Christopher WunderLee: Moore's Mythopoeia

In order to not infect the subject with outside influences, each woman was required to strip naked in an adjoining room, be cleansed of any body lotions, deodorants, or other epidermal pharmaceuticals and was then fitted with a sensory headdress that strapped over her eyes, blinding the subject, covered the nose with a gadget that had no smell, and sealed her mouth. A conveyor belt then led them into the machine room, where technicians monitored robot arms that inserted the subject into the mechanic hammock. Once placed in position, the woman was tested for benign responses, in order to rule out mental disorders or other contaminants that may cause false results. It was then time for Dr. Mendelson to experiment on them. Using a plethora of probes, quills, prods, lubes, suction cups, spoons, dabs, whispers, tubes, protuberances, juices, barbs, flanges, whiplets, plungers, fur and whistles, the machine began an elaborate stimulation program. In this way, the scientist could determine responses with technical accuracy. As the machine continued, the woman’s heart rate, breathing, perspiration, excretion of bodily fluids and audition were monitored.

Mendelson worked for seven years on the project, publishing preliminary results in scientific journals that indicated he was well on his way of discovering the perfect arrangement of arousal to incite rapture every single time. Joseph’s caregiver entered the program in its eighth year, when the machine had been perfected and Mendelson was confident he could make any subject bleat in exactly forty-five seconds. She had originally followed directly along with previous participants, within thirty seconds she was near, fifteen seconds later, she quivered, and the evidence collected. However, on her fourth venture in the machine, two lengthy minutes went by before she shuddered with joy and the scientists shook their heads, for it was the first time anyone had been able to handle the machine for that long since its first year, when it had not been calibrated yet for maximum gratification.

Unbeknownst to Mendelson and his team, the subject had begun experimenting on her own with a variety of devices that they, themselves, were unaware of. Being men, they had never imagined that there was a lucrative trade in the back of questionable magazines that sold female self-gratification devices. The experiment had perked the young nurse’s interest in the subject (little for scientific purposes and more for the new found pleasure it brought the otherwise innocent young woman). Mendelson, though, could not very well allow one subject to destroy his life’s work and in almost a maniacal fashion, he vowed that he would make this rogue nurse cum in forty-five seconds or destroy the machine. He tried twice more without results, but with positive progress. However, in order to get the subject down to one minute, he had been forced to increase the stimulation to dangerous levels and the nurse was so enraptured that attendants feared for her health. She had to be helped out of the apparatus by a specially designed, cold metal chair that would not stimulate her any further, as she was so exhausted and still tingling from the rapture that she could not move and had trouble breathing. Mendelson would not be won over though and demanded, through humiliating pleas and threats, that the work be continued on this obstinate subject.

Her final session then, proved to be disastrous for both the experiment and for the subject, as Mendelson had perceived of the point of no return and had exceeded it before the woman had even disrobed in the adjoining room. Unaware of the doctor’s obsession with her inability to exhale in forty-five seconds and having thoroughly enjoyed the last few sessions to such a degree that she herself could not focus on anything else but to get back in the hammock and have the systematic process begin again, not even the outside assistance she had employed gave her the pleasure she now required, she had thoroughly lubed herself and while the attendants were diverted, avoided the normal cleansing. These factors led to her reaching such an orgasm in the chair that she had a heart attack and went brain dead in a millisecond under forty-four seconds. The attendants were able to reanimate the subject, but she remained in a unique coma for several months afterwards.

Conventional doctors could not figure it out, she writhed like a woman in constant intercourse, pealed with ecstasy every minute of every hour and excreted love juices like a well-timed city pump. It wasn’t until they hooked her back up to the machine, for monitoring purposes only, that they realized that she was still experiencing the faint impulses injected in her during her last session and that she would probably continue to for the rest of her life. No surgery was able to cure her of the perpetual orgasm, and the nurse woke up from her coma with the howl of a woman fulfilled by the perfect climax.

It was Dr. Mendelson himself, after conceding defeat in Bern at the National Medical Conference, that invented an opposing apparatus to dull her senses and allow her to lead a somewhat normal life. The device was based upon the chair that they had devised to remove her from the machine and sent opposing impulses through her body the exact second before she was to experience orgasm.

So when Joseph had met her, as a flailing infant discarded by grieving parents, she was a wired cyborg of science fiction novels who always seemed at the point of bursting into ecstasy but never completed and was relegated to a hovering chair with a ventilator attached (he thought it was a jetpack for many years) so she could breath normally. She could never detach the mask over her face or remove the plastic finger covers with wires running down her arms, because she would immediately fall into excruciating ecstasy and be comatose, so Joseph had never actually touched the skin of his adopted mother.

She could not allow him to come in contact with her (any outside stimulation was too much) and so she supplanted contact with vocal caresses. She adored the child, not so much because she could never conceive, due to her condition, but because it made her useful again. Years had passed since the fateful day of her extreme ejaculation and she had become a charity case at the exact hospital in which she had been experimented on. Unable to treat patients or work in an administrative capacity, she spent years simply roving the halls of the hospital, watching patients come and go, seeing nurses off to weddings and death, and desperately dreaming of some function she could perform. That was when he was delivered to her, like a gift from fortune.

The day of the celebration though was not a joyous one for her, Joseph’s departure after eighteen years of work, would leave her in the same state in which he found her, utterly useless. It was magnified by her adopted son’s actions that day, he treated each and every nurse as though they were his mother, and gave the one true caregiver the same hour he reserved for everyone else. In Joseph’s mind, he saved her for the last, a symbolic “save the last dance for me” homage to what he knew she had done. But the disabled nurse did not see it that way, for her he was already abandoning her and in a fit of melancholy that did more to combat the ever-present rise of sexual fervor, she invited the young boy up to her room one last time. Joseph believed it was just her way of saying goodbye, one last time in her room, one last visit, but when he arrived, he immediately understood she had other plans.

Since he was a small boy, Joseph laid in a bed she had specially made for him in the corner of the room, he did not sleep there, but laid and listened to her as she read to him or as the two talked about any number of subjects. She bade him to take his place in the bed and before he could offer an argument on the contrary, she had removed the finger gloves and the mask from her mouth, unstrapped herself from the chair and joined him on the bed. Joseph, who had been initiated into the ways of love by a now married nurse during a power outage, in which the young woman sought him out as he laid in his lonely bed and mounted him, quickly jerked against him like a cat in heat, and departed before he had time to realize what had occurred, felt his adopted mother’s lips touch his for the first time, felt her hand roam over his belly and down into his pants as the first contact with her skin in his entire life, did nothing but allow the event to take place. He knew that she was choosing death, but years of her wisdom and his subjugation, made it impossible for him to object. In less than a minute, at the first insertion, she uttered a guttural release that echoed throughout the halls of the hospital and collapsed. Joseph knew that she was no longer breathing, that she had disappeared from the body he was inside, but he could not let himself end the embrace, even after he had finished and felt himself slipping out of her, he did all he could to remain within her, remain in her tender arms.