Doctor Alan Monroe sat behind his desk and looked at Mr. and Mrs. Smith.
"I know how hard it must be to accept the news about your son, and
there are no words I have that will match the grief you must feel."
Three days before the tests had removed the last doubt: the brain
cancer was spreading. Their son had at most weeks to live. The doctor
paused to see how the parents were reacting. If they seemed very upset
or angry, then there was no point in going further. However, they both
nodded.
"Sometimes what helps a terminal patient feel better is to feel useful,
to feel that his experience can help others. Your son is a prime
candidate for an experiment I would like to try.
"Your son is one of a great many patients who can't communicate their
thoughts or desires, and that is upsetting to the patient and their
families. I am trying to come up with a procedure so we can tap the
patient's thoughts directly when they can't communicate through any of
the normal channels.
"This involves a surgical procedure where we would implant electrodes
in your son's brain. Then a volunteer would wear a headset attached to
those electrodes, and we would see if the volunteer could receive any
thoughts.
"This won't do anything to extend your son's life. In fact, there is
some risk associated with the surgery. The hope is that someday this
could help other patients to communicate. Any thoughts?"
The husband and wife looked at each other. Mr. Smith then said, "It
sounds good to me. I think Carl would want to help others."
Mrs. Smith said, "You say it might actually shorten his life?"
"It's possible, but he doesn't have long anyway."
"And would he feel pain, with electricity in his brain?"
"Ah, yes, good question. These electrodes are used for measuring what's
going on in his brain, not changing it. So there would be no current
going into his brain. We're just listening in."
They looked at each other, and Mrs. Smith shrugged her shoulders.
"Let us think about it overnight," said Mr. Smith.
It took them two nights to think it over, but they agreed.
Dr. Monroe checked to see that the "halo" that received the
electromagnetic patterns was securely seated on Meredith's head. Med
students were encouraged to volunteer as research subjects as part of
their education, and Meredith was the fourth to try to receive signals
from Carl's brain. The first three hadn't been able to detect anything.
Carl Smith was paralyzed except for his eyes. They moved, and the
doctors had determined that he did have thoughts. He could answer
simple questions by looking to the right for "yes", and up for "no", at
least some of the time. As best they could tell, he had consented to
the surgery after having it explained to him.
For the present purposes, what mattered was that he could tell what
number, color or shape he was looking at.
He sat propped up on his hospital bed, wires coming out of his shaved
skull to a machine beside the bed. At the foot of his bed was the chair
where Meredith sat facing him, wearing the halo which received its
signals by radio.
"Now, Meredith, I will give you two choices. Tell me which one you
think Carl is looking at." A monitor was in front of Carl so he could
see it but Meredith could not. It was slightly to the side, so he could
also see Meredith.
"Red or green".
"Umm, I have no idea."
"Just guess -- sometimes the effects are subtle."
"OK, red."
The square on the monitor was green.
He changed the image. "Once again?"
"Green."
The square on the monitor was green.
"Square, or circle?"
"Gee, I don't know. Circle, I guess." It was a square.
On and on the test went. Meredith got just about half of the answers
right, exactly what you would expect by chance alone.
"One line, or two?"
Meredith didn't answer.
Dr. Monroe looked up to see her shifting in her seat.
"Meredith?"
"Oh, um, two."
The next picture came up on Carl's screen. "Again, one line or two?"
When she didn't answer again, he looked up to see Meredith's legs
apart. She was wearing black nylons under a gray skirt, and in her
current position both he and Carl had an unobstructed view right up to
her white panties. Meredith was an attractive young woman, her dark
hair held back with barrettes. Her breasts beneath her white blouse
were of an average size, and she was slim. Her face was really quite
beautiful, Dr. Monroe thought, featuring big brown eyes and an elegant
ski-jump nose.
Meredith looked at the doctor, then restored her feminine decorum by
putting her legs together again and smoothing her skirt down.
"Oh, um, one."
But she stared at Carl as she opened her legs again and pulled her
skirt halfway up her thighs, then her eyes went wide.
"Oh, I'm sorry, this is quite distracting," she said and blushed,
pulling her skirt down once more.
"Can you tell me what you are experiencing?" Dr. Monroe asked.
"It's kind of embarrassing."
Dr. Monroe took a deep breath. "I noticed you had your legs apart
before, which didn't seem like what young women usually do -- "
"Oh, I'm sorry," Meredith said, blushing.
"Well," said Dr. Monroe, smiling. "I doubt Carl minded, and I certainly
didn't," he said, "but anything unusual you are experiencing under
these circumstances is of great interest."
"Oh, um, could I have a word with you in the hall?"
There were still a dozen more questions for her to answer, but the
results to that point were not in the least bit promising, and this
seemed more important.
Dr. Monroe showed Meredith out through one anteroom into a second
beyond. Meredith blushed and looked down to the side. "I was getting
something from him, I think, but nothing about squares or red and
green. I think he felt some, um, sexual excitement when I was being
less than modest."
"Oh," said Dr. Monroe, trying not to laugh at this fanciful idea. He
wondered if this young woman was especially frustrated sexually. "That
is surprising. How do you know?"
" I'd rather not say." She straightened and looked at the doctor. "But
we want our patients to be open about sexual matters so we can treat
them properly, right?"
"Of course."
"So if my sexual reactions are relevant to science...?"
"Yes, then it would be very helpful to hear them."
She looked to the side as she spoke. "The reason I think I was getting
his sexual arousal is that I
felt sexual arousal when I did those
things, and I assure you I wouldn't ordinarily feel that way. Am I
correct in thinking that a man might feel arousal from looking up a
woman's skirts?"
"Well, I can't speak for all men," said the doctor, looking away. He
was trying hard to maintain a professional demeanor, "but my
understanding is that would often be true." He paused, then decided to
make her a little more comfortable by revealing a tiny bit about
himself. "It often is for me."
When he looked up he realized she had been teasing him. She gave him a
sweet smile and continued. "Could I try some more, um, experiments?"
"OK," he said, unsure what to expect.
Back in the room, she sat in the chair again without the halo on and
opened her legs, then lifted her skirt, and said, "Nothing."
With the halo back on, she repeated those procedures and gave a little
moan.
She looked at the doctor. "Could I do some more experiments, just the
two of us?" she asked.
"Protocol doesn't allow me to leave you alone with a research patient,"
he said, feeling confused.
Her eyes fixed on Carl, she thrust her chest out and ran her hands over
her breasts, moaning again.
"Meredith," he said, uncertain. "This isn't at all professional
behavior!"
"Oh, doctor," she said, looking at Carl hungrily. "It could be an
important discovery, right? Why don't you just leave us alone in here?"
This was crazy, he thought. The medical school could have his head if
this got out. On the other hand, if she was somehow getting sexual
thoughts from the patient, that was extraordinary. Whatever unseemly
activities Meredith engaged in, Carl wasn't going to tell, and Meredith
would have many reasons not to advertise it either.
"Um, OK," he said, retreating to the anteroom.
There was a video recording everything that went on in the room, and he
immediately started watching in fascination.
Meredith unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor before peeling
off her nylons and panties.
He could just barely make out on the sound feed, "Oh, my God," she
moaned. "You really like this!"
With a few deft motions she removed the sheet and pushed Carl's johnny
up to reveal his genitals. His penis was largely erect, and with a few
deft strokes of her hand it became fully hard.
"Oh!" she gasped. And with that, she knelt above him, guided his cock
to her pussy, and plunged down on him. Dr. Monroe's mouth dropped open
in shock.
"Oh, my God, oh no, oh God, Oh!" Meredith gushed, trying to keep her
voice down. From her sudden relaxation, it appeared she had just
experienced an orgasm.
She lifted off of the paralyzed patient and sat on the bed next to
Carl. Seeming to come back from a faraway place, she looked around.
"Oh, shit," she said, suddenly seeing the video camera. She turned her
nakedness away from the lens.
The doctor could only imagine the thoughts going through her head. A
video had just been made of her raping a paralyzed teenage boy.
The boy's cock was softening gradually, and a fresh little pearl of
semen appeared at the tip.
The doctor was amused to see her remove the halo, get dressed in record
time and look around frantically for wipes to clean up the evidence on
Carl's penis, then close up his johnny and put the sheet back on him.
She pulled the halo off, then seemed to pause a moment before opening
the door.
"Um," she said as she emerged. "That video camera wasn't on, was it?"
"Yes," he said, "and I was watching." At that point he couldn't
maintain his composure completely and laughed, shaking his head.
"Oh, no," she moaned plaintively. "Oh no, oh no," and started to leave,
bright red.
"Don't go anywhere, Meredith," said the doctor. "Don't panic. I'm not
going to tell anyone."
"You won't?" she asked, looking up at him with hope.
"No, and I'll hide that video file in a safe place. Look, we share a
little secret. We both have a strong incentive not to tell anyone else
what happened in that room. For me to allow what just happened would
put my reputation in serious jeopardy."
"Talk about your
reputation!" she said miserably.
"Listen," he said, trying to ease the tension with some openness. "I've
seen sexual intercourse before -- even participated in it now and then!
I know what the naked female body looks like, and yours looks just fine
and not that different from any other. Your sexual response was, well,
what I would expect, though perhaps -- unusually strong."
She nodded and looked down.
"Now, ordinarily, no woman would ever initiate sex with a patient,
especially a paralyzed one, and especially not in a hospital research
room where you might have expected a video. The question is what made
you do it."
"I could just feel his pleasure and his hunger. Or actually, it was my
pleasure and hunger, but it came from him -- it must have, right?"
"OK, but ordinarily, even if you saw a guy who was really totally hot,
and he was looking you up and down and licking his chops, you still
wouldn't spread your legs for him in a hospital room, right?"
"No, of course not!" she said. "But this was different, it was
compelling in a different way." Her eyes got a faraway look. "The idea
that I could do something to make him feel even better -- it was
irresistible."
"Because he's paralyzed and you sympathize with his plight?"
"No, just because... it was irresistible."
She looked at him. "This is research, right? I can't believe I'm saying
this, but... would you like me to do it again?"
"Oh, let me think..."
She looked at him and whispered, "Would you let me do it again?"
Her attraction must be strong indeed! "Oh," he said. It was a
potentially unique opportunity. Ground-breaking.
Then he said, partly to himself, "Think Kinsey. Think Masters and
Johnson." He felt excitement and a little bulge in his pants as he
asked, "Can I watch?"
"No!"
"I will only permit you to repeat the experiment if I can be present."
She looked longingly at the door, then at the doctor. "Can we turn the
video off?"
"Oh, yes, of course!" he said. He certainly didn't want any evidence of
him watching this encounter.
She bit her lip. "It's science, right?" she said.
Meredith put the halo on at the foot of the bed and a dreamy smile came
over her face. She undressed completely and exposed Carl's lower parts
fully. His penis was erect again.
"Let me try some different things," she said.
She stroked his penis with her hand. "He likes that." She played with
her breasts. "That too." She reached down and took his penis in her
mouth. "Ooo, he really likes that."
She slid her hands around on her breasts and sighed. She took some deep
breaths as she slid her hand up her thigh to her crotch.
"What about you?" she asked.
"Me?"
"Well, it's science, right? What about homosexual activity?"
"Ummm, OK." Dr. Monroe approached the boy and touched the boy's penis.
He had never touched another male's erect organ before. He stroked up
and down tentatively.
"No, nothing from that," she reported. "What about oral?" she asked.
"Ummm," he said, making a face.
She gave him a teasing smile. "For the sake of science!"
"Uh, let's see," he said, gulping with revulsion. But he was a doctor
-- a scientist.
"What about showing him what you've got in your pants?" she
asked,
smiling at the bulge that marked his erection. "Well, hearing us talk
about this didn't make him feel excited, so I guess you're off the
hook." She giggled.
Dr. Monroe breathed a sigh of relief.
Meredith looked at Carl and spread her pussy lips a little. "Would you
like to do it again, Carl?" she asked.
"Yes," she told Dr. Monroe. "That's what he really wants."
"I want it too, Carl!" she said. "I really do!"
"Just a second," she said, getting into position above him, preparing
to impale herself once more.
"There, oh, there!" she moaned, lowering herself slowly onto him. "You
love that, don't you? I love it too, it feels so good! Now let me go up
and down a little."
Dr. Monroe watched as the med student humped herself up and down on the
boy's penis.
"I can't believe how good it feels," she whispered. She went a little
faster up and down. "Oh yes, you want it faster, right? Oh, I bet you
want to come in me again, don't you? Oh wow! You want to fuck me?"
She turned to the doctor, "He loves it when I talk like that."
"OK, Carl, fuck my cunt, let me feel you deep. Oohhhh. Shoot me full of
cum, Carl, OK? Ooohhh! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" There was a pause.
"Aaaahhhhh!" she screamed, shuddering for several seconds, then lifted
herself off the boy and sat beside him on the bed.
"Oh, doctor," she said. "I don't usually talk like that. It's not that
I like it, but I thought he might, and he really did! So I did more of
it, and I can't tell you how much he liked it. And then of course his
orgasm is the best of all. It's way stronger than any orgasm I've ever
felt. This is so amazing, doctor."
Dr. Monroe noticed that she was remarkably calm sitting naked in front
of the doctor, showing no sign of embarrassment. It had him hard.
Carl's cock lay flaccid.
He had an idea for another scientific experiment. "Say, I wonder how he
would feel about voyeurism."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, like watching two other people do it."
"Oh, and what two people do you have in mind?" she asked, looking him
up and down. "Trying to get into my pants in the name of science, eh?
That is sexual harassment!"
"Well," he said, "I suppose you would have to tell them the entire
context in which this occurred."
She stuck her tongue out at him. Then she stopped and looked at Carl.
"He likes the idea," she said, then continued, mischievously, "and
aren't you the lucky doctor, getting to screw your student because
science requires it."
"You are very sexy," he said earnestly, and stripped from the waist
down, then stood looking at her.
"Aren't you going to strip all the way?" she asked.
"Carl," he said, "do you like the idea of my keeping my shirt on?"
Meredith looked at him and sighed. "He
likes the idea."
Meredith bent Carl's legs to the side to make room at the bottom of the
bed and lay back crossways.
The doctor had an evil little thought. "What would Carl think of doing
it doggy style?" he asked.
Meredith sighed again. "He likes that idea very much, you nasty man!"
The doctor just grinned.
The bed was too small for that position, so they looked around. "What
about over the back of that chair?" he asked, referring to an armchair
in the corner.
"Talk about demeaning! But he likes the idea," she said. "I guess you
men all think alike."
Meredith presented her nice cute little ass, and Dr. Monroe eagerly
slid up behind her and eased his hard shaft up her pussy. It was hot
and tight and he was in heaven. He held her hips as he mated with the
girl. On a whim he slapped her thigh lightly with his left hand.
"Hey!" she said, turning back to glare at him. But then she said,
"Oooh, he really likes that, do it again."
So the doctor did, thrusting and slapping. "Harder!" Meredith said, and
he slapped harder, pumping deeper for good measure.
His orgasm was upon him, and he stopped slapping, grabbed the girl's
hips tightly, and after some last frantic thrusts buried his cock to
ejaculate his sperm deep inside.
As they caught their breaths, Meredith said, "That was interesting. He
felt excited by it, but of course he wasn't feeling direct pleasure
from his own penis."
"Interesting," said the doctor, with a grin on his face.
"Oh, look, he's asleep," said Meredith.
The two did a thorough job of cleaning up all traces of their deviation
from the research protocol.
"Come see me tomorrow," he said. "We're onto something potentially
huge, and I can't talk about it with anyone else."
"Do you think it killed him?" she asked the next morning.
"I don't know, but we would only have expected him to live another week
or two at most."
"Oh, I feel kind of guilty."
"I wouldn't if I were you."
"But he might have lived --"
"Think about it this way. His quality of life was pretty miserable. And
here this lovely young woman initiates sex with him. Twice! He was
probably a virgin. It's every teenage boy's dream. And she's crazy
about it -- obviously not doing him a favor or anything. I imagine he
died very happy."
"Well, OK," she said.
"I've been thinking about this," he said. "This is potentially a huge
discovery. I need to try it with more patients. But I can't change the
research description. Imagine, 'Subjects wanted to see if a terminal
patient can induce them to go berserk with sexual desire'."
Meredith laughed.
"Even phrased in scientific jargon, getting that sort of thing approved
with the research ethics committee would take forever if it could be
done at all. What I'd like to do, if you are at all willing, is to have
you try this, ahem, 'experiment' with the next patient too."
"I am not going to have sex with anyone else!"
"Fine. But you can see if you get any of the same sensations or
inclinations."
"With you watching?"
"That's up to you."
"Maybe," she said, thoughtful.
"This could be huge. And some day, your role in it could be known if
you want it to be. You could be famous."
"That's not the kind of fame I want!"
"It still could be a huge help to humanity."
Meredith paused a moment. "Kind of like 'Make a Wish'? Get laid on your
deathbed?"
Dr. Monroe smiled, but he had grander ideas in mind.
Meredith didn't impale herself on the next couple patients, but she did
report similar feelings as she exposed herself. They were older men and
might have had weaker sex drives. With the fourth she smiled and said,
"Here goes!" She humped away on that fellow too and screeched as she
experienced his orgasm.
Dr. Monroe put the halo on himself, and got perhaps a glimmer of
something with a female patient, but she was older. He wasn't bad
looking, but wasn't one of those distinguished older fellows. In any
case, women don't get turned on by visual stimuli so easily.