Lady Van Helsing/Decide to stop the madness
From Create Your Own Story
"You are mad, Doctor. I cannot allow this experiment to continue," you say as you step out of the carriage after Drs Finks and Dexter. "And you, Philius, I can scarcely believe you would allow yourself to get caught up in something like this." You step forward and place yourself between the doctors and the building they were attempting to enter.
Dr Finks looks at you with a pleading gaze, with the desperate look of a man fearing for his soul. You suddenly realize that something is very wrong here, a realization that is confirmed as Dr Dexter steps forward and grips you by the throat.
"I'm afraid your permission has nothing to do with what will occur here," Dr Dexter says. His grip is like iron, his strength, superhuman. Your physical training should make you more than a match for any human man, and even give a vampire pause, but Dr Dexter holds you still by the throat without even the slightest hint of difficulty as you struggle and strike at him helplessly. You catch a glimpse of Dr Dexter's eyes for but a moment, and your gaze is instantly bound to his.
Your vision fades till there is nothing left but his eyes, which seem to swell till they engulf all that exists. Sensations begin run though your mind and body. You feel terror, agony, lust and arousal, all at once. You would scream, if you could make your body obey you. Your muscles twitch and spasm out of your control, wetness starting to drip from the slit between your legs and your nipples stand out against your top. "He's defiling my mind," you think to yourself, as the feelings intensify, "God help me, he's raping my soul." Your legs and arms curl, the spasms causing bruises from their intensity, as the agony and pleasure reaches a new height. As the sensations finally reach their climax your entire body spasms, your fluids gushing out soaking your undergarments in horrible parody of orgasm, and you mercifully black out.
You awaken, badly bruised, aching, and sitting in a puddle of your own arousal, your wrists and ankles tied, in a room filled with strange apparatus. You see a steam-powered dynamo, connected to a set of coils that hum and spark, which finally lead via thick cables into a strangely carved red crystal hanging above a surgical table. A hole has been cut in the roof, allowing you to see that it is almost noon. Upon the table lies a body wrapped in ancient silks, finely decorated with Egyptian hieroglyphs. Dr Dexter stands surveying the equipment. He turns to face you, and you close your eyes tightly, desperately trying to avoid a repeat of your previous experiences, though with disgust you realize that part of you wants him to do it again.
"You are awake. Good. Don't worry, little girl. I'm not going to hurt you again." He chuckles. "You are ever so fortunate to be here. She'll need a good snack once she awakens, and I'm afraid old Finks here won't be much good."
You turn, and see Dr Finks, curled up in a corner, rocking slightly. "I wanted to tell you but he wouldn't let me. He's not a man. He's not animal, vegetable, or mineral. He's not anything from here..." Dr Finks babbles.
You think you can work your arms loose before noon. A metal bar, likely left over from the construction of the equipment, lies within likely reach. You could probably get loose and smash something. Though you don't look forward to going up against Dexter again, you can't just let whatever it is he's doing continue, can you?
You decide to:
