Story Guidelines:  The classic story of Frankenstein has always fascinated me. Not so much the story but the mad scientist in the secluded castle type of scenario. I've captured some ideas from different variations of various sources and added a few of my own ideas so if you see something familiar, then you know where it came from. I've also deviated somewhat from my other fumbling attempts to write stories in that the female character is based upon a real person, warts and all. Or should I say lousy personality and all? I know it's probably unfair to characterize a person that way but who said life was fair?

Chapter 1

The rain on the windows of the rented station wagon was horrendously wet, consistently miserable and certainly not the kind of weather that Don Benseman and his new wife Julia were expecting on their honeymoon. The holiday brochures had painted this rustic country as having extremely clement weather.  Even the local bumpkin at the petrol station in town where they had filled up had remarked about the unseasonal turn.

Julia had not known exactly how to take the attendants comments. His voice was slow and syrupy like he was retarded. Although not bad looking in a James Dean sort of way, the blonde thought she'd almost caught him several times inspecting her bosom. Not that there wasn't plenty to look at. Julia Benseman really was a gorgeous woman. Slim and petite with a figure to match, she would make all males envious of any man whose bed she chose to grace. However, her personality was not in keeping with her appearance being such that Julia would have been a sure bet for the lead role in Shakespeare's play `Taming of the Shrew'. Many men had been drawn to her by her looks and then completely put off by her abysmal personality.

Almost 20 miles out of town, the car they'd rented had broken down. Although almost a highway, the road looked like it hadn't been used in some time. They'd waited over half an hour in the rain, thunder and lightning without seeing any vehicles pass by. It slowly dawned on Don that he'd better come up with an alternative plan. Mulling it over, he reasoned that the letterbox that he could occasionally see highlighted in the distance by the lightning belonged to a house. It seemed logical that most houses even in this foreign country would have a phone and hence he could call for assistance (and Julia thought the bumpkin was slow?).

Don had deliberately put off the idea of walking up the driveway attached to the letterbox due to the chewing out he'd almost certainly get from his new wife about getting wet. Now however it seemed that there was no other option to take. Reluctantly he and Julia got out of the comforting dryness of the car and ensuring that the doors were locked began running toward the driveway.

Sure enough they were completely soaked before they'd even reached the letterbox. However they doggedly pressed on and were quickly trudging up the driveway. Unfortunately, the building up the driveway turned out to quite a long way up and it was another five minutes before they unexpectedly got a glimpse of the imposing building through a streak of lightning that lit up the landscape. Their goal turned  out to a very ancient looking castle situated atop a hill.

Ten minutes of more walking brought them to the imposing oak front door. By now they were completed saturated and even the satisfaction of finally reaching their goal could not lift their spirits.

Looking for a doorbell, Don was puzzled until he eventually found a rather old looking chain and handle.  Tugging on it produced an almost ridiculously tinny bell sound on the other side of the door. Beginning to shiver in the cold they waited patiently as slow shuffling footsteps approached and then the heavy door swung open to an accompanying groan.

Being in a strange land, the newlyweds had had no major experience with the locals and hence had no idea what to expect. They were certainly taken by surprise by the individual before them. Dressed in a butlers uniform, a small (or to be politically correct - vertically challenged) man looked up at them with an almost practiced look.

"Yes, may I help you?"

Trying not to let his chattering teeth interrupt him, Don explained their predicament "Our car broke down on the highway. We saw your house and hoped, well could we use your phone? We'll just say where we are and go back to the car. We don't want to be any worry."

The little man pierced the pair with a long-suffering look and without answering Dons question replied "You'd better come in. The master will not be available till morning but I'm sure he will want to see you.  We have some spare rooms available and I'll arrange for some dry clothes for you."

Don and Julia were a little taken aback by the butlers' demeanor. It was certainly generous to be offered a bed and dry clothing for the night especially since they were total strangers. The disconcerting thing was how the little man had said it in such a way that they had no choice but to agree. In fact it turned out that they didn't even get that much say in the matter as he promptly turned on his heel and walked away with a curt "Follow me."

They were forced to trail along in his wake as the main illumination was from the lantern held in the butlers tiny hand. On closer inspection, Don noticed that although the lamp appeared to be just a ordinary gas powered lamp, it was in fact a battery operated fluorescent tube made to look like it's more primitive predecessor.

As they trailed the little man, it became obvious that he would not initiate a conversation. Therefore Don felt obliged to try and start a forced conversation.

"So this Master you speak of, could I ask what his name would be?" Don asked jerkily.

"Baron Frankenstein." The man replied although he pronounced Frankenstein like a tomcat that was just about to get into a catfight with a dozen other tomcats.

The castle was an eerie building with portraits of what the couple assumed was the owners ancestors hung on the walls. Cobwebs seemed to abound and the air was musty with an almost unlived in smell in it. Small noises echoed and more than once Julia thought she saw something moving in the shadows as they passed by. Unnoticed by either of them, the eyes of a portrait followed them as they walked past, contemplating them with an almost maniacal look

They ascended the solid oak stairs in silence, their shadows falling onto the ground floor as the followed it's curving direction. Arriving on the first landing, the man led them to then end of the passage and then stopped between two doors.

"This will be your room sir." Indicating one door. "And this one for you madam." Indicating the other.

The pair were initially surprised to be given separate rooms especially since they were married. However in the interests of not antagonizing their guide they acquiesced and entered their rooms. As they entered the man said, "You will each find a change of clothing in the wardrobe."

With that he began to walk down the corridor in the direction that they had come.

Don began to object as the man had the only obvious means of illumination in his hand. However upon opening the door, he found a similar lantern already burning in his room. A ray of light in the hallway from the other room indicated the Julia had found the same thing.

Julia for her part was eager to find something dry to wear. Stepping into the large room, she found a four poster bed. Although generous in size, it was obvious that the bed would only accommodate one occupant.  Moving over to the wardrobe, she pulled open it's double doors to find a large number of clothes hung up neatly each one on an individual hanger. The clothes ranged from the dressy to the casual. All were without exception of a sexy or revealing nature.

Choosing a stylish one-piece dress, Julia slipped it on. To her surprise it was an exact fit. Suddenly concerned, she took the dress off and randomly tried on several different combinations, each one with the same result. Even more concerned now, she quickly threw on the dress again and hurried over to Don's room. Throwing open her door she rushed out almost colliding with Don who was just about to knock on her door.

"The weirdest thing is happening. All of the clothes in the wardrobe are an exact fit. It's almost like they were tailored for me." Complained Don.

"Same here" replied Julia.

"I think that we'd better get out of here as soon as we can. First thing in the morning we'll talk to the Frankenstein guy, make the phone call and then get out of here." Said Don.

As they were talking in the hallway, they noticed a light slowly coming towards them. Behind the light shuffled the erstwhile butler carrying a tray with two steaming mugs on it. He stopped when he reached the pair and said, "I've brought you each a cup of hot Cocoa to warm you up."

With that said he deposited a cup next to the bed in each room and then shuffled off down the hall calling out "Sleep well." Followed by something inaudible and what sounded like a suppressed snicker.

"Well we can't get at the car until the morning so we'd better do the best with what we've been given.  Let's turn in and get the rest of it sorted out in the morning." said Don. "Don't forget to lock your door."

Retreating to her room, Julia closed the door and suddenly realised that the door had no lock on it. As a makeshift lock she jammed a chair up against the door handle.

Turning to the wardrobe, she sought some form of nightwear. Not being able to find anything suitably modest she settled upon a black baby doll nightie. Although not totally satisfied with her selection, Julia reluctantly donned the garment. She would much prefer an item of nightwear that didn't display all of her assets. Remembering the cup of Cocoa she gratefully took several heavy swallows. The drink was warm and soothing and Julia quickly finished it. Trying to turn off the lamp, she simply touched it and it unexpectedly went dark. Groping around in the dark she found the bed and contentedly curled up under the covers safe in the knowledge that no one could get in.

For his part Don was not entirely happy. His current situation found him in a strange building under eerie circumstances. He was separated from his bride of only several days and he had the distinct feeling that something was going on that he didn't know about. The whole matter so occupied his thoughts that he completely forgot about the warm drink that the butler had brought him. Climbing into bed, he too was briefly puzzled with how to switch the lamp off before working it out.

In the middle of the night, Don was awoken by strange noises. It sounded almost like quiet mumbling punctuated with deep moaning that seemed to be approaching his room. Concerned, he fumbled around and managed to turn on the lamp. The mumbling still came closer and then seemed to pass through his room right in front of him and then receded until it could no longer be heard.

Intrigued now he carefully examined the walls of his room. The classical brick fireplace looked quite serviceable but had obviously not been used in some time. The rest of the room was wallpapered with an old but again obviously expensive (for it's time extremely expensive) patterned wallpaper that generated the optical illusion of large insects crawling up the wall. Two wall fittings for candles and a large bookcase completed the fittings in the room.

It was while he was examining one of the candleholders that he accidentally pulled on one of them. The fitting pivoted outwards from its base and there was a loud click as the bookcase suddenly swung out on concealed hinges.

Moving gingerly forward, Don carefully swung the bookcase open further to reveal a passageway beyond.  The passageway was completely dark with the only light spot coming from the lamp in his hand. Warily he stuck his head into the passageway. The tunnel was completely dark to his right and to his left was a dim receding light, which appeared to be the source of the mumbling.

Quickly switching his lamp off, Don stepped into the passageway and clumsily managing to close the bookcase started towards the mumbling, extinguishing his lamp lest it be seen. The glow gave him just enough light to see by without walking into things. To Don's credit he didn't rush towards the dim glow but slowly edged towards it. He quickly found that he needed to keep up a steady pace or the glow got away from him. Several times it disappeared completely and it took Don a while to work out that the carrier of the light source must have rounded a corner as he nearly walked into the wall of a bend in the passageway.

It seemed like hours that he'd been wandering around in the dark passageways. It was full of corners and both up and down gradients. Don had been so busy following the glow that he hadn't noticed that the walls had changed from the solid wood of the house to a rough hewn rock surface. Not that is until he tripped and hit his head quite hard.

He lay thee for several minutes cursing and muttering in the dark. Picking himself up he again set off after the glow. Several minutes passed and he suddenly found himself at a junction in the passageway. Having by this time lost the glow he arbitrarily chose the right hand passage. This wound and looped until he found himself on a small ledge overlooking a small auditorium. He appeared to be at the highest point and furthest from the stage as he could look down upon both the stage and the persons seated before it.

The crowd was small and appeared to be exclusively made up of men. There was an air of expectancy and it suddenly grew quiet as an individual stepped up to address the audience. The most noticeable thing about him was not the crazed look in his eyes but the shock of black hair, which seemed to stick up in every direction at once as if he'd just been electrocuted.

Although the mis-barbered individual spoke quietly, his voice carried clearly to every part of the room. It was obvious that the auditorium had been designed for the best acoustical performance possible.

"Gentlemen, thank you for coming tonight. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Doctor Victor Hugo Frankenstein. You have all been invited here tonight to witness the results of my research. As you already know it has taken many years of dedication to produce positive results. I also remind you that if you wish you may participate in this program for the sum of 10 million American dollars. The research I have been conducting involves the manipulation of another individuals actions. In lay terms it is known as mind control. My initial investigations indicated that a pharmaceutical approach would be best and I have henceforth developed a family of drugs, which I've chosen to call Ezilay. Tonight I will be demonstrating two variants of the Ezilay drug. The most efficient means of deploying the drug is via injection. I've arranged a small demonstration to show you its effects."

At a nod two burly male assistants appeared at the side of the stage bearing a dark haired petite woman between them. The woman was gagged and it was obvious that if it were not for the two men she would have fled. As it was she kicked and bucked and her clothes appeared torn from a previous struggle. Still trying to tear herself away from her captors she was forced upon the stage, the two men still holding her.

"Ah here's our subject now. Let's see what she has to say." Whereupon Frankenstein removed the woman's gag. The stream of words that immediately came out of the woman's mouth was extremely unladylike and culminated with ".. and if you try to lay a finger on me I'll break your balls."

Satisfied, Frankenstein replaced the gag and continued as if nothing had happened. "As you can see our guest seems to be a little uncooperative. Let's see if Ezilay can change that."

Deed following word he picked up a syringe from a tabletop and measured an exact dose of a blue substance into it. Pointing it upwards and expelling the bubbles he proceeded to inject the woman despite her protests and struggling. Nothing seemed to happen immediately and Frankenstein continued.

"It will take a few minutes for the full effects to occur. In the meantime I shall need 2 volunteers from the audience."

Frankenstein then paused to allow any candidates to present themselves. None volunteered so he randomly chose 2 from the audience. The first was a slightly overweight individual and the second quite clearly was oriental. Patiently waiting until his `volunteers' had mounted the stage, the doctor motioned his two burly assistants to leave. By now the woman stood docilely on the stage and seemed not to notice when her 2 minders left.

"My dear what is your name?" he asked his unwilling subject.

"Camilla" was the subservient reply.

"Camilla, please remove all your clothes except your underwear."

As the women slowly stripped, Frankenstein explained. "In the first stage, the subjects will is completely suppressed. She can understand what is happening to her but is unable to resist in any way."

The woman calling herself Camilla had now stripped down to a pair of blue nylon panties and a white lace half-cup bra. She stood in front of the audience of men with absolutely no inhibitions whatsoever.

"Play with yourself." was Frankenstein's next terse command.

With absolutely no hesitation, one of Camillas' hands began to massage a breast whilst the other dove straight into her panties. It immediately became obvious that Camilla was quite expert at stimulating herself as she quickly became wet and unconsciously began to thrust her hips forward.

This had not been unnoticed by Frankenstein who immediately commanded her to stop, which she did so reluctantly. Her wetness was beginning to soak through her panties. By now, Frankenstein's 2 volunteers were beginning to shuffle nervously on the stage.

"Camilla, give one of these gentlemen a blow job." Frankenstein directed.

Again without hesitation, the woman knelt before the portly gentleman and noisily opened his fly. Clumsily flopping out his wedding tackle the woman proceeded to give him an enthusiastic if amateurish blow job. It didn't take long for the man to reach his limit and with a grunt he shot his load into her mouth which she promptly swallowed. Not having been instructed to stop, she continued fellating his limp member in an attempt to get another rise from him. It became quite obvious however that it would be a while before he would be ready again.

"Thank you sir. If you'd care to take your seat in the audience now, we'll continue with the demonstration."  Said Frankenstein.

Adjusting his dress, the man descended from the stage and resumed his seat Leaving Camilla still kneeling on the stage. The mans fellow attendees smiled inwardly to themselves at his good fortune.

Turning to the woman again Frankenstein said, "Camilla, remove your underwear and sit on the edge of the table there."

Following the instructions given her, Camillas' undergarments joined the rest of her clothing on the floor.  She quickly strode over to the table and hoisted herself up on its edge. Meanwhile Frankenstein had busied himself at his equipment table readying another syringe, this one filled with a yellow liquid. Approaching his unwilling subject he quickly injected the syringes contents into the woman's arm.

Turning to his other volunteer, Frankenstein continued "And now sir, would you care to mount this beauty?  The drug will be taking effect on her momentarily."

The oriental man approached Camilla with a sly grin on his face and dropped his trousers. Shuffling forward, he positioned himself between the woman's spread legs. Before he could penetrate her however, Camillas eyes rolled into the back of her head and she fell back onto the table in a boneless slump.  Although surprised, the oriental man didn't allow Camilla's condition to stop him and he easily penetrated the woman in a single stroke.

In the meantime from his perch, Don had a ringside seat of the perversions taking place before him. He'd found them disturbingly arousing. As a man of high moral character he was extremely concerned about this.

As Don knelt on the ledge, he suddenly heard a sound like a foot scrapping on rock. As he turned to investigate, a bright blue flash that instantly took away his ability to control any part of his body stunned him.

The little man in the butlers' uniform carefully put the stun gun in his pocket and then slung Don over his shoulder in a fireman's lift. Carefully picking his way back to the fork in the passage, he made a right turn bringing him into a hospital like corridor. The butler dropped Don onto a waiting wheelchair and wheeled him further down the passageway. Of the occupants of the auditorium, only Frankenstein noticed the struggle up on the little ledge and even then only because he had planned it that way.

Clearing his throat to shift the audiences' attention away from the now sweating oriental man pounding into the helpless woman, Frankenstein continued, "The results that you have seen speak for themselves. I now have a small surprise for you. We have recently been fortunate to receive some surprise guests in the form of a honeymooning couple who will be the feature attraction tonight. With a little `assistance' of course.", He said holding up the syringe.

For his part Don was still in shock. The stun gun had left him disoriented and he had only just begun to compose himself as he found himself wheeled up onto one side of the stage. The wheelchair had a headrest so his view was more or less upright and he had been positioned so that he had a view down the width of the stage.

From one side he could see his bride of only a few days approach and step up onto the stage. He was shocked to the core that Julia was clad only in a black see through Teddy that hid absolutely nothing. Even more of a concern was the blankness in her eyes and the way she held her arms out ahead of her like some sort of robot.

"Well that is to say our blushing bride will be the feature attraction while her husband is otherwise detained." Added Frankenstein with a mischievous grin.

"If you'll allow me just one moment gentlemen, I need to confer with the happy couple." said Frankenstein whilst guiding Julia's stiff body over to the side of the stage where Don sat. The audiences' attention was in any case concentrated on the two intertwined bodies up on the stage.

Standing Julia directly in front of her immobilized husband, Frankenstein paused to allow the enormity of their situation to sink into Don's befuddled mind. Don could only sit helplessly as his new nearly nude wife was displayed before his eyes. Julia's eyes had a vacant look as she stared unblinkingly ahead. Don noted that her breathing was regular as he watched her visible nipples rising and falling beneath the satiny material of her top. The dark hair of her pussy was also clearly visible through the brief nightwear.

"I know you've been watching the show so there's no need to reintroduce myself or explain what we're doing." stated Frankenstein. Your visit was so convenient that I decided to add your lovely wife to the program. I might have consulted you but I'm afraid the effects of the stun gun won't allow you to speak for some time. But don't worry, I'm only borrowing your wife for a while. Why don't you sit back and enjoy the show."

Behind Frankenstein, the oriental man had almost finished. A few frantic thrusts between the woman's parted thighs brought him to his peak and he shot his load into the helpless woman with a loud groan. Extracting himself and suddenly embarrassed by his public performance, he quickly hitched up his trousers and almost comically scurried back to his seat in the audience. The object of his recent lust lay still unconscious on the tabletop.

Frankenstein gestured off stage and the butler shuffled up onto the stage and approached the woman's still form. Clumsily manhandling the naked female body, the butler slung her over his shoulder and carted her off. Her womanhood was plainly on view. Even more obvious was the man's lust beginning to dribble out between her legs.

With an irritating smile on his face, Frankenstein turned away from Don and addressed Julia.

"Time for sex, Julia."

Don watched in amazement and then dismay as his new wife's nipples suddenly became erect and her pussy became sopping wet. Her breathing became heavier and she almost began to pant. The crotch of Julia's nightwear became saturated almost instantly. It was obvious even to a casual observer that she was deeply in heat.

Don was reminded of their honeymoon night not so long ago. It was not the similarity between the two moments that struck Don but rather the dissimilarity. On their honeymoon night, Julia had coldly informed him that she would take him aboard that night only the once and thereafter would only do so again when he wanted children. To say that Don was perturbed was an understatement and he had briefly wondered whether his perfect marriage had started badly or if he shouldn't have done it in the first place. His thoughts were quickly dispelled once he entered his new wife's body. Although an inexperienced lover, Julia was certainly a good lay despite her lack of active participation.

Returning to the present, Don watched as Frankenstein walked back to centre stage and drawing Julia along in his wake addressed the audience.

"Gentlemen, this brings us now to our final demonstration this evening. Without further ado gentlemen, let's get to the finale of our show. May I present Mrs. Julia Benseman. She will shortly have the privilege of entertaining one of you fortunate gentlemen on a very personal basis. I can assure you that other than her husband she has not been had by any other man."

Speaking to Julia, Frankenstein said. "Now, my dear. Why don't you introduce yourself to the nice audience?"

In a monotone, Julia spoke. "I am Julia, doctor Frankenstein's newest sex toy. My body belongs to doctor Frankenstein. I will spread my legs for anyone he instructs me to. I fuck, I suck, please try me."

To emphasize her words, Julia lowered her arms, slid the straps of her top off her shoulders and allowed the flimsy material to drop to her waist exposing her small but firm and now definitely aroused breasts.  Although not having large breasts, Julia's figure and obvious beauty made her quite desirable to the mainly male audience.

Frankenstein was obviously pleased and quite literally beamed at the audience. Standing behind the entranced woman, Frankenstein reached around and began to massage her small breasts.

"Now then gentlemen, I will now be accepting bids for the charms of this young filly. Shall we start the bidding at say, $8,000?"

Bidding was slow at first but sped up quickly and peaked at $30,000. The good doctor closed the bidding by slapping both hands together and continued, "Thank you sir, Julia will escort you to your room in just a moment."

Turning to the helpless woman, Frankenstein firstly administered an injection to her and then leaned closer and whispered in her ear.

"And now sir, Julia will now show you to your room." Said Frankenstein.

As he spoke Julia descended from the stage and approached the successful bidder. During the short journey her demeanor changed noticeably. She started from the stage as a robot automaton and arrived at the successful bidder as a hot slut ready to take any man aboard. She literally draped herself around the man seductively pressing her still exposed breasts all over him.

Still hot and ready to go she led the man through a side door watched enviously by the rest of the audience.  After this Frankenstein continued his briefing with a lot of boring chemical details. He was only occasionally interrupted by her lustful screams as a man unknown to her mounted her.

The rest of the presentation was uneventful and Frankenstein wrapped it up with Julia and her unnamed partner still occupied in the other room. Don was wheeled off down a series of corridors, which eventually lead to some sort of laboratory/control room. The butler quickly fitted restraints to Dons arms and legs strapping him securely into the wheelchair.

A short time later Frankenstein arrived. Don was disappointed that Julia wasn't with him.

"I'm sorry about the theatricals my friend ", apologized Frankenstein. "The stun gun effect should be wearing off shortly and I thought we might have this time to talk together. As you might already have guessed, your bride is still entertaining her gentleman. Don't worry you'll be seeing her a little later."

Frankenstein paused, turned away for a moment and then back to Don. "For the inconvenience, I have a very special gift for you. Before we get to that part, I'd like to show you a few things."

Reaching over to a bench, Frankenstein picked up a device resembling a television remote control but with more buttons, a lot more buttons. Pressing a button, one wall of the lab cased emulating a painted wall with a Picasso on it and instead started emulating a full size video screen. As Don studied the screen more closely he realised that it was in fact a floor to ceiling, wall to wall, borderless video screen.

Don was at first amazed at the picture on the screen, then surprised about the picture quality and then amazed about the picture on the screen again. The picture was so real that it seemed as if the wall had became transparent allowing an unrestricted view into the room next door.

The room had a single row of twelve couches resembling a psychiatrist's couch facing towards the lab.  Each one had a shapely nude female body on it. Don could not determine if the women were good looking in any way due to the fact that their heads were fully enclosed in a large box attached to the top of the couch. From the box extended a complex looking tangle of wires and metal arms. It was quite evident that every one of the women was well stacked with large breasts and luxuriant pussy hair between their legs.

Don was almost mesmerised by the nude females. He found their slack bodies and almost boneless posture to be highly erotic. Not to mention the fact that Frankenstein appeared to be reprogramming their minds in some way. As he watched, several white smocked female attendants filed in and started to work on one of the couches and it's occupant. As they worked Don noticed that the couches were in fact some sort of padded-wheeled trolley. After detaching all of the wiring and removing the headrest box from one of the couches, the women proceeded to wheel it and it's blonde occupant out of the door.

"If you were thinking that these are more of my experimental puppets then you'd be right." Said Frankenstein breaking into Don's unintended staring session. "However, what you will not be aware of is the fact that they are all merely a part of my greater plan. You see, my Ezilay project has two functions.  Firstly, it brings in much needed capital to fund my main project. Secondly it provides useful support, again for my main project. And what is that project you ask? Well, where my forebears have failed, I have succeeded. You see I have created life where there was only death." With that Frankenstein pressed another
button on the controller and a section of the wall slid away to reveal another room framed by large archways on three sides, one of which Don was looking through.

Unlike the room they were in, this one was quite dark and appeared to be full of dark menacing objects in the background. A crash of lightning lit up the room before Frankensteins hand had closed on the light switch, revealing the menacing shapes to be mainly weird looking electronic apparatus. What captured Don's attention during the brief illumination and threatened to make the hairs on the back of his head stand on end despite his immobility was the sheet covered body on the medical gurney.

With a flick of his hand, Frankenstein flipped on the lights. The entire tableau didn't look any better in glare of man-made lighting either. The electronic equipment still looked weird and the body still looked dead. The huge hand dangling down from under the sheet didn't help either.

Sensing Don's anxiety, Frankenstein smiled crookedly at him and said, "Come now my friend, surely you're not intimidated by my creation." Quickly he strode across to the gurney and with a flick of the wrist stripped the sheet midway down the postrate form. It quickly became apparent to Don that this was a product of science rather than nature. The head and the face looked natural enough with the exception of the two almost imperceptible pimple-like metal studs at the base of the neck. The rest of the body although of obvious physical perfection was bronzed and pumped way beyond that what was possible for the normal
human body to achieve.

Temporarily ignoring his helpless "guest", Frankenstein began attaching electrodes and other odd apparatus to the body on the medical gurney. Crossing over to a control panel on the other side of the room and threw 3 huge switches.

As the strange apparatus behind him began to hiss and spark, Frankenstein turned to Don saying "High above us on the highest tower in the castle, a lightning rod is being extended up into the storm. If my calculations are correct, a bolt of lightning will strike it, providing the 1.21 jigawatts I need to bring my creation to life.

A manaical gleam came to Frankensteins eyes as he said "You have arrived on a fortuitous night my friend.  For tonight you shall see history in the making. HA HA HAHAHAHA."

As Frankenstein's laughing echoed evilly through the enormous room, a bolt of lightning struck the lightning rod extended far into the night sky from one of the castles towers. In milliseconds, the enormous electrical charge shot straight down the specially designed superconductors that lead directly into Frankenstein's laboratory.

To Frankenstein and Don, the atmosphere in the laboratory suddenly became supercharged with static electricity. Anything in the room with an ounce of synthetic material in it immediately gained a static charge that would take at least 5 minutes to leak off to ground. More importantly, most of the lightning's charge was directed straight into Frankenstein's equipment and thence into his "creation".

The light in the room suddenly flashed brighter than a camera flash and then the lights immediately failed. The sudden change from bright light to blackness left retinal images flickering across Don's eyes. If he were able to move, he would have been energetically rubbing his eyes by this point. As it was Don had regained the ability to blink which he now did rapidly. The room lighting slowly came back as a dim glow and then gradually increased until it was back to the same level it was before the lightning strike.

Frankenstein reversed the 3 switches he had thrown earlier and commented, "Well, that was rather exciting wasn't it?"

Everything in the room appeared exactly as it was before with the exception that Frankenstein's "creation" now sported a boner of monumental proportions.  Although the lower half of the body was still covered by the sheet, it was almost as if a tent pole propped it up. Don estimated it had to be 7 inches at least.

At that moment, a side door opened and the 2 women Don had seen earlier on the video screen came in pushing the couch that he had also seen earlier. Still reclining on the couch was the slack limbed blonde. Her eyes were wide and staring and her lips were parted slightly as she mumbled something incoherantly.  Her large breasts wobbled slightly as the white smocked attendants maneuvered the couch parallel with the medical gurney containing Frankenstein's creation.  Don couldn't help but notice her pubic hair glistened with her excitement.

Frankenstein ignored the 2 attendants as they stood to one side so as not to obstruct the good doctor in his work. Taking a few seconds to savor the moment, Frankenstein coldly examined the helpless naked female. His eyes took in every inch of her body from the long blonde hair on her head, passing her beautiful face, pausing upon her impressive breasts, sliding down her flat stomach, noting the light "baby hair" on her pussy and finally running down her tender thighs to her feet.

Speaking to the girl now, Frankenstein addressed her, "What is your name my dear?"

"Natalie Severs Master." Came the lifeless reply.

"That's a nice name Natalie. What would you like to do now?" Frankenstein said it like a question but it was obvious the girl was helplessly in his thrall and would respond to his commands without question.

"Anything you tell me to master." Came the reply.

Frankenstein smiled a disturbing smile and lent in closer, "That's fine Natalie.  What I need you to do now is to masturbate until you are ready to be penetrated.  You will then stop and tell me when you are ready. Under no circumstances are
you to orgasm."

Natalie replied with a subservient "Yes master." and started on her task in hand (so to speak).

It was obvious that Natalie was inexperienced at pleasuring herself. But what she lacked in experience she made up for in gusto. Frankenstein had only instructed her to masturbate so she completely ignored her breasts and pressed both hands into her crotch. The writhing and swaying of her body made her breasts bounce pleasantly in a manner that Don found highly erotic. Especially now since he'd now gained control of his eye movement and didn't have to rely on his peripheral vision anymore.

On the wheeled couch, Natalie had managed to find a rhythm and was thrashing and rolling with both her hands jammed between her legs. As she began to thrust her hips forward, she suddenly spoke up "I am ready for penetration now master."

Frankenstein had also been captivated like Don and her gasped words broke him out of his reverie. "Errr.that's good Natalie. Please stop what you're doing and stand up."

Obediently, Natalie raised herself off the couch and stood beside it on shaky legs. Her pussy hair was matted and her nipples were tight. Any man seeing her would instantly recognise a female in heat.

With a flourish Frankenstein flicked the sheet all the way off his creation to reveal an erection that looked as if it were cast in bronze. Fully 7 inches in length, it was a pussy plunderer that any woman would fear.

"You may now climb up on the table and mount him." Instructed Frankenstein.

Frankenstein watched with satisfaction as Natalie swung herself up onto the table and straddled the massive member without any fear or hesitation. In moments she was fully penetrated and simply sat there slack jawed, glassy eyed with her arms hanging limply by her sides. The only sign that she was a living being and not a statue was the constant rise and fall of her breasts as she
inhaled and exhaled.

"There is something about having a woman completely under your control that makes a mans blood boil. Don't you agree?" asked Frankenstein as he turned to Don. "Look at her there. A beautiful naked woman, fully impaled whom I own body and mind. Incredible isn't it?"

Don could certainly agree as he took in the erotic sight of the big-breasted blonde as she mindlessly sat motionless with a full 7 inches buried deeply within her.

Turning back to the girl, Frankenstein spoke, "You may now ride him as much as you wish. You may not cum until I tell you. Begin!"

Still hot from her previous exertions, Natalie had no trouble as she began to bounce up and down slowly increasing in tempo as she got into a rhythm. Unlike her manual exertions, it was obvious that she had much more experience at this activity.

As Natalie energetically bounced up and down, the eyes of Frankenstein's creation opened. It's hands previously dormant on the table raised up to rest on the girls' hips. Growing stronger by the minute, it suddenly sat up to bury its face in her ample bosom. Natalie didn't acknowledge it in any way and continued to mindlessly bounce up and down albeit a little restricted now that its' arms encircled her.

Still gaining in strength, Frankenstein's' creation began to take a more dominant role in the action. Grabbing the girl it rolled them both over allowing it to more easily dominate the blonde. Beginning it's own rhythm now, it began to forcefully thrust into the helpless girl.

Frankenstein watched carefully as the action unfolded. Waiting until the coupling reached it's peak he said, "Natalie, you will orgasm now."

The blonde began to yell at the top of her lungs as she thrust her hips forward literally raising the both of them off the table. Frankenstein's creation suddenly threw it's head back while the blonde collapsed underneath completely spent. Examining the unconscious girl closer, it was obviously disappointed at her lack of response and extracted itself from between her legs, which now dangled limply on either side. Lightly hopping to the floor, it began to check its surroundings.

"My boy!" cried Frankenstein as he stepped in to literally hug his creation. " I know there are many things you'll want to know. This nice lady here will look after you until I can attend to you personally." Another attendant had magically appeared by Frankenstein's side and gently began to dress Frankenstein's creation in some simple clothes.

Unobtrusively in the background, the unconscious girl was wheeled away using the medical gurney that had recently been the scene of such heavy activity. One arm dangled limply over the side and her legs still lay parted just as her most recent attacker had vacated them.

"Quite a show wouldn't you say?" said Frankenstein turning to Don.

Don tried to reply but only managed a gurgling sound.

"Hmmm...beginning to get control back again eh? Oh well had to happen some time.  Well as you can see, I've got a bit of work to do with my latest creation. I'll leave you here for a bit but don't worry, I'll be back before you know it!" With that said, Frankenstein closed the partition between the rooms and then turned on his heel and left Don alone in the room.

Once Frankenstein left, the room seemed eerily quiet. The lightning sometimes flickered through the windows but other than that the only thing noticeable was the ticking of the pendulum clock in the corner. Now that Don had full use of his eyes, he was able to measure the passage of time on the clock. After 3 hours had elapsed, Frankenstein returned.

"Ahhhh.hello again my foreign friend. How are you doing now?"

Don had regained full use of all his faculties and answered Frankenstein, "Where is my wife. What have you done with her?"

"No harm has come to her. As I mentioned earlier I've only borrowed her for a while. She will be returned to you unharmed." Said Frankenstein in a soothing tone.

"Our time is just about done, Carla here will see you to your vehicle." Said Frankenstein indicating a pretty brunette trailing behind him.

"Wait, I have more questions to ask you." Yelled Don.

But it was too late as Carla propelled the wheelchair Don sat in out the door.  Don's last glimpse of Frankenstein was of him watching sadly as Don was wheeled away. Carla obviously knew where she was going as they traversed a dizzying circuit of ramps and corridors eventually ending up in a parking garage. In it sat the rented car he and Julia had arrived in. And in it sat Julia herself.  She appeared a little bewildered but otherwise in perfect health.

Carla released Don from the wheelchair and helped him into the drivers' seat.  Although he had full control of his faculties, Don was still a little weak from having been bound for so long. For her part, Carla remained silent despite Dons' intermittent questions and didn't acknowledge him in any way.

Assuring himself that Julia was alright, Don resolved to put this place far behind him. Starting the car, which now ran perfectly he quickly accelerated away from the castle and Frankenstein.
 

Don lay back in their double bed and thought about their strange adventure. It wasn't until later that Don remembered the gift that Frankenstein had mentioned.  Julia had changed markedly as had their relationship. No longer was she the cold-hearted temptress. In her place was a warm human being that laughed at his silly jokes and needed sex on a regular basis. In fact, he'd learned that if he didn't take care of her regularly, he was likely to get jumped the moment he arrived back from work.

"Yes" he thought, "Life sure did improve for us." Glancing at the clock, he noted that Julia would be back from her weekly aerobics class shortly. Briefly grinning at the thought of the bedroom calisthenics they would be engaging in later that night he slid off the bed to begin preparing the evening meal.

Three blocks away, Julia Benseman sat naked atop an equally naked man. She was slack jawed and glassy eyed with her arms hanging limply by her sides. The girl was deeply impaled by the mans 7 inch member. Her mind and trembling body accepting without question the flesh of her unwanted invader. The two pimple like metal studs on the mans neck glistened as the sweat pored from him. On top the helpless blonde was instinctively beginning to bounce up and down, just like she'd been trained to....

The End