Salvation – Chap 12 Cruel Experiements by Zenythmon
A dark and sadistic tale set in Victorian England , Doctor Jeremy Stevens was astounded to see the large number of people who
had gathered in St Saviour’s purpose built lecture theatre. The three
tiers of seats that rose in a horseshoe from around the tiled floor were
now full to capacity and the excited patrons and governors were eagerly
awaiting the first of Doctor Steven’s experimental lectures.
Men and women of acquaintance nodded to each other, often surprised by
each others attendance while others whose long term friendships had been
built upon their clandestine meetings and the pooling of funds to afford
such delights, talked and laughed, sharing flasks of good brandy, whiskey
or port.
Mirrors, used so effectively in many of the other rooms to focus light
from the large windows in the ceiling, were now drawn to one side to
allow the limelights forward. Newly powered by gas, the lights were
backed with mirrors to give just as strong a light onto to where the
large examination table would have been.
However, in its place was a mere skeleton of a table, with cleverly
turned tubes of metal that didn’t seem capable of supporting any weight,
let alone that of a growing child.
Entering by a door at the rear of the theatre, Jeremy strode in followed
closely by Nurse Anne Bishop and two of her assistants to rapturous
applause from the eager audience. Doctor Stevens smiled shyly and nodded
to the surrounding faces, some of whom he already knew.
“Thank you, thank you,” he called. Slowly the applause stopped and then
silence settled onto the room.
“As you are aware,” Jeremy told them, “Tonight, is the first of many
lectures that I intend to give in order to determine the response in
children to forced sexual stimulation.”
“Many other doctors such as the eminent Doctor Samuel Croft are also
conducting similar work in private institutions and sanatoriums, but
thanks to our Miss Marchant this is the only establishment that permits a
discerning audience such as yourselves to watch!”
There was laughter and much applause. Jeremy smiled and waited for it to
die down before he continued.
“Tonight, I will conduct some experiments with electricity,” he told them
and smiled as the sound of the audience’s excitement rippled down to him.
“As with all my experiments, it will be detailed and very intimate so
those of you who are not of a strong disposition should leave now.”
No one did.
No one moved other than to lean forward to watch as Doctor Stevens and
Nurse Bishop, spread the straps that would support the child. The
assistants stepped out of the room and returned with a little girl, who
looked very pretty dressed in her sailor’s uniform.
“This is Dawn,” Jeremy told his audience. He had her journal open already
to record each of the tests and her many reactions to them. “She is
thirteen and well developed for a girl her age. She stands five feet
three and measures 34 inches across her breasts, 30 inches at her waist
and 32 inches about her hips.
“You will notice,” and Jeremy gave a signal to the two assistants who
held her to remove her uniform, that she has no distinguishing marks and
in accordance with St Saviour’s rules, she has had all her body hair
removed apart from that of her head.”
They did indeed, and stared down at the pretty girl avidly, drinking in
the small pudding breasts she’d developed with large pink aureoles that
dominated the cone-like growths, then hungrily looking downwards, past a
belly that was slightly rounded to a fatty mound that was still red from
the plucking of her pubic hair, the crushing of her thighs failing to
hide the smooth cunt peeking out at them.
“Dawn is both healthy and bright with no history of madness or fits in
her family.” Jeremy concluded and looked at his audience again.
“This is a serious experiment and I would ask the audience to refrain
from crying out, passing vulgar comment or attempting to request certain
acts,” he told them.
He smiled when his audience laughed and applauded, then turned to his
helpers and nodded. “You will notice,” Jeremy called out over the cries
and struggles of the girl, “that she has a very healthy aversion to being
restrained. Also please notice, that each of the leather restraints has
little studs of metal to which the electric current can be fed.”
The girl was staring in wide-eyed horror at them as he described them,
screaming and flaying in an attempt to keep them from her wrists and
ankles. But with so many adults restraining her she was forced into the
frame, and with the basic restraints limiting her, the additional ones
were added.
Her thighs were strapped and the crank-handles turned until they’d been
drawn from each other. Arm restraints were added and then a band placed
across her brow to keep her head from jerking, followed by a metal and
leather bar forced into her mouth.
“The blindfold,” he told his audience, “would not normally be needed, but
I feel she may be inadvertently affected by seeing some of the equipment
before it is applied to her, giving false readings from the subsequent
tests,” he explained.
Nurse Bishop applied the blindfold over the girl’s widely staring eyes
and tightened it while the child screeched uselessly around the bar in
her mouth.
Then the machine was wheeled in from the adjoining room, a large machine
that was attached to its own trolley that had a large turning wheel at
the back. On the front were a number of dials and selectors, along with
two prominent slots into which a selection of different terminals could
be fitted, each at the end of a long electrical lead.
His assistants had been well trained and knew what was expected of them.
Taking turns, they took hold of the wheel at the back of the unit and
began turning it until a fair speed was reached.
Jeremy watched the needle come round and nodded his satisfaction. Anne
passed him the first of the tools, a flat piece of copper an inch square,
and Jeremy took it and applied it to the child’s inner thigh, then
stepped to the machine to take hold of the large switch.
“Are we ready?” he asked everyone.
There was a complete silence from the audience, so deep that all that
could be heard was the nervous breathing of the girl through her gag and
the whine of the machine as its handle was turned.
Turning his attention to the girl suspended by her restraints, Jeremy
flicked the switch and then watched with unsuppressed excitement as her
body was jerked upwards, bowed in her restraints, every muscle in her
legs and torso dancing tightly under her skin while a high pitched
screech issued from between her teeth.
Doctor Stevens flicked the switch again and the girl slumped, drawing in
a huge breath before she began to shake and cry. Jeremy nodded and
started to make his notes, the audience forgotten as he concentrated on
what he’d learnt and what he still needed to know.
He transferred the copper plate to her arm and flicked the switch again,
nodding as he saw her body suffer the same reaction, but with a more
prominently lifted left arm. “Good, good,” he said to himself, moving it
again, now to her left breast, just above the soft little nipple.
The girl jerked as if bitten and whimpered, tossing her body in an
attempt to dislodge it. Jeremy meanwhile, attached another plate to her
other little breast and fitted the plug into the other socket on the
machine. With his finger resting on the switch, he waited for a moment,
and when the girl seemed relaxed, he flicked it on again.
Once again her body jerked upwards, bowed and taut, her nipples suddenly
swollen and erect while her legs trembled with the play of muscles in
them. A screech grew from her mouth, swelling and swelling, growing with
the excitement of the watching audience who were spellbound by the vision
of her on the table.
The current was turned off again and she fell into her restraints,
sobbing and panting, muscles jerking uncontrollably on her legs and arms.
Jeremy would have personally liked to see her eyes and feed on her
expression, but he had to keep up with the pretence of conducting proper
tests, at least for the beginning at least.
There was a fine sheen to her skin now, a layer of perspiration that gave
her a marvellous new look. Her nipples were taut and the thick lips of
her labia had taken on a new firmness, each distinct and separate from
its twin.
Turning from her, Jeremy looked at the tools he had to hand, those he
himself had designed, and a slow smile crept over his face as he decided
it was time. He picked up his favourite tool and held it up for all to
see.
A ripple of interest swept round the audience as they looked at the long
slender probe that was a sandwich of copper, rubber and copper. A sly nod
towards Nurse Bishop and the woman turned the handles that drew the
girl’s thighs even further apart.
Jeremy anointed the probe, and then knelt to deftly insert it into the
crying girl’s anus, pushing it in despite her sobs until the pink ring of
her stretched anus was clenched around the copper at the probe’s base.
Now the room was quiet again, just the girl’s constant sobbing to be
heard as Jeremy stood in front of the machine, turned the current down,
and rested his finger on the switch.
Everyone but the girl waited with bated breath, even Anne who had knelt
between the girl’s legs for a really close up view. The switch was
flicked and current was sent into the tool, the AC current sending fierce
jolts from each of the electrodes, through her body and out again.
Dawn’s pelvis rose and then moved up and down with each of the stabs of
current that entered her bottom. She gasped and whimpered, tossing her
hips as the magic sensation continued passing through her.
Doctor Stevens slowly turned the dial that sent more and more current
through the electrodes and Dawn’s hips rose higher and higher, driven to
it by a need she couldn’t explain.
Jeremy turned it off and nodded for Anne to remove the probe. As she did
so, he prepared another similar device in size and length, but with only
one electrode that ran down the length of the column. When Nurse Bishop
stepped away, Jeremy stood over the collapsed girl to expertly draw her
labia apart and then insert the column into her gleaming cunt.