Shear unreasoning terror gripped the naked Molly now so firmly and helplessly strapped into this fiendish, unrelenting torture chair in the isolated laboratory of the eminent electrical scientist, Professor Keller-Watson. Why, why had she so willingly delivered her tender young, virginal body into the hands of this… this FIEND? She willingly took off her clothes and submitted herself to be a subject in his great and important scientific research. She had actually derived pleasure from the kisses and caresses of his preliminary examination--even when he touched and massaged her delicate and sensitive sex. In doing so, he had actually engendered in her a sexual desire and longing for him. But this… this hideous, hissing, glowing, sparking, electrical bulb that the Professor was bringing ever closer to her helpless writhing naked body must truly be a hellish instrument of torture. All thoughts of sexual desire and "… noble scientific purpose…" were gone now. There was only shear, abject terror.

"No, no, NO-O-O-O Professor, PLEASE!" Molly screamed with tears in her eyes. She tried to squirm away from the hissing, glowing violet bulb now only inches away from her naked body, but the strong restraints on the chair made such attempts hopelessly futile. It felt like millions of ants doing a frenzied dance on the skin closest to the demonic bulb. And the illumination from that and the sporadic arcs from the other electrical machinery in the laboratory cast the Professor's features into those of some evil demon bent on seizing her very soul.

Lightning-like sparks started arcing from the surface of the bulb to the naked skin on Molly's arm. The first spark was more of a surprise experience for her rather than a painful one. It did feel those million ants were all in that one tiny area of the spark doing their crazy dance in an even more accelerated pace. It was almost like being lightly touched by a knifepoint, a sharp itch rather than the sensation of being pricked by a needle or a pin.

Molly forced herself to look down at the dancing sparks. They'd strike here, there, everywhere in undetermined random patterns. She slowly realized that her terror was more from fear of the unknown than from actual pain. Her terror gradually subsided. She now started enjoying the intense sensation of the sparks.

The Professor skillfully maneuvered the hissing electrical bulb up and down her bare arms, then her bare legs. Molly started laughing when the sparks danced amongst her toes and the soles of her bare feet. It actually tickled.

The Professor now worked the bulb up one arm, around her shoulder, and up the rising mound of her naked breast. Molly's nipples were again erect and so very sensitive. She started moaning just like when it was the Professor's skillful hands and tongue doing the caressing rather than dancing electrical sparks.

A spark now jumped to her sensitive nipple. Molly sharply gasped and then moaned as more and more of the sparks struck their target. And she repeated this when the same procedure was applied to the other nipple. Molly again was fully aroused.

The Professor now working the bulb up Molly's bare leg. She watched in wrapped fascination and even more growing arousal as the glowing bulb inched its way up to her sex. The violet glow illuminating his face now gave it the appearance of some fantasy lover remembered from her dreams. She wanted him to move the bulb faster; to quickly have the sparks dance on the sensitive parts of her sex--even that precious button of hers. But she also didn't want to miss out on the slow, exquisite sensations that were causing great emotional passions to grow within her.

Sparks were now finally doing their dance on her engorged vaginal lips. Once again they seemed to tickle, but her laughter was soon replaced by moans of pleasure.

"Oh, if only he would let those little dancing sparks play across her button," Molly only dimly thought to herself, but this soon gave way to more passionate moaning.

The Professor now moved the bulb away from her sex down her other leg. Molly's pleasure feelings abated somewhat, but then the Professor reversed course and inched the bulb again to her sex. More pleasure, then another retreat. Then another round of the same actions. Molly was being subjected to cyclic sensations, but her desire to have direct stimulation on her button was growing ever fiercer. She realized that the Professor was playing with her. He was in total control of her body and her sexual feelings and she was helpless to do any thing about. Her moaning was growing hoarser and more guttural by the minute.

"Pl-p-p-please Pro-P-Pro-fe-fe-ssor, please… uhh-hhu… please… my b-b-but… my button, please," Molly finally managed to gasp out. But alas--and as if to drive Molly out of her mind--the Professor continued the same tactic.

Finally he seemed to realize that the proper moment had arrived, the moment when Molly was at the absolute verge of an orgasm. He finally let those sparks dance to her button, and the results were satisfying indeed.

"AAA-AAAR-GHHH AHHH AHHH," Molly screamed as her whole body convulsed in one tremendous orgasm.

Molly then only slowly became aware of her being still restrained in the chair, yet the professor was ministering to her--gently toweling the sweat off her naked body and offering her some water to sip to aid in her recovery. Molly was dreamily happy, and the Professor was smiling broadly.

"You're a remarkable and lovely young woman Molly Prim," the Professor remarked. "I applaud your courage. Your reactions are truly the most remarkable ones I've seen. I wish… I wish…"

"Can we do more?" Molly asked him dreamily.

Instead of the electrical bulb, the Professor now affixed electrical clamps to Molly's vaginal lips, her nipples, the soles of her feet, her buttocks, and yes, even to her button. All such clamps were wired to a master control box. And other than the pressure required to keep them affixed, the clamps hurt not at all.

Molly was initially apprehensive, but the Professor manipulated the controls on the box firstly in a manner to demonstrate to her the sensation range of each of the clamps. He started slowly and established Molly's tolerances to the various clamps and combinations thereof. Many of these levels were very pleasurable for Molly and some reached the limits of her tolerance. The milder sensations were not unlike a buzzing or tingling. There was a sensation of sharp pain when the intensity grew, but Molly quickly learned that these would not last too long. She was beginning to understand that the Professor's objective was one of imparting sensations rather than cruelty. She also realized that what was about to happen was that she was soon to become a girl organ responding with emotions, moans, and screams to the Professor's control box.

Molly and the Professor were soon engaged in this interactive symphony of sensations and reactions. Molly would feel tinglings in the soles of her feet, then on her buttocks, then from a nipple to her vaginal lips, and so on and so on in unpredictable fashion. She was the playtoy of the Professor, and again her sexual desires were ever building within her. And as her desire built, the sensation intensity was increased. Once again she experienced a shuddering climax.

"More," she wanted more.

Again the Professor used the clamps, but this time a control box driven by a clockwork mechanism was used. She could witness the movement of the various cams that controlled the intensities, frequencies, buildups, and clamp selections on this infernal machine. It was truly a devilish device from two aspects. Firstly the controlling cams were visible and hence Molly would know that a particular intense sensation would be coming. Knowing what was coming was perhaps worse than not knowing what was coming.

Secondly there would be no personal touch with the Professor--no interaction, no symphony. This frightened Molly.

"Professor, I'm scared."

"Don't worry Molly. I'll be right here with you."

The Professor then released the mechanism's lever and the mechanical sequence commenced. It started with mild sensations, but these slowly built up in intensity, frequency, and selections. It was sometimes more than Molly could take. But true to his word, the Professor was right there with her; encouraging her to feel the emotions. He even allowed her hand to tightly grip onto his own.

From time to time she would divert her attention from the cams to the reassurance of his face. But wait! Was that a look of anguish on his face, or was she imagining it? And did she hear him say, "Molly, I love you." during one particularly excruciatingly painful series of sensations? She couldn't be sure. She was sure that he was there for her.

Again there was the familiar buildup of desire followed by another body wracking orgasm. Molly now had enough. She was exhausted.

The next thing she knew was that she was in a large comfortable bed. She had apparently been bathed and dressed in a nightgown. And there with her, smiling at her, was the Professor. Seeing she was awake, he fed her some soup and tea. They talked.

They talked about the feelings they experienced during the experiment. Both of them went through something very intense. A bond had developed between them.

"When I was in the chair, did I correctly hear you say that you loved me."

There was a long pause. The Professor finally said, "Yes darling, you did."

Passion overwhelmed the two of them. They embraced. They kissed. They professed passionate love for each other. Soon they were both naked in the bed putting a physical expression to their passions. To him she was beautiful. To her he was a consummate and powerful partner. They deeply loved each other.

At Molly's request, the Professor bound her to the bed. "It'll enhance my passion for you," Molly exclaimed. Molly again experienced an orgasm--this time with her lover.

In the early morning Molly slipped out of the bed. The Professor was still asleep looking so angelic to her eyes. She padded off towards the bathroom. Removing her nightgown she examined herself in the mirror. She saw a woman looking back at her. No longer was she a girl. Her hands stroked between her legs and her sex. In raising them to her face, she finally noticed the blood. Her entire body froze like ice.

While the Professor was still sleeping, Molly silently gathered up her things. She quickly dressed. Without even leaving a note of explanation she hailed a cab and was soon on a train to Boston.

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