Multi-electrode and Imaging Analysis of Xtrypereon Subcellular Connectivity and
Morphology
Chapter 3 Trinity's Implants and the First Test
"These will capture brain wave activity in three ways -- firstly by simply
transmitting standard activity as is traditionally done for bench marking
purposes, secondly, when connected to our high speed CCD imaging will capture
more intricate detail in a format that can be analyzed later and thirdly, can be
used interactively to create sensory-motor feedback loops for additional study."
He worked silently for some time implanting the delicate sensors and
miniaturized imaging chips into the six incisions and quickly sutured them up
leaving many tiny fiber optic strands exposed that looked vaguely like strands
of hair.
He adjusted the brace that secured Trinity's head for the surgery so that her
head was tilted back more to allow easy access to her nose.
"In this part of the procedure I will be placing three more interactive
multi-electrode sensors and transmitters into the sinus cavity of the subject.
This endoscopic surgery will allow safe access to the subject's sinus cavity for
proper placement of the probes so that they do not interfere with normal
functioning of the sinus system, but allow fiber optic receptors to be placed in
key areas of the brain for optimal recording and feedback. The main
transmitters, due to their relatively large size will be inserted in the
subject's septum." he spoke, setting up the Instatrak endoscopic unit and
turning on the monitors so that he could guide his probe appropriately up
through Trinity's sinus passages to implant the devices in the sinus cavities,
closest to the area of the brain where specific signals would originate from.
He worked carefully, using the monitors to guide his probe deeply into her sinus
cavities. Using several different attachments to the endoscopic unit he
inserted and imbeded the three units relatively quickly. Once done, he prepared
the main unit that would reside in her septum, carefully piercing her nose for
optimal placement of this unit. He attached the wires to the unit and finished
up the remaining tasks of testing the signals between the units.
"Here we go, the first series of implants to be tested." he spoke, attaching
several pads to the thin fiber optics that were left exposed on her scalp and
then attaching another specially constructed lead to the unit in her nose. The
pads and lead were then connected to the terminals on the BrainMaster 2000 unit
that was the prototype for the entire series of experiments.
He flipped the switch and immediately 5 separate color monitors came to life,
each hooked to a computer configured to register unique bandwidths and to graph
them appropriately based on the function or origin of the signal. Each monitor
began to show activity immediately indicating that it was tracking and recording
the signals from Trinity's brain.
The doctor smiled, pointing to the monitor labeled 'one'. "Our control This
output is identical to full frequency EEG readouts. The remaining monitors have
been configured for a wide range of frequencies, but also transmit the data that
will combine and chart the changes based on information we will gather from
other procedures. We are basically sampling brain waves from many more
positions, through a fuller spectrum of activity with a more focused array of
receptors. With these signals, we can build our database for eventual
stimulation and feedback loops to definitively determine the role of each
pattern of brain waves."
"Now we must place our other receptors that will directly interact with the
brain implants. These receptor/transmitters receive input from the body and
transmit that to the brain directly, they can also form the balance of the
feedback loop and be directly manipulated bypassing the brain." He continued,
moving to stand by Trinity's chest now.
"These will implanted through the nipple tissue as it is a highly physically
reactive area of the body that will yield clear brain signals for our purposes.
Once implanted, they will immediately begin to send data to the brain." he
said, indicating the small device on a tray that looked very much like a typical
piece of body jewelry. The device was largish for jewelry, being the equivalent
of a 4 gauge size barbell with pea sized balls at the end.
He snapped on a fresh pair of gloves and began to roll Trinity's nipple between
his fingers to be sure that it was fully erect. It took only a quick touch to
bring it to a fully erect state and then he clamped it. He slowly pierced the
flesh and inserted the unique device, capping the ends so that it would remain
in place. His assistant immediately began to swab the nipple, both cleaning up
the blood and applying an anti-septic ointment.
He repeated the procedure with the other nipple.
He nodded in satisfaction. "All in place. Now we move down to the subject's
vaginal area for placement of the remainder of the devices. This site was
chosen as it is also highly reactive to numerous forms of stimuli which will
give the best signals for study. The devices will not impede normal activity
and upon completion of the experiment will be removed. Each device is coated
with a blend of anti-healing ointments so that scar tissue will not form and the
wound will fully close upon the removal of the devices." he explained, snapping
off his gloves and putting on a fresh pair once more.
"The placement of these particular devices is an experimental one as concerns
the final selection that will be implanted today. The areas of highest
sensitivity and activity are the clitoris, the cervix, and the anterior region
of the vaginal wall, commonly referred to as the G spot. These regions however
have a unique disadvantage in that they are not conducive to the actual
implantation of these devices. In the clitoris, the devices themselves would
likely over stimulate the subject, as would a device attached to the interior
vaginal wall. The cervix is likely an easier placement, though the subject may
encounter a higher level of pain than is acceptable by the protocol.
He nodded to a technician who was standing near Trinity's head. "Please
introduce two liters of the Abrin solution into the patient via the stomach
tube." he instructed, moving his equipment into place between Trinity's legs,
including the endoscope and related attachments.
"The Abrin solution is normally inert and rather lacking in properties, but once
introduced to gastric acids within the stomach produce several effects favorable
for this procedure as well as effects for the experiment at large. First, it
serves as a way to ensure that the placement of the device via the urethra has
been successful. By the time I finish that procedure the solution will have
worked it's way to the bladder and so I can immediately be sure there is no
blockage. Secondly, the solution has the interesting property of acting as a
signal enhancer."
"I have come up with an interim solution that will place these devices in the
following locations -- one will be placed beneath the prepuce at the base of the
clitoral shaft rather than through the clitoris itself. The other will be
placed in the area between the urethra and the vaginal wall quite near the
cervix -- this will be accomplished by using endoscopic surgery through the
urethra. This location will give us maximum sensation while avoiding the
restrictions of the protocol. This will require a catheter for the duration of
the experiment, but a catheter is not prohibited by the terms of the grant. The
last device will be placed internally and sutured directly to the vaginal wall
near the Skene's glands, but not directly placed at the highest concentration of
glands." he explained for the benefit of his team and the recorders.
He used a specially designed forceps to pull the skin of the clitoral hood back,
exposing both the clit and the location where the tiny device would reside for
the duration of the experiment.
He carefully placed the baby pea-sized device just at the base so that once it
was attached with sutures, the prepuce would cover it as well as covering the
clit.
He worked carefully, placing several stitches and then worked the clit hood back
into place. It was a tight fit and provide a measure of stimulation because of
the proximity, but well within the limits outlined in the protocol.
"I will next place the interior device." he said, taking a speculum and
inserting it deeply into Trinity's widely spread vagina. He opened the speculum
to its widest point and adjusted it so that the area of the Skene's glands was
accessible to his device and sutures. He made a small incision and seated the
device, suturing it in place. He eyed the cervix, visible now with the subject
spread open so widely. He contemplated some way of putting the device at it's
opening despite his plans to implant it via the urethra.
Perhaps later on he thought wistfully. It was a procedure he could do without
other staff present.
"Now for the placement of the final device -- via the urethral opening." he
said, moving the equipment into place. He used a spreader bar to spread
Trinity's outer and inner labia wide open, exposing the tiny opening of her
urethra.
He then positioned the endoscopic unit so that he could work his way up the
urethra to a point just before it opened into the bladder. Once the site was
found, he made a tiny incision through the wall of the urethra and then
carefully moved the probe so that he found the closest location of the cervix
beyond the wall of the tissue. He carefully implanted the device and sutured it
all in place.
He inserted a catheter and spoke while he waited to be sure that the site was
properly sutured.
"Final phase of preparatory procedures, checking all incisions and units." he
said, nodding to another technician that had been closely observing the
monitors.
"All within normal parameters doctor." he said, "Fully functional and gathering
data already, noted as a chemically restrained state with less than 10%
awareness of events."
"Excellent." the doctor said, opening the valve on the catheter and smiling as
pale urine emerged into the collection bag.
"Looks like we are ready to begin the actual experiments once the subject wakes
and is prepared. Please meet in the examination room 3 at 8 PM so that we can
begin." the doctor said, dismissing the staff once they removed the stomach
tube and retractors from Trinity's mouth and vagina.
The technicians and collaborators filed out of the surgery room leaving only
Trinity, the doctor and Dr. Wingate behind.
"That went exceedingly well though we may have to rethink the location of the
clitoral and cervical probes." Dr. Wingate said thoughtfully, caressing
Trinity's nipples and then moving down to stroke her vulva.
She watched the monitors as she did so, noting the sudden rise in some signal
levels and dips in others.
"This is going to be quite exciting. We have a window into her brain, we can
know better than she does how she reacts to stimuli!" Dr. Wingate said,
excitement tingeing her voice now.
"And we can store, analyze and map the data, as well as use it for interesting
feedback loops. We have complete control over her now." The doctor added,
smiling down at the still sleeping Trinity.
"We should really be sure that everything really works correctly." Dr. Wingate
suggested hopefully.
He paused before speaking, a smile coming to his lips. "Quite right Dr.
Wingate, quite right. We want the 8 PM session to go off flawlessly." he
agreed.
"The Abrin should be fully in her system now, opening her up to suggestions."
Dr. Wingate continued. "So we should see if we can wake her and have her answer
some questions."
"Yes, yes. Quite right. Then we stimulate her with some images to monitor her
reactions and if there is still time, we should try some direct physical
stimulation."
"Excellent." Dr. Wingate said, moving to give Trinity the injection that would
counter the sedative.
She covered Trinity's eyes with a thick layer of gauze and sat on a stool right
near her head.
"Trinity? Wake up dear, you're all ready to begin." Dr. Wingate said softly,
stroking Trinity's arm and then letting her fingers trail along the side of
Trinity's breast. She lightly touched the now swollen nipple and the doctor
indicated that the monitors were accurately working.
"Mmmm .. " Trinity said dreamily.
"Your eyes are covered to protect them from the bright lights as you've just
completed surgery." Dr. Wingate continued, her voice low and soothing now.
"Hmmmm ... okay." Trinity replied.
"As you wake more fully, you will feel quite a bit of pain from the surgery, but
we can't give you pain medication as that would skew the results of the tests we
are taking. It shouldn't be that bad, perhaps just a matter of moving slowly
and carefully, or even better, not moving at all." Dr. Wingate said gently,
smiling now.
"Hmmmm ... I can do that." Trinity answered, sounding very much as if she were
drunk.
"How do you feel Trinity?" Dr. Wingate asked.
"I feel ... fine ... really, really fine. Had some really good dreams."
"Dreams? What kind of dreams Trinity?" Dr. Wingate asked softly, checking to
make sure that the nylon restraining straps were still snugly in place. She
nodded to her husband so that he would check those still restraining Trinity's
legs in a spread position.
"Hands, lots of hands touching me all over. Warm and nice. And just this nice
feeling of being held tight. Really tight so I can't move. I like that. I
heard voices but could never figure out what they were saying, but it wasn't a
scary dream." Trinity said slowly, trying to recapture the feelings evoked by
her dreams.
"That sounds quite nice Trinity. Perhaps the surgery itself fed those dreams.
You were handled by many technicians as you were prepped for surgery and of
course, touched during the actual surgery itself. I happen to be a very
physical person and I believe patients always do better with a human touch."
Dr. Wingate replied softly, running her hand over Trinity's shoulder, and then
down her arm.
"Surgery ... yeah, I forgot about that." Trinity said, waking more fully now.
"I can't move though ... " she said, tensing against the restraints.
"You are still restrained Trinity so that you don't hurt yourself or the
incisions. They will hurt a lot less if you remain very still for a day or
two." Dr. Wingate explained gently.
"Oh ... okay. I'm too tired to move anyway." Trinity sighed softly.
"Now then, tell me more about your dreams. Not just this one, but other ones.
What do you like to dream about Trinity?" Dr. Wingate asked.
"Lots of things really." Trinity began, trying to collect her thoughts.
"Mostly stuff that I'm not supposed to be dreaming about I guess."
"Dreams can be anything Trinity, there is no such thing as a dream you aren't
supposed to have. I had lots of fun dreams when I was your age. Dreams about
being some heroine that defied pirates and all kinds of evil wrongdoers. Dreams
about the man I would someday meet and what we would do together. Dreams about
sex, dreams about men trying to conquer me, only to fail because I was stronger
than them .. not physically, but mentally." Dr. Wingate smiled.
Trinity managed a small chuckle and then winced. "Owww ... that wasn't a good
idea. Everything is starting to hurt ... between my legs and inside .. and my
... uh ... nipples even." Trinity murmured softly.
"Yes, we implanted our sensors and transmitters in various places on your body,
but the good news is that they really just look like body piercings and they
match the piercings you already have anyway. You seem to like piercing a lot."
Dr. Wingate replied.
"Yeah, love them. Love the pain as the needle goes through ... feeling it
stretch inside and then the pop as the needle breaks through the skin. It's
such a rush! I loved doing my cunt lips ... those were fun. I did a triangle
piercing once myself, but then took it out because it made me so horny all the
time."
"You did all your own piercing?" Dr. Wingate asked.
"No, the ones on my face I had done by some shop in town. I just do the ones on
my cunt myself ... sometimes I keep them, sometimes I just do it and let it
close up."
"Why is that Trinity?"
"Oh .. because it feels good and I don't want to be a walking jewelry rack ...
if I kept all my piercings I'd have 20 or 30 hanging all over me. I was going
to do my nipples anyway because I want rings like mom has, but then all this
shit happened and I didn't get around to it. Wish I could see what I have now.
Feels really good ... burning kind of nervy pain .. I like that. Makes me feel
all ... I don't know .. relaxed somehow ... but sort of makes me horny in a
different way. Something deep inside feels all energized and tickly, but not
like just diddling with myself .. I don't know how to explain it. Just makes me
want ... but I don't even know what it is I want." Trinity tried to shift her
legs a bit.
"Oh ... forgot. Feels like my legs are spread." Trinity said softly, a note of
slyness creeping into her voice now. "You like spread legs? Isn't my cunt
cute?" she asked.
"Your cunt is quite cute Trinity and spread wide open so that you don't disturb
the sensors and your incisions. Do you like feeling spread open Trinity?" Dr.
Wingate asked softly.
"Yeah .. I kinda do. The Doc said that this was going to be recorded? Can I
see it later? Lots of people will be looking at these tapes?" Trinity asked, a
small smile coming to her lips.
Dr. Wingate stifled a chuckle. "Yes Trinity, all the procedures have to be
recorded, both video and sound so that they can be studied. And if you want to,
you can see it all later. Not much to see really. Lots of instruments,
technical jargon and such. But, I guess there would be very clear images of
your body as the Doc, as you call him, inserted the various sensors and stuff."
Trinity smiled, "That would be cool. Too bad I was out for it all. I think it
would have been better to be awake for it all. Would have been like one of my
dreams where I'm all tied down and the evil scientist does things to me .. but I
never break. I'm always strong and they're amazed at what I can take ... so
amazed that they just can't believe how strong I am, how clever, how strong
minded. I always win."
Dr. Wingate smiled. "Maybe as the experiment progresses we can try something
like that to test what goes on in the brain when faced with extreme pain. As
you probably know, the body releases endorphins when confronted with pain and
lots of people enjoy pain simply for the sake of the endorphin rush. Of course,
there are many reasons people like to feel pain."
"Really? I mean, yeah, I sort of know some people love pain .. but I always
thought it was because they were sick in the head and all. I mean, what person
in their right mind wants to get beat, or burned or anything that hurts? In
biology I learned that pain is nature's way of telling us something is wrong ..
it's supposed to protect you, warn you that whatever you're doing is just plain
wrong .. so it seems ... well, wrong to like it." Trinity said, her voice a
mixture of disdain with a note of longing.
"What you learned is true as far as it goes Trinity. Pain is very much an
indicator that something is occurring that could be dangerous - putting your
hand to fire would be a bad thing and the pain of the flames nearing your skin
tells you what you can expect if you completed that action. It is meant to
protect your body - but in this age, where we have conquered much of nature, we
don't rely on pain indicators as much as we did back in our more primal days.
These days, as leisure time and education have filled our lives, we have begun
to explore many of our more primal reactions and yes, even make a kind of game
from toying with our reactions, blurring the lines between pleasure and pain.
The brain is quite adaptable and can be easily confused for interesting results.
That is what my husband and I are both studying - how the brain functions and
how it can be recorded and eventually, even manipulated. Look back to your own
example Trinity, you like the feeling of a needle piercing your skin. I know it
can be painful, and yet, you process that reaction as if it were in fact
pleasure. How is that different from other kinds of pain?" Dr. Wingate asked.
Trinity didn't reply right away and sighed as she tried to reply. "I don't know
... yeah, I guess piercing does hurt and I know it hurts, but it just doesn't
really seem that way to me. It makes me feel good .. and like you said about
those endorphin things, I get a rush after I've done it. It's just more than a
feeling from my body ... it feels good in my mind .. emotionally maybe. I'm
always real relaxed after I do it .. but energized somehow .. I ... I feel ..
successful somehow .. I've done something not many people do. I know .. that
doesn't make much sense I guess."
"It does make sense actually Trinity. I have some theories I'll share with you
later that might help you work through this all. Right now, it would be hard
for you to think about these things because you are still recovering from the
surgery. But, you were telling me about your dreams." Dr. Wingate prompted
gently.
"Oh yeah ... my dreams." Trinity said softly.
Dr. Wingate winked at her husband though he didn't notice as he watched the
monitors and took notes. She smiled inwardly wondering how any red-blooded male
could be more interested in the readouts than a pretty young woman splayed out
naked before him. She shook her head softly, knowing that once they finished
for the day, an interesting night was ahead once his sexuality caught up with
what was going on.
She pressed her legs together, knowing that she was quite aroused herself but
relishing the fact that she wouldn't do anything about it for quite some time.
"Well, I have lots of dreams about dark robed priests of some kind punishing me
for not believing in their religion ... I like that one. They are all stern
older men ... with strong hands ... and they really believe that I have to like
find God or something ... so they work me over ... trying to make me believe ..
but sometimes it's that I've done something evil like being caught playing with
myself and so I have to get redeemed or something. Other times though, it's
more like they just want sex, but don't want people to know they are breaking
their vows, so they just kind of pretend that what they are doing isn't sex ...
I mean, they make it look like it's something from some ancient church writings
.. special punishments because I'm so incorrigible .. you know?" Trinity ended
in a rush, her breathing quickening a bit.
Dr. Wingate smiled, "Yes, I think I understand what you mean. More like a
corruption of innocence theme?"
"Yeah, I think that's it. In those dreams, I don't know about what men and
women do with each other and I look to the priests like they are teachers, and I
trust them to make me well ... or to guide me correctly ... and so, I accept
what they do eagerly because I want to be good ... and I don't really know what
they are doing is bad .. even though it always involves things that maybe people
just don't do a lot. I don't know. Half the time, everything seems so normal,
like everyone does it, and other times, every little thing seems like it's
perverted, you know?"
"What kinds of things seem perverted?" Dr. Wingate asked curiously.
"Oh .. well ... like the piercings. But I read up on it and it's been done
going way, way back .. people act like it's just kinky teens doing it today, but
it's been done all around the world since the beginning of time." Trinity
explained.
"But in my dreams, well, other things happen, not just piercings. In my dreams,
well, lots of bad things happen. Sometimes I like to imagine embarrassing things
happening to me, or get whipped until I'm screaming, or tied up somehow and
tortured with different things that really hurt ... I even think up weird
machines that do stuff to you. You know, big things being forced into my cunt
or even my ass ... intense things that make you dizzy and breathless shaky. So,
I know those things are really evil but I kind of like thinking about them. So,
it's perverted because ... well, it isn't right and so maybe there is this thing
like Original Sin and all. I mean, I'm pretty normal in every way ... had a
normal life, but my mind just goes to these dark places anyway. Maybe that's
what they mean by it. Maybe there is just something inside some people that
makes them ... well, get perverted ... and sinful .. even though I'm not sure
who I'm sinning against. Maybe sinning is just doing bad things, even to
yourself?"
Dr. Wingate chose her words carefully, a slight frown on her face. "Sin is an
interesting concept that has plagued mankind since the origins of organized
religion. That Man isn't perfect is a foregone conclusion - it is living life
consciously and making proper choices that eventually moves Man closer to being
perfect - but of course that does depend on what he has chosen as being
'perfect'. Most don't have a clear idea of what it means to achieve perfection
and so fail for that very reason. If one wishes to achieve any goal, one has to
have a clear idea of what that goal is. I personally don't believe there is one
kind of perfection that each person must strive for. It is very much a personal
choice and it depends on what is important to that person, and what traits are
of interest to that person. Religion tends to make a 'one size fits all' kind
of perfection and then they go on to say that Man can never achieve such
perfection anyway. In all the management workshops I've attended in my
lifetime, I can tell you that stating an impossible goal is not very much of a
motivator and in fact, works in reverse to keep everyone at some particular
level of development, without hope of ever achieving more." Dr. Wingate paused
to take a deep breath.
"In more simple terms, imagine that each and every person on this planet has a
right to live his own life so long as he does not infringe on the rights of any
other person. That means, at least in this country, that each individual is
free to exist for his own sake, has a right to liberty and the pursuit of
happiness. As you can guess, our Constitution does not guarantee happiness,
only that you are free to make your own choices to achieve it and not to hurt
another individual in that process. Whatever you do to yourself, or give
permission for others to do to you is not 'sinful' in that regard. You have a
right to do as you please, whether it is masturbating 24 hours a day or poking
yourself full of holes because you like piercing. These acts do not hurt anyone
in the least and you derive enjoyment from them. The only question that should
be addressed is perhaps why you would enjoy such activities but for most people,
the enjoyment is answer enough. For me however, that was never enough and it is
exactly those kinds of urges I am interested in studying as I have learned that
things don't happen without some cause. I've made it my job to understand the
causes of such urges - not because any of these urges are wrong but because they
are often represent quite powerful forces that tend to disrupt people's lives
with feelings of guilt and shame and low self-esteem."
"When some elements of society make their decrees about what they find
acceptable, it is usually only a veiled attempt at enslaving those that might be
different. It is the uneducated morons who believe that Man must be protected
from their own 'evil' impulses as if every Man were in fact born evil. And then
there is the matter of what they consider evil. How many years did it take for
masturbation to be understood as something that is healthy? You may not know
that it used to be considered a sin, and I would suppose that many people still
do despite scientific evidence to the contrary and it only gets worse when you
get deeper into sexual desires such as using pain erotically, or even as a
cleansing of the soul. Perhaps kinky sex play is seen as a competitor for those
religions promising to save people's souls, eh?" Dr. Wingate chuckled.
Trinity smiled, "I'm not sure I got all that ... I mean, I think I know what
you're trying to say, but it's like .. well, just words, you know? Anyone can
say anything and make it seem right. How do you know what's really right and
really wrong? All my life I've heard all different kinds of things explained.
And just when I think I understand, somebody else says something different and
it's the opposite of what sounded right before. It's like there's this ... what
do you call it .. conspiracy ... I used to think it was just grown-ups not
wanting to tell kids what the read deal was .. but I know now that even
grown-ups don't know shit about anything and they say one thing and do another
anyway. Nobody knows anything for sure so how do I know what to believe? I
could talk to 50 other people that would tell me piercings, pain, spankings,
playing with myself is totally wrong and sinful and I could find 50 people to
tell me it's okay. Who do I believe?"
Dr. Wingate chuckled softly, "Now that is a very sophisticated question and one
that is hard to answer directly. It's what growing up is all about - how to
validate your beliefs, how to measure them against the facts, how to correlate
them with reality and choose accordingly. I can't tell you that in just a few
sentences. But what I can do is explore the kinds urges you have and perhaps
suggest where they might come from and tell you a bit about what they do for you
and why."
"For example, do you believe that homosexual activities are sinful?" Dr.
Wingate asked.
"Two guys or two girls doing it together? No, I don't think there's anything
wrong with that ... I think. I know some people don't like ... but it doesn't
seem sinful to me." Trinity replied.
"Now why do you believe that it isn't sinful?" Dr. Wingate continued.
"Well ... I guess ... if that's what they want to do, it should be okay. Like
what you said about the Constitution and all .. they just want to be happy and
it's kind of fun having sex with different people .. I mean, sometimes I like
playing with girls, sometimes I want a man ... both are fun .. right?" Trinity
asked, sounding uncertain now.
"Yes, exactly right Trinity." Dr. Wingate said, brushing the tip of her finger
gently across Trinity's nipple and letting it softly trail to her other nipple.
Trinity gasped softly. "Mmmmm ... that feels nice ... it's so soft feeling ..
and it kind of ... blends with the deep nervy pain there .. " she murmured
softly.
"But does it make it right just because we both believe it's right? How do we
know for sure?" Dr. Wingate prompted, moving her finger slowly down Trinity's
abdomen, enjoying the soft intake of breath and the sudden goosebumps that
appeared on her skin.
"Well .. it's not hurting anyone .. ahhhh .. " Trinity sighed softly, arching
her back as much as the restraints would allow. "That is really making me feel
horny .... " she whispered.
"Do you want me to stop?" Dr. Wingate asked.
"What a question .. it's just that usually, older people don't want anything to
do with me. Sometimes I'll tell someone I'm older, because I look it ... and
then they're okay with it. But usually, they just ignore me .. and you know
how old I am .. so I'm surprised that .. well, you know .. that you find me
interesting like that ... " Trinity stammered.
Dr. Wingate moved her hand so that it rested on Trinity's arm and smiled.
"You are a very attractive young woman as I'm sure you know. I went through the
same thing you did and despised the men that wouldn't have me. Of course, it
wasn't until I was a bit older that I realized that men were afraid of me only
because there are laws everywhere that say a woman under 18 can't be had by a
man. They call it statutory rape and it believe me, a man rarely wants to risk
the consequences of bedding a woman who is under legal age. Yes, it happens,
and quite often, but most men weigh the risks carefully and generally decide
that over 18 is much safer, legally speaking." Dr. Wingate explained.
"But that's just so unfair!" Trinity exclaimed in frustration. "I know all
that but where are the men with the balls to fuck a woman that wants it and
needs it? I don't want to be fucked by some dumb kid my own age. They don't
know crap about how to do it and they're boring.
Dr. Wingate chuckled, "Yes, I know exactly what you mean. When I was 15 I
passed myself off as 18 and found a wonderful older man to take me. My
girlfriends had told me about what they did with their boyfriends in the car, or
somewhere in the woods and that just wasn't for me! When I did it, I did it in
a luxury hotel room with room service and a wonderful man that really, really
knew what he was all about."
Dr. Wingate smiled as she recalled the events and quickly got back to the
subject.
"All that aside though, let's get back to the dreams you like to have. You've
mentioned that you like religious fantasies, and of course, the evil scientist
scenario. Are there others?"
"Well, those are my favorites I think. Sometimes though I do like the Victorian
kind of fantasy ... you know, a young woman goes to work for the lord of the
manor not knowing that he is very, very strict, and expects her to be perfectly
dressed, perfectly mannered and all that kind of thing. Back in the old days,
women didn't have any rights and men just kind of owned them so they could make
the women have sex whenever they wanted to and didn't have to answer to anyone.
But I only think about that sometimes because mostly I know it must have been an
awful time for women because the men back then were probably not nice like they
are today .. they didn't have to be." Trinity concluded.
Dr. Wingate nodded, "Yes, quite right. I think men and women are still trying
to figure out what to do with each other now that they seen as equal at least in
the legal sense. Can you describe to me your favorite fantasy?"
Trinity smiled softly, "Sure ... it would be nice to kind of float and imagine
... " she mused softly. "Give me a minute to decide and work it up a bit .. "
"Take all the time you need dear." Dr. Wingate replied softly, rising from her
seat next to Trinity and touching her husband's shoulder lightly.
She nodded at him and mouthed the words "Pay attention now!".
He smiled and nodded, indicating that the recording has been going extremely
well, pointing out several peaks and valleys in the data. He gave her a thumbs
up and she returned to Trinity's side, letting her hand trail over Trinity's
abdomen and lightly circled each of her breasts before taking her seat.
Trinity gasped softly at the touch and smiled. "My favorite, favorite fantasy
takes place .. " she grinned broadly for a moment before continuing, "in a
mental institution of all places. You see, my Dad is a super secret agent
working for the government and somehow, the enemy found out he had a daughter
and so they kidnapped me and hid me away in some private institution in some
foreign country where no one asks questions and where of course, they speak a
different language that I don't. There's no one I can tell about what is going
on, they think I'm loony anyway and the evil doctor there wants me to reveal
where my father goes, his hangouts, where he might hide."
"So, even though the institution is a real and normal place, this evil doctor
uses the facilities there to interrogate me all the time. ..."
-=-=-=-=
"Just so you now, there is no escape from here. In this country, they view
mentally ill people as lower than lepers, especially violent ones like you.
I've briefed them fully on what violence you are capable off, due to a tragic
and inoperable tumor that is incurable. What you will find here is no mercy, no
assistance and least of all, any understanding. You are viewed as a wild animal
that must be contained." the man said.
I tried to keep calm as the evil man made this pronouncement. I wanted nothing
more than to scratch his eyes out, to kick, scream, tear at him in some way. I
could literally feel my blood boiling at the injustice of it all, but I knew
that there was more at stake in this than just my feelings. They needed
information about my father, and I was damned if I was going to give it to them.
I took several deep breaths, trying to sound calm as I addressed the man, amazed
that someone so handsome could be capable of such evil.
"No wonder you chose this place, it suits your own nature, doesn't it?" I
asked, my heart pounding even more in my chest now.
The man chuckled, "Yes indeed. And very soon now you will understand just what
I am capable of."
"Whatever. I won't cooperate no matter what you do to me. You're messing with
the wrong girl here." I retorted.
"I'll come see you again after you've been processed and we'll see how
cooperative you can be." He said, rising now and exiting the room without a
backward glance.
The next hour or two went by in a blur. I tried to pretend it was happening to
someone else. Hands everywhere, touching, pulling, hurting with no thought as
to what I might be feeling. They scrubbed me with bristle brushes while I was
suspended by my wrists, my feet barely able to get on solid ground. I felt so
helplessly exposed as they invaded my most intimate places so clinically. They
cleaned me out inside as well and it was the most humiliating experience of my
life. I tried to focus on why I was here though, knowing that they wouldn't get
any information out of me, no matter what they did. I tried to remember that
everyone has intimate places, it's nothing they haven't seen before, but it's
hard to remember that when it's your own body they are handling so rudely with
no care about how I might feel. I wondered if all the patients got treated that
way here. There was no hatred in their acts, only duty it seemed. I almost
wished one of the orderlies would at least show some interest in my body, a
whistle, a leer, something to indicate that I was a healthy and pretty good
looking young woman. But they didn't.
Soon enough, I was very tightly strapped onto a narrow hospital type bed with
side rails that could be moved to different heights. I thought it almost looked
like a babies crib, but the metal bars and the attachments on the side spoiled
the look. The thick nylon straps pinned my arms at my sides and separate straps
held down my thighs so that my legs were parted but not fully spread. Two even
thicker straps were secured over my abdomen, one above my breasts and one below.
Another thick strap was tightened over my hips. The only thing I could move was
my head and my fingers and toes. The straps dug into my flesh. A thin white
sheet was then draped over my naked body and they finally left the room.
I'm not sure how much time went by as I waited for the doctor to come back. I
tried to keep telling myself that I was doing something important, that I had to
resist whatever it was they might do to me. For Daddy. I wasn't going to let
my weakness get him hurt by these evil people. Over and over I told myself
that.
"Well now, there you are, all clean and ready for the doctor." his voice came
to me suddenly. My eyes flew open, had I fallen asleep? I hadn't heard him
enter the room. An orderly wheeled in a cart behind the doctor and then left
the room.
The doctor moved a chair closer to my bed and pulled the cart closer. "What
would a doctor be without his tools?" he asked rhetorically as he uncovered the
cart to reveal an array of tools and syringes and vials of liquid. He snapped
on a pair of latex gloves, smoothing them down for a perfect fit.
"As you probably know, I could use some variant of a truth serum, but seriously,
they don't work all that well. I prefer the old fashioned approach." He
smiled, lifting a syringe from the cart and selecting an 18 gauge needle for it.
"This should be a good start." he said as he then selected a vial with a clear,
almost yellowish liquid inside to fill the syringe with. "I like the long
needles, don't you?" he asked.
I watched as he filled the syringe. The needle was longer than any one I had
ever seen at a doctor's office but I couldn't figure out what he was filling it
with if it wasn't truth serum. I wasn't going to ask either. I tensed my leg,
thinking he would inject whatever it was into my thigh as my bottom was
unavailable.
I couldn't help but watch his hands as he began to move towards me. Stunned, I
watched as he plucked the sheet from me and moved to grasp my breast. I wanted
to scream suddenly as I realized that he intended to give me a shot in my breast
of all places, but I couldn't. I kept watching, seeing his hand roughly grab my
nipple and pull it up. Then my eyes were on the needle as it moved closer and
closer. I don't know if he moved slowly, or if it was just time slowing down in
my own mind. I felt the sensation as the needle touched my flesh, a kind of
sting that immediately made my eyes water a little. I watched helplessly as the
needle entered my breast, right where the pink part of the nipple meets the rest
of the breast.
I gasped, biting my lip and grinding my teeth as the needle pressed more deeply
into my flesh and suddenly felt or heard a little pop as the needle actually
punctured my skin. Then a weird pulling, stingy nervy sensation as he pushed it
in deeper. Tears were rolling from my eyes at the intense feeling of the needle
going into my skin, but I refused to cry out. I started breathing hard, trying
to make the pain go away or at least figure out if worse was to come. It was
getting incredibly intense now and I gasped again as he began to force the
solution into my breast.
I scrunched my eyes closed, fighting the heavy straps that held me down. Now I
knew why there were so many.
"Now then Trinity darling, do you have anything to say to me?" he asked gently,
as if we were having a conversation over dinner.
I shook my head, not even wanting to give him the satisfaction of an answer.
"Yes, I thought it might be too soon to gain your cooperation."
I felt another prick on the same breast, and again that burning, nervy pain that
seemed to affect me deep inside somewhere. I was beginning to sweat ... no ..
.perspire. Women don't sweat, they perspire I reminded myself, unable to keep
from struggling against the tight bands of nylon holding me down so securely.
Again and again I felt the sting and burn as I gasped and struggled, feeling
lightheaded now. What was in that stuff?
"Now then my dear Trinity. You are such a fetching young woman, I would hate to
have to disfigure you too much. You have your whole life ahead of you." he said
softly.
I shook my head, wishing he would stop speaking to me. I was beginning to find
a way to keep some of the pain away, but his words interrupted me.
I felt his latex covered hands on my breasts, but differently than when he was
getting ready to give me a shot. I refused to open my eyes but couldn't help it
when I felt an intense burning sensation and then an odd pulling. It took my
breath away and when I saw the scalpel I screamed.
He was cutting my breast! Blood began to flow from a long cut across the top of
my breast.
"Yes, I thought that might get your attention Trinity. Perhaps you have
something to say to me now?" he asked softly.
I screamed again, unable to help myself.
"I was hoping for something more coherent than that."
I shook my head, biting my lips so that I wouldn't speak. Daddy! Oh God Daddy
where are you? I can't do this ... I can't .. they're cutting me up! I tried
so hard to remember that I had to save him .. couldn't give them the
information.
I felt his latex covered hands move on my other breast and screamed before I
even felt the scalpel split my flesh again. I thrashed against the straps,
tears rolling from my eyes. No!! No!!
"Now, now Trinity. It's not really so bad. A bit of blood, nice clean lines
cut into your lovely breasts. Did you get to see how nice and puffy your
aurelos are now? I injected them so that they are nice and puffy, I happen to
prefer that style of nipple. Maybe I'll have to make that something more
permanent on you. Wouldn't you prefer those kinds of nipples?"
I screamed again and shook my head, more afraid now than I've ever been in my
life. It wasn't supposed to be this way. This man was evil! He liked what he
was doing! I felt myself begin to tremble, unable to control the way my heart
was pounding, how afraid I was of what was to come. I could just tell him ...
that would be okay ... wouldn't it? No! No!
"I'm a patient man Trinity, and I have lots of plans for you. Your body will be
my canvas and ultimately, I will control every aspect of it. Imagine that in
about 2 weeks, I can completely change your reactions so that you will only
respond to me. I can let you go and you will never enjoy another man touching
you. Of course, what man would touch you with all the new scars you will have,
eh?"
I tried to shut out his words, trying to find a place inside my own mind that
would make him go away. His hands moved over my body again, the feeling of the
gloves so odd ... and .. I shut those thoughts away. I didn't want his hands on
me and tensed, knowing something else was about to happen.
I felt the same burning cut but this time across my pubic bone. They had shaved
my pubic hair off but somehow I could feel it when the scalpel cut into the hair
follicles or something. It hurt worse than when he cut my breasts and I
couldn't help but scream again and again. I have to be stronger .. I have to be
stronger ... he's killing me!
I heard something clanking on the bed ... I didn't want to open my eyes, but had
to. He was adjusting the bed so that my head was lowered a bit and my hips
raised. The section of bed beneath my legs slid away, and the boards that my
thighs were strapped to moved apart, pinching my skin horribly as it slowly slid
so that my legs were widely spread. He moved his chair to sit between my spread
legs, smiling at me as he did so.
I closed my eyes tightly, tensing for what was to come.
"I notice that your inner labia are protruding slightly from your outer labia.
That is a medical condition I can correct free of charge. In fact, it would be
my pleasure to trim them properly so that they don't later interfere with sexual
activities."
I couldn't believe my ears, I wanted to shut it all away. I felt his hands
tugging at my sex, his latex covered fingers entering me.
"Ah, so you are a virgin. I am stunned. I've heard it said that most American
girls lose this quite young in life. But you're such a good little girl, aren't
you? Saving your virginity for some very special man I'll bet. Well Trinity, I
am a very special man and I'm not impressed by virgins. I prefer experienced
women and I'll be happy to provide that experience for you."
"Shall I adjust the mirrors so that you can watch as I take your virginity? Or
will watching it on video later be enough for you?" he asked.
Daddy!!! Daddy!!! I wished with all my might that he could somehow know what a
terrible place I was in.
"Please ... please ... " I gasped, not even knowing what I was begging for.
"Please don't do this ... "
"Trinity darling, you know what I want. Nothing less than the locations where
we might find your father will do. Whatever I do to you is in your own control.
It's your choice." He replied reasonably.
"You lying sack of shit!" I screamed, hating his voice, his hands touching me,
cutting me, probing me.
"It's not my choice! You're doing it! How dare you even say such a thing!" I
screamed at him, knowing for the first time what a true hateful rage was. I
yanked hard against the restraints and felt the bed move a bit with my efforts.
I kept at it, seeing that it was having some effect.
"Yes, yes, you may struggle if you choose to do so. It won't affect the
outcome." he said just as I felt a hard pinch somewhere between my legs. I
stopped struggling, heaving and out of breath.
"Since you've chosen not to have the mirrors placed, I'll just describe the
changes I'm making to your vulva." he commented, lifting another tool from the
cart.
"I've set this spreader so that I can easily have access to your inner labia.
I've clamped off the one side and will now clamp the other so that I can excise
the excess material. There'll be some blood, but not too much and then I will
cauterize the incisions before moving on to the next procedure which is to
surgically remove that pesky little hymen. I could of course just force my
fingers inside you to break it, but neatness counts. I don't want a nasty old
torn hymen, I want a nicely cut hymen for perfect symmetry."
-=-=-=-
Dr. Wingate couldn't help her own state of arousal as Trinity shared her most
intimate fantasy. She glanced at her husband who was completely absorbed in
watching the readouts. He turned as the signals dipped a bit, a question in his
eyes.
Dr. Wingate shrugged and smiled, "Trinity dear, please go on." she prompted
softly.
To be continued ....
