A Mad(die) Scientist
– as narrated by –
Harry
(with apologies to Mary Shelley)

[Author’s Note/Disclaimer: The use of medical instruments by anyone without proper training is highly discouraged. It should also be noted that chloroform does not, in fact, instantly put people to sleep! However, Maddie dares not to share her super-secret formula online because it’s too powerful. For the purposes of this story, we have used “chloroform,” but must insist that no one tries this in real life!]

 

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Any good chef will tell you that it’s the ingredients that make the dish. If you start with inadequate materials, then no amount of skill will save your recipe.

This is what’s always bothered Maddie about Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. If Dr. Frankenstein was such a brilliant scientist, why did he use old materials instead of fresh ones?

Maddie was explaining this to her sorority sisters one night in October. They were curled up in one of the upstairs lounges, watching old B movies and listening to the wind howl outside. She had been out late, tutoring a very attractive and hopelessly stupid boy. Then, she spotted a flier for a body-building contest on her way back through campus. Over the last few years, the men’s swim team has grown more competitive, and it looked like this year was no exception.

Maddie brought the flier home, thinking it might interest her girlfriends.

But she was halfway through explaining the major plotholes in Frankenstein before they all began laughing.

“Maddie, it’s not that kind of body-building contest!” tittered Billie.

Maddie felt a little flustered. “I know that,” she said, pushing her bangs back over her forehead. “It’s just that the phrase made me think of it, that’s all. Body-building. Psh. I could build a better body than any of them.”

“Why don’t you?” asked Igora lazily, grabbing a kernel of popcorn from the bowl they were sharing and tossing it up into the air. She tried to catch it, and it missed her mouth by a mile, landing instead into her cleavage. She plunged a hand into her bra to try to retrieve it. Igora was many things, but “graceful” was not among them.

“…what, enter the contest, or build the perfect male body?” Maddie asked.

“…build yourself a Frankenstein.”

“Frankenstein was the doctor, not the monster. The monster was just called The Creature,” Maddie said.

“Okay, so build a creature. This Monday is Columbus Day, and there’s gonna be a three-day weekend, so you could have the biology labs all to yourself. How long do you need?” asked Igora.

“About eight, maybe nine inches,” Maddie mused.

Igora laughed.

“Oh my God, Maddie, you are so literal sometimes. …but I’m super interested to see how your creature comes out. If fact, if you need an assistant…” She winked.

Poor Igora.

She was an interesting girl. She had a broad, round face and a pair of huge pale eyes that seemed almost too big. Maddie thought she looked a bit like a fish if she were being honest. She had a massive mop of wild, curly pale hair and spoke with a hint of an accent, though she insisted she had never left the country.

Igora was strange, but she had a certain charm that no one understood, not even her. Maybe it was because of her strangeness that everyone was so intrigued. Igora was not typically beautiful nor intelligent, but one thing she had in spades was a sense of cooperation. She could always be trusted to go along with any adventure the sorority had for her; it was what made her invaluable to the sisterhood.

“I’d like an assistant,” Maddie agreed. “…we can’t build a Creature if we don’t have the right tools.”

Igora was already on her feet. “What do you need?” she asked.

Maddie rose to give her a list, and the two agreed to meet at the rec center on Friday night as the boys were leaving. That would be when they would get the final thing needed: a body to shape.

 

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At the end of the week, Maddie and Igora met outside the rec center.

The sports plaza was huge; State has always emphasized physical mastery and intellectual prowess. But, of course, physical mastery can take on many forms. There are boys who are fast and boys who are strong, boys who are burly and fortified, and boys who are slight and dextrous.

Maddie was looking for a swimmer: something with well-defined muscles that would be easy to manipulate, a slender otter-like body that could endure what she needed it to. The central rec center had an indoor pool and smelled of chlorine.

The building had high ceilings, and shiny epoxied floors that reflected everything: light, sound, and the ever-present burning smell of the pool chemicals. Igora trotted along beside Maddie as they walked in. Maddie’s heels tapped; Igora’s sandals flapped. Igora always wore sandals, even when it was cold, and that weekend threatened the first autumn frost.

Maddie planted herself at the entrance of the locker rooms. This would be the best place to survey the goods and choose one. Any swim team member would work, and she suspected she would be left with whoever was last to leave for privacy purposes.

Beggars can’t be choosers, of course.

But there was another advantage to getting the last one out: the last one to leave was most likely to be the one who had stayed to jerk himself off in the shower. Maddie wanted a feisty one. So it was to her benefit to wait!

The girls could hear the echoes of the boys’ voices wafting out from the steamy locker room as we stood in the hall. Igora had a rolling duffel bag with her; it was mostly empty. They needed to drag their catch out to the bio labs unseen. But there were a few little things in the bottom to make their task easier: bundles of ropes, a clean rag, and of course, the pièce de résistance, a vial of liquid CHCl₃… more commonly known as chloroform.

The first of the shiny, squeaky-clean boys to emerge was Eddie. He stopped short in his tracks when he saw Maddie.

And who could blame him?

Maddie knew it was essential to look seductive; she had prey to catch. So, like an orchid mantis, she had to look pretty, make her targets think there was a meal to be had… and then, she could strike.

Maddie smiled broadly at Eddie, hoping her cherry-red lipstick was as perfect as it had been when she’d applied it back at the sorority house. She wore a pair of black stilettos, low-rise jeans, and a black crop top that squished her boobs to amplify cleavage.

It was sexy by design. The kind of thing a boy might be tempted to follow back to an abandoned bio lab after hours.

“…does the sorority need a boy?” asked Eddie uncertainly.

Good, obedient Eddie. A senior and a Delta Theta Kappa, he knew the rules. If Maddie asked him, she understood he’d agree to any experiments her heart desired. But Eddie wasn’t a good mark. Maddie needed someone fresher, someone greener, someone whose mind could be broken after she was done with their body. Eddie had already been well-trained by his fraternity.

“Go home, Eddie,” Maddie instructed. “Igora and I know what we’re doing. It’s none of your business.”

Eddie hesitated, then nodded. “Yes, Mistresses. Have a good night,” he murmured submissively, turning away. Igora did a weird little dance in place of excitement; she loved being called Mistress. Any time a boy submitted to her, even a little, she melted like butter. It wasn’t the kind of aloof, cool attitude that the Zetas expected. Still, she was an underclassman, and to be honest, it was one of those weirdly endearing things.

After Eddie, a steady trickle of boys began leaking from the locker room, many in groups of two or three, which made them bad targets. They left laughing and chatting but got quiet when they saw Maddie and Igora outside. The girls smiled and wiggled their fingers and blew them kisses to reassure them. The boys’ faces changed from concerned to excited. Some flushed, and others, feeling bolder and more flirty, returned the girls’ kisses, smiling dumbly and skipping off, thinking they’d impressed them.

The poor fools had no idea that Maddie and Igora were sizing them up! Each one that came out was a slab of meat, a potential subject for treatment. But Maddie didn’t want to settle; She knew she would know the right one when she saw it.

And when it appeared… well, there was no doubt in her mind.

He was either the last or the second-to-last out of the locker room. He came alone. He was built like an ox bull, his muscles perfectly toned, and his body was already shaped like a marble sculpture by one of the old masters. Despite the cold outside, he wore a pair of cargo shorts and sandals (making him perfect for Igora, Maddie thought wryly). He had on a thin spandex t-shirt that was clearly a size too small, one that outlined the broadness of his chest, shoulders, and biceps.

Maddie gestured to Igora.  This is the one.

“Hi there,” she exclaimed, grinning broadly and bouncing forward, arching her back and thrusting her chest a little. (They do say you catch more flies with honey, right?)

He had deep, dark, chocolate eyes and reddish hair; he looked oddly familiar like she’d seen him before. Perhaps hanging around with Eddie and the other frat boys, though Maddie didn’t think he was a pledge himself. Or perhaps at one of the open mics downtown. Who knew?

More importantly, who cared? Whatever talents this creature had, they would soon all be surpassed by one: his ability to please her.

“Hi,” he said, sticking out a hand.

Maddie giggled teasingly and swatted it. “So formal. Don’t be like that! I’m Maddie.

What’s your name?”

He returned her smile. “Devin,” he said.

“And I’m Igora!” barked Igora. Maddie shot her an annoyed glare; Igora tended to blurt out weird, loud things like that.

Devin didn’t seem too bothered; Maddie could see his eyes meandering down to her cleavage.

She twirled a strand of hair with one of her fingers, giving him an excuse to look down at the motion.

“Are you waiting for your boyfriend?” he asked, glancing between Madie and Igora curiously.

Maddie giggled loudly. “Oh, no, I don’t have a boyfriend. …unless you’re asking me?” She teased, batting her eyes at him. He actually blushed.

Oh, he was perfect. Dumb, responsive, receptive.

“What about Oz?” belted Igora.

“Igora!” Maddie pressed her fingers to her temple to rub them in frustration.

Devin cocked his head, looking confused.

“…oh, never mind. Devin, the truth is, I need some help with a little project. You see, I’m a biology major, and I have a couple of theses about male physiology–”

Suddenly Devin’s face went white, and he took a step back, pointing. “Wait a moment. I know you. You’re that girl who interns at the Queen’s Building… the one who does the scientific lectures.”

Maddie tried not to look flattered. But, unfortunately, he was now retreating.

“Igora! The bottle!” Maddie hissed.

Igora dropped to both knees and ripped open the bag, digging through its gaping maw to fish out the bottle of chloroform and the rag. She lobbed them to Maddie, underhanded, and she caught them quickly.

Devin had already turned and was scrambling through the locker room. Did he think the girls wouldn’t go after him? As if the male form isn’t something they are perfectly comfortable with?

Maddie ran after him, wishing her heels had more traction on the tile floor. But she was well-versed in wearing heels comfortably, and she swiftly caught up as he scrambled through the locker room. She tackled him, and they crashed to the ground.

Another guy who was changing yanked his towel around himself, looking aghast that Maddie might see his penis. She offered him a reassuring smile as she uncorked the bottle. “…official Zeta business,” Maddie said.

“Carry on,” he said, turning and walking away.

“Wait! Wait! Don’t leave me with her!” cried Devin, but Maddie had already soaked the rag and reached around his thick, corded neck to press it over his mouth and nose. He whimpered and struggled, but he didn’t throw her off.

Was he secretly worried about hurting her? Or was he, deep down, secretly craving what he must know was coming: scientific intervention at the highest level? Not merely playing or training, but actual, life-changing alterations that would forever brand him as a creature of lust, desire, and gratification?

Maddie dragged his limp body out of the locker room. It slid easily along the tile floor. Igora helped stuff it into the duffel bag, and together, they lugged it across campus toward the labs.

Madie had never undertaken such an enormous task before, but she felt up to the challenge. And as they strode through the cool autumn evening, she believed it had been a long-time coming to build her perfect companion from the ground up.

Despite the heavy load, the walk was pleasant, with its ivy-covered brick buildings, wrought-iron clock towers, and meandering footpaths filled with crunchy leaves. Maddie whistled a little; Igora grunted as she tried to keep up, her stout little legs working double-time to stay in step with Maddie’s.

Maddie had a key to the labs, courtesy of Madame X., one of the philanthropists whose contributions keep the science labs stocked. She also has special access to the buildings and gave Maddie such access.

After all, how else could she work on my projects?

This, Maddie knew, would be the most outstanding project of all.

The girls lugged Devin up to the third story and flipped on a light. Maddie imagined that light on in the science building’s window late at night, like a lighthouse, a beacon for everyone on campus to know something special was happening. They dragged his limp form from the duffel bag.

The first step was to prepare him. You can’t perform surgery on a patient who isn’t prepped, right?

Maddie began to unbutton her jeans.

“…what are you doing, Maddie?” asked Igora innocently, bulging eyes wide as she watched.

“Oh, I just work better naked,” Maddie said with a shrug. “Besides, I have my own special tools. See?”

Maddie peeled down her jeans, revealing a strap on her thigh with nine different little dissection tools: scalpels and probes, scissors, and tweezers. Igora gaped at the shiny, stainless steel, clearly impressed.

“There’s more in the outer pocket,” Maddie said, pointing authoritatively to the duffel bag. “Please take out the scissors and remove the subject’s clothes. We must get him strapped down and spread out before he wakes!”

“…right!” agreed Igora, suddenly realizing they were on a timeline. She scurried off to get the scissors.

Maddie watched as she pulled a pair of shears from the bag and, moving Devin’s limp form around like a puppet, shredded off his t-shirt and shorts. His head lolled limply, but he didn’t wake as his skin was exposed. Standing over him, Maddie was shedding everything she didn’t need.

She already had a lab coat on site, but the rest would only annoy her. She stripped down, letting out her breasts, the shock of the chilly air against her moist pussy a welcome wake-up for the long night ahead. Igora watched in jealousy as Maddie shrugged a lab coat over her naked form, hunched over Devin’s body, as she strapped him to a stainless-steel dissection table.

“You’re beautiful,” she said.

Maddie felt a brief pang of sympathy. “You’re pretty, too, you know.”

“…I look weird, don’t I?”

“Lots of guys find weirdness to be alluring. Don’t worry, Igora. You’ve got a ton going for you. And, worst-case scenario, if you never land yourself a good, submissive boy toy, you can have this one I’m making now,” Maddie said, lofting up a scalpel.

Igora’s eyes widened. “You mean it? You’d give him to me? Really?”

Maddie felt touched that it meant so much to her. “Of course.”

“But he’s your first!”

“…Igora, please, don’t get sentimental with the test subjects! Now, let’s focus; we only have a few nights, and every second counts. I think we’ll start by defining these muscles more and work our way downward…”

Devin stirred.

“W… where’m I?” he mumbled, struggling to lift his head.

Maddie leaned over him, the flaps of her lab coats and the points of her nipples brushing his chin. “You’re safe. Don’t worry. You’re contributing to science!”

“Science? But… but I’m a musician!”

“Shh.” Maddie pressed a finger to his lips. “Relax. This will all be easier if you relax. …Igora? Razor.”

There was only one teeny-tiny issue with the body they had selected. It was extremely hairy. There was a thick thatch of fur over the sternum and another over the pubic bone, with a fine little treasure-trail between them. Tufts sprouted from under the arms and around the nipples as if highlighting the erogenous zones of this already sex-provoking man.

“Spray,” Maddie commanded.

“Spray!” echoed Igora, standing over Devin to spritz him down with some water. He sputtered and twitched as Maddie bent over him with the razor. Goosebumps had sprung over his skin, and his nipples had pebbled; Maddie was careful and precise as she dragged the razor slowly along his body, frequently pausing to wipe the hair from the blade. Devin’s muscles were coiled with tension as she shaved him bare, and he squirmed as Maddie moved down to his stomach, giggling in a shrill, panicked way.

“Oh? Are you ticklish?” Maddie asked, grinning a little.

“N-no. Please let me go,” Devin giggled.

“I will, once I’m done here. But by then, you might not want to leave,” Maddie said, reaching between his legs to move his penis up. He whimpered as she placed her thumb over his balls and pulled the scrotum taut.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m shaving you. Standard medical procedure, don’t worry. Just don’t make any sudden movements,” Maddie replied, tongue out as she concentrated. Igora was watching, her tongue out, though perhaps that was just because of Devin’s spread legs. Once all the pubic hair was removed, his genitals were perfectly on display. Maddie decided she had chosen a perfect body to start with.

He wouldn’t need much work.

Maddie pulled the cap of a marker off with her teeth. Then, she began drawing over his torso, arrows and nicks where modifications needed to be made. The chest was moving up and down, up and down; it was harder to draw dotted lines to cut along when the meat was moving, but she managed to mark him up decently enough.

Devin groaned, shaking his head. “Please… please, whatever you’re doing, stop! I’ll do anything you want if you let me go, I swear. I’ll– I’ll pleasure both of you; however you want, with my hands or my mouth–”

“The mouth seems perfect already,” Maddie agreed distractedly as she made a few finishing touches to the game plan. “Would it calm you down if my assistant sat on it?”

“Please let me go,” he begged.

“Igora, the patient is hysterical. Please sit on his face so I can get to work,” Maddie instructed.

Igora’s face split into a grin, and she yanked up her skirt to reveal she was not wearing any panties. Of course. Igora was strange, but she was always ready and enthusiastic, and you had to love that about her!

She swung a leg over Devin’s neck and straddled his face; Maddie heard him utter a soft “oomph!” as she wriggled down, settling her pussy over his mouth. Her back was to Maddie and Devin’s body, which was good; it blocked his view and ensured he would not panic.

Maddie discovered people have a higher tolerance for pain than they realize, but it’s complicated by overthinking. Devin was surely not thinking very much as Igora gently rode his mouth, grinding herself down on him.

Maddie almost envied her simple pleasure, but she had her sights set on greater goals. She pulled one of the scalpels from her thigh holster and twirled it in her fingers, admiring the sharp razor’s edge. Maddie felt heat flooding her groin, the familiar sexual excitement of a task to do; she would finish with the bottom bits later, but for now, she wanted to carve the torso into her ideal shape. It was already close, but a few little tucks never hurt anyone.

Maddie bent over Devin and placed her lips on his skin, leaving a small red mark. Then, holding the scalpel over one of her marks, Maddie gently lowered it, pressing the blade into the soft, living flesh and watching red bloom beneath it.

Devin gave a muffled scream, and Igora moaned a little at how his breath felt on her.

Maddie ignored both of them, her total concentration on remaking Devin’s body. First, she drew the scalpel along the lines of his pecs, tracing the already-defined grooves of his muscles, peeling away the skin to reveal the striated muscle and jerking sinews. Then, with a sterile cloth in her other hand, Maddie patted away the droplets that appeared, carefully maneuvering bits of brawn around, tugging and tightening, wholly absorbed in her work.

Devin went, and Igora scoffed, turning and crossing her arms. “He’s passed out! You could have let me finish, you know!”

“There will be time for that later,” Maddie quipped. “Prep me some needle and thread; I need to suture up these cuts.”

Igora looked down at Maddie’s work with a thoughtful hum. “He doesn’t look very different, does he?”

“This is just light cosmetic work to make the muscles look a little bigger,” Maddie explained. “The real work will be down below.”

Igora seemed curious, but she didn’t blurt out any questions. Instead, she swung off Devin’s face. She gave Maddie her sutures, watching with one fist pressed into her cheek as Maddie plunged the needle into the little slits, neatly pulling the skin together.

When Devin woke again, Maddie filled a syringe and tapped away the bubbles.

“What’s that? What’s in that needle?” he asked in alarm.

“Don’t worry, it’s just saline. I like my bulls to have nice, big balls. You won’t feel it, I promise,” Maddie said.

Devin wailed. “No, please! Not my balls! Mistress Maddie, I’m begging you, not my balls… please, let me go!”

Maddie reached between his legs and gently cupped his testicles, stroking them. “Now, now, don’t worry. You’ll love how they feel once they’re all warm and weighted. Of course, it’s only temporary; we’ll get to the permanent implants much later, but I want to make sure you’re all stretched out and ready. I’m positive you’ll want the permanent implants in a month or two once you feel how good it is to have thick, heavy balls swinging between your legs.”

Igora bit her bottom lip, nodding; she looked like she wanted to jump right back onto Devin’s face!

“Igora, hold the patient’s head. With your hands, please, not your pussy. I’ll need you in a moment. I don’t want him to look,” Maddie said, giving the plunger of the needle a little test squirt. A dribble of warm liquid fell over Devin’s hipbone, and he cried out.

“I really must insist that you calm down before I administer these injections,” Maddie said, fondling his balls continuously as she talked. Then, slowly, she brought down the needle. “If you’re hysterical, it’ll be much worse for you.”

“I hate needles! Please, please, just let me go! I don’t want big balls! I like small balls!” wailed Devin as Igora cradled his head.

“Don’t be silly; of course, you want big, meaty balls!” Maddie retorted, pressing the needle into his soft sac. He didn’t even notice; she knew exactly where to place it, how to get it in without him realizing. There are spots like that all over the human body. Most people simply aren’t aware they exist.

Devin was still whining, of course. “No, no, I don’t! I just want to go! I’m happy with my balls the way they are!”

“Well, I’m not,” Maddie said, reaching for a second syringe. “I want them at least as big as a pair of tennis balls, and I need you to stop freaking out so I can pump them all nice and big for you.”

“Please, please let them go!”

“Fine,” Maddie said, withdrawing.

Devin seemed a little shocked. “…wait, really?” He craned his head up to look, then let out a gasp. Maddie had already finished while he was arguing. Lying on the examination table, Devin’s balls were full and plump, triple their original size, looking wonderfully taut and supple.

 

 

“My balls!” he wailed.

“…much better, aren’t they?” Maddie continued for him, beaming down at her handiwork. “And now, for the reward center of your body… the prostate. Igora, fetch me the speculum!”

“The what?” cried Devin, trying to struggle against his bonds. Maddie had to hand it to Igora; she had really tied him down well! Despite all his tensing, he could hardly move, and his legs remained spread-eagle for her as Igora brought the speculum.

Maddie snapped on a pair of purple nitrile gloves and got a bottle of lube to coat the wicked-looking instrument.

“Deep breath,” she instructed Devin.

Devin shook his head.

“Come on, now. Deep breath. It’s going into you whether you like it or not. One… two…”

“No!” gasped Devin, but Maddie had already pushed the metal beak of the instrument into his puckered little hole. Igora had to hold his thick balls out of the way, and Maddie made a mental note that, next time, she should start with the ass and not the balls.

Maddie pried open his hole; Devin was gasping a little, almost crying, but he seemed unable to fight his own ecstasy as Igora stroked his sensitive, enhanced ballsack. She had a natural bedside manner that made her an excellent assistant.

“What are you doing down there?” he cried, trying to see, but Maddie ignored him. This was the trickiest and most crucial modification she could do. The minor adjustments to the shape of his body, and the necessary enhancement to his balls, were nothing compared to this. This was the real surgery Maddie had been pumping herself up for, and she was totally dedicated to it.

Devin must have felt the warm, thick, oily blood on the table; after all, his ass and balls were still pressed against it. Finally, he passed out again, which allowed Maddie to work in peace, cutting and sewing and making all necessary adjustments.

By the time she was done, it was already daytime, and she was exhausted. It was a good thing she was naked because Maddie was sweating profusely. With a final suture, she pulled the speculum out, leaving his asshole as good as new, a cute pink puckered little ring.

“Will it work?” asked Igora softly, in awe.

“I hope so. But we won’t know ’til he wakes,” Maddie replied, stretching. “Let’s take a break and come back here tonight to test; we can make more adjustments if we need to, but I think he’s done, and we’ll be able to introduce him to our sisters on Monday!”

 

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That evening Maddie and Igora went to wake Devin. They untied him and sat him up, giving him small sips of water. He seemed a little groggy, but the incisions of his chest looked clean, and his swollen balls looked wonderfully plump and healthy, with no bruising or marks. Maddie couldn’t help but reach down to play with them a little.

Devin sat slumped, head down, watching Maddie grope him. “…are they okay?” he asked in a small voice.

“Oh, yes. They feel perfect. Are they tender? Any sore spots?” Maddie asked, probing and squeezing.

“…no,” he admitted, and she could tell that he reluctantly loved the massive pair bestowed on him.

But the best was yet to come.

“You know, the problem most scientists have when they create a creature is that they’re not able to control it properly,” Maddie said. “But I have solved that dilemma. Behold, Igora. My creature is complete, and this is how I can control him!” Maddie held up a remote.

“…excuse me? Creature? Are you comparing me to Frankenstein?” asked Devin huffily.

“No.  Frankenstein was the doctor. You are the creature,” Maddie corrected him curtly, pressing a button.

Devin’s whole body jerked, and his penis sprang to life instantly. His eyes widened in horror, and he gawked at Maddie, open-mouthed, reaching down to try to push his erection down. He couldn’t, of course. The vibrator she had implanted in him wouldn’t allow it; Maddie had total control of his prostate and, therefore, complete control of the whole system. Even on the lowest setting, his body immediately reacted, his cock hardening at the waves of pleasure flooding him.

Tears came to his eyes. “S-stop… stop, I’m going to cum!” he whimpered.

Maddie pressed the pause button, and his body went limp with relief.

“Perfection,” she declared. “Look, Igora, look at him… the man of my dreams, one who will always be ready and eager to serve or satisfy without even lifting a finger.”

Maddie began circling him, licking her lips, admiring the beautiful cut of meat before her. He watched her prowling, eyes wide, visibly terrified, hands cupping his shaft, his thick balls spilling out onto the table, now too big for his palms.

“I can please him, I can punish him, I can do anything I like. He’s at my total mercy. He’ll fuck us, suck us, do whatever we tell him. Because if he doesn’t, I can drive him to madness with the press of a button.” Maddie traced the button on the remote; Devin watched, terrified.

Maddie pressed it. He flopped back, moaning, twisting, and jerking as the implanted vibrator teased his prostate.

It was all internal, of course, and therefore silent, but the effects were apparent. Devin got a beautiful, thick erection. And, despite his protests, within seconds, he was clutching it desperately and jerking himself off, seeking relief only Maddie could provide.

Because even if he jerked off, the vibrator would continue until she chose to shut it off. He was no longer in control of either his erections or his orgasms. Maddie was. But she would be a generous goddess and caretaker. She was no Victor Frankenstein.

She would love her creation, meet its needs, and only punish it when absolutely necessary. Soon, she knew the demands of satisfying the needs of the sorority would make Devin lose his mind, but that was okay. He didn’t need it any longer. They would keep him busy and out of trouble, making sure to keep him ever-focused on his purpose as their slave, their sex monster, their–

 

 

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“Okay, stop, stop, I’m going to cream my pants!” exclaimed Mike, interrupting me. I had had the flashlight up to my face to create long shadows like my brothers used to do; I lowered it, annoyed.

“I was nearly done. You ruined my story!” I grumbled.

“Harry, we’re telling scary stories. That story is just a wet dream come to life. What the hell have you been smoking?” asked Oz, rolling his eyes. “And Maddie isn’t that scary, man, c’mon.”

“Well, I’m kinda scared. I hate needles,” said Jung, hugging his knees to his chest. “I thought we were going to tell stories about ghosts or something, not Maddie butchering some guy in the science building.”

“Well, if you’ve got a better story to tell, be my guest,” I grumbled, shoving the flashlight at Jung.

“…I don’t have any stories except the one about the cheonyeo-gwisin.”

“The who what now?”

“The ghost that lives in Spruce resident hall. Everyone knows about her.”

I regretted giving Jung the flashlight. “Hey, how ’bout we just smoke some more pot and forget about telling ghost stories?”

“We haven’t told a single ghost story yet. Besides, you know the rules. Guy with the scariest ghost story gets a blowjob from the guy with the least scary story.”

“Can we disqualify Harry for not telling a real ghost story?” asked Jung.

“Ghost stories aren’t real, by definition, you doofus!” I protested.

Jung put the flashlight under his chin just as I had, and lowered his voice with a mysterious smile. “Oh, but mine is…”

 

– To Be Continued…-