The young Rachel Helsing, in desperate need of money, has turned to her last resort. An ad in the paper from the notorious Dr.Frankenstein asking for willing subjects. But she has no idea that the rumors are true! Soon, she finds herself another one of Dr.Frankenstein’s mad creations, his own personal pleasure slave, hypnotized to serve his every wish and enjoy doing it!
Warning! This story contains 4,426 words, including m/f sex, mind control, forced sex, and double penetration and is for adults only!
“You may stop.” Rachel came to a rest, letting out a sigh of relief. Her body still felt strange, foreign and the feeling of her bare feet on the stone floor was making her oddly uncomfortable.
“Now you see,” Victor continued. “Clearly we must explore the limits of this new body of yours.” He paused to run an eye over her. Rachel was suddenly aware of how little the cotton dress hid. Her nipples were just visible against the fabric. To make matters worse, she was sweating and the dress was sticking to her chest, stomach and legs.
“I don’t want to explore anything,” Rachel said, beginning to feel desperate. She just wanted this horrible nightmare to end. “I want to go home.”
Victor frowned slightly. “I’m afraid dear, I can’t let you do that.”
Rachel furrowed her brow. “What are you talking about. I want to go home!”
“But we haven’t tested the limits of your new body. Don’t you understand?” He grabbed her shoulders, his eyes full of a kind of wild excitement. “This discovery could change everything!”
“I’m leaving,” Rachel declared shrugging his hands off of her and moving toward the stairs.
“Stop!” Her legs froze. She tried to move, tried to shake, but they refused her every command.
“What are you doing!”
“Shh,” Dr.Frankenstein’s arms circled around her from behind. “This is for science.”
“No. I don’t want this,” Rachel begged ever as a warm feeling of comfort ran up her body at his closeness. A part of her felt strangely safe in his arms.
“You do,” Victor whispered in her ear, running his hands up over her dress until he found her breasts. He squeezed gently. Rachel’s nipples leapt to attention. “You were born for this. Designed for this.” He squeezed harder and Rachel could not support the moan that came from deep within her.
“You are my greatest creation.”
“No!” She cried as if her mouth could deny her body’s response.
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Published July 21, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.