"You said it wouldn't hurt!" she cried.
Without replying, he took a ball gag from the cabinet and quickly fastened it about her head. "We wouldn't want your teeth to chip, so please bite down hard on this," he told the girl. Picking up an alcohol swab, he moved towards her left breast. The look of terror in her eyes told him that his intentions were clear.
He quickly swabbed the breast, just above the nipple, and then picked up the syringe. "Are you ready to begin your treatment, fraulein?" She shook her head vigorously "NO", grunting around the gag, but the doctor ignored her. He held the soft breast in his hand, stroking his thumb over the nipple. Then he slowly pushed in the needle, savoring her pained look.
Cilla felt the sharp pain begin in her breast, and then heard a small *pop* as the skin broke. The doctor twirled the syringe around, and then slowly depressed the plunger. She felt the pressure in her breast build painfully as the doctor injected his serum. Then he twirled the needle once more and withdrew it.
"What I have just injected is the first of a series of three serums designed to cure you of your problem. The first one went into your left breast, the second will go in the right, and the third will go between your legs, in your perineum." He reached down and stroked the area between her vagina and anus. She moaned, but he paid her no heed. "What you may feel in a moment will be the first serum taking hold."
The sensation began in her breast, right where the serum was injected. It felt like someone had touched an extremely powerful vibrator to the spot, while at the same time heating it up. The feeling spread across the whole breast, then to the other, and then her torso. Soon, her whole body was vibrating, and she was sweating from the heat. Faster and faster she shook, the meter rising higher and higher. Red spots whirled in front of her eyes, and she felt as though she was on fire. Her head thrashed back and forth, her long brown hair whipping about as though caught by a strong wind.
The doctor observed her reactions with pleasure. She was far from the first patient to submit to his regimen, though he was sure she was one of the prettiest. "Look at that hair! those breasts! that clear white skin and the wild look in her eyes!" he thought, as he watched her struggle. The joggling of her breasts was captivating to the eye, as they went back and forth, up and down, seeming to move independent of her body. He congratulated himself on his wonderful
The set of serums was of his own devising, and Dr. Grafenbacher was inordinately proud of his concoctions. Two of the first serum's components were designed to take over the heart and the nervous system, mimicking the simultaneous effects of a fever and a petit mal seizure in the motor cortex. This was the only way that the third and most essential part of the first serum could correct the hormonal imbalance that was causing Cilla's fainting spells. Without them, the radical change in her body chemistry would have caused her body to essentially reject itself, resulting in instant death. Numerous experiments on rats had proved this crucial fact. Hence the sweat pouring down Cilla's body as it shook with all its might in the restraints.
As it was, the first serum was not perfect, and often produced effects far beyond what were strictly necessary, especially in girls so young and nubile as Cilla. But the doctor liked that, and besides, that was what the second serum was for.
She didn't notice Dr. Grafenbacher swab her right breast and hold the second syringe at the ready. When the meter hit its highest reading level, he stabbed the needle in quickly, injecting the second serum fast. Again the sensations took hold first by the injection site. An intense cold froze her breast in place, and soon the vibrations had been replaced with total paralysis as the cold chilled her to the bone. It felt like all her blood had turned to ice, which coursed through her, freezing her as though dead.
This one was designed to negate the effects of the first serum, so that it wouldn't get out of hand. This serum was not perfect by medical standards, but Dr. Grafenbacher enjoyed its effect immensely, and didn't wish to change a thing about it. He counteracted the fever by shutting off the body's heat pump, essentially freezing the hormone changes in place. This freezing was accompanied by a sedative to the out-of-control motor cortex, in order to stop the seizure. Administering these agents together, however, had also proven fatal in Dr. Grafenbacher's animal experiments. He hit upon the idea of a paralytic agent to the central nervous system, and that solved the problem.
The level on the meter dropped sharply, and continued to fall as the doctor readied the third syringe. He swabbed her perineum, and as soon at the meter reading hit bottom, he pushed in the needle. Even in her paralyzed state, the pain still burned deep in Cilla's nether regions. As the chill subsided, the doctor twisted the needle, pulling it part way out and then sticking it back in again, enjoying the agony in the girl's face. Finally, he pulled it out, as she collapsed like a rag doll in the chair.
The last serum restored the patient's body to a normal temperature, and undid the paralytic drug. It kept the sedative, however, in order that the patient might be easily transported away from the office.
Unstrapping her, he helped the half-conscious girl pull on her clothes, reassuring her that all would be fine. "You won't even remember a thing," he said. Another effect of the third serum. He helped her out the door and down the elevator, then called her a cab and sent her home, paying the cabbie generously and explaining that she was drunk, and told him to help her into her house. "When she wakes up, she'll be in her bed, and all she'll know is that the doctor cured her," he thought. Now, who was coming tomorrow? Ah yes, that pretty Aitkens girl...a repeat patient....