By
Lisabet Sarai
“Miss Meriweather. Increase the gain by another order of magnitude. Ah—oh, by Newton’s apples!—”
“Is
that too much, Professor? Shall I dial it back?”
“No,
no, we must continue. Another notch, please.”
“But
your face is scarlet, sir. And your member—Oh,
God, are those sparks?”
“To
be expected when experimenting with electrical forces, Miss
Meriweather. Adjust the rheostat as I’ve instructed. Argh—that’s
good, excellent...Oh! More. More...!”
“Sir,
the boiler will blow. The needle’s halfway into the red zone
already.”
“We
need more power—more steam—oh,
incredible! Amazing! We shall be the first to chronicle the detailed
response of the male organ to various levels of electrical
stimulation—oh, by Aristotle, turn it up, girl! Don’t stop now!”
“I
smell burning. And you’re drenched with sweat.”
“All—all
the better—ah! Enhances conductivity—what? What are you doing?“
“Protecting
you from excessive scientific curiosity. I don’t want you hurt.”
“But—I
was so close to a breakthrough... Unstrap me immediately, Miss
Meriweather. If you won’t assist me, I’ll have to man the
controls myself.”
“Sorry,
Professor. I can’t do that.”
“You
disobedient little hussy! And where—oh,
by Pythagoras, you’re not wearing knickers!”
“Before
you research artificial sexual stimulation, sir, shouldn’t you
investigate the real thing?”
