The applause had died down and the audience had almost completely filed out of the lecture hall. Professor Keller-Watson had just delivered another brilliant lecture in his popular series, "Electricity is Life," and Miss Molly Prim was screwing down her courage in order to fulfill the promise that she'd made to herself. This time… this time she would talk with the Professor. After all, why not? This was the beginning of the twentieth century. Even young women like herself were fully capable of entering into learned discussions with Edison, Bell, and the other great men of science. Why some women were even smoking in public, although she would never take up such a disgusting habit.

"The Professor is leaving the stage," Molly observed to herself. "It's now or never. Carpe Dieum!"

"Professor… Professor."

"Yes," the Professor said as he wheeled around to see who was hailing him. "Can I help you Miss… Miss…"

"Prim, Molly Prim," Molly managed to get out despite her heart pounding in her throat. Collecting her composure, she extended her gloved hand.

The Professor accepted her handshake. "Well Miss Prim, haven't I seen you in my audience at my three previous lectures?" The Professor was smiling, and his young admirer was also attractive--dressed in her white shirtwaist blouse, black full-length skirt, and a white straw boater atop her well-coiffured blond hair. "Must be from Boston," the Professor privately opined.

"Yes you have Professor," Molly answered. "I've traveled here from Vasser especially to hear all of your most illuminating and brilliantly delivered lectures." Molly was hoping that she wasn't sounding at all like the silly schoolgirl she was feeling at the moment. She was hoping that the Professor would accept her as a young admirer interested in sharing a scientific discussion.

"Well, Miss Prim. Such devotion in coming all the way to Philadelphia just to hear some boring old man expound on esoteric subjects is certainly worthy of a few minutes of my time. Would you care to join me for some coffee in my laboratory?"

Molly was thrilled at being accepted by this great man and at the invitation.

"I would be delighted to accept your invitation, Professor. And I find you neither old nor boring. The material in your lectures interests me deeply."

The two then walked off the stage, through a convoluted set of hallways and stairways, and finally into a large brick-walled room filled with books, chemistry glassware, benches, electrical machinery, and other scientific apparatus. Taking a moment to soak it all in, Molly thought to herself, "I'm finally in His place of science, the place where his genius springs forth."

"I apologize for the disarray, Miss Prim. It's hard to find let alone keep qualified assistants these days. Please sit. I'll prepare some coffee. Do you take cream and sugar?" The Professor in clearing papers and clutter from a small table and chairs in one corner of the laboratory was attempting to make the place more comfortable for his charming guest.

"Oh please Professor, you needn't take any special pains on my account, really," Molly said in politeness. She did, however, use her handkerchief to dust off her chair when the Professor's attention was directed elsewhere.

Soon the two were sipping their coffee and delightfully engaging in a conversation on a wide variety of topics ranging from the inventions of Edison, the contribution of Krupp to the science of armaments, the politics of T. R. Roosevelt, and even to commentary on the relative social scenes of Boston and Philadelphia. Molly delighted in being taken seriously in discussions that her father and mother would have regarded as being the province of men over cigars and brandy in the parlor. During the conversation, Molly allowed the Professor to call her by her first name--seeing as the two of them had achieved some level of familiarity. She was only slightly disappointed when he did not reciprocate, but that, of course, was only proper considering the relative disparity in their life achievements.

The Professor delighted in Molly's breadth of learning and her scientific reasoning ability. He also delighted in the fact that this young attractive woman was stirring in him more than just an intellectual interest.

"I was particularly noticing that very unusual chair you have in the corner of the laboratory," Molly said in yet another change in conversational direction. "Is that part of one of your experiments relating to your lecture series, Professor?"

A gleam shown in the Professor's eyes. It was as if he was a collector of rare art being asked to show off and explain his most prized possession. With delight, animation, and enthusiasm he launched into an explanation of his prized bit of experimental scientific apparatus.

"Yes indeed, Molly. This chair is in fact is key to my experiments in determining the relationship between electricity and the life force. You'll recall our earlier conversation about Dr. Freud in Vienna, with whom I'm currently in correspondence. His concept of the human female achieving ultimate satisfaction largely through 'receptive' activities is what I'm studying through the use of this chair."

Molly chimed in excitedly, "Ah, Professor. How wonderful! An actual scientific demonstration of the principals of Dr. Freud utilizing the electrical forces of the universe. How specifically does the chair figure into this?"

"You'll notice my dear the unusual construction of the chair. It is my own design. You'll notice also it allows for various positional alignments required during the course of the experiments, yet it is still very comfortable and safe for the subjects. This is the reason for the sturdy construction and the leather restraining straps to prevent the subject from harming herself."

"Subjects… herself…? Women subjects… Professor?"

"Yes Molly. Human females are the subjects of my current series of experiments. But, alas, it's hard to find subjects interested in furthering the cause of science--even in progressive Philadelphia. I've sometimes had to resort to … ahem… women of the night to carry on my research, but of course that markedly affects the results."

"Excuse me Professor, but might I humbly suggest that I'd be willing to offer myself as a subject for your research. I'd consider it a high honor to work with you in some small way in furthering the interests of science."

"But I couldn't my dear. I'd feel like I'd be imposing on our newfound friendship."

"Please Professor, I insist."

"Very well, Molly," the Professor appeared to sigh in resignation. "Then please remove your garments--all of them."

"Professor… I… I… couldn't," Molly replied almost recoiling at the suggestion.

Dryly the Professor intoned, "Come, come my dear Miss Prim. We are both scientists. Don't you realize in your study of Dr. Freud's works that all in the world has a sexual connotation? Why even his cigars are but phallic symbols. The human body is nature's most perfect handiwork, and nothing--not even clothing--should stand in the way of scientific knowledge. And please do not even think for one minute that any of my interest has the slightest touch of impropriety. The choice is yours of course."

Molly thought long and hard. Finally she reasoned that in the interests of science, prudish modesty be damned. Soon she was standing totally naked next to her neatly folded and stacked shoes, hose, skirt, blouse, pantaloons, camisole, boater, and even her hairpins. Still the last vestige of her Bostonian upbringing modesty had her position one arm across her ample breasts and one hand covering her pubis. She felt a mixture of excitement, daring, and--to her shame--a touch of shame. Her whole upper torso and face turned beet red. She had to cast her eyes to the floor.

"Don't be ashamed my dear. I fully understand. Remember, however, that we're doing this for science."

Slowly and gently the Professor led Molly to the chair. His gentleness and his efficiency relieved much of her anxiety. This was truly a great man of science.

Soon Molly was firmly strapped into the chair. Strong leather straps were cinched around her limbs, knees, elbows, waist, chest, neck, and forehead. She found that in these restraints she could hardly wiggle.

The Professor then operated a lever on the chair and her legs were forced wide apart exposing her genitalia. Her torso once again turned red. She felt so exposed, vulnerable, and yet excited. This was the first time her genitalia were available to the view of anyone, let alone a man. Yet the Professor was a man… a man of science.

"Comfortable my dear?"

"Yes Professor, but I'm experiencing this mixture of strange but sometimes wonderful feelings and emotions."

"Ah! Very good my dear. That is not only to be expected, but it indicates that you're one of the few fortunate subjects who exhibits exceptional receptivity. This is very good indeed."

"I'm going to make a few preliminary reaction tests now before we proceed. Please don't be alarmed, but I do want your most honest reactions."

"I'll try," Molly replied.

The Professor then used his hands to gently caress her naked body--first on the arms, then her face, her shoulders… Molly felt thrilling waves of pleasure course through her body. It was like the feelings she had had on some fine spring mornings waking up in her own bed at home after having secretly read the adventures of Don Juan before dozing off to slumber the night before. And like on those mornings she closed her eyes, moaned, and stretched herself. And the presence of the restraints binding her naked body just enhanced these delicious feelings to new exquisite heights.

In this delicious warm pool of sensation in which she was swimming with closed eyes, she was aware that the Professor was planting gentle kisses on her neck, her surprisingly willing mouth, and on her ears. The kisses on her ears, which included slight nibbles with the Professor's teeth, sent shudders of excitement rippling through her body. She felt the skin on her bare nipples grow taut. Indeed, it seemed every square inch of her skin came alive. She seemed to feel the very presence of the air itself on her skin.

"Ohhh… Professor. That feels so-o-o-o go-o-o-d. Please don't stop. Ohhhh."

More kisses were planted, but now Molly was aware of the Professor's hands slowly moving down the front of her chest, climbing the mound of her breasts, and finally ending with his thumbs gently circling her areola and running across her taut nipples. With the touching of her nipples, Molly let forth with a series of dreamy gasps and moans.

"Ohh…hhh… Pro… Profe… hhh… ssor. Oh my God! Ohhh."

The Professor's hands continued on their delightful exploration of Molly's naked body. Down … down… down they went in caressing circles. Then she felt tender kisses and lickings of the Professor's mouth on each of her nipples. More gasps and moans of delight. Down, down the hands went. They were aiming…

Molly's eyes snapped opened. They were as large as saucers.

"No Professor, not my… my… s-s-s-sex. Please, don't touch me there. I'm… I'm s-s-still a vir… I'm still a virgin." Molly was trembling. She strained against the restraints, but to no avail.

"Please Molly," the Professor said. "I must complete this last bit of the examination. Please bear with it my dear girl."

In reality Molly realized that restrained as she was, she was powerless to prevent the skillful probings, but she still could not control her trembling and her straining at her bonds. She did note, however, that there was a pervasive warmth throughout her body emanating from her sex. She hardly touched that part of her body herself (though on occasion, in the dark of night, under her bedclothes, and with nary a sound, she did find some wicked, sinful pleasure in doing so). But now a man--albeit a great man--was going to take liberties on her body that she scarcely allowed for herself.

As the Professor's thumb and fingers caressed her secret button and the adjacent areas of the sensitive slash between her legs, Molly let out a long inhaling gasp followed by an equally long, low moan.

The professor was now gently manipulating her button with his thumb and forefinger. Molly's gasps and moans almost kept time with these manipulations.

Finally, the Professor's hand left the area of her sex. He was gently kissing her now. Molly didn't know whether to feel relief or terror--or fear or loathing for that matter. She felt she wanted to cry, but she also had a distinct, warm, itching sensation in her sex that she would have liked to have scratched right then and there. Her bonds, of course, prevented that. Slowly Molly realized the Professor was talking to her.

"Molly… Molly… Molly, I'm so proud of you. You are absolutely the most delightfully responsive and receptive subject that I've ever had the good fortune to encounter."

"Thank you Professor." His reassurance was doing much to put Molly at ease.

"You'll also be very proud to know that your virginity is still intact, and that your hymen is what is designated 'Perforate'--a high sign of virginity. You are also capable of copious amounts of feminine lubrication, and you've been very open with your feelings and have not tried to screen any of them--even your terror and revulsion. I'm so very proud of you."

Molly felt a thrill of excitement course through her naked body and a sense of pride in managing to be so useful to the Professor's great work. Her itching in her genitalia was now a strong longing to have her body… her sex really… be touched.

"And now to start the actual experiment," the Professor said as he walked towards his master control panel n one corner of the laboratory. Molly felt some slight disappointment at this action.

Within minutes machinery and generators were turned on. There was the crackling hiss of static electricity escaping into the air. A Windshurst Machine was spinning on a nearby bench occasionally allowing a spark to jump across its two spherical spark gaps. A series of arcs was rising on a Jacob's Ladder device on another bench. The Professor seemed absorbed with adjusting dials here, throwing knife switches--large and small--there, and in general making detailed preparations.

Molly's desire to be touched was growing in intensity by the second. Her skin by now was so sensitive that she imagined that the very electricity in the room was crawling like ants across her naked body. She no longer bothered to suppress any moans of desire.

The Professor turned off the room lights. There was no need for them what with the glow of the arcing and sparking from the various electrical apparatus. This did, however, cast weird flickering lights and shadows in the laboratory making it seem almost Hades-like.

Suddenly Molly's feelings of sexual desire abruptly changed to one of abject terror. She strained against her bonds. She alternately spread and curled her fingers and bare toes as best as her restraints would allow. Her lovely naked body writhed and tried to twist away. She screamed. "No… no… NOOO! Please Professor, not that!"

Her fear-widened eyes were transfixed on the hissing, crackling, glowing violet electrical bulb that the Professor was now bringing closer… ever closer… to her trembling naked body.

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