at least as far as sex was concerned; Wissenschaft had already done the worst to her that had ever been done to any woman. She had already gone all the way down into the depths of degradation and humiliation, and nothing that Rodney Kent could do to her now could possibly make matters any worse.
But after all was said and done, it hurt her head when she tried to think, and it simply felt good to have him there beside her. Somehow she would have thought that after a wildly violent session on the AGISM, a normal woman would not be interested in sex for at least a year, but for some strange reason, Jenifer was already feeling vaguely aroused, and she jumped a little but did not pull away as Kent's hardened penis brushed accidentally against the soft flesh of her leg. He's excited, too, she told herself, wondering dreamily what sexual problem had brought the young man into Professor Wissenschaft's clinic in the first place. He's obviously very potent, she assured herself.
Kent's hand moved carefully over her warm naked shoulders, and he caressed the softness of her back, pleasantly surprised to find that she did not draw away from him in disdain. He had been worried that the horrible experience with the AGISM would somehow have turned her off as far as sex was concerned. Actually, though, she seemed perfectly passive and submissive, as if he were perfectly free to do absolutely anything he chose to do with her now. It was the first time in many months that the young ex-lieutenant had felt himself able to make love to a woman, and now he found himself absolutely trembling with excitement, droplets of hot seminal fluid already oozing from the lust-swollen tip of his eagerly pulsating cock as he pressed his hungering body against hers.
For a moment, he contemplated telling her that he had been completely impotent up to this very moment, and it was she who had cured him. He also considered the notion of playing the real gentleman and asking her for permission to make love to her, but after a moment's consideration, he rejected both ideas. For one thing, he suspected that she was in a very delicate and precarious mood just at this moment, and too much chatter would ruin everything for both of them. After all, Garner had said that this was not a woman who was capable of making love normally with a man; she seemed in this moment as if she might be able to yield to him, and he wanted to do nothing to ruin their chances. They were both patients, and they had to move carefully to avoid disrupting this sensitive new thing which had somehow developed between them.
Jenifer's naked young body shivered as she felt Kent's hands roaming lustfully over her back, inching their way gently down to caress the ripely full half-moons of her buttocks. She could feel his hot breath on her cheeks, and vague thoughts of objecting to his advances wandered aimlessly in and out of her mind, but somehow she felt no real compulsion to interfere with what he was doing. This was his show, she told herself dreamily. Let him do whatever he wants. I'm helpless.
"Ooooooohhhh," she murmured slowly as the lust-driven young man carefully drew down the sheet, completely denuding her sensitively quivering breasts and pushing the covering down around their hips. His hands quickly followed his gaze, and before she could gather her wits together enough to protest, his fingers were gently massaging the full swollen globes of her breasts, forcing her to whimper as the crude animal lusts began to rise again within her own drug-aroused body. Her proud young breasts were trembling under his touch, and the inexperienced young woman felt the rosy brown tips of her nipples hardening as he tweaked and twisted them, delighting himself with her softly yielding flesh.
Hazily, the thought drifted into Jenifer's mind that Rodney Kent was far too well mannered and polite to insist upon having sex with her, even though it was obvious that he desired it very badly, and she knew that he would certainly stop cold the moment she told him to. But the knowledge that he would not deliberately hurt her gave her a certain amount of self-confidence. Somehow the weakened urge to stop him from what he was doing faded away as if it had never been there to begin with. To her own amazement, she felt her body begin to respond ardently to his gentle caresses, her naked flesh straining back against his hands and fingers as they coursed lasciviously over her. As she rolled submissively over on her stomach, the young man seemed to want to touch the full, lust-inciting moons of her buttocks, and she sighed with contentment as she sensed him rising up on his knees over her, throwing the sheet off them completely and rubbing the flaccidly yielding cheeks of her buttocks in tiny tantalizing circles.
Poised over her in a position of superior strength, Rod Kent looked down with absolute sensual delight at his own pole-like penis which was waving proudly back and forth in front of him like a flag of victory. Further down, his lust-widened eyes could see the puckered brown opening of her anus appearing and disappearing between the spheres of her buttocks as he caressed her. For an awful moment, Kent was possessed with the terrible temptation to bend over and kiss her there, but he held himself back, knowing that little perversions like this were better delayed until after they had gotten to know each other better. Besides, the young war hero could see quite clearly that Jenifer was in a very special mood of submission, and he feared that any abrupt or lewd move on his part right now could easily ruin everything for both of them.
Besides, there was so much more that he had to see! Very, very gently, he turned the willing but still half-drugged girl over on her back, and she groaned slightly at the effort involved in this motion, her eyes once again shut.
It was a weird kind of sex game they were playing with one another. Jenifer was drowsy but conscious, and she knew perfectly well that a man she had only know for a few short days was on the verge of making passionate love to her, but somehow it seemed important to her that she appeared to him to be half asleep and not really responsible for her actions. Rod Kent, on the other hand, still felt a trifle guilty about what he was doing, and he preferred not having to look her in the eye while he was doing it. It was a game, and they were both playing it for all it was worth. As she rolled submissively on her back, the girl groaned, like a child disturbed in its sleep, her long, finely tapered legs spread slightly, exposing the tantalizing pink-rimmed flanges of her cunt.
Fully expecting that she would clamp her thighs together defensively, Kent slowly inserted the edge of his hand into the satin-like softness of her pussy, exploring until the tips of his probing fingers established contact with the moist flanges of her cuntal lips. The girl's naked succulent body jerked spasmodically from a naturally instinctive reaction, but she made no effort to cover herself or pull away from him. This off-and-on again reaction filled the young man with an immediate sense of satisfaction and confidence.
Jenifer groaned again, very quietly this time as if the sound were meant for her ears alone, feeling a warm liquidly rippling sensation tripping through the excited nerve endings in her loins. It was a wildly erotic feeling for the girl to be laying still with her eyes shut tight, but knowing that this strange man was hovering over her, as naked as she, his eyes feasting on all the curves and indentations of her nakedly vulnerable body. Rod was treating her flesh with almost a sense of reverence as if he were a pagan worshipping a fertility goddess, his trembling hands wandering gently over the flatness of her smooth white stomach and the lasciviously down again to the rich moist darkness up between her trembling legs. Each gentle caress brought a soft passionate sigh to her wetly parted lips as he deliberately excited her, moving her expertly from one level of passion to another. Before the tragic incident in Vietnam, the millionaire's son had been an accomplished cocksman. Now, all his sexual skills were coming back to him, and he intended to use them as well as possible.
So she can't make love, eh? he said to himself a little savagely. Well, let's see if we can't give that old fraud Wissenschaft two miraculous cures in the same night! Jenifer, on the other hand, had almost completely given up thinking altogether, lost in the delicious erotic pleasure of surrendering her voluptuous young body totally to this almost complete stranger. When he bent over her like a healing physician, fastening his wetly hungering lips to her pebble-hard nipples, the nurse knew that any resistance to him was now out of the question. They were going all the way, this much she could tell from the raging fire which was burning in the hotly throbbing pit of her vagina, slowly but surely threatening to consume her with the lewd flames of forbidden pleasure as his gentle hands brought a trail of delight across her naked flesh.
But can she do it? The question kept nagging Rod Kent mercilessly as he positioned himself expertly between the woman's quiveringly outstretched legs. Suppose Garner was right! What happens if she turns off the moment I try to stick my cock into her?
Yet unless his eyes were deceiving him, this was the most turned-on female he had ever seen. He could feel her quaking desperately out of control beneath him, her hips grinding unceasingly into the mattress as she arched her back up to meet him in a vain effort to scrape the softness of her breasts across his chest.
I've got to make her scream for it, Kent decided, giving into the temptation to play psychiatrist even in this crucial moment. I've got to torment her until she wants it so bad she can't say no when I finally shove it into her. She's got to beg for it!
Trying to give her the idea, the young ex-lieutenant levered up over the prone girl, taking her hand in his and guiding her trembling fingers directly to the viriley throbbing hardness of his cock. For a split-second, he sensed some hesitation, and then finally with a tiny agonized gasp, Jenifer took another running step in the right direction, and seized him firmly, wrapping her delicate fingers around his massive shaft, and tugging invitingly towards the open hair-covered lips of her hungering vagina. Kent gave in a little, lowering his loins down over her expectantly quivering body until the blood-engorged tip of his cock grazed the soft blonde pubic hair up between her legs, poised at the entrance to her womanhood like a rocket ready to fire.
But he still held back! Despite the evidence stretched out so plainly before him, the former Army officer wanted to convince himself even more. It might still be too soon, and if he penetrated her before she was ready, he could possibly undo weeks of Wissenschaft's patient labors. His own erection was holding hard and firm; there was no hurry. Before he began fucking into that delicious little cunt, he had to be sure she was totally prepared mentally and physically. First, a few elementary experiments!
Jenifer had gone beyond merely hungering for a man. Half-maddened by the aftereffects of the AGISM, and the tranquillizing aphrodisiac Wissenschaft had injected into her arm, she was now panting like a locomotive on a steep hill, her desire-ridden young body thrashing back and forth as she clung to Kent's long, hotly pulsating penis as if it were her only salvation.
Fuck into me, fuck into me, she was pleading in her head, but somehow she could not force this vile invitation out past her lips. He had to make the first move, and for some reason he was not making it!
But Rod Kent knew precisely what he was doing, and he followed his plan out to the letter, inching his way forward until he was poised on all fours over her lust-stricken body, his thick hardened cock swaying beneath him like the legendary sword of Damocles. The very sight of her from this position almost caused him to cum prematurely, but the ex-Army man held himself back with rigid self-control, lustfully surveying the tiny white flecks of orgiastic fluid clinging to her blonde pussy hair up between her legs, a positive proof of precisely how excited the lush-bodied young nurse had already become. For a moment he struggled with the fervent wish to drop down immediately between her widespread legs and ram his massively thickened cock home, giving it all to her in one violent soul-shattering push, but there were other things he wanted to try first. He had to be sure!
Ever since the moment he had first laid eyes on this girl, he had been watching her huge sumptuous breasts with an extra special sense of longing. As he reviewed his memory, comparing Jenifer with all the other girls he had ever known or seen naked, he realized that she possessed the most mouth-watering pair of breasts he had ever seen on a woman. Most females as big in the front as she was, would be sagging down to their belly-buttons by now, but hers were taut and proudly upthrust despite their amazing size. Now he began kneading them lustfully with his fingers, shivering with pure animal pleasure as he felt the warmly yielding flesh surrender to his touch. For a brief moment, Jenifer's eyes flickered open, seeing him hovering over her, his knees on both sides of her rib cage and his long thick cock jutting out like a spear from his groin, positioned in such fashion that it hung in the fleshy valley between the two swelling mountains of her breasts.
She had no idea what he was going to do, or why he was delaying so long, but at this point Jenifer was no longer the mistress of her own desire-stricken body. Whatever he wanted was all right with her!
Kent lowered his body gently down on top of hers so that the hardness of his rockhard buttocks was resting lightly above the flat plane of her stomach and his throbbing pole-like penis was lying happily in the furrow between the girl's proud hard-nippled breasts. He found that his hands were quivering slightly as he caressed her nakedly quivering flesh, but the determined young man knew exactly what he wanted to do, and he decided to get on with it, knowing that this next sensual maneuver would drive her straight out of her mind with unsatisfied desire. Putting one hand on each of her softly resilient mounds, Kent squeezed, pushing her breasts together in such fashion that his pulsating cock was trapped like a prisoner between them in a smooth velvety tunnel which resembled an artificial cunt.
Once in position, he began to rock slowly back and forth pushing the reddened, blood-engorged tip of his uncircumcised penis all the way through until it appeared on the other side, high on her chest, depositing a drop or two of the rich seminal fluid on her delicate skin before disappearing again into the softness of this depraved breast-tunnel. Jenifer lifted her blonde head up off the pillow in alarm as soon as she understood what he was doing to her; nothing like this had ever happened in bed with Doctor Means, and at first the idea struck her sex-dazzled mind as perverted and evil.
But the girl was too far down the road now to start voicing objections to anything her strange new lover wanted to do to her. It seemed as if the agonizing session on the AGISM had stolen the last ounce of will power from her nakedly shivering body, leaving her a helpless victim to the lusts of any man or any machine. If he wished to use her delicately sensitive breasts in this unnatural fashion, then that was his privilege, she told herself dreamily. Whatever he wants is all right with me! Maybe it will help him get over whatever sexual hang-up brought him here to begin with!
Kent could feel his over stimulated cock expanding and convulsing with every lewd stroke, and the young man excited himself even farther as he looked down lasciviously at her submissive young body. Her eyes were closed again, he noted as he fucked savagely back and forth between her tremblingly voluptuous breasts, and her mouth was open, her lips quivering with the weirdly masochistic emotion which was slowly conquering her, body and soul.
Kent looked again, studying her like a scientist observes a laboratory specimen, realizing that his own private form of sex therapy was having results which were little short of miraculous. Her reaction was staggering!
Jenifer's widened blue eyes were now open again, but the pupils were widely dilated, and he doubted that she was really seeing much of anything. Her tongue twitched unceasingly, dampening her parched lips, while the girl's restless hips squirmed wantonly beneath her, grinding with a lewd hunger down on the mattress. She had now flown completely out on control! This surely was the time to fuck her! Not a moment to be lost!
But still he delayed, his sex-maddened eyes dwelling on her softly parted lips, and a new, even more obscene idea floated into his head. Impossible, he told himself severely. A girl like this would never ... and yet? And yet, perhaps this would be the ultimate test! If she let him do what he wanted to do to her now, it would mean that she was almost certainly cured of whatever had been troubling her before. For a woman, this was the ultimate act of subjugation, of self-denial, of masochistic submission. A woman who would do what Kent wanted to do would do absolutely anything. The more he looked at her sensuously full red lips and thought about plunging his hotly pulsating cock in between them, the more excited he became. He knew that he was past the point where he could restrain himself. Now he was taking the chance of ruining everything, but he had to try!
Moving carefully and slowly as one does in the presence of a frightened animal, Rod Kent released his death grip on the woman's lushly full young breasts and began to work his way up her squirming torso, taking every precaution not to break the spell she was under. Leaning forward, his long thick penis touched the end of her chin, and although she must have known what it was, Jenifer made no move to pull away, or avoid what was coming. Another few inches forward, and Kent's hotly throbbing cock dangled directly over her open mouth, his heavy, sperm-filled balls drawing up against her chin.
Kent knew that he had to move slowly, but not too slowly, because if he gave her too much time to think about what was coming, he knew her natural instincts would take over, and she would push him away. He had started this dangerous game and now he had to keep it moving.
Jenifer's head was resting on a pillow, her long blonde hair sprayed out above her like a halo, when Kent raised his body slightly to allow his thickly heated cock to brush lightly across her lips. He repressed a groan as he felt the breath from her partially open mouth bathe the rigid tip of his cock with an agonizingly sensual warmth. Now was the critical moment! Now she would have to snap her jaws shut tight and the game would be over. He held his breath, waiting for an indignant cry of protest or a gesture of resistance.
But none came. Instead the girl's mouth fell meekly open, and she lifted her head slightly as her lips nibbled hungrily at the thick leathery foreskin of his penis. There was no point in delaying a second longer; Kent's hips flicked forward almost involuntarily, driving the long rigid shaft of his penis directly into the soft warmth of her mouth, and this time he was no longer able to suppress the groan of ecstasy which tumbled from his throat. It had never occurred to him that he could take things nearly this far, but unless his eyes were playing weird erotic tricks on him, Jenifer had closed her lips tightly around the muscular shaft of his introducing cock, creating a tantalizing suction which was slowly driving him mad.
At first, the dazzled young nurse seemed to be unsure of what was expected of her; obviously as an adult, welleducated woman she knew that some women did this kind of thing to men, but it had never in her life occurred to her that she would one day find herself in this bizarre obscene position ... lying nakedly spread-eagled on a bed in a sex research institute, with a man's heatedly pulsing penis in her mouth. And now it was happening for the second time on the same day!
And there was one other thing which had never occurred to her. She had never imagined in her wildest fantasies that she could enjoy the taste or the wildly erotic thrill she got from feeling it throbbingso warm and so powerfullyin her mouth.
Experimentally, she started using her tongue, swishing it gently across the broad bulbous cock-head while she sucked in on him, trying to draw even more of his virile shaft into her throat as if she wanted to swallow him alive. The saliva secreted by the glands inside her mouth was mixing slowly with the seminal fluid emitted by his convulsing over stimulated cock, and in a minute, she realized that the taste was not at all what she would have expected. The man was clean and the warm liquid which was rapidly filling her mouth was slightly salty and pungent, but not in the slightest distasteful. With a hunger she could not disguise, the young nurse began to suck on him as strongly as she could, as if this were something she had done a thousand times before.
Above her, she could hear Rod Kent grunting with passion as he began to thrust gently in and out of her, pushing inwards against her cheeks with his hands in order to increase the pressure upon this throbbing instrument. At first he had merely intended to make her take him momentarily in the mouth, just to see if it could be done, but now he wanted the whole treatment, from start to finish. He wanted to spew his hotly searing cum into her mouth and hold her tightly so that there would be no way of avoiding this hideous degradation. The young man himself was half out of his mind now with his newly regained sexual powers and he wanted it all in the first day, dominating this frail defenseless young woman as she had never been dominated before. He fucked into her harder and harder, stimulated by the groans and mews of submission and servile acceptance which rumbled in her throat, worming his long, wetly glistening cock in and out of the tight little hole formed by her hungrily clasping lips precisely as if her delicate mouth were simply another cunt into which he could fuck to his heart's delight.
But this was not destined to go on forever. The young man had been stimulated far beyond normal limitations, and all the accumulated lust of months of impotence welled up suddenly and overpoweringly inside of him. His loins were growing hotter by the instant like a boiler without a pressure valve and the tension in his wildly swinging balls was rapidly becoming unbearable. His rapidly ballooning cock got bigger and harder by the second as the hot impatient cum threatened to rush out of his sperm-laden testicles into the defenseless cavity of her cruelly-stretched mouth.
Then the room was filled with noise. First a long low wail broke from the young man's lips as he felt everything inside of him start to explode, and he knew with a certainty that nothing in the world could have stopped him from cumming into her mouth now. Gripping her head savagely between his iron-hard hands, he came endlessly into her, shoving his wildly ejaculating cock down into her gurgling throat as far as it would go, until it seemed inevitable that she would choke and drown on the massive stream of searing white cum he was pouring into her greedily sucking mouth.
Jenifer groaned, too, at the same critical moment, feeling an irrational masochistic joy as the needle-like geyser of semen sprayed into the back of her throat. The same fundamental animal instinct took command and she began to gulp automatically, her Adam's apple bobbing frantically up and down as she gluttonously sputtered and swallowed the veritable ocean of accumulated sperm the combat veteran was spewing into her gullet. She sucked and sucked and sucked, as if she had been born into the world for this purpose and no other, lashing at him with her tongue in a mindless frenzy of extreme self-denial, wanting only to please him and make him strong and happy once again. Even after the man's body lay motionless above her, Jenifer went on timidly nibbling, licking lasciviously at his slowly wilting organ and wiping away the thin white threads of cum which stretched between her subservient lips and his penis.
CHAPTER TEN
"Have you ever been in love, Professor?" asked Belle casually, leaning back on the comfortable leather-covered couch in Wissenschaft's inner office, her mischievous eyes never leaving the lust-provoking scene before them on the television screen.
"What kind of ridiculous question is that?" grumbled the old German scientist irritably, annoyed at having his concentration disturbed at this critical moment. "Can't you see we are witnessing a profound breakthrough in medico-sexual therapy? That patient is cured! And he was cured by the use of techniques which have never before been used in the Western World!"
"Oh, I can see that he's cured all right, and I hope you'll give him a chance to prove it with me at least once before he's discharged," responded the Frenchwoman lustily, her eyes still trained enviously on Rod Kent's long muscular cock. The young war veteran was now lying happily by Jenifer's side, his strong arms wrapped tightly around her warmly writhing body while he kissed her passionately on the lips. Right after his soul-shaking orgasm, his cock had gone slightly limp for about a minute, and then gradually regained its rigidity, and all the assembled observers in the control center realized that it was a matter of mere minutes before the two would be reunited in another wild sex act. "But you called us in here to learn and ask questions and I've asked you one."
The Professor was annoyed by the female surrogate's unusual persistence. He made a mental note to call her to his private quarters tonight and administer a little of his personal brand of sexual punishment for this breach of good manners. How dare she ask him such a silly prying question! But Wissenschaft made a great point of never losing his temper in front of his staff, except occasionally when done with Garner, and he got a grip on himself, taking into consideration the fact that Belle was his oldest and most trusted case-worker. The French girl was probably upset because this new employee, Jenifer, had succeeded spectacularly where she had failed miserably. Undoubtedly, she was worried about her own professional standing at the Institute.
"I don't see what love had to do with what we are witnessing," he lectured to them, sternly turning his head slightly so that he could glare at Brad, Belle, Lilly, Garner, and the other few privileged staff members he had invited in to his command post to review the results of his daring new therapy with Rodney Kent. "We set up a psychological situation where the patient was forced to break through his emotional block in order to rescue a girl whom he falsely believed to be suffering. As we have seen, he has just succeeded in bringing off one very successful sex act, and I would stake my scientific reputation on the probability that he will now proceed to a conventional act of frontal coitus which will almost certainly result in an orgasm for the surrogate. What has love got to do with this?"
As he spoke, his prophesy seemed to be coming true before their eyes. Jenifer had continued to suck and nibble at the young man's penis until he was restored once again to full hardness, and after only a few minute's rest, and a few whispered words which the hidden microphones had not been able to pick up, the two of them were back at it again, pawing at each other like two animals who had been deprived of sex for a year. As Garner refocused the cameras for a close-up shot, they could see that Jenifer was in no further need of preparation, since the wetly inviting aperture of her over-stimulated cunt was visibly throbbing in desperate anticipation. Kent reared up over her, using his fingers expertly to part the moist blonde pubic hair and guide the bluntly re-hardened tip of his cock into the softness of her warm waiting cunt. Without bothering with any more preparatory foreplay, he lunged forward, burying the length of his long hard cock to the hilt into her palpitating little cunt, sliding freely all the way up to the sensitive inner flesh of her cervix. The young nurse gasped loudly when she felt his viriley heated testicles slap against her upturned ass-cheeks, and this time the microphones had no difficulty in picking up exactly what she said.
"Oh fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me ... please!" she was pleading with him mindlessly over and over again, now utterly shameless and stricken with a desperate sexual need which could no longer be denied or concealed. She was too aroused now to worry about using the forbidden words of lust, and all her puritanical childhood training had abruptly fallen away from her like an ill-fitting suit of clothes, leaving her nakedly exposed for what she was: a lusting, panting, desiring bitch in heat!
The observers, all experts in this bizarre field and all perfectly familiar with the violent reactions of women and men during the act of sex, could tell immediately that Kent was encountering no resistance at all as he pummeled hotly into her, since the smoothly moistened walls of her well-lubricated cunt were thoroughly stretched from her experience earlier that day with AGISM. From the expression on the young war veteran's face, they could tell he had regained his male potency to the fullest, and the experts all sensed that the firmly clasping walls of her pulsating young vagina must be driving him crazy with their hot, unrelenting tight pressure.
"Ohhhhh! So Good! Fuck it like that!" they heard her croon, now virtually out of her mind with sexual stimulation and lust, her arms snaking up around his neck as if she were suffering from some blindly irrational fear that he would try to break away from her.
As if in answer to her urgent demands, Kent plunged his long hot cock deeper and deeper into the soft warmth of her wetly clasping cunt, feeling her open up to him completely, her vagina flowering open like a blossom touched by the morning sun. If there was ever anything wrong with this girl, Kent thought to himself happily, it's all taken care of now! She's in perfect shape! Could it really be that we've cured each other?
The evidence before his eyes was convincing. Jenifer's whole body jerked and twisted nakedly with obvious and undeniable passion, her mouth working silently as she formed obscene words she lacked the breath to speak aloud. The girl's lushly formed young body writhed as if she were in the throes of electro-shock, her fine sensitive breasts now covered with a light sweet-smelling layer of sweat which made her skin glisten dramatically while her long luxuriously blonde hair thrashed wildly back and forth on the pillow.
"The guy is pretty good," commented Brad grudgingly, adjusting his chair so that he could view the lust-arousing scene a little better. "No real professional style, of course, but for an untrained amateur he's got a pretty reasonable technique and a lot of staying power. Now when you consider the fact that he hasn't made love for several months ... "
"Hey, we're getting off the track," objected Belle, still nagging at the Professor. "I was asking our boss if he's ever been in love and he was dodging the question. Am I out of order, Professor?"
Ordinarily in such a situation, Wissenschaft would have told the inquisitive caseworker to mind her own business, but something in the tone of her voice told him that the question was serious and had some relationship to the interesting case they were observing. Belle had worked for five years at the Institute, and despite her recent failure with Rodney Kent, he knew that she had observed a good deal of medicine and a lot of psychology during her assorted experienced as a sex surrogate. Her professional opinion on most matters was to be respected, and he wisely decided that she deserved some kind of an honest answer, even though he had not changed his mind about giving her a little private treatmentperhaps with the help of the AGISMafter the business at hand was concluded.
"All right," he snapped, trying to sound more irritated than he genuinely was, "since you insist upon asking silly questions, I suppose you should get an answer. I am a scientist, pure and simple, and a vague concept like "love" is not something which can be defined or measured or observed or filmed or treated in any way like a good scientific thing should. Therefore, I have never in my life bothered my head about it! I am quite convinced, if you want my honest opinion, that the word love was invented by one of your romantic English poets to rhyme with 'dove' or maybe 'Heavens above' or something of the kind. Frankly, the concept does not interest me. Sex, on the other hand, is a concrete scientific reality; something you can work with!"
There was a triumphant look on the young Frenchwoman's face as Wissenschaft finished his little lecture, and she turned immediately to Doctor Garner. The younger scientist was studying the screen before them, apparently not participating in this idle discussion, but he jumped a trifle when she spoke to him, revealing that he had been fearing that this same troublesome question would come his way.
"And how about you, Doctor Garner," the girl insisted. "Have you ever been in love?"
The Institute's cold-mannered assistant director glanced nervously at his boss, and the surrogates exchanged a series of significant looks among themselves, never having seen this very professional clinical specialist upset over anything before.
"Perhaps ... when I was very young...." he stammered uneasily, "I may have experienced the emotion you are talking about ... it was a very long time ago ... ah the Professor says, the term is not very scientific ... nothing measurable about it ... one tries to forget these things...." And his voice trailed off as he avoided their eyes and concentrated all his attention on the screen.
"Pay attention now!" commanded Wissenschaft, obviously anxious to break off this pointlessly unscientific conversation. "I think our surrogate is cumming! Should be about a Class Seven orClass Eight Orgasm, what do you think, Garner?"
"Might go as high as a Ten," suggested the assistant, a little distracted. "Pity she isn't wired, or we could tell for sure, but it's going to be a big one, no question about it." Gamer was, as usual, right on target. Jenifer was panting audibly as Rodney Kent reached under the wildly churning cheeks of her buttocks and lifted her clear off the mattress with his strong muscular arms, putting her in a position where he could penetrate her hot, wildly throbbing vagina even more deeply, squirming down into her with all the strength in his battle-hardened young body. The now-cured male patient was fucking into her like a madman, plunging from the tips of his toes as he braced himself against the bottom of the bed, bringing one ecstatic cry after another from her lips. Her nostrils were flared wildly like an untamed animal about to attack, and the assembled observers in the control booth could see a wild and unsatiated desire burning in her glassy and unseeing eyes. Her fingernails were digging fiercely into the man's broad sweating back and the hidden microphones in the room were picking up wetly smacking noises as each cruel pile-driving blow slammed harshly into the fully exposed plane of her unprotected loins.
The girl who had seemed so sensitive and gentle during her first few days at the Institute now seemed to have changed into a ravenous hungering animal, mindless of everything but her own carnal satisfaction. Her long, finely tapering legs snaked up around his thrusting buttocks, and she was using the powerful muscles in her thighs to urge him to fuck into her harder and faster, panting and gasping as if she were on the verge of a heart attack, her buttocks gyrating erratically from side to side as her orgasm stormed inexorably closer. She could not have stopped now if the roof had unexpectedly fallen in on the two of them. She was cumming, and when she came, everyone in the control booth knew about it immediately.
"I'm cum-mm-m-ming!" she screamed joyously, and then let out a long high-pitched wail which could have been either torture or ecstasy from the sound, but was so loud that Garner reached forward in self-defense to turn down the volume on the monitor. Jenifer's arms wrapped tightly around the young man's neck, her nakedly convulsing body arching up to meet him so tightly that the observers found it difficult to discern where one body began and the other ended, her open panting mouth plastered up against his with a fearful pressure. A second later, Rod ejaculated again, despite the fact that he had cum only a moment or two before. Kent gripped the churning cheeks of her ass as his wildly jerking cock threw out spurt after spurt of white hot sperm full up into her belly, a prolonged gasp of absolute passion emerging from his throat.
"You were right, Garner," Wissenschaft observed with an obvious sense of satisfaction. "That was easily a Grade Ten Orgasm for Miss Perkins, and I can see that she had a virtually limitless orgasmic capability despite our initial fears. It will be interesting to see precisely how high we can drive her, eh? Perhaps we should run a set of tests on her first before we start surrogate training. But in any event, it's obvious to me that she's going to make a top-notch case-worker once we get her trained."
But Garner seemed uncertain, for some reason, and the Assistant Director of the Institute for Reproductive Studies paced back and forth behind his desk, his hands clasped behind his back and a worried expression on his face.
"What's the problem?" demanded Wissenschaft, a little surprised over the silence in the room. They had just cured a very difficult patient, and this was normally an occasion when a whiskey bottle was introduced into the discussion, compliments were exchanged, and sometimes special bonuses were announced. But at that moment, everyone except him seemed to be gloomy and dubious.
"Well, Professor, maybe we should listen to what Belle has to say," speculated Garner quietly. "I think she was driving at something with those questions about love."
"All right, Belle, if you have some mysterious truth to announce, don't keep us all in suspense," growled Wissenschaft irritably, his German accent growing thick as his anger increased. "Out with it!"
"Professor, all of us here have watched people engaging in sexual intercourse from this room any number of times, and we've done it ourselves with patients, and we've done it with each other, and I think we can all be quite honest. In terms of pure sex, those two are both on their way to being superstars. But I also think they've fallen in love with each other, and I think that's what made Kent's cure possible, not the AGISM, not the aphrodisiacs, and not even the psychological stress! I think they just did what comes naturally to two people in love, and I think this is going to cause complications."
"Nonsense! Even if I agreed with your analysis for a momentwhich I don'tthe fact that they might have conceived some ridiculous romantic attachment for one another should not create a problem. First of all, Miss Perkins is an employee here under an unbreakable one-year contract, and she could not physically leave the premises even if she wanted to break her contract. And secondly, Kent is a well-known playboy. He came here to get his penis back in working order so he could go on with his career of screwing half the women on the East Coast. Now that he's cured, he's going to want to get on the first plane out of here, and get back to being the champion cocksman of Boston, New York, and Miami, just the way he was before he went into the Army."
"And suppose he really does think he's in love with Miss Perkins and wants to take her with him?" inquired Garner quietly, now apparently convinced that Belle's point was valid. "What do we do?"
"We explain that Miss Perkins was and is a female sex-surrogate who was used as an ingredient in our all-over plan to cure him, and that she provided the extra little stimulus to push him over the top. He's a millionaire's son, have you forgotten? He can have all the girls he wants, all of them just as good-looking as Miss Perkins."
"No, I hadn't forgotten that he was a millionaire's son," responded Garner, amazing everyone by the way in which he was standing up boldly to the fearful Professor Wissenschaft. "Which is precisely why he cannot be dismissed quite so easily. If he wants to take her with him, and we tell him he can't, then he can cause us a lot of grief. All we need at the moment is some big noisy lawsuit, or a public announcement that we're running some kind of scientific brothel here, and we can close up shop and go back to Europe!"
Wissenschaft was a cruel and dominating man, but he was too much of a scientist not to listen to reason. He was far from convinced, but Garner had a way of being right about these things, particularly where stupid things like human emotion were concerned. If the Perkins girl was really in love with Kent, and he wanted to marry her or something outlandish like that ... the moment they stopped fucking and started comparing stories, the Institute could be in very serious difficulties. He had to take action, and fast.
"All right," he announced, spinning around decisively in his swivel chair. "To be on the safe side, I had better assume that you're right. Garner, get down there and the moment they disengage, interrupt them and get them apart. You'll have to think of some excuse. Lock Miss Perkins in her room and administer to her intravenously let me seetwo hundred cc's of Preparation HL-5."
"HL-5?" echoed Garner in obvious amazement. "But you know what that's liable to do to her central nervous system? A girl of that age ... "
"Two hundred cc's!" insisted Wissenschaft, iron determination in his voice, "and not a drop less. I won't kill her, and as soon as Kent leaves she can spend a week or two in bed recovering."
"But Professor ... "
"Doctor Garner, you have your orders!" shouted the old Nazi, and the surrogates looked nervously from one man to the other, waiting expectantly to see whose personality would prove to be the stronger. They all knew immediately what Wissenschaft had in mind, and the idea was shocking, even to this hardened crew of sensualists.
"I will make the injection as ordered," responded Garner quietly, "but the responsibility is yours, Professor." He wheeled and marched out of the room. "The responsibility has always been mine!" Wissenschaft flared at his departing assistant, before turning to Brad, the most experienced of his male surrogates. "And you will have a job to do as well. I want you and Mel to abandon your patients until further notice. Belle, you get into the act as well. I have a little job for you, and you will need all your energy. What a bothersome business this love is!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
"Listen, Wissenschaft, there are some strange things going on around here and I'm not sure that I like it one little bit! What right did Dr. Garner have to come charging into the bedroom like that and interfere ... "
"Mr. Kent, If I recall correctly, your instructions were to sit by Miss Perkins' side and comfort her if she proved to be upset after her treatment on the AGISM. I must say you allowed yourself a rather loose interpretation of the word 'comfort.' You may have destroyed weeks of valuable therapy."
"Oh, bullshit!" the angered young man exploded, now thoroughly annoyed by Professor Wissenschaft and his precise Germanic manner. "I don't have the slightest shred of belief left in you or your so-called therapies, Professor, and my own case is a perfect example of why you're nothing more than a lecherous old fraud. I think it's pretty obvious that Jenifer Perkins and I were made for each other, and whatever sexual hang-up was bothering both of us got cured pretty fast and entirely on its own once we got the chance to be together and do what had to be done. You and your damn therapy had nothing to do with it!"
To Kent's surprise, the old German professor showed not the slightest resentment at these wildly angry charges, and the sex-scientist even chuckled mildly to himself as if he were highly amused by all of this loose talk. The two men were walking towards Wissenschaft's clinic, and once inside, the Professor waved the young combat veteran into a comfortable chair and poured him a whiskey over an ice cube.
"Here, young fellow, drink this down and get a hold on your nerves. I realize you've been through a lot, and there may be another surprise or two in store for you before you leave the Institute."
"I think I've had all the surprises I can handle," snarled Kent, still upset, but he accepted the whiskey and sipped on it slowly as he waited for the professor's explanation. "Except possibly for your outrageous bill, which I expect you'll be handing me any moment now."
"The bill will be substantial," admitted the Institute's director easily, "but then you will admit that regaining the full use of your genital organ is no small thing."
"As I said before, I don't think you had anything to do with me and my genital organ," snapped Kent, "but I assure you there'll be no difficulty about payment. Nothing would please me more than to have my father's lawyers take you into a court of law and expose you publicly for the fraud you are, but with my marriage coming up, I simply don't have the time or the energy to worry about you. Besides, a court case would necessarily expose my future wife to a lot of unpleasant publicity, and this is something we can both do without."
"Your future wife?" chuckled Wissenschaft. "My, you young people do work fast. Yesterday you were as impotent as a stone, and today we are making plans for a wedding. I take it our Miss Perkins is the chosen bride?"
The German's condescending tone was making Kent madder by the moment, but with a visible effort he controlled himself and attempted to answer courteously. "I proposed marriage to Jenifer today, just before that Garner fellow came barging in, and she did me the honor of accepting. We plan to be married as soon as my family can be notified. I believe my father will be very happy."
"Perhaps he will, at least until he learns the details about his daughter-in-law. And while we're on the subject, what do you really know about this Miss Jenifer Perkins?"
"Everything I need to know," snapped Kent, slamming his fist down forcefully on the coffee table. "She is the most beautiful woman I've ever met, and furthermore she has a very fine and sensitive mind. She is welleducated, shares many of my interests, and despite the difficulties she may have had in the past, she's ... "
"Go ahead and say it," urged Wissenschaft with a lewd grin. "After all this is an institute for sex research."
"All right! Why be prudish? Despite the difficulties she may have had in the past, she is now a sex partner fit for a king!"
"She should be," smiled Wissenschaft wickedly, "She had been well and expensively trained for the role she was assigned to play in your therapy."
""Explain yourself!" stormed Kent, now positively red in the face with anger, feeling that his future wife's chastity was being insulted.
"I will be happy to explain myself," continued Wissenschaft in the same level tone of voice, the mischievous smile never leaving his lips. "Although I should mention first that in my opinion, the cure which we have achieved with Miss Perkins' assistance will be permanent. This means that you may enter tranquilly into any sexual situation you please with any other woman and not need to worry about the reliability of your genital organ. Thanks to Miss Perkins' expertise, you are permanently cured."
"Expertise?" echoed Kent in amazement. "You're out of your mind! Sexually the woman is very innocent!"
"Sexually, the woman is one of the finest actresses I have among my professional staff," responded Wissenschaft smugly. "And she is not in the slightest innocent, although for psychological reason, I instructed her to give you the impression that you were able to dominate her and help her out of her so-called 'difficulty.' Haven't you got the point yet, young man? Jenifer Perkins is a surrogate, just like Lilly and Belle and the other women with whom you tried to make love. When one line of therapeutic maneuvering fails, like a good doctor, I try another. She was never a patient, no matter what you were told. The whole business was an expensive and elaborate act, put on solely for your medical benefit. She has gone through the same procedure at least a dozen times with other patients, and by tomorrow, she will have forgotten your name!"
"You're a liar!" screamed Kent, leaping from his chair, his fists balled and violently wishing that Wissenschaft were young enough to attack physically for these vicious lies. "I didn't lose my virginity yesterday, you fraud! I've been in bed with enough women to know the difference from one of your professional whores and a sensitive helpless young woman. I don't know why you've chosen to torture me in this criminal fashion, but I want you to know that I don't believe a word of it! Not a word!"
"Ah, some people are so hard to convince," sighed Wissenschaft patiently, pouring his youthful guest another shot of whiskey. "Sit down young man and let me see if a demonstration cannot be arranged. We have a custom here at the Institute which I should tell you about. While our patients are being treated, they are naturally under an obligation to reserve their sexual energies for the 'paying customers' such as yourself. But you must remember that these young men and women are highly trained and skilled sexual athletes, and they find the amorous endeavors of even talented amateurs such as yourself to be rather boring. So whenever a patient is cured and makes his departure, such as yourself, the surrogate is allowed a few days of relaxation with the other members of the staff. Garner interrupted your little session with Miss Perkins this afternoon because it was clear that you were cured, and he wanted to rescue our friend and co-worker Jenifer from the tiresome business of having to spend the entire day in bed with a rank sexual amateur like you. Imagine, asking a professional sex-surrogate to endure several boring acts of standard frontal coitus! Unless I am sadly mistaken, Miss Perkins and several other members of my staff are entertaining themselves in a much more sophisticated fashion right this very minute celebrating your departure. Would you care to see?"
CHAPTER TWELVE
"Take it easy, just relax," advised Doctor Garner soberly as the girl drew the sheet up to cover her nakedly trembling breasts, her eyes pleading with him. Garner was acting strangely; everything about his behavior suggested that he was being forced to do something he did not like.
"But what is this supposed to do?" she asked, a terrified quiver in her voice as she lay back down on the mattress and stretched out one arm to receive the hypodermic needle he held in his hand. "I feel fine, in fact, I've never been so happy in my life! I don't want anymore injections."
"Just one last shot," Garner promised untruthfully, wincing as he spoke the lie. "This will make everything so much easier for you."
"But what's going to happen?" she begged him desperately. "Where has Rod gone?"
"He's talking with Doctor Wissenschaft," Garner informed her quietly taking her arm in his hands and sliding the needle deftly into the vein. "Don't worry about a thing, and try to relax your body as much as possible. In a few minutes some of the other surrogates ... I mean, some of your co-workers are going to come in and ... well, sort of keep you company for awhile, so you won't feel lonely," the physician avoided her eyes as he spoke.
"But I want Rod," the tormented young nurse explained, her dazzled mind incapable of keeping pace with all the rapid shifts and changes which seemed to be taking place in her life. As the drug started to have its immediate potent effect, she felt vaguely dizzy and slightly nauseous letting her head fall back weakly onto the pillow. "We're going away together," she murmured, "and get married ... "
"Rest now, honey," said the physician sadly, looking down at the innocent young woman he had personally selected for this role. I had no idea it would work out like this, he was telling himself, his own mind troubled and disturbed with what he was doing. "Just rest and let it happen."
And then he was gone. "Shit, if that broad really has two hundred cc's of HL-5 in her, we should be headed for a real good time," commented Mel lecherously as he led the threesome down the walk towards Jenifer's room.
"If it doesn't kill her," commented Belle, swinging along merrily between the two tall handsome men, happy that she was going to be included in what promised to be an unprecedented orgy. "I got about a quarter of that dosage once, and all I wanted to do for a week was have sex and sex and then some more sex."
"I remember," put in Mel the other male surrogate whom Wissenschaft had assigned to the job. "The only time I can ever recall being raped by a woman." Mel Anderson was a tall slender, wiry man with particularly bizarre sexual tastes who was normally only used for very specialized cases demanding his particular talents as a lover. But he was one man Wissenschaft could always count on to stay in the ball game all evening long, and Belle supposed that it was his staying powers which had gotten him this assignment. The timing would be hard to arrange, and the three of them had the job of keeping Jenifer busy until Wissenschaft could put on his act for Rod Kent. They all knew exactly what was at stake here; if the millionaire's son left unsatisfied, he could cause a lot of trouble, probably even bringing about a police raid on the Institute. Under the law, all three of them were guilty of prostitution, and they knew it, even though they naturally considered themselves scientific technicians, involved in important and valuable research. Besides all of these noble thoughts, the pay at the Institute was terrific and all three of them enjoyed their work enormously. After all, where else could you find a job where you got steadily richer year after year for spending all day in bed making love to people? All three of them were remotely sorry that things were not working out better for little Jenifer, but they had their own interests to protect, and all three were equally resolved to protect them. If Wissenschaft was willing to take the chances involved in filling this girl up with the most potent aphrodisiac known to man, then they could do their part!
"Here we are," announced Brad unnecessarily as they arrived at the door to Jenifer's quarters, "Let's get started!" The high-powered threesome walked boldly into the room without bothering to knock, finding Jenifer where Garner had left her, still naked under the sheets and, in fact,, still drenched with the combination of sweat and semen left over from the sexual encounter she had just had with Rodney only a short time before. But the two hundred cc's of HL-5 now swimming through her bloodstream were already starting to have their effect, and Jenifer felt a strangely hollow feeling deep down inside her loins, as if her poor tortured over-used vagina was crying out for more! Her nakedly trembling body felt like a huge empty cavern ... as if she were one enormous cunt, a cavity which screamed to be filled at any cost!
"Hey kid, how are you feeling?" asked Brad casually, making himself comfortable by her side on the bed, and running his fingers through her long blonde hair as if they were old friends or lovers. "Heard you really did a job on Patient No. 101. Congratulations!"
Jenifer found this all very difficult to understand, and she stared around the room blankly, trying to force her now sluggish mind to work. She knew who all of these people were, of course, but she could find no earthly reason for them to have invaded her quarters like this. Everything was starting to happen much too fast again, and she knew that whatever Doctor Garner had injected into her bloodstream was seriously affecting her ability to think. Where was Rod? He had promised to settle his accounts with Professor Wissenschaft and then come to take her away from this terrible place....
"Well, might as well get started," announced Belle, with a cheerful tone in her voice as she seductively began to undo the buttons on her brief mini-skirt. "What are you guys doing with all your clothes on?"
"Wha ... what's going to happen?" quavered Jenifer unhappily as she saw Brad and Mel rapidly stripping the clothes from their bodies, following Belle's depraved example. The French woman had been wearing less to start with and she finished the process of denuding herself first, before walking sensuously towards the bed, a lustful smile on her smoothly sun-tanned face. "Let me explain to you, honey," offered the naked French woman in a friendly chatty voice. "We've got a custom in this place that every new surrogate gets to meet her co-workers in an informal little get-together like this. Since our business is sex, that's the kind of get-together we're going to have, see? But they were having such a problem with No. 101, that the Boss had to put you right to work, even before you got to know your teammates."
Belle paused to let this announcement sink in, seeing from the rapidity of Jenifer's breathing that the powerful aphrodisiac was already having it's full effect. There was no point in making the effort involved in selling her a bill of goods; she was already helpless and they could take her anytime and any way they wanted.
"You know," Belle commented honestly and sincerely to the two naked men who were grouped around the bed. "I sure can understand why every man in the place has had a hard-on since the day she got here. If I were a man, I could go for her myself. Will you look at these tits?"
Slowly, the lascivious European woman reached out with one hand, pulled the sheet down to Jenifer's waist and began softly fondling the American girl's large ripe breasts. She concentrated her efforts on the nipples which reacted blindly even to the perverse caresses of a woman by standing up straight and proud.
"Hey, if you think we're going to sit here and play with ourselves while you try to make a lesbian out of this chick, you're sadly mistaken," laughed Mel, a cruel tone in his voice. "We've got urgent business to do with Miss Perkins here, and my business is getting more urgent by the minute." As he spoke, the masculine sex-surrogate yanked the sheet away entirely, exposing the young nurse's nakedly quivering body to the lusty eyes of everyone in the room. Belle giggled merrily as she yielded to the stronger lusts of her two male companions.
"Okay, boys, I suppose men still do have some rights, but I'm going to have to be taken care of too before we're finished."
"Don't worry, baby," grumbled Brad, now asserting his right as the leader of this lewd expedition. "But right now I'm looking at a sweet little pink pussy I'd sure like to get a taste of."
Moving too fast for the drug-dazed girl to react defensively, Brad spread her legs apart with a quick motion of his wrists, and pushed his head brusquely between the tender white flesh of her thighs, the sudden contact sending an automatic chill racing up and down the length of Jenifer's backbone. Oh my God, I'm helpless, she found herself thinking. I want it as bad as they do! What's happened to me? They've turned me into a sex maniac!
But after that moment, there was no further opportunity for anything remotely resembling rational thought. Brad surged forward with a lewd chuckle, pushing harshly with the palms of his hands so that the wetly exposed crevice of her pussy was completely at his mercy and presented up to his leering face like a pagan sacrifice. Her struggle was brief and futile, since Mel quickly captured her flailing arms, pinning her shoulders to the mattress and cutting off any possibility of escape. Belle seized the opportunity to attack the portion of the drugged young girl which interested her most at the moment, sitting daintily by Jenifer's side and confirming to twist and tweak her fresh ripe little nipple buds until the abused nurse thought she would scream out in rapture. But the real center of activity was down between her widely spread legs, and Mel and the French woman followed their colleague's progress with interest.
With a slow torturous movement of his thumbs, Brad methodically drew apart the softly quivering flanges of her cunt, opening her up like a man peeling an over-ripe cumquat, while Jenifer lay almost frozen to the bed, knowing that the battle had already been fought and lost. To the victors belonged the spoils, and Professor Wissenschaft's people always seemed to be the victors!
Brad studied her intently for a moment, and then suddenly ducked his head forward, burying his long slippery tongue in the depths of her violently convulsing pussy. "Ahhhhhh!!!" she groaned in real mental agony, knowing that nothing had happened to her thus far at the Institute was as degrading as this, her experience made ten times worse by the fact that she herself was deriving genuine sexual pleasure from it. It was like the AGISM all over again, except that this was no cold impersonal contraption of rubber and steel; there was a real flesh-and-blood man down between her legs, lapping at her like some kind of wild animal. Scarcely able to believe her eyes despite all that had happened thus far at the Institute, Jenifer's blonde head came up off the pillow in alarm and she stared down in horrified disbelief down past her nakedly quivering breasts to the obscene thing Brad was doing to her defenselessly exposed cunt.
"Cool it, baby," advised Mel callously. "Just relax and enjoy yourself. Sex is supposed to be fun, remember?"
"This can't be happening," she groaned, dropping her head back on the pillow as despair fought with rising desire for control of her body. Despite of her determination to be faithful to Rod, forbidden wisps of pleasure were already beginning to swarm through her outraged genitals, and her hips were jerking convulsively back and forth over the smooth linen surface of the mattress while Belle continued to amuse herself with the woman's sumptuously large young breasts.
But Brad did not intend to satisfy himself solely with slavering over her undefended vagina, since there was something even further down which interested him just as much. Laughing quietly to himself, he carefully changed position, never giving the tormented woman a chance to break away from his lewd embrace. Slowly he pushed her knees farther apart while raising her buttocks so that the whole naked plane of her loins was exposed to his greedy eyes. Here's something new for you, baby, he thought lecherously, and ducking his head further down into the sensuous valley between her outstretched legs, he sent his agile tongue darting into her tightly puckered little anus.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!" she gurgled. Just when she had decided that these people had dragged her down to the absolute bottom of the barrel and that she had already suffered all the humiliation and degradation possible for one human female, they came up with some new little trick ... and this was something Jenifer had never even heard of before!
"Mighty nice little asshole, down here, Mel," he commented conversationally, raising his head for a moment to gaze lecherously at his colleague. "That sort of thing interests you, if I recall correctly."
"Look like it's ever been used?" questioned Mel placidly as if they were discussing the merits of a second-hand car. "Nope. From here it looks tighter than a bull's ass in fly time," reported Brad, remembering an old expression from his boyhood on the farm. "You feel like having a go at it after I'm finished?"
"Old friend, I'm ready to go right now," complained Mel jokingly, winking across to Belle. "Why don't you get down at the end of the line and let somebody else have his turn?"
"Shit, Mel, I'm so hot right now I'm ready to explode, and if I have to wait any longer, I'm liable to waste a perfectly good cum. Why don't we just divide and conquer, as the Romans used to say?"
"Long as I get my fair share," laughed Mel indecently, and Jenifer felt herself being manhandled into another position, her head spinning with confusion and frustration. What on earth were they talking about? Why was Belle laughing like that? Everything seemed so strange, and she was now sure that the injection Garner had given her was causing her abnormal reaction to this brutal rape.
Within a moment, the two men had arranged themselves on the bed, having turned Jenifer's helpless body on her side. Mel was behind her and the girl could feel the hardness of his hotly aroused cock probing between her buttocks. At the same time Brad was crushing into her from the front, holding her prisoner, his wetly dripping mouth plastered against her bruised lips.
"Maybe Mel had better go first," decided Belle, hovering over the three nakedly, squirming bodies like a policeman trying to untangle a traffic jam. "From the looks of that little cherry, he's going to have his hands full getting in."
"Nothing I like better than having my hands full," agreed Mel lasciviously, and Jenifer, felt her quivering ass cheeks being twisted cruelly apart as his fingers searched for the puckered tightness of her anal opening.
"No, please, pleeeeeeaaaaaassssseee!" she moaned, not yet quite getting the point, but knowing by instinct that whatever was coming was going to be awful. "Hang onto her," ordered Mel savagely, running his hands up into the smoothly inviting crease in Jenifer's sweat-streaked buttocks despite the girl's desperate attempts to tense them back together again. The experienced sex-surrogate knew precisely how to deal with this kind of situation, and he went at her like the expert he was, digging his outstretched middle finger quickly into the tiny ring of soft tender flesh and ignoring the young woman's outraged cries of distress and pain. Mercilessly, he rotated his finger around in ever widening circles until the opening was large enough to permit the entry of a second finger.
"Really tight," he muttered under his breath. "This is going to be terrific!"
"Don't take all night," advised Brad, getting impatient on the other side. Jenifer fought back one last time, squeezing as hard as she could in a desperate last-ditch effort to repel the invading hand from her offended backside, but she was far too weak and her nakedly struggling body suddenly went slack as she realized that further resistance was merely causing her more pain. Mel had been waiting for this moment, and he capitalized upon it immediately, screwing mercilessly into her violated anus with his fingers while he used his free hand to guide his eagerly pulsating penis into the target. Jenifer felt it coming, but there was no longer any room to maneuver, and she closed her eyes in submissive resignation. Let them do what they want, she told herself as she felt the hard blunt end of the man's thickly heated cock slide between the yielding cheeks of her buttocks. Nothing matters anymore. I'll never be able to face Rod again!
In another moment, Mel had yanked his fingers free and shoved forward expertly with his hips, driving his blood-engorged cock-head into the defensively puckering little opening. Jenifer was impaled like a pig on a spit, and the room echoed with her sudden violent scream of indignation and pain. But no one was listening. Mel played his cards well, levering up over her as he pushed her soft white ass-cheeks farther apart, angling directly down into the tightly clenched orifice of her anus with his rockhard penis.
Jenifer groaned repeatedly as he pounded his way mercilessly into her, but the situation was clearly beyond saving. He was already three or four inches inside of her by now, the tightly restricting ring of anal flesh yielding more and more under the weight of every renewed shove, and her desperate efforts to escape only made the pain more intense. Another push, and the sadistically grinning male surrogate went all the way home, sinking his long hard cock into her squirming backside to the hilt. Jenifer's viciously skewered body jerked spasmodically one last time, and then she lay perfectly still, scarcely daring to breathe.
"Wow, a really tight little asshole," groaned Mel in absolute ecstasy, "Come on Brad, get with it. I want to get started." Compared to the agonizing invasion of her rectum, Brad's frontal entry was comparatively easy, since her wetly throbbing vagina was now thoroughly stretched and well lubricated from all the sexual activity which had been thrust upon her that day. The young woman was soon pinned between the two muscular men, whimpering and wiggling uselessly, only a thin wall of tortured flesh dividing their two invading cocks thrust deep within her.
Both men had been through this exercise before, but they were too excited to give her battered body time to adapt to this cruel double penetration of her loins. Even Belle, who had seen things like this before, found the scene incredibly arousing, and she knelt over them on the bed as the two men began fucking roughly into the helplessly skewered young girl, exciting her own slowly moistening pussy with her hand, waiting until it was time for her share of the action. It was only a matter of seconds before the two sex-experts established a mutually satisfactory rhythm, and before long they were fucking in and out of her wide-stretched cunt and anus like two pistons attached to the same drive shaft, both massively thickened cocks striking home at the same moment, and then withdrawing again for another stroke.
Jenifer felt her mind drift off into space, realizing that she had never felt so completely fulfilled in her entire life. She could sense the bruised, tattered skin of her anus being pulled mercilessly out on the back stroke and then pushed cruelly inside of her rectum again every time Mel thrust forward to complete the cycle. In front of her, Brad was timing himself perfectly, skewering hotly into her in perfect synchronization until even Jenifer's quick labored breath began to come at the same intervals. In and out, in and out, the two men labored over her like a pair of fiends, knowing that their employer, Professor Wissenschaft could very well be watching them carefully on closed circuit television and making careful mental notes on their performance. There might even be a bonus in the offing if they succeeded in getting the girl turned on, since they both knew that any minute now, Rodney Kent would be looking over the same closed circuit television and they wanted the young veteran to see his innocent young bride-to-be getting herself happily fucked half-to-death by two men simultaneously. If it looked like Jenifer were being tortured, the effect would be ruined, and Kent might start looking around for a gun. She had to turn on! Everything depended upon it!
And she did. Within a few moments, her cries began to sound less like agony and more like pleasure and a short time later, the doubly-invaded young woman began to croon mindlessly with a wild masochistic joy. With the enormous quantity of powerful aphrodisiac swimming through her blood, Jenifer could have been sexually turned on by almost anyone, but an observer would only know that she was shamelessly excited and never suspect that the whole lewd performance was because of the aphrodisiac. Her naked young body was undulating wantonly back and forth between the powerful poundings of the two men, and cries of undisguised lust issued uninterruptedly from her open mouth. It was like some weird symphony as all three of them began to grunt and groan together, but the loudest voice was Jenifer's.
"Oh God!" she suddenly screamed. "Don't stop!!! Please fuck harder!!! Hardeeeeeeer!" Belle was grinning like some corrupt female devil, rocking back nakedly on her haunches as she recognized that Jenifer was going straight into orbit for the third time that day. The orgasm seemed destined never to end, and both men, experts though they were, found themselves caught up in the fury of her climax, both simultaneously thrusting forward and feeling the sparks fly. Both of the sensitive apertures of her doubly-invaded body were suddenly filled with an ocean of sperm and Jenifer thought, in the last moments of consciousness left to her, that she could taste it, salty and pungent, in the back of her mouth.
"Where is Rod?" she murmured, already half unconscious as soon as the waves of orgiastic fury began to recede. "Patient No. 101 is gone," whispered Belle, leaning over and speaking quietly into her ear just in case Kent was still watching on the monitor. "And for you, baby, he never existed."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The morning sun seemed unbearably bright as Rodney Kent walked slowly out to the small but well-equipped air field which serviced the Institute for Reproductive Studies, watching his luggage being placed on board. The pilot, sensing somehow that he was in the presence of a very unhappy young man but not knowingor wanting to knowthe reasons, invited him to sit in the co-pilot's seat, and Kent accepted. Anything to keep my mind occupied, the Army veteran told himself gloomily as he strapped himself in and watched the pilot fire the twin engines of the executive jet into life and prepare the aircraft for take-off.
"All set?" inquired the pilot, a fresh-faced young redhead with a Southern accent and a quick friendly smile.
"Ready when you are, chum," responded Kent dejectedly. "The sooner I'm out of this place the better." The pilot made no reply, busying himself with the demanding task of getting his complicated modern airplane off the ground. It was only when they had leveled out at their cruising altitude of twenty thousand feet that he pulled off his ear phones and sat back to relax. It was a clear day, and Kent scanned the horizon, wondering exactly what he was going to do with his life now. He was cured, and cured permanently, there was no doubt about that, and even in the anguish of watching those three sexual maniacs working over the woman he lovedor had thought he lovedhe remembered how his penis hardened with real excitement. It would work again the next time he asked it to. Wissenschaft is the lowest son of a hitch in the world, he told himself bitterly, but he cured me and there's no question about that now. But maybe he's left me with a whole new set of problems! I could have sworn Jenny was in love with me! But how could I have been so far off in my judgment? And how can I ever trust another woman after this? Do I just go back to the tired old business of hopping out one bed and into another? Damnit, I wanted her! Wanted her as my wife.
"Cost a lot of money, these beauties," commented the pilot suddenly, looking straight ahead as he steered the sleek modern aircraft across the morning sky.
"What?"
"I say, they cost a lot of money, these Exec-Jets. You got any idea what the Professor paid for this beauty?"
"No," replied Kent, not really caring much one way or the other, but deciding that even this pointless conversation was better than being alone with the bitterness of his thoughts.
"A cool half a million," replied the pilot proudly, obviously enthusiastic about his job. "Runs just about a thousand dollars in fuel and maintenance fees every time we take'r off the ground."
"That's a lot of money, just to fly one guy to New York City," answered Rod Kent slowly, knowing that the aircraft expenses had inevitably been tacked onto his bill.
"Yeah, sure is," agreed the cheerful redhead. "Course at the last minute, Doctor Garner decided he had to go to Boston, so we're really killing two birds with one stone ... "
"Garner's on this plane?" reacted Kent in surprise, having believed until this moment that he was the only passenger. A look of doubt passed across the pilot's guileless face as he saw the young man's reaction, and he put a warning finger to his lips.
"I guess maybe I shouldn't a'said nothing," he whispered, looking a little guilty, "but it just sorta slipped out. The doctor asked me not to say nothin' about it to anybody but you'da found him anyway the first time you went back to go to the john. He got aboard this morning before I was even outta bed, and he's been waiting all this time in the back compartment. Lotta spooky things go on at that place, Mack, and in my position, it don't pay to go around asking questions, but I figure that the Doe didn't want nobody to know that he was quittin'."
"Garner's quitting? Leaving the Institute?" asked Kent in astonishment, wondering what on earth this new development could possibly mean. "What makes you think that?"
The pilot was obviously very sorry that he had ever started this line of conversation, particularly since what he wanted to talk to his passenger about was the splendid new Exec-Jet he was flying, and not internal Institute politics.
"Well, I guess I don't know for sure," the pilot admitted uneasily, glancing over his shoulder as he spoke. "But when I asked the Doc what kinda arrangements he wanted to make about flying him back, he said he weren't coming back and that was that. So I figured he was either quitting or got fired, one or the other. What do you think?"
Neither one of them heard Garner come into the cockpit compartment, and both Rod and the pilot jumped with alarm when the severe voice of the doctor suddenly came quietly from behind them.
"I think you do too much talking for a pilot," snapped the medical expert. "Mr. Kent if you would like to step into the passenger compartment, I believe you are finally due some straight answers to your questions."
Staggered with this unexpected appearance, Kent unfastened his safety belt and followed the doctor into the rear of the airplane, ducking his head as he passed out of the pilot's compartment.
"Did you jump or were you pushed?" he asked directly the moment the two men were alone and face to face.
"I jumped," responded Garner with a gesture of defeat. It was the first time Rod Kent had ever seen the physician actually showing some human emotion. "I guess ... men can sometimes go on deceiving themselves for many years, Mr. Kent, and I was one of them. When I first met Professor Wissenschaft a decade ago, I convinced myself that his work could be of enormous value to the human race, and that I would be privileged to be part of it. The man is undeniably a genius, you know, no matter what else he may be. But he is not working for the good of the human race anymore, if he ever was. Wissenschaft is making himself rich, indulging the foolish sexual perversions of an aging man, and treating only a few wealthy people who can afford to pay his price, most of whom don't really need the treatment in the first place. You were an exception in the sense that there was really something wrong with you; but without your father's money, the Professor would never have bothered with you. It took me ten years to see him for what he was but I see it all now. He should be finding my resignation on his desk about this time, and I imagine that it will come as quite a shock to him."
"You couldn't face him yourself, eh?" sneered Kent contemptuously. "It would have been quite a pleasure to tell him what I thought of him," replied the doctor, not losing his temper at this provocation. "But I had other things to think about. Miss Jenifer Perkins, to be precise."
"Let's leave that little slut out of the conversation," snapped Kent bitterly. "I wish you'd had your marvelous change of heart before your ex-boss tricked me into believing that a hard-hearted medical prostitute was actually a sweet, loving young woman. It might have saved me from feeling the way I do right now."
To Kent's surprise, the doctor sighed deeply, clenching his fists in frustration as he listened to his former patient's outraged words. He struggled visibly for self-control before speaking.
"I know that at this point you have been lied to so many times about Miss Perkins you may find it difficult to believe anything I say, but the truth is quite simply this. Unaware of what she was getting herself into, Jenifer was hired by me about a week ago and brought to the center, naive and with very little previous sexual experience. The variety of performances to which you were a witness were all accomplished by the use of powerful mind-altering drugs which destroyed her control over her own body or emotions so that she could be used in treating you. Yesterday, Wissenschaft decided that it was necessary to convince you that she was what you called her a few minutes ago, 'a slut' and the Professor ordered me to give her a dangerously powerful injection of a particularly perilous drug. I believe you witnessed the result on closed circuit T.V. yesterday afternoon. Early this morning I decided that I would never again deliberately put a patient in danger, and that I was tired of playing with people's lives without their knowledge or consent. This meant leaving the Institute forever, but I hope to use the knowledge I have accumulated over the years to help people with real problems, and it shouldn't make any difference whether my patients are rich or poor."
There was a long silence, filled only by the roar of the aircraft's twin engines while Rod Kent digested this new and unexpected dose of information. Once again he was being asked to completely revise his opinion of Miss Jenifer Perkins, but this time the switch was emotionally easier, since what Garner was telling him was precisely what he desperately wanted to believe in the first place. But a moment later, the bitterness swarmed all over him once again. Now he faced a long thorny legal struggle to extract his future bride from Wissenschaft's hands, and who could tell what the devious German would do to her in the meantime? She could be ruined, soiled for life before his father's lawyers succeeded in breaking the iron-clad contract she had signed with the Institute, and the thought of waiting twelve long months was just impossible. If he created a public scandal, he would ruin Wissenschaft and his wife's good name together. It was an impossible situation!
"I must commend your honorable motives, Doctor," he muttered wearily. "But once again, they are too little and too late. If you'd seen the light in time, we could have taken her away on this very plane somehow, the two of us would have managed even if she is sick from that goddamn drug you pumped into her."
Only then did the serious medical man permit himself the slightest trace of a smile. "I lack your distinguished record of military heroics, Mr. Kent, but somehow I managed it alone," he informed the astonished young man with a touch of satisfaction in his voice. "If you tiptoe through that door, you will find her sleeping it off, and she may be regaining consciousness any moment now. I have no doubt that she will be pleased to see you, although as your Doctor, I would suggest you confine your exchange of affections to hand-holding for the moment. There are some things one simply should not do at thirty-thousand feet."
