More Sleepy Adventures - Part 9
Sara
Doctor's Dilemma)
Natasha felt as if she were struggling to wake, fighting her way back
to consciousness, like a swimmer who had dived too deep. She could
almost glimpse the surface, but it was so far above her. She tried to
kick, to swim for the surface, but her arms and legs seemed heavy, and
tangled ...
The Anaesthetist watched happily as his captive fought against the
drugs in her system. After she had been delivered to him, by The
Gadgeteer, he had removed the rest of her clothing. The scientist was
still being affected by the remnants of his "mind blowing" orgasmic
gas. He knew that every small touch was sending shivers of pleasure
through her. He also knew that he needed her awake, she had one very
special task to perform for him.
He entered a long series of commands into his remote. The myriad of
lights adoring the naked woman's collar began to flash in sequence.
The cocktail of drugs entering her system changed, and she began to
slowly come round ...
Natasha was aware that something had changed, her arms and legs still
seemed to be caught up in something. But now the surface seemed to come
closer. With an effort she was able to force her eyes open, almost
closing them instantly against the bright light. She blinked, her
vision blurring before abruptly coming into focus.
Her thoughts were racing, every passing moment brought new surprises
and horrors. First she realised that she didn't know where she was,
the room looked like some sort of cell. Then she became aware of her
nakedness, and almost instantly, when she attempted to cover herself,
that she had been cuffed. But all these shocks paled into
insignificance when she noticed the tall man, dressed in theatre greens
and wearing a surgeon's mask. She couldn't see, but his eyes, which
now seemed to roam freely over her naked body, told her that he was
smiling under the mask.
"Hello, Dr Castle", said The Anaesthetist, "although actually,
given the circumstances, perhaps that's a little too formal ... may I
call you Natasha?"
Natasha bit her tongue, barely able to restrain herself from telling
him exactly what she wanted him to do. She mustn't antagonise him,
obviously he wanted her for something, and she had instantly recognised
him as the supervillain who called himself The Anaesthetist. Natasha
prayed that he had captured her for her scientific knowledge, at least
that way she might have a chance.
The Anaesthetist seemed to ignore her lack of response. He was waiting
for the pattern of lights on Natasha's collar to change again.
"Now, Natasha", he continued as the cocktail of drugs changed
again, "I propose a simple deal. I want you to help me to synthesise
a particular substance. I will give you the chemical in a slightly
different form, but for my purposes I want you to make a liquid."
The villain glanced again at his captive, noticing how her pupils were
starting to dilate. He smiled happily, taking his time to appreciate
how attractive the doctor was, especially in her drugged and bound
state. It was fortunate for him that the serum she had just been
injected with was not coursing through his own veins now.
"If you do this for me, I give you my word that I will let you go
free, and none the worse from your ordeal."
Natasha knew that she was foolish to trust anything this man said, but
she also knew that she had to do everything in her power to escape.
Telling him what she really thought now, would only destroy any chance
of avoiding what ever fate he might have planned.
"There's no way on earth I'd help you, I don't trust you and
all I want to do is to escape this place", she inadvertently blurted
out.
The Anaesthetist roared with laughter, his shoulders shaking as he
tried to contain his mirth. The startled look of abject horror on the
young doctor's face was truly priceless.
"Good stuff this truth serum isn't it Tasha?" he laughed, "But
of course, I knew that's how you must feel. Please, allow me to show
you a demonstration of what will happen to you if you don't help me
...."
Natasha could only watch, not trusting herself to speak. The villain
gestured at one of the walls, and it immediately seemed to fade into
transparency. She realised that she was looking through into the room
beyond, what she saw next forced a gasp of horror from her, despite her
best efforts to remain silent.
The room beyond looked similar to her own cell, but for one very
different feature. Directly in the centre of this cell, was a metal
framework. A young asian woman was kneeling, her arms drawn up over her
head and fastened in metal cuffs to the frame. Her ankles were likewise
cuffed by short lengths of chain to rings set into the floor. The woman
was bucking and twisting. Natasha could see that she was all-but
"impaled" on a large vibrator which extended from the floor.
Directly in front of the woman, casting whirling patterns of colour
over her face, was a video screen. Natasha couldn't see what was on
the screen, but the woman appeared to be watching it with rapt
attention. Embarrassingly, although the scene made her cringe in fear,
some part of it was deeply erotic. The way the girl seemed at one
moment to be trying to lift herself off of the intruder within her sex,
and the next seemed to be grinding down onto it. Natasha flushed as she
realised how hot this was making her.
"Chandra here", The Anaesthetist gestured towards the woman, "is
being processed for her new role. If you cannot help me, then I will be
forced to treat you in a similar manner. So, last chance now Tasha,
what would you like to happen now?"
Natasha turned away from the window, her cheeks burning. She struggled
to compose herself, knowing that whatever she said next would have to
be the truth.
"Okay, you sick bastard", she whispered, "I'll make you your
chemical if I can".
"Good, good", laughed the villain, "of course there is a part of
you that wonders what that must feel like isn't there?"
The question caught her unawares, and she answered "yes", before
realising.
The villain laughed harder, almost on cue the pattern of lights had
again shifted into its last stage.
"That's good to know, perhaps if you aren't able to make this
substance for me, I'll let you ride the programmer too".
But Natasha didn't hear him, as the drugs flooded back into her, she
slipped quickly and easily down. Her body relaxed, and she slumped back
down onto the floor.
The Anaesthetist took one last lingering look at his captive and then
stepped out of the cell, sealing it behind him. All things considered
it had gone well. He was fairly certain that she would co-operate with
him, at least in the short term. Of course, neither of them had any
intention of going through with their side of the deal. She was far too
valuable to merely release, even if it would be simple to recapture her
later. Natasha in turn was only looking for an opportunity to escape.
If only she had known that the "programming" she had witnessed was
merely "smoke and mirrors". Despite both he and The Gadgeteer using
every item in their formidable arsenal, they were no closer to being
able to process their captive. At least, that had been the case before
they found out about The Confectioner's last great invention. If
everything went as planned, the good doctor would help to create the
very substance with which she would be enslaved ....