The mad scientist ties you to the examination table and makes love to you with his chilly instruments. (place)
|Chelsea is ready for the [probe]. It is lubricated and she, breathless. The stainless steel tip is slightly bulbous, like a [honey dripper] and indeed it glistens with promises of something [medical porn|sweet]. The experiments have no names and no purposes, but they don't really hurt her. She rolls whichever direction on the icy [examination table] and her cotton gown is pushed aside by cool, uncaring hands. |
In the present, she is lying on her belly, hipbones and elbows uncomfortable against the table. [Sexy Motherfucker|The doctor] unties the three ribbons down her back, unwrapping naked skin which glows white under harsh lighting. He presses sticky [electrode]s onto her body. She shivers when his finger slips from the fabric and brushes her skin. [i don't want to fall so easily|The probe slides in].
Now she is visible, now she is real. [All her organs made of glass and in his hands]. He manipulates the parts of her body, changing bouncing monitors, but the [heart monitor] plays the same tape every time. The echo of her pulse shooting up and down, frustration catalysed by mild terror into ecstatic delirium, [His name came up like a match on wooden me|her lips fighting sound].
When he finishes, he leaves her bare beneath the hot lights, limp and sweaty. He exits soundlessly and retires to his [doctor's office|office] while she dresses. Slowly she comes to and realizes nothing's happened.
Though she is not injured, she feels tender putting on her street clothes. She is very careful with herself, and shaky as she makes her way into the [laboratory]'s anteroom. There is a window from his study onto the examination table, but he always faces away from it, as though [the flesh he'd just disturbed] without the veil of [she blinded me with science|science] thrown over it were repellent. In the office, he pays her generously and asks when next she's free. They make another date, Chelsea all the time ready to [one-dollar blowjob day|fall to her knees], rend her dress, anything he asked if he only would.
He calls his butler, who drives her [away from the castle] in the horse-drawn carriage. Back in the town, mothers lock their windows and burn [medical journals] so their infant daughters won't end up like Chelsea.