Perry Verihard - Lustin And Teasin

Ken turned to the tall, broad-shouldered doctor and stared into his piercing gray eyes. "Thank you, doctor. I'm sure everything will work out. Goodbye."

Dr. August let Ken out, then went back to his desk. After giving Darlene's file a last thorough check he reached under the desk and pressed a hidden button. The two walnut panels on the side wall of his office parted to expose a computer-like network of lights, tape wheels, buttons.

There were twenty slots spaced equally along the front of the impressive machinery, each numbered from 101 to 120. They corresponded with each of the twenty rooms in which August had his experimental patients. Darlene was in room 107. He pressed the button above that slot and a long strand of two-inch-wide paper fed out. This contained symbols showing her pulse rate, body temperature, BMR, breathing patterns, all the necessary biological,information to assure him she was in good physical condition.

After surveying this data he added it to a folder containing the results of the physical examination he gave her when they brought her drugged body in, He could now see the effects of the drug were gone, she was awake, aware, confused and rather nervous. Her memory would be filling in, soon she would recall everything up to the point when agent Twenty-Four focused her and Chuck in his telescopic lens and pulled the trigger on the rifle, Agent Twenty-Four was an excellent marksman, he hit Chuck first, then Darlene, both in the bared and humping flesh of their fannies.

Dr, August reached for the intercom. "Have the patient in room 107 frozen when she reaches center floor, use the floor clamps and make sure she isn't facing the door."

The secretary's voice came back. "She was trying to open the door and snapped two fingernails, there's blood smears,"

"Yes, I noticed that on her information feed out. Have Mrs. Cleaver do the necessary cleaning once Darlene is clamped. Tell her to avoid being seen at all costs."

"Yes, doctor."

"Any reports from the make-up section?"

"Yes, doctor, the masks are completed. The husband's voice duplication tape should be ready in a few minutes."

"Excellent. I'll wash down."

Dr. August reached into his desk drawer and with drew a plastic vial of Korean ginseng. With a sigh he took two of the root tablets and swallowed them down. Then he rose and went to the surgeons' washroom.

"Help!" screamed Darlene. She couldn't move, and the more she struggled the more helpless she became.

"Please help me!" she cried out to the empty room before letting her head fall to the floor and sobbing hysterically. She had been slowly crawling across the white floor toward the blood-smeared doorway with the intention of trying once more to open it. But when she reached the center of the room her ankle was suddenly clamped solidly down to the canvas flooring. She twisted back to see what was wrong and saw the horrible thing.

As if the floor were alive and aware of her presence a hand-like clamp had emerged, stretching the canvas like elastic, grabbing her ankle and holding it firm. When she reached back to push the frightening thing apart and get free, another grabbed her wrist. With a frightened scream she grabbed at that one with her other hand and just as quickly another clamp emerged to grab that wrist.

Then the ankle was released and as she came to her knees in an attempt to pull free other clamps grabbed both ankles. She was now secured down, almost on her stomach with her backside jutting in the air and helpless. Very, very helpless. "Oh! Please won't some-one help me?" she cried.

That's when she heard the sound. Like a fan blowing, a soft whirr… then silence. She held perfectly still, she couldn't see back in her position, she. only knew the doorway was to her rear and out of sight. Then a new sound filled her ears, a brushing, scrubbing, then the sloshing of water in a pail and something like a mumbled curse.

The grating noises continued and seemed to move to different areas of the room. Once they came quite close and Darlene found the courage to whisper, "Who are you? What am I doing here?"

But there was no answer, just the scrubbing. "What do you want?" Darlene screamed violently while trying to wrench free of her restraints.

The scrubbing sounds quickened, the water sloshed, suddenly everything was again silent except for the fan-like whirr. When that ended Darlene felt very alone, lost. She wondered what the sounds meant and hoped that now they were over she would be released.

Dr. August dried his hands on a fresh, clean towel and stepped from the washroom to the closet-like area where an assistant patiently waited. "Is it ready?" he asked.

"Yes, doctor," the young lady answered. She held up a soft rubber mask.

"Excellent," said August. He faced the mirror and slowly picked at the edges of his goatee. Suddenly he gave it a downward jerk and the beard came off. It was artificial a cosmetic device he used to convince the spouses of his patients that he fit the psychiatrist image. He was a psychiatrist all right, but his clean shaven, youthful face just wasn't what people expected from a doctor.

He inspected the skin of his wide-jawed chin and smiled. He looked much more like a college athlete than a doctor, in fact it was college athletic scholarships which provided for his extensive education. Dr. August leaned toward his waiting assistant and she moved the mask into place.

When he stood up Dr. August's face was transformed once again. This time he had a face which also seemed incongruous with his tall, strong physique. The face of Ken Williams.

After inspecting himself in the mirror and making a few minor adjustments to his hair he turned to the assistant and said, "Very good. I think this is the best one yet."

"I'm trying a new type of plastic," she answered.

"Notify the control panel that I'm on my way."

"Yes, doctor'"

Dr. August was wearing the white gown of a surgeon about to engage in surgery as he walked along the narrow corridor and stopped at the doorway marked 107. Before opening it he reached to the neck of his surgical gown and pulled the tie-string. It came loose and he hung it on a convenient hook beside the door. He was totally naked.

The well-toned muscles and trim lines of his body rippled with exercised health as he pressed the button and watched the doorway slide to one side. He stepped into the room and the panel closed behind him. He felt good, vigorous, this would be his first operation of the morning and he had been looking forward to it. The photographs of Darlene Williams taken by his agent had intrigued Dr. August, she was a remarkably beautiful woman.

"Who is it?" Who is there?" she moaned from her helpless position on the floor.

August said nothing, in time she would learn everything, once the therapeutic sessions were over. He watched as she struggled against the clamps, tried to arch her supple body and twist around to look back at her quiet visitor. It was all a useless exertion of energy. After several minutes she dropped to her stomach, exhausted.

That's when August nodded to the hidden camera of the central control. On cue the voice of Ken Williams filled the room and said only one word, "Darlene."

She bolted up as best she could. "Ken? Oh, Ken darling, is that you?"

There was no answer as she kept calling out to Ken. Dr. August now dropped to his knees between her clamped feet and took the hem of her white linen gown in his hands. Going slow to enjoy each delightful inch of the attractive expanse he knew to be underneath, he lifted the gown up.

By the time the gown was lifted enough for August to view her ankles and calves Darlene realized what was happening. "Uh? Ken? Ken, is that you?"

He didn't answer. Instead he lifted the hem high enough to gaze inside at the gentle curves of her rear thighs, at the soft, hairless flesh with the slight tinge of pink. She had excellent, beautifully shaped legs, long, supple, developed through years of swimming.