The Doctor's Office
by Peter Jensen
(LLP-302)


FOREWORD 

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." 


THE END
