The Subjugation of a Superheroine

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"I want her gentleman. Want her beaten and on her knees, begging. But she's no good to me dead,so we do things MY way, is that understood?"

The man stood in the center of a circle of men, and though he wasn't the tallest, his words demanded respect and carried an authority the others quietly deferred to.

"Let little Miss Good Deeds go about her business, Don't interfere unless I tell you to do so, instead your jobs are to quietly follow her and gather every bit of information you can, then bring it back to ME and let me figure out how to use it against her."

The men nodded and quickly dispersed, grim looks on thier individual faces as they set out to do as ordered, none wanting to face the punishment the smoking corpse laying at the single remaining mans feet had just suffered.

He's crazy.

The muttered words came from one man as he walked beside the other.

"Maybe, but his pay is good, and he's a bonafide genius."

The second tossed back at the first.

But you can't spend it if you're dead.

The first reminded the other with a grimace.

"Who says I wanted to live forever?"

The words didn't go unheard, the man remaining in the center of the room smiled evilly and then laughed a low laugh, knowing his carefully cultivated image of "Mad Scientist" served many useful purposes, the greatest one that of fear.

"Indeed you can't gentlemen, but it's better we live WELL while we can, before we ALL go to hell."

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Gray Grisham

Age 32

Occupation: Genius

Present Status: Fixated on capturing a certain superheroine and making her his slave.

Desc: 6 foot and 195 pounds, his body kept lean and hard in anticipation of the day he puts the collar around HER throat, black hair worn short, steel blue eyes.

 

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name: red angel..by the local papers... really jessica C.
occupation superhero/ student

She had been raised by her parent, who accepted her greater strength and quicker reflexes as a gift. They had instilled in her a need to help those less fortunate. She had been doing so for years.
About 5 years ago her mother gave her a pendant. She had then told to to try lifting something that not ten minute before she had not been able to lift, and she could. Her mother explained that in her family for many generations one child was born stronger then the rest and that one had to be given the pendant, it would improve every thing about her. In the years since then she had found that it also improved her already fast reflexes. And if she held some one tightly with one hand and the pendant with the other she could get a few images from there minds of things they wanted to do. Obviously in this world of craze's and the like strength and speedy reflexes were far more important.

She only interfered with small time stuff most of the time after all she was mortal. It wasn't that long ago,maybe a month, that she had broken up what had looked like a mugging. Some poor guying being held down by 2 men and struck by a third. All three were well built and stronger then most men but she had managed with her intellect to come out OK and the men had retreated.

The poor man had called her his red angel. The name had stuck. Due in part to her very long wavy red hair and the fact that it hung down her back much like an angels wings. Most of the time in school she kept it wound around her head so no one there knew how long it really was.

Being a chemistry major at the local college did take a good deal of her time to keep her good grades. But she never failed to help when she was around. Because it was nice out side she often took to studying in the park. It was a place were she could work on her grades and still be available to help if something happened. While studying she would keep a jacket on and at the first sign of a problem she would slip behind a tree and remove it to let her hair flow and slip a red mask over her lower face in the day light. ((ooc- i know that is corny but i could not think of any other easy way to at least try and maintain her identity while doing what she has promised to do))

Usually a couple of time a week she disrupted a mugging or a small drug deal. She knew that at least once a week a mugging victim would talk to a reporter. She wished they wouldn't but it was a free country.

Today was Thursday. Usually quiet. Then off to the left she heard a woman, and from the sound of her voice a frail woman, screaming "help me" The words barely reached Jessica's ears before she was moving behind the tree she sat at the base of, she slipped off her jacket on pulled on the mask, and was off in seconds, it was a mugging and the man was running now, strength to ward her. She got close to him before he realized she was not just another jogger and then it was too late, She hit him dead in the face. His nose broke and he fell to his knees. It took very little time to ties his hands to get the lady her purse back. The very old woman began uttering thanks even for she got to her and Jessica took off as soon as she told her were the attacker lay on the path.

Such gratitude always made Jessica uncomfortable so she took off with all speed.

In not great time she was back in her jacket studying under the tree.

 

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The men had done thier jobs quite well. He only had to kill one and severely maim a second before the others realized how deadly serious he was, and after that they began to collect data and report it at a surprising rate.

Bit by bit the sightings of the superheroine began to create a pattern, a tiny half-circle ot red dots showing where she appeared, a second tiny half-circle showing where she disappeared.

"She always comes from the north and leaves to the west, what do both those directions have in common?"

"College Avenue?"

A voice in the back of the group spoke softly and Gray smiled.

"Gentlemen, we are ALL going to be more intelligent before this is finished, I'm pleased to anounce each and everyone of you are going to be enrolled in the University by this time, tomorrow."

The most interesting detail, and Gray's instinct told him, perhaps the most critical, was the few pictures that were taken of this woman as she was seen leaving the sites, giving him the hair color and size, and a huge pair of breasts that nearly hid a tiny pendant between them.

"Funny isn't it, how in each that tiny bit of jewelry is always on display, despite the risk of losing it in battle?"

He spoke to no one in particular as he fed the images into his laptop and began to analyze each.

"Gentlemen, you're all dismissed. Take the remainder of the day to find clothes suiting a campus atmosphere and lose those weapons before you enroll. I want data gathered, not corpses, understood?"

Left in the quiet Gray began working the details of the photos over in earnest, then set the program to create a realistic image of what "Red Angel" would like when dressed in street clothes and made his own phone call.

"I want to speak to the Dean. Tell him Professor Grisham is calling, he'll take the call."

Minutes later Gray was smiling, the Dean was only too eager to have "Professor Grisham" as a guest lecturer, and that eagerness opened the doors to Gray being on campus as well. Gloating he looked at the picture on the laptop, a slightly blurred photo that showed a clear shot of her breasts and masked face, and he laughed as he spoke to it.

"Have fun while you can, Red Angel, one day soon it will all be over, and you'll be on your knees begging me!"

 

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As the evening wore on and it got close to dark Jessica went back to her dorm.

She ate and went to bed. As usual for her, early for most others, her classes started at 8 am sharp and lasted till mid day. With only 2 classes after noon.

No one in her dorm had ever seen her pendant as it was a family secret.

No one is the whole school had seen it either. She always wore a jacket or shirt well covering it. Plus as far as her class mates and teachers could tell her hair was short, poofy but short. It stayed our of her way during labs and such.

The only thing she had not been able to hide completely was being a bit strong. If any of the girls needed a jar opened or such they came to her no matter the hour. Thank fully her slept in conservative PJ's with her hair braided down her back.

She had learned that made getting ready for class easier.

Her alarm went off and she got up and went to her 8 o'clock Chemistry class.

There was nothing usual in her morning. The classes were interesting and not too difficult, but then she studied. She was thinking about what she would do in a little over a year when she graduated with honors. There were no other females in most of her science or math classes. She had known that was likely to happen.

 

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Gray quickly found out it was like looking for the proverbial needle in the haystack, only this needle kept shifting, moving from one part of the campus to another and hid among hundreds of other women that looked alike.

But rather than getting frustrated he simply smiled, knowing the wait made the game even sweeter when it drew to a close.

"One by one we eliminate them then"

He told the men and explained the methods.

"Having access to the records I've created a list of women who meet the physical descriptions, then correlated the subjects they've taken and listed the class times of each. You'll split up and make sure you appear in those classes, quietly getting closer to each to verify the data in the sheets. I've eliminated those redheads that don't meet the criteria or who weren't in town when Red Angel was spotted.

Gentlemen, One final warning, you are NOT, under any circumstances, to harm any woman you even remotely suspect, IF we can not locate her using these methods I have an alternative method. ALL you need do is narrow the list down and leave the final contacts of each suspect to me, UNDERSTOOD?"

And once again the men left, each having a dozen or so women to sort through, leaving Gray to his next move, which he quickly created.

WANTED, VOLUNTEERS FOR TESTING CRITICAL TO MANKIND: SUBJECTS MUST BE FEMALE AND REDHAIRED, VOLUNTEERS WILL BE WELL COMPESATED MONETARILY & WITH THE KNOWLEDGE THE RESULTS WILL HELP IN PREVENTING CANCER:​

Printing off enough copies to post on every wall and bulletin board on campus Gray set out to put them up, whistling a merry tune as he did, quite pleased with his results and knowing little by little the noose was tightening around Red Angel's slim next.

 

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Jessica had just walked out from eating lunch and was on her way to her afternoon class and saw a new notice on board. She made a habit of reading them but seldom did more.

This one caught her attention. Apparently some one was doing research into curing cancer. Jessica wrote the number down. Then she took off for class.

There was nothing usual in her lab class.

After that she went over to the library to meet someone that had asked for a bit of help on the chem. homework.

That lasted about 20 minutes and then she went back to the park for studying. She always picked a different tree to lean again but in one area.

She sat there and pulled her book out and got started. She forgot about every thing as was normal for her when she studied.

Today there there were no cries for help so soon the sun was starting to set and so she put her books back in her book bag and went back to her dorm.

Then she remembered the notice.

She picked up the phone and dialed the number When in was answered she said,"Hi, I saw your notice about red hairs for testing. I'd like some more information, please."

 

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I'd like some more information, please

The call had come through the blind front Gray set up, never believing he would use it he had set it up regardless, and now as it rang and he answered he was glad he did.

"The genetics of a caucasion, red-headed woman somehow have the lowest cancer rate ever, we need test subjects to help us find out why. You'd be compensated of course, and also help tens of thousands, there is some physical work-ups at first, then a sampling of tissue and blood, followed by a single over-nite stay in the lab.

Each step is staged, nothing is done without your prior approval, and everything is confidential, of course."

Gray read off the standard mojo, then added his own twist to the statement and smiled.

"We need to verify that you are a true redhead of course, so we don't waste valuable time and resources, when can you set up a time for an appointment?"

Smiling he jotted down the time and promised he'd be there, wondering if by fluke, his first appointment was......the one.

"I'll see you then Miss?????"

 

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She replies, "Miss Cabot. Ill see you then. I wrote you in my planner." She hangs up and wonders how they will determine if she is a 'real' red head.

Then she went to supper and talked to a couple of other red heads and they had not looked at the notice but the promise of money was enough to get them to call as well.

They both called the next morning.

Then Jessica finished her day and went to bed.

The next morning she got up, did her hair and had bradfast as usual and went to class.

After lunch she went to the office that Mister Grisham had said the meeting was to be in.

She walked in, there was no receptionist and it was only one room. She frowned slightly, but she knew this area of campus had instructors offices, but she know the names of all the professors and he was not one of them.

She was wearing a t shirt and jeans her hair still looking short but poofy, the ends clearly visible, no jewelry in sight.

She spoke softly to the man,"hello Mister Grisham Im Jessica Cabot, i have an appointment."

 

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"Hello Jessica"

Gray turned from behind the desk and stood, to offer his hand and look the woman over.

"It's not like the classroom, you can call me Gray, it's going to be informal between myself and the participants, considering the fairly intimate work we're going to have to do together."

Liking what he saw he offered Jessica a seat, then lifted a reef of papers he had prepared and offered them to her.

"The people that have financed this project insist you read this and then sign it, it's a description of what we hope to accomplish as well as the process we intend to follow, all in dull clinical form of course. There's a consent form as well and a statement that we follow the Privacy Acts to the letter."

Sitting on the edge of his desk he admired Jessica's form through the layers of clothing that concealed it.

"Should you decide to join the program of course, and I hope you do."

 

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Jessica listens carefully.

She speaks softly, "As a junior majoring chemistry and I'm used to 'boring' reading. I have no problem with things being set up on a routine."

She easily reads the forms.

When she was done. She had some questions. So she asked,"what means will you use to decide if a subject is a "true ' red head. It seamed rather important. And where and when would the physical mentioned in the second phase be. Would there be anything specail required for that? I had a full physical just at the beginning of the school year."

 

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Gray leaned forward to study Jessica's face as he answered her questions.

"We'll need to do a visual inspection, of course, the color of your hair on your head will be matched with the hair covering your sex, we'll need you not shave for several days in case you prefer the "bare look". This will done in conjunction with your physical, which will be the standard recording of your vital statistics and drawing a small sample of blood."

Her eyes widened as he watched, and yet she quickly composed herself, watching Gray coolly as he reached for a pen and offered it to her.

"The results of this project are more important than you realize Miss Cabot, I hope you have the courage and vision to see that, if you'll sign the papers I'll schedule an appointment for your physical."

 

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Jessica is a little nervous at the idea of any one seeing the hair on her sex. She is a complete innocent, but it would be a Dr. and no one else.

So she signs the forms and they set up the physcal for the next monday.

Then she shakes Gray's hand, "I will see you after the physical"

She leaves finding Amanda there for her appointment. Amanda and Jessica are close to the same build and Amanda often waers jewlery, to day her necklace in only partly visible and her hair is a lot longer then Jessica's appears to be and curly. They speak for a few minutes before she goes in and Jessica goes about her business.

Jessica goes back to the park to study. As usual on her way over she stops at a rest room and unbraids her hair and changes her shirt just in case of trouble. She keeps her hair inside her jacket. Then she goes on to the park and settles down to study.

Today she had not been studying for more then half an hour and she hears a scream of 'help me'. She slips into the brush and pulls off her jacket and pulls up her mask. She run into a mess barely a block away. Some old man is being robbed at gun point. She jumps behind a tree. She knows she is no match for a loaded gun. She sees the old mans wife laying on the ground. She had not heard a shot so most likely the assailant hit her, hopefully she would be ok.

The man slowly surrenders his wallet and the hoodlum runs off away for her. She pursues him. She hears a call of," carefull" as she goes past the old man.

She get close to the man and she jumps and tackles him. During the scuffle, he does manage to shoot her. The pain from the wound pisses her off and she decks the man. It is only a flesh wound, but it is a new thing to her.She quickly drags the unconsious man back to the sence and takes off. As she does so she can haer the police running to the spot as well.

She had grabbed her medelion as she pulled the man and had gotten the strangest image in her mind of some strange powerful man laughing like a lunatic. Then she had dropped him and took off with an extra punch just to make sure he stayed out.

Slowly, quietly she makes her way back to her books, her hand on the wound. She is in a good deal of pain but doesn't cry out. Every time there is movement she freezes. Then she gets back to her books she takes the shirt she had worn easlier and uses that to tie up her wound tight and then she puts on her jacket and pulls up the hood and slides the books in her bag and heads back to campus. She stops and get bandages and antibotics, then continues to her room, She has no room mates. She had tied the shirt tightly so it is nearly done bleeding and so she bandages and wraps her arm, then slowly painfully she rebraids her hair, and restyles her hair.

The rest of her day goes quitely.

The mugger brags once he wakes up about shooting 'red angel'. That is one of the big head lines the next day. As is the fact that no one has gone into the hospital for a gun shot wound.

By morning Jessica's arm is no longer bleeding. she rebandages it and goes about her business as if nothing happened there is no sign of her wound at all visible.

 

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Gray had to his surprise, several more "volunteers" after the first, each sporting a red hairdo and an interest in the procedures and the payment for joining the program.

By the end of the day he felt sure at least one of them was the woman he was looking for, and a plan was forming in his mind on how to flush her out.

The next mornings news reinforced his belief as he read about the injury of Red Angel and the good deed she had performed the night before, again in the same area as she had always been seen.

"I'm changing our mode of operation. Drop the college boy routine and leave watching the campus to me, I want you men to do what you do best, to start waging war on the unsuspecting, robbing them and then running at the first hint Red Angel is in the area. She's human after all, stronger and faster, but she bleeds just like we do. I want you working in teams of three, one making the strike while the other two stay on the look out

Don't bother trying to fight her, or even trying to save the loot if she shows, just vanish and strike again at a later date. I want her taxed to her limit trying to keep us with us, and when I'm ready, I'll spring the trap!"

Again he was left alone, and set out to finish his plan, going through all the volunteers on the list and writing each, setting up a date and time for thier "physicals", an appointment he was going to make sure he was there for, and was going to enjoy.

 

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Jessica finished her classes on Friday and went to the park. Following her usual routine.

She still had a bandage on her left upper arm but it was very close to her skin tone so it was unlikely to be noticed.

Today she had not even opened a book and someone was screaming for help. It was very close by, barely out of sight by the sound. She put her book bag and her jacket in a bushes.

Then she was after the sound. As soon as she came around the corner, the thief dropped the purse and ran like his butt was on fire.

He did manage to give her the slip. She only managed to catch about 7 out of 10 thugs. So she slipped into the bushes and slowly quietly made her way back to her stuff.

She saw a man standing in the bushes as well. She wandered what he was up to. He did not look like he belonged here. She waited out of his sight. In just a couple of minutes there was a scream for help and Red could see that the guy was looking around on the paths but would not be easily seen from the path. She reached the conclusion that this guy was in league with the robber.

This pissed her off so she snuke up behind him and hit him hard and he fell down, out cold.

Then she came around the corner and his mugger took off as well dropping the wallet he had just managed to get away from the man. By now she is more pissed then before. She does manage to over take him and trips him then knocks him out. As she drags him back she grabs the pendant.

She from his mind she hears

QUOTE I'm changing our mode of operation. Drop the college boy routine and leave watching the campus to me, I want you men to do what you do best, to start waging war on the unsuspecting, robbing them and then running at the first hint Red Angel is in the area. She's human after all, stronger and faster, but she bleeds just like we do. I want you working in teams of three, one making the strike while the other two stay on the look out

Don't bother trying to fight her, or even trying to save the loot if she shows, just vanish and strike again at a later date. I want her taxed to her limit trying to keep us with us, and when I'm ready, I'll spring the trap!"

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Now the man in the bushes made sense. She dropped of the unconscious man and just barely made it in to the bushes before the cops showed up

From now on she would have to be more careful. Some one wanted her out of the helping business there was no doubt about that.

If they wanted her gone that all they would have to do is shoot her and that would be the end of her.

Now that she is working her way quietly through the bushes. She has time to think. the voice in that mans head seamed a bit familiar. But she was not sure why.

Now there are a dozen cops combing the park for more muggers there are no more calls for help that day.

Sat. dawns cold and dreary. There will be no studying in the park today. Its just as well it will give her sore arm and chance to rest. She does walk through the park a couple of times but there is now a patrol of cops walking the park as well. The officer told Jessica that they were now going through this area of the park at least once every two hours, more if they could find the time.

This gives Jessica a feeling of relief as well, for now she can turn some of the mugger stopping over to the cops, its their job after all.

She spends a good deal of time trying to figure out the voice in the muggers head. Its too bad he was out cold. If his eyes had been open she most likely would have seen the face of his boss as well. She does suspect that the laughing maniac that the shooter was thinking about may be the same guy.

Sunday dawns bright and clear so Jessica spends the after noon in the park. There is one call for help and she does answer it but the cops actually arrive before she does.

Monday morning dawn bright and early. Jessica had decided that for the physical she will not be wearing her pendant. She puts it in an inside pocket of her purse. So it is in her purse before she heads out for her classes in the morning.

 

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Gray spent the morning in the background, his ear spending most of the time glued to the phone as he arranged bail for the men that were caught by Red Angel. With each and every man finally bailed out he finished the afternoon making his rounds in the classes and making his guest appearances.

He returned to the office ahead of the first appointment and when Amanda showed up gave her a quick and thorough physical that ended by drawing a small sample of blood from her arm.

"You roll your sleeve down now Amanda, once the test results are confirmed I'll contact you about the time of your first session and we'll begin, OK?"

He had barely finished his notes when the second appointment arrived and he greeted her cordially, then quickly did the routine of tests and promised her to be in contact as well.

He went throught three more appointments before getting to the last for the evening, a woman he remembered as she walked in the door and he stood to greet her.

"You're the last for the evening Miss Cabot and I'm sure you're as tired as I am, so I'll make it quick and brief, I need you to remove your blouse and no more, then I'll take your blood pressure, check body temperature and weight, then take a small sample of blood and you're done, OK?"

 

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Jessica was a bit tired by the end of Monday. She had not had time to even go to the park. She was tempted to put her pendant back on. But decided against that. After all no one knew of it and she was not in the mood to try and explain it. Its a marking tended to make people ask a lot of questions.

After Mr Grisham had asked her to remove her shirt she was completely confused. "Why do you want my t shirt off? It does not interfere with either blood pressure or blood drawing"

Then one possible reason came to mind, "I have no tattoos or body piercings."

She wanted to help man kind but this was too strange. "Please, explain."

 

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Gray sighed, then removed the glasses he wore to clean them as he contemplated the curiously defiant woman in front of him.

"EKG monitors Miss Cabot, we're trying to insure the safety of each and every volunteer that joins the program, and that includes a stress test."

Slipping the glasses back on he smiled an understanding smile, then made several notes on the papers in front of him before lifting his head to look at her for a second time.

"I'm a doctor Miss Cabot and hold several degrees, the human body is an amazing creation, but holds no mysteries from me, if you doubt my motives then you can leave this office and the program."

 

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Jessica nodded, "I am sorry. But it is an odd request. When you don't give a reason"

Then she pulled her t shirt off and waited.

There was no reason to doubt him. She had spoken to 3 of the other girls and knew nothing odd had happened. She was just uncomfortable being undressed in front of others.

She glad that there was only a small mark on her arm from last week. It looked much older then the four days it was.

Jessica knew that now that her amulet being in her bag was a good thing today. She would have a normal stress test, basically the same as every one else.

 

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"Of course"

Gray eyed Jessica and made several notes of her physical appearance, then looked up from his notes.

"You have a valid line of reasoning, and now that you understand mine I'm sure you understand that you need to take the bra off as well?"

Eyes on hers he kept his face bland, noting the rise of color in her face and how it spread downward.

"The contacts don't work through cloth, and I need them on both sides of your heart, for accuracy of course"

Moving to the miriad of contacts that lay waiting on the table he lifted them, then waited with expectant eyes.

"Strange, I read your file thoroughly and you never mentioned that blemish on your arm, it looks as if it were once painful, what made it?"

 

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Jessica had her head down reaching to unfasten her bra when he asked about the mark on her arm.

She spoke softly and smoothly. She had prepared for that question all day. "It was serveral months ago. Just after my school phsycal. I had actually forgotten about it, until you mentioned it just now."

That went easier then she had hoped. Not have to look him in the eye made the lie a lot easier.

She did have a good deal of experience side stepping things and telling things that were not quiet true.

She finished unhooking her bra and removed it. Sitting quietly blushing very deeply far down her chest now. Her head down very far as well.

 

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Alan kept his face neutral as he cupped Jessica's right breast in his hand, taking his time to place each adhesive backed sensor on her flesh, making a show of rubbing the back of each to securely attach them. Several times his hand brushed her nipple and he ignored the effects of it, the soft button slowly swelling and hardening under his "accidental" touch until he moved to her left breast.

"The flesh looks healed, but the coloring speaks of only very recently, I should look at it before you go to make sure there aren't any complications."

He observed in a clinical voice as his hand found her left breast and he began to apply the sensors on it as well, his mind concentrating on the purpose at hand, and not the breast IN his hand.

Until finally he was satisfied, each lead now dangling from the contacts and making her breasts appear to be a pair of multi-colored octopusses.

"I'm going to inject you with a dose of adrenalin, it will create the effects of a hard workout and allow me to record the results of it quickly and efficiently, all right?"

Gray lifted the hypodermic needle and squirted the air from it, then met Jessica's eyes and smiled.

"In the ass, or in the arm, Jessica?"

 

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Jessica was completely shocked that she should react like this, sexually to this doctor just doing his job. She was very temped to jerk away and run as far and as fast as her legs could carry her.

Soon he was done. Then he asked her about the shot. She hated needles.
Her reply was softly, not wanting to betray the feelings still flowing through her but not understood. "the arm please." then she turn her head away from the needle and waited tensily for its prick and sting. It was not long coming and then it was over.

It was only seconds before she could feel her heart speeding up. Over the next few minutes her body processed the adrenil just as any other person.

She was breathing deeply panting even before it was done then. She waited for the effect for the racing heart to slow and it took some time.

She knew from experience that stress tests were within about 30 seconds the same as any one else. Plus her embaressment at her sexual responce would most likely slow down her recovery some as well.

 

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Gray could tell his volunteer was aroused. He could see it in the way her nipples remained hard and swollen. He could smell it in the air as she reacted to the adrenalin and began to pant.

"Responses are a tad high but on the edge of normal."

He spoke and made a show of recording his findins on the clipboard.

"We'll keep the sensors on for the last test if you don't mind, it will save us time, now would you please drink this, it will take the edge of the normal hangover a person gets from that much adrenalin."

Offering her a small glass half filled a pink liquid he waited, enjoying her arousal and discomfort over it, knowing the drug he offered her would make her even hornier and unable to lie to him.

"We'll be done in less than a half hour if we keep moving, Jessica."

 

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Jessica was accustomed to the effects of Adrenalin but she could not safely tell him that.
She was well aware of how temporary the feeling were even so she held out a shaky hand, shaky from the Adrenalin and took the glass.

She knew she did not need it. So she managed to spill 3/4 of it before she got the glass to her lips and swallow the rest.

Jessica knew that there was probably nothing wrong with the liquid but she had been taught better to be safe then sorry.

 

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Jessica stammered quickly, " I am sorry but I tend to be clumsy... Did nt I put that in my file."