Chapter 38 Weird Science

                   




     Teresa was waiting for me in the living room, along with a


naked Mei. 


Teresa was trying not to stare, and blushed when I came in.


     "Ready for your fantasy?" I asked cheerfully.


     "I guess so." The embarassed Latina said. I watched her with


a cocked 


head.


     "I bet you have a strong taboo against public nudity, don't


you?"


     "Uh, well..." Teresa stuttered.


     "It's all right, Teresa." Mei said warmly. "I don't embarass


easily. 


You'll soon get used to me. I'm going to be like this for a week."


     "A week?" Teresa asked, trying to keep up.


     "Yes. I'm being punished." Mei said. Teresa gulped.


     "Not punished, exactly." I contradicted her. "Just-reminded."


The 


naked girl bowed to me. "Now, Teresa, are you ready?"


     "Yes. I think." Teresa answered. Suddenly her eyes narrowed


and she 


seemed to study my face. Then her eyes darted to study Mei's.


     "Is something the matter?" I asked, puzzled. Teresa hesitated.




"Teresa, if you're having second thoughts-"


     "No! It's not that." She said hastily. "Um, it's just


that-well, you 


look like-" Her voice trailed off.


     I cocked my head. "Go on."


     "You look like you've been crying."  She said. "That's silly,


of course." 


Mei and I stared at one another in surprize.


     "Not silly." I said, inexplicably pleased. "Perceptive. But


let it go for 


now. If you're ready for your fantasy, come with me. Mei, prepare


the 


lab, please." Mei left and I led Teresa to the library.


     "All right, Teresa. Let's make sure we've got our stories


straight. You 


came to the house in answer to an ad asking for volunteers, right?"


     "Right." Teresa said. "You know, this is bizzare. I can't


believe I'm 


actually going to do this."


     "Stick to the script." I growled, then smiled to show her I


wasn't really 


angry.


     "Sorry." She tossed her hair out of her eyes. "Professor Von


Neema, 


I'm thrilled to be a subject in your experiements! You said you


were 


studying involuntary concupiscent physiological response? Exactly


what 


is that?"


     Damned if I knew. Ever looked up concupiscent? Try it


sometime.


     "Nein, fraulein. Part of zee eggsperiment iz, um, how you say,




zycologigal." I tapped my skull. "Ze subject the eggsperiment


adverzly 


effect, if too much knows, ja?" Teresa winced at my horribly


botched 


pseudo-German accent.


     "I can see that." She said, nodding her head. "Well, when do


we 


begin?"


     "Ze present now." I said, rising. "Pleaze to accompanish me,


fraulein." 


I led her upstairs to her room.


     "Pleaze to wait inside, fraulein." I said. "Makings ze


comfortable. I 


back in das flash, ja?"


     "Ja." She agreed with a smile. After she went in I nipped down


to the 


dungeon for a very special collar. Returning to her room I opened


the 


door and went in.


     "Now, fraulein, ein equipment special, ja!" I held up the


collar. "Ein 


instrument spitzensparken! Ze machine fur das-" I frowned 


ferociously. "Fur das-how you say?" I mimed taking a picture with


a 


camera.


     "Snapshot?" Teresa offered, puzzled. This hadn't been part of


her 


fantasy.


     "Nein, nein." I waved my hand impatiently. "Fur maken das


story of 


thingz in eggsperiment!"


     "Oh! Recording, you mean?" Teresa said in sudden


understanding.


     "Ja! Fur das recording!" I said triumphantly. "Now, fraulein


Guzman, 


please to recline for das meazurements."


     "Measurements?" Teresa asked, confused. This definitely hadn't


been 


part of her fantasy.


     "Ja, das meazurements." I said impatiently. "Ze machine ist


nicht 


adjust! I adjust size of instrument to ze neck. Fit exact must be


prezice! 


Otherwize nicht story."


     "You mean it won't work if it doesn't fit me exactly?" Teresa


asked, 


moving to the bed.


     "Ja." I said, relieved. My speech was so horribly butchered,


even I 


didn't know what I was saying. And it was very important she be 


collared. Otherwise there really wouldn't be a story...


     When she laid down I took a cloth tape measure and carefully


put it 


around her throat. She helped me by getting her hair out of the


way.


     "Ist goot." I said, fixing the collar's spacers to give me an


exact fit. 


"Fraulein, please to lift ze head. Goot."


     The collar consisted of a hinged band of chrome weighing


almost two 


pounds. When closed it clasped the neck lightly. It was held


together by 


a lock similar to those used on glass display cases.


     The collar closed with a racheting click. It made Teresa


shiver. I 


smiled down at the Latin girl who was looking up at me trustingly.


     "Fraulein, iz time to test ze collar. Relax und stare at ze


zeiling 


pleaze." I took a remote control and held it in one hand, appearing


to 


study it. As soon as Teresa obeyed me I pressed the single button


on the 


control.


     Teresa let out a single small gasp and went completely limp.


I held the 


button for five seconds, then let it go. The girl on the bed didn't


stir for 


almost a quarter minute. Her first movements were jerky and 


uncoordinated. Then her hands went to the collar, trying weakly to


pull it 


open.


     "What is this thing?" She asked, suddenly very frightened.


     "Mein control." I said. "Now ze eggsperiment you can't avoid. 


Anytime you try to ezcape, zzzt!" I pressed the button, just for a


second 


this time. Her recovery was quicker.


     "Please, why are you doing this?" She gasped.


     "To dizcover why frauleins pleazure obtain from horighaus." I 


explained.


     "What?"


     "How you say? Why frauleins orzgazm from captivity zex."


     "Captive sex?" Her voice squeaked.


     "Ja. Captive zex. Vips und chains und hot vater up ze


Arsengazoo."  I 


said. "Iz great myztery."


     "Please let me go." Teresa said carefully.


     "Nein, fraulein. Ze eggsperiments must continue!" I threw back


my 


head and let out a mad scientist laugh. From Teresa's expression I


must 


have gotten it right.


     "Now, fraulein, pleaze to accompanish me to ze laboratory.


Nicht 


escape attempt! Else zzzt!" I mimed pressing the button.


     "No, please! Not that!" Teresa scrambled quickly off her bed.


I 


motioned her to preceed me out of the room. We went down the hall


to 


one of the specially prepared rooms.


     "You're not going to hurt me, are you?" Teresa asked


nervously.


     "Nein! Studying ze involuntary orgazm, I iz! Another fraulein


ze vips 


undergo! You ze hot vater up ze gazoo vill test!"


     "What do you mean, Professor?" Teresa asked anxiously.


     "Zis way, fraulein!" I took her arm and led her into the room.


     "What is this place?" She asked, although she knew perfectly


well 


where she was.


     "Das vatterroom." I explained helpfully. "Vhere ve see how


gross ze 


multiple orgazms you vill endure. Now, on ze table pleaze." I


patted the 


room's main feature, a bizzare table covered in bright red rubber.


Teresa 


looked at it doubtfully.


     "Schnell, schnell!" I said impatiently.


     "What are those things sticking out of it?" She asked


suspiciously.


     "Die clampen to hold frauleins uncooperate." I said. "You vill




cooperate?"


     "You mean you're going to fasten me down?" Teresa's voice went


up a 


full octave.


     "Ja. Und strippen ze alzo." I said, rubbing my hands. "You


naked fur 


das nozzle must be! Und zee stimulazion, of course. For protection


your 


own, I azzure you. Vonce ze orgazms begins, you vall off without


being 


clampen down. Offen wallen bounzen!"


     "Please, Proffessor, I don't want to do this!" Teresa backed


away. I 


held up the remote. She stopped, then reluctantly laid down on the


table.


     "All comfy?" I asked, winking. "Goot. Now, fraulein, ve begin


mit 


die strippen." I unbuttoned her dress, liking the way she bit her


lip as she 


watched me. She reluctantly got up on her elbows and helped me


remove 


the dress and her slip. Clad now only in panties, bra, garter belt,


and 


stockings she laid back down. I made her raise her arms over her


head 


and put them in the huge padded manacles, which I carefully


tightened.


     "Now the fantasy is over, Teresa." I said, gently leaning down


and 


kissing her. "It's time to come back to the real world."


     "What?" She asked, confused.


     "I'm not Professor Von Drake or whoever, anymore. I'm Paul


Reiner, 


your master. Your owner. When I force that oversize nozzle up your 


virgin asshole, and you start cramping from a half gallon of soapy


water, 


it will be very real. And you'll know, deep down inside exactly


what it is 


you've commited yourself to. Tonight you're going to get not one


enema, 


but several. You're going to be fucked in every hole in your body.


And 


I'm going to rape your soul." I leaned down for emphasis.


     "And there's not a damn thing you can do to stop me."


     "I don't want to stop you." She said in a small voice.


     "Not yet." I said, grimly. "But you will. For a while." Teresa




shivered, only a little apprehensive. She was still confident, sure


of 


herself. In a weird sort of way I think she believed herself in


control of 


the situation.


     She was wrong, of course.


     Caressing her stomach I admired the play of muscle under her


skin. 


She gave me a smile, not like Mei's "anything you want", but one


that 


said "I hope you aren't really going to hurt me". I smiled back at


her and 


undid her stockings from the garter belt. Slowly and lovingly I


pulled the 


stocking down her leg, making it one long caress. She lay still and




watched me as I did it to her other leg.


     "Is it like you thought it would be?" I asked, undoing her


garter belt 


and discarding it.


     "No." She answered softly. I kissed her belly button, letting


the tip of 


my tongue probe into it. I could feel her tense, belly growing hard


under 


my lips. Not speaking I let my hands roam over her body for a few 


minutes, avoiding anything covered in cloth. She relaxed after a


while, 


closing her eyes.


     She lay quietly as I explored her, letting me do whatever I


wanted. She 


seemed to understand this was just a prelude, to calm her nerves.


I did 


nothing to arouse her, using my palms and not my fingertips as I


caressed 


her.


     "What are you thinking?" I asked, breaking the easy silence.


     "How nice this is." Teresa replied, opening her eyes. "You


aren't 


making love to me, are you?" It was a statement, not a question.


     "I want you relaxed." I answered. "I want you to trust me.


What I'm 


going to do to you tonight will hurt occassionally. You're a


virgin, and I 


suspect you've never dabbled in your fantasy before. Am I right?"


     "No, I've never had an enema." Teresa said. "If I didn't trust


you, I 


wouldn't have come."


     "There's trust and then there's trust." I said. I stopped


stroking her, 


taking one of her bound hands in mine. "Your fantasy was to be


given an 


enema by a mad scientist, searching for ways to give women


orgasms."


     "So he could take over the world." Teresa agreed, smiling


faintly.


     "You like being bound like this? Have you ever been tied up


before?"


     "When I was a little girl." Teresa answered after a moment.


"My 


boyfriend and I played Kissing Catchers, and after that he wanted


to tie 


me up so he could pretend to rescue me. I let him."


     "That's the only time?" I asked. She nodded.


     "Why do you want to be my slave?" I undid the left shoulder


strap of 


her bra. Tensing, she asked.


     "Are you going to make love to me now?"


     "I might. Or I might wait. Which do you want me to do?"


     "I don't know. Look, I'm not much on self-analysis, ok? I'm


more 


action-oriented. I'm a doer, not a thinker. So let's just do it."


     "As you wish." I undid the other bra strap. "Have you ever let


a man 


see your breasts before?"


     "No." Teresa said, biting her lip. Reaching beneath her I


opened her 


bra. Pulling it off revealed a lovely pair of breasts, thrusting


proudly up. 


They were smaller than Gina's, but larger than any of the other


girls'.


     "They're beautiful." I said. Teresa smiled at me, some of her


brash 


self-confidence coming back. "What would you say if I told you I


was 


going to use nipple clamps on you?"


     "I'd say I'd like it." Teresa answered, smiling. I peeled her


panties off, 


then made her put her ankles in the padded clamps intended for


them. Sprawled lewdly on the rubber coated table Teresa blushed.


     "Well, you're going to get your wish." I said, reaching into


the cabinet 


built into the table's base. I held up a pair of nipple clamps, the


chrome 


flashing in the lights. Teresa swallowed. She watched as I put the


first 


clamp on her already erect nipple. She whimpered just a bit as the


rubber 


jaws clamped shut, deforming the sensitive nubbin trapped between 


them. She whimpered again as the second clamp bit down.


     Her eyes were a little uncertain now, she began to realize she


wasn't in 


control of the situation. Smiling down at her I put my hand between


her 


legs, feeling the warmth there. Teresa gasped and blushed


furiously, 


shutting her eyes.


     Her pussy wasn't damp at first, just pleasantly slick. That


changed as I 


began to masturbate her, deliberately being crude and forceful. As


the 


forced sex play continued she began to make little gasping grunts,


as 


though she couldn't quite catch her breath.


     "Think about what I'm going to do to you." I whispered in her


ear. 


"Think of how it's going to feel when that nozzle worms it's way up


your 


asshole. Think about that hot water as it gushes into you like a


half 


gallon of sperm. Flooding you, making you cry out from the


pressure, the 


pain, the pleasure!"


     Teresa gasped now, beginning to fight the clamps as she felt


her first 


orgasm approach.


     "Tell me what you want." I barked at her, stopping.


     "Please, whatever you want, just keep going!" Teresa pleaded,


moving 


her hips obscenely, beggingly. I began again, making her groan with


the 


feeling of it.


     "Oh, Madre de Dios!" She wailed loudly. "Mas, por favor, mas!"


My 


fingers were slippery with her juices now, I rammed one up her


asshole. 


She screamed, shuddering. I rubbed her clit hard and was rewarded


as 


she plunged over the edge.


     Teresa's orgasm was like a religious experience. One of the


intense, 


Holy Roller kind. She screamed and wept and leaped like a marlin on


a 


line. I didn't stop, even though she broke down completely.


Convulsing 


in mixed pleasure and pain she writhed in the clamps, abandoned,


thrilled 


to her core by what I was doing, what it was making her feel.


     Her pussy was tart with her juices. She froze in shock when my


mouth 


covered her labia and she felt me sucking the pussy juice from her


virgin 


cunt. After a few minutes she exploded violently into another


raging fit 


of pleasure, screaming herself raw, not words, just hoarse animal


shrieks 


of mindless ecstasy.


     Collapsing, she began to cough, her abused throat exacting


revenge.


     "You ok?"  I said in somewhat concerned amusement.


     "God." Was all she could manage for a minute. Then. "I never 


thought it could be like that! Lord, what have I gotten myself


into?"


     "Sexual slavery." I answered. "All night long." I released


her, helping 


her sit up. Now that she was over her climax, she seemed embarassed


to 


be naked in front of me. I let her rest for a few minutes, sitting


next to her 


and holding her against me.


     "It's time, Teresa." I said gently.


     "Time?" Her head came up, not eager, but fearful.


     "For the first of your enemas." I said. "Get on your hands and


knees on 


the table."


     "Paul, I don't think I want to." She said, edging back. I


pressed the 


button on the remote, holding it for a full quarter minute. She


collapsed 


against me. I put her face down on the table, putting her ankles in


the 


clamps.


     The clamps were on adjustable rods so they could be positioned


freely. 


I arranged it so that Teresa's ass was high in the air, her ankles


spread 


wide, her arms stretched in front of her, wrists together. She was 


basically on knees and shoulders. As volition returned she


struggled 


briefly, until convinced the fight was hopeless.


     "Please, don't do this." She whimpered, flinching as I put my


hand on 


her ass. I spanked her sharply. She yelped.


     "First, you never call me Paul in private. Only master, do you




understand?"


     "Yes, master." She said quickly.


     "Second, you never protest what I want to do to you, ever.


Because 


you're new I'm going to be lenient. I'm only going to give you a


score of 


swats with my hand. If you were experienced, I'd use a paddle that


stings 


just like fire. Now, I want you to count as I spank you. After


that, I'm 


going to insert the nozzle. Do you understand?"


     "Yes, master." She was frightened now, unsure of herself. "Oh!


One." 


She gasped as I brought my hand down. "Two!" The breath whooshed 


out as the hard smack reddened her ass. "Three!" She started to


weep. 


"Four!" Her voice caught. With my other hand I started to


masturbate 


her again. Her face blazed in shame at this bizzare sex play.


     As her spanking continued she became more and more aroused. It




wasn't long before she was pleading with me to fuck her. My hot 


tempered Teresa had been tamed, now just a woman aroused.


     I stopped to prepare the enema. Teresa tried to watch me, but


her 


position defeated her. As I hung the red rubber bag on it's special


stand 


high above the hunched over girl she shifted in her bonds.


     "You get a special nozzle, Teresa." I said cheerfully, showing


it to her.


     "God, you can't put that in my ass!  It won't fit! Please!"


She asked 


fearfully. "I thought enema nozzles were little, like straws."


     "Not this one." I grinned down at her. The nozzle in question


was a 


monster. Fortunately most of if didn't go inside.


     The entire device was over a foot long with a wide clear hose


attached 


to the back. The business end was close to nine inches long, shaped




something like a smooth thick cock, with none of the details


moulded in. 


There were two reasons for that.


     The first was to make the insertion easier, the victim would


have to 


have an inch thick shaft slide nine inches into an opening a finger


had 


trouble penetrating. The second was the cover was a bladder that


inflated 


once inside, making absolute fidelity to the real thing worthless.


     Behind the business end was a huge drum that housed a finely 


engineered fluid switching system and various switches. The drum


was 


also used to prevent the device from being accidentally sucked


inside 


completely.


     Teresa begged and whimpered as I began to coat her asshole


with 


vaseline. I took my time, forcing my finger in to make her groan. 


Helpless, the latina shuddered, without so much as shaking the


table she 


was clamped to. Her position was too awkward to evade me. I


carefully 


coated the slippery nozzle and touched it to her anus.


     "Teresa, listen carefully. This is more than just an enema.


It's an 


enema rape. This nozzle has more tricks than a Time's Square whore.




And I'm going to let you feel them all. Starting with this one." I


pressed 


firmly. Teresa cried out, tensing. I held the pressure steady,


knowing 


she'd have to relax sooner or later.


     "God!" She screamed after less than a minute. The nozzle sank


an 


inch and stopped.  She began to sob a broken stream of spanish so 


quickly I couldn't follow it. I pushed again, gently now that I had




penetrated her defenses. The nozzle sank half way and stopped


again. 


Teresa just cried out in pain when I pushed, the nozzle didn't move


any 


more.


     Lifting it upward I pushed again, this time to feel the nozzle


sink to the 


drum.


     "P-p-please!" She wept. "It hurts, take it out, God, please,


Mother 


Mary help me, master, please, please!"


     I opened the first valve. There was a shrill whistle as air


escaped. I 


watched critically as water rushed down the tube. When it reached


the 


drum I twisted the valve to a new position.


     'Master, what are you doing, what's happening?" Teresa raised


her 


head, trying unsuccessfully to see something by peering between her




breasts.


     "Nothing, baby, the nozzle's just inflating inside you. To


keep you 


from expelling it. Don't worry, it'll stop once it reaches the


proper size."


     "God, master, it's killing me!" She panted, trying to shift to


a more 


comfortable position.


     "You're doing just fine, Teresa. Once the nozzle's finished


inflating I'll 


lick your pussy till you come before I actually give you the enema.




Doesn't that sound nice?"


     "Please, master, it hurts!" She gasped. "Make it stop!


Please!"


     "This was your fantasy, Teresa. Not mine. But you're going to


see it 


through." I checked the little indicator that showed water was


flowing. 


After another few seconds it stopped and the valve clicked to a new




position by itself. True to my word I licked her pussy. She didn't


come, 


but stopped complaining about the pain.


     "Does it still hurt, Teresa?"


     "No, master, but I feel awfully full." She said softly. I


spanked her, 


hard. She yelped. I pulled another valve out, like a plunger. It


began a 


slow, unsteady, but inexorable slide back into place.


     "All right, Teresa. I've just set a timer going. There's no


telling how 


long before it expires." And I laughed.


     "What happens then?" She asked, frightened.


     "Your enema begins. The more you move about the quicker the


timer 


expires. If you hold very still you might delay it for a minute or


two. But 


this is no ordinary enema, baby. See, there's another inflatable


bladder in 


your nozzle. Only this one sits right where your asshole clamps


around 


the base of the shaft."


     "I don't understand." Teresa said, in a voice that said she


did.


     "The second bladder fills will a precise amount of water. When


that 


happens, it's going to force your asshole open very wide. And of


course 


you're going to squeeze back. Squeeze too hard though, and another 


valve opens, emptying the second bladder through the nozzle into


your 


ass."


     "Which of course closes another valve which begins the process


all 


over again. And again. And again."


     "How long?"


     "Until there's not enough water left to fill the bladder


against your 


asshole's pressure. At which time I turn another valve to let the


water 


flow straight through."


     "That's fiendish. Will it hurt?"


     "That depends entirely on you. I've seen videotapes of the


girls this 


thing was used on. There were a lot of girls. Some screamed and


some 


didn't. Some of them (a very few) actually had orgasms from it.


From 


the statistics I've seen, you'll be here anywhere from an hour to


four 


hours."


     "Did any of them manage to keep the timer from going off?"


     "One girl delayed her ordeal for five minutes. The others


averaged a 


minute or so."


     "Please, I'm sorry I was a bad slave, master. Take this thing


out before 


it's too late, please." Teresa begged. She shifted unsteadily,


making the 


valve close completely.


     "Too late." I commented, drawing up a chair to watch.


     "Master!" She wailed. Struggling the girl began to cry. I


watched the 


nozzle closely where it disappeared into her. I could see it


getting bigger, 


to Teresa's obvious discomfort. Just as she swore she couldn't


stand it 


she jerked and sagged.