“I strongly suggest you don’t ejaculate,” Doctor Lotta Payne cooed in my ear. “Of course, Miss Suckswell here, besides being a capable lab assistant, is an expert on getting men to do just that, whether they want to or not. And believe me, you really don’t want to cum. She’s good, isn’t she? I hear she swallows.”
Miss Reelly Suckswell was indeed delivering an unbelievably delicious blowjob to my hard cock as I sat firmly strapped into an adjustable bondage chair. I was currently naked and reclined on my back in a forty-five-degree tilt, my legs spread wide apart in stirrups. The brunette had been my research assistant for over a year now, and although she was a beautiful young woman, I never knew about this talent of hers, or took advantage of it. My loss.
She must have slipped me a powerful sedative last night in my coffee since we were the only ones working in the laboratory so late. I woke up here about an hour ago in this chair, stirred awake by Doctor Payne shooting something into my groin with several long and painful injections. Then the two women applied electrodes to my genitals and turned on the power, torturing them for quite some time.
My former scientific collaborator continued her rant: “It’s just that the nano-bots I injected into your bloodstream are now fully charged, thanks to the current we’ve been running through your cock and balls since then. I’ll bet the electricity was...unpleasant... to say the least.”
Oh, yeah, you could say that. With a positive electrode band squeezing my testicles, and a negative one wrapped tight to the shaft of my penis, the sensations varied from tickling to agonizing, seemingly in computer-controlled random sequences. The pain was never enough, however, to fully cancel my erection.
For while I was squirming under that electrical assault, Dr. Payne and Miss Suckwell were keeping me aroused—and themselves amused—by nibbling my nipples with their teeth and pulsating my prostate with buzzing vibrator probes, among other erotic actions.
They also kept me visually stimulated by shedding their initial coverings of lab coats to reveal stunning fetish outfits. The brunette, Reelly, was in a tight red crotch-less bodysuit made of sheer—very sheer—lace that highlighted her marvelous C-cup breasts. The blonde doctor’s outfit consisted of only a few thin leather straps that did nothing to conceal her gorgeous double-D tits and shaved pussy.
A few minutes ago, Reelly had removed the electro-stim devices from my privates and started ministering to my aching cock with her very skilled mouth and hands.
Dr. Payne continued: “The micro-bots are all gathered in your genitals now, waiting to be activated by your orgasm, at which time they’ll spread throughout your body and kill you, slowly and in unimaginable agony, over the course of two or three days. Maybe longer, if we can keep you alive that long.”
She was describing the “Demon-Bots” she had developed secretly, on the side, as she helped me program my analgesic nano-bots.
Once injected into the bloodstream, the microscopic MedBots that I had invented would seek out and connect directly to the source of pain in sick or injured patients, then block the signals of only those neurons that were firing. They would do so quickly and efficiently, without the side effects common in chemical pain relievers. The system was revolutionary and would make us both billionaires.
Her perverted version, however, was designed to cause agony.
It turns out my partner had a dark side to her brilliant mind, with a touch of sadism and depravity. I had always known of those tendencies, but she promised she could keep them in check. I accepted her at her word because she was the best in the world at programming microscopic machines.
My mistake. And I was going to pay dearly for that misjudgment.
Early in our professional partnership, Lotta and I had tried out a romantic/sexual relationship, but I broke that off quickly. She seemed more interested in binding and hurting me than sharing love and affection.
I recalled the breaking point in our aborted affair:
We had been spending the weekend at a country place owned by some friends of hers. That Saturday night found me hanging by my wrists from an overhead beam in a barn, being flogged by Lotta with a nasty single-tailed whip. She was aiming to strike every square inch of my naked body from neck to ankles, except for my genitals, which she assured me she was saving for some kind of “special treatment” later.
I was nude, but Lotta was dressed for the occasion; cowhide chaps, leather boots, an open vest that barely covered her naked nipples, and little else. I was trying to plead for mercy but could not articulate my safe word because of the massive leather gag she had strapped onto the lower portion of my face.
I had agreed to the bondage, but not to the suspension, the gag or the heavy whipping. If it wasn’t for the timely intervention when her friends entered that barn, I’m not sure I would have come away without injuries or permanent scars.
I did not fire her at that point; I needed her programming expertise too much at that point in the program to cut her off completely.
But as we reached the final testing phase of our research, I discovered her secret side project: to develop a version of the Med-Bots as a form of torture. Rather than blocking out pain signals, the Demon-Bots would instigate them, in very controlled and agonizing pulses throughout the body; even in internal organs and other hard-to-reach places.
As majority partner of our small research firm, I fired her on grounds of breaking the morality clause in her contract. I gave her a great severance package and the promise of a fair portion of my future earnings, also per the contract. That was three weeks ago. She didn’t like it, but she left, and that should have been the end of the story.
Obviously, it was not. That’s why I was drugged, kidnapped, and transported to this facility, wherever it was. And that’s why I was strapped to this chair with my legs spread wide and my privates open to their abuse.
Apparently, Dr. Payne had spent those three weeks building her own little laboratory to produce Demon-Bots and was currently testing them on me. She must have had the inside help of my own lovely assistant, Miss Suckswell.
Lotta said, “Reelly here has been very helpful in sneaking me a supply of bots that I re-programmed to do my bidding. In return, she is going to share in my wealth and notoriety when we supply these to villains and tyrants around the world.