In Boston she didn't say anything to anyone about what happened to her in Philadelphia. Her parents were accustomed to her staying with her cousin in Cambridge and didn't suspect anything. She attended only a couple of classes at Vassar. She had a lot of thinking to do.

And there was much to think about. In her naivete she thought that she had established an equal, collegial relationship with Professor Keller-Watson, her God of Pure Science. She even fought back years of parental injunctions and religious dictums within herself to assist her God, the Professor. She sacrificed her girlish chastity by getting naked before this man to aid him in the greater cause of science. She was willing to sacrifice her chastity for this greater cause… for him. And in return she had lost her virginity.

Yes, she did enjoy and succumb to the pleasures of her hot, wanton flesh. She fell, but not from some dim, remote, doctrinal concept of 'Grace'. She fell from her own control of her life. She hadn't expected that the fantasies in the books she read in privacy and secrecy would be exceeded by her own experiences. They were just too heady. She had gone beyond desire, beyond wantonness. She had immersed… no, surrendered herself into a heady brew of love, desire, sex, romance, and fantasy.

Interesting enough--despite all her parental and religious upbringing--she didn't feel that she had sinned. She had just lost control--her own control of her life that she felt she always possessed. She felt she had been used. And it was this realization that incensed her.

In a week her mind was made up. She had a plan. She took the train to Philadelphia. She hailed a cab and directed him to an address with which she was intimately familiar. She wasn't surprised that the doors were unlocked. Stealthily navigating the halls she made her way back to the laboratory. There was more than the usual clutter there. In fact papers and books had been thrown about as if by some madman. She walked over to the chair and let her hand run lovingly over it. The clockwork mechanism was still there, but she felt no malice towards it. She then went through the hallways again to the entrance of the apartment above the laboratory. Again the door was unlocked, but before she walked through the door, she opened her small handbag. Yes, the small pearl-handled .25 caliber pistol was there. She walked in.

The apartment smelled musty and unkempt. It hadn't been attended to for a week. Molly heard sobbing coming from the study. She walked to the closed door, drew the pistol from the handbag, and opened the door. The Professor was sitting at the desk with his head buried in his arms and sobbing uncontrollably. He looked terrible. His clothes were disheveled, and he hadn't shaved. Upon hearing here come in, he rose in a start. "Molly, Molly, you've…" Molly stepped into the light with the pistol in prominent view and aimed it at the Professor.

"Molly, what is this?"

"Sit down, Nathan. We need to talk."

The Professor sat down. Molly sat in one of the other chairs in the room. The Professor wiped the tears from his eyes with his shirt cuffs.

"Molly, I'm so terribly sorry about what I did to you. I was only thinking of my own lust. But as I watched you during the experiment, first my admiration grew for you then my love. Darling I truly love you. Please believe me. Oh if only I could take back what I did to you and…"

"Nathan, shut up!"

The Professor went silent.

Molly had many times rehearsed in her head the speech she was about to deliver. She was committed to this communication, but she found herself still surprisingly reluctant to start.

"Nathan, you showed me a side of myself that I never thought I was capable of. I was convinced I was to suffer the fate of my classmates and cousins--that of dissatisfying marriages, and having to suppress their own sexuality and intellects in the support of their husbands' egos. I grated at the thought. I thought that I had no other options. But your little experiment not only forced me to experience my own sexuality, it started me thinking that other options are indeed also available."

"The morning after we made love, the sight of my 'deflowerment' set me in a panic. I was, all of a sudden, the little daughter of a Congregationalist Minister steeped in sin and the wrath of God. Fortunately my commitment to my own intellect and personhood rapidly allayed those fears. I'm truly sorry that I caused you any pain over my sudden departure."

"There remained what to make of my life after our intense shared experience. It was truly intimate and intense, and both of us were deeply affected by it. I can see that now."

"I want to live my life passionately, intently, fully--in every aspect whether it be intellectual, scientific, sexual, whatever. I've seen your love for me grow in the short time we spent. I'm willing to gamble all that we can provide something for each other."

"I also know that you took advantage of me to get me to be a subject in the experiment, but I also recognize that you are indeed remorseful for what you've done. I also know that you're a brilliant scientist doing important work, and I want to be a part of that--this time as a colleague, not an assistant or a subject. We shall share the work, scientific and domestic, and share the glory in it."

"You mean like Bell and Watson?" the Professor queried.

"No, more like Sklodowska and Curie or perhaps Boole and Babbage," Molly responded.

"Of course, I'm more than happy to agree, but how do you know that I'm not responding at the point of a gun?" the Professor asked.

"Nathan, time to shut up again," Molly said commandingly.

Waving her pistol in short, jerky, vertical movements, Molly commanded "Stand up." The Professor stood.

"Now Nathan, strip."

"I beg your pardon."

"You heard me Nathan, strip."

The Professor couldn't be sure. Was Molly actually smiling sardonically? That tiny pistol could tear a fatal hole in his body. He felt that Molly really now had no need for the pistol as she was now being a powerful and commanding woman. She was no longer the innocent young girl she had seduced and fell in love with. And he loved her still--perhaps even moreso now.

The Professor then reached for his tie. He removed it followed by his jacket, shirt, trousers, shoes, socks. He now felt embarrassed standing in front of her in his long johns. It was not that he was standing unclothed before her. She had certainly seen him totally naked before. It was that his organ was in rampant erection and causing the front of his underwear to tent outwards. He was surprised at this being the cause of his embarrassment.

"All of it, Nathan. All of it," Molly insisted. She was now definitely smiling sardonically. She was feeling powerful now and in control.

The Professor took off his long johns. He then stood there--bare assed naked--in front of his lover, the young woman before him with a gun.

Molly then walked towards him, then around him. It was like she was inspecting some damned prize stud horse. She laughed. She stroked his erect cock with the barrel of the gun. Goosebumps were raised on the Professor's naked body, and his erect cock twitched. Little did he know that Molly had to stifle an involuntary gasp as she view his powerfully naked body.

Molly then forced the Professor at the point of her gun to his bedroom. She now made him lie down. Finding the convenient ropes attached to the bed frame and which were used on her during one of their lovemaking sessions a week ago, she swiftly and with surprising efficiency and efficacy spread-eagled him to the bed. He was now naked and helpless and at her mercy.

Only with the Professor so securely bound did she feel safe enough to lay her pistol on the table. Now he was forced to watch her as she slowly, seductively, tantalizingly, and teasingly remove her clothes--slowly revealing that delicious naked body that drew forth in him recent memories of intoxicating pleasure. The Professor moaned softly and tugged at his bonds. He wanted to feel her naked flesh press against his. He wanted their hot tongues to plunge deep within each other's throats. He wanted to have her pert, young, firm breasts in his mouth where he could lick her hard, erect nipples. He so desperately wanted her silkily, slick sheath sliding up and down his cock. "Please Molly, ple-e-e-ease," he begged.

Molly only laughed. She spent what seemed like days … an eternity… in teasing him. Yes, she did stroke his body with hers. Yes she did permit …PERMIT him to lick one of her nipples. But she only would do it to take him to the maximal point of arousal--to the point of where he could stand it no longer, then she would pull away and laugh leaving him gasping and begging and pleading to release him from this torment and to let him cum.

And if that wasn't enough, Molly would use her mouth and tongue on his throbbing cock, but still not let him cum. She even mounted him and rode him like a bitch dog in heat, but still she did not let him cum. She would cum. Molly would have explosive orgasms, but she was so high with excitement and animal lust, that she would quickly cum before he could build up to his point of ejaculation. And that's the point she wanted to keep him at. And she was doing such a superb job at it too.

"Damn her!" the poor suffering Professor thought to himself. "I wish I hadn't introduced her to that technique in our lovemaking." It was absolute, exquisite, excruciating, abject sexual torture, and she was enjoying every second of imposing it on him.

"DAMN YOU, MOLLY," Nathan screamed. "Let me cum, ple-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-ase."

He begged, he screamed, he pleaded, he cried… He was being driven insane with pleasure, and she was relishing in his agony.

And then when he thought he could take no more of this, Molly would ease off on her ministrations allowing him a little respite… and then DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN.

At the last of these lulls, when the Professor felt so totally drained and in surrender to her, Molly untied him. Still keeping the gun in her hand as a reminder of her authority, she forced him to proceed nakedly into the laboratory. He did so meekly.

Nathan so wanted to make love to her. He was pure desire for her, but he felt too weak to just turn around, say "Damn the gun," sweep her into his arms, and make and passionate love to her right there on the cold stone floor. He wanted her so much, he was willing to do anything for her. He felt he would feel this way forever, and he didn't give a damn about feeling less of a man.

Molly now forced the Professor into the torture chair and quickly strapped him into it. He didn't resist. He had designed it and knew struggle was futile.

What surprised him next was that Molly then proceeded to start up his own equipment. Soon it was humming and sparking with it's delightfully evil hissing. Besides his longing and lust for her, now the Professor added deep admiration for Molly's intellect in grasping the operation of this complex array of machinery on just one sighting. But he did not have time to long dwell on this new admiration.

Molly started with the violet bulb. She made sure that sparks danced on every inch of the Professor's naked body--save only for the face and eyes. These she reserved for planting kisses on his hungry mouth, or allowing …ALLOWING (she shuddered at the thought of it) him to lick her engorged nipple.

Even the Professor's cock was not spared. Molly would let sparks dance on its tip, on the fully pulled-back foreskin, on the coronal ridge, and along the long hard shaft and back.

The Professor moaned and screamed and begged to let him cum, but Molly had other plans.

Molly would now alternate between ministrations on his organ with her mouth and then the bulb. Nathan was being driven frantic with lust at this treatment, and his pleadings and screams were for naught.

Or were they for naught. Molly just seemed to have her desire and desirability fueled by his torment. She was a woman possessed with lust.

Then a lull. Damn, he was growing to hate lulls. Then Molly attached the electrodes from the infernal, clockwork machine to various parts of his body. He knew what was going to be happening next, and he was powerless to prevent it. And in some deep recesses of his mind, he didn't want to prevent it.

Then he started feeling the electrical stimulations at different parts of his body. She had placed electrodes on his arse cheeks, his scrotum, his calves, the soles of his feet, his sensitive nipples. These sensations were random but built up slowly occasionally punctuated by more intense jolts. It was like the exquisite torture that Molly administered to him previously with her naked body, but this was now being done by an impersonal, unfeeling machine. But Molly was no longer looking at him with laughter in her eyes. There was actually anguish on her face.

"Take it for me my darling," she said almost pleadingly.

This just those words, he resolved that he would take the very torments of hell for her.

As the stimulations were getting more intense, Molly straddled her beautiful, long, luscious legs across his lap and faced him. She then slid her hot, wet vagina over his turgid, throbbing cock. The she rode his cock like a crazy woman.

The combination of their sexual thrusts and the jolts he was getting from the electrical machine were driving both of them to the heights of ecstasy. Occasionally Molly's nipples would accidentally (or perhaps on purpose) would brush against the electrodes on his nipples. Jointly the two would jump, and in that jumping would add to their ever increasing passion.

Both exploded into a screaming, writhing, joint orgasm.

Time was lost after that. The program on the machine had ceased. Nathan awoke--stiff in his joints, but almost spiritually satisfied--to find Molly--still naked and still with his cock in her--hugging him and telling how much she loved him. Right away they slid off into another paroxysm of sexual thrusts and orgasms.

They both regained awareness of the world around them much later. They were in bed, and it was dark outside. They really didn't remember how they got there, and it was only later that they learned that they had been making love for some 40 hours, but they both felt very, very happy--and also quite hungry.

Preparing copious amounts of food they devoured it--both still naked--at the table in the laboratory where they first shared coffee. Mouthfuls of food and drink were frequently interrupted by tender comments, hand holdings, and kisses.

When they were both sated, they relaxed into a conversation about their future together.

"Molly," the Professor interjected.

"Yes Nathan," she answered dreamily.

"Did you know I was an Army Sergeant with the troops in Cuba during the recent war?"

"No darling, I didn't."

"I was certainly aware of the condition of the pistol that you were pointing at me." Nathan then picked up the pistol off the table and expertly broke it open revealing to the empty chambers in the cylinder.

"You… you knew all along?" Molly asked a little surprised. "I only wanted to scare you, not to harm you. I wanted you from the very moment we were in bed together."

"Yes darling, I did. But I knew that you had to re-establish balance to your own psyche in the power dynamics between us. I knew that I had to show you that I would go through any lengths to have you back. I knew that we had to re-establish ourselves as equals. And, frankly, I had to atone for my taking advantage of your innocence. I knew it was a gamble, but I had to take the one last chance that was available to us."

"But the electrical tortures, Nathan. Why…?"

"It was never any intent that I inflict harm on any of my subjects, so in proving the machine, I of course did used it on myself. I was familiar with all its subtle ministrations. Your being in control of my torture made it all that more exquisite."

"Oh Nathan," Molly exclaimed in admiration.

Standing erect Nathan offered Molly a handshake. Looking a little surprised, she accepted his hand.

"Molly," said Nathan, "I have discovered in you a worthy intellectual colleague with whom I wish to share my life's work. Be my scientific colleague and partner."

"Like Boole and Babage?" Molly asked.

"More like Skludowska and Curie." the Professor answered.

"I accept you offer, Professor Nathan Keller-Watson," Molly answered.

Now grasping her other hand he gently rose Molly to a standing position. She was now erect. He was already erect--in two distinct ways. Together they embraced and kissed passionately. "Damn the gun," Molly whispered as the two of them lowered gently to the cold stone floor and made mad passionate love.

Molly moved in to the Professor's apartment. They never married, but they were both passionate lovers to the end of their lives. The two of them worked tirelessly together in the early days of the twentieth century with some successes that were eclipsed only years later. They had a reputation amongst their peers for the passion for their work, their intellects, and for each other. And they had adventures in other parts of the world. Oh yes, both Molly and the Professor did partake of the chair frequently, but as lovers, not as subjects.

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