I had not, of course, told this to Elizabeth as yet. I think in the back of my mind I planned that we would wed in June and honeymoon later. I felt certain I could make her see things from my position. She could move to Oxford and live off-campus. But if we had not as yet wed, the impropriety of that would be obvious. She must stay with my parents until I finished school. Delaying the wedding would be a better answer, though, all the way around.
All the way but in one instance. Elizabeth. I did not wish to distress her further. The long wait for consummation of our love on a most basic level would be extended. And while my invention occupied her, she was honest enough to convey its limitations. Had I not experienced M. Krempe's machine, I might not have known what Elizabeth meant. And yet now all was clear to me. I could not allow her to suffer with inferior equipment when I had the means at my disposal to create something superior.
I wrote to her immediately and told her the reasons why the wedding must be delayed. I also promised to send her something which would make it up to her until that night when my own member could impale her for the first time and possess her completely.
Chapter Twenty
The idea came to me in a dream. I expect I'd derived the dream material from real-life events. Wherever this notion stemmed from, actualized it was to be both a blessing and a curse. At the time, though, I was single-minded, in that I felt I must respond to Elizabeth's crying need in short order. And in fact, this invention would kill two birds with one stone, as the British say: I would prove myself to both Elizabeth and M. Krempe.
My friend Henry Cherval arrived for an extended visit, which turned out to be fortuitous. I needed more hands than my own to build what I had envisioned.
When I first told Henry of my intention, rather than being a nay-sayer, he virtually jumped with joy. "Victor, you truly are a madman, but one in tune with my own madness. Of course I shall help you build this. I would be a fool to miss out on such an adventure."My other conspirator was, of course, M. Krempe. I knew that my professor had skills and knowledge which I myself did not yet possess. However, I approached him carefully. Our experiments had been along the mechanical lines. What I was endeavouring to create would, if I were successful, put his own inventions to shame; by comparison they would seem primitive and coarse. Egos were at stake here and, as he was master and I the student, I must tread gently.
As it turned out, I had little cause to worry. M. Krempe readily agreed to help me and, in the end, I found his efforts invaluable.
Prior to that time, the professor had derived all his dissection subjects from the local crypts and mortuaries. He studied human anatomy, then transposed these structures onto mechanical parts, attempting to recreate within metal what had heretofore been human. The corpses he retrieved, when living, had been base creatures, many felons of the worst sort, derided by society as being sub-human. The professor quickly informed me that for my undertaking, fresh corpses would be required, and nothing but. This I knew, yet did not have a clue as to how to obtain them.
"You are trying to do what is nearly impossible, and to accomplish that you must have the best ingredients in your mix," he reminded me. "A fresh body will provide skin and organs which have not yet begun the decomposition process. The fresher the better."
All well and good, but how could we obtain such bodies? That was our dilemma.
The gallows was our answer, that and ice. For it occurred to me that packing human parts in ice was a way of delaying the decomposition process. A recent invention in society —the ice box —had made us familiar with keeping large blocks of ice on hand. Since meat, the muscle of animals, was kept fresh for days at a time in this manner, why not human meat?
M. Krempe had already used ice as a retardant himself, and agreed that the preservation of bodies on a large scale would best be accomplished in that way. The other ingredient for our experiment —fresh corpses —was more of a problem.
As it turned out, Henry's new eye was just the ticket. He formed a scheme to bribe the undertakers. Those pathetic souls who had committed crimes against mankind that resulted in their death by hanging were to be brought straight to M. Krempe's laboratory, rather than the funeral parlor for preparation for a pauper's burial. We soon had our first corpse and began work in earnest.
Creating a human being is no easy task. We worked night and day. While Henry had neither the knowledge nor the skill to be useful in either the conceptual or practical aspects, he was good for the heavy labor.
I recall that first corpse in particular, a male of twenty, a strapping lad with a mop of red hair, had to be carried in from the foray. Henry devised a dolly of sorts which made the process simple, for we wished that the corpses be held uprights, to forestall blood congealing along the trunk. Upright meant that the blood would drain to the feet, which were expendable, at least for the present. I appreciated Henry's contribution incredibly.
As executions in this part of England were rare, work progressed much slower than I wanted it to. Indeed, our subjects were often decrepit and diseased, none of which would do. Still, they proved excellent for experimentation. There were many things which needed to be done again and again, until we had it right. Sewing, for one, stitching fine enough that the connections made were neigh on invisible. And the parts from one corpse might not fit as easily into the framework of another, for we could not use all from one, but were forced by time and circumstances to mix and match.
Finally, a stroke of luck came our way. I was grateful for it, as we had nearly reached June, and I knew from Elizabeth's letters that she was less and less enthraled with the spanking machine. And I could not fault her. The design was poor and, now that I knew better, wanting.
Towards the last weekend in May, an execution was scheduled to take place in a town not far from the university. As luck would have it, several large blocks of ice had been delivered that morning. Henry volunteered to take a cart with the ice in tow and make a deal with the morticians.
M. Krempe and I waited in nervous anxiety, for what we had heard about the corpses to be hung by the neck until dead was exciting: they were twins, evil to the core, who had committed a series of crimes that had led them to the rope.
When Henry returned, it was well after sunset. His face was set as he climbed down from the wagon, his eyes dull.
"What? Were you unable to get them?" I asked, the disappointment growing heavy within me.
His face broke into a boyish grin as he pulled the canvas from the back.
Standing upright, encased in blocks of ice were two beauties. But if they were twins, they were of the fraternal variety, for they did not really resemble one another in major ways, although I could not see the details through the blurry ice.
Together we hauled them into the lab. While we chipped away at the ice which had adhered to their skin, M. Krempe entered.
"Well, indeed, we have fine subjects to work with. This is not what I expected. They are far more attractive and will produce a fine result. I think the time has come that our testing must end and the real project begin."
I looked at him stunned. Of course, he was right, and yet I wondered if we yet had the skill. I voiced my concerns, perhaps a bit too gruffly. "Sir, if we fail, we shall destroy two excellent subjects. Should we not continue our trials and errors, keeping these divine creature frozen until we are certain of what we are doing? After all, the heart is the major problem we've encountered, and I, for one, am not certain we are ready to transplant one."
My professor's face turned dark. He reached for the leather strap. I had not felt its impact since the night I'd spent with his machine. Seeing it brought back to me all the pain and pleasure of that evening when I was utterly helpless before it's constant attention. Of course, I knew he would not send me down to the clock-works for a strapping —we could not afford the delay. Still, he had a more diabolical plan in mind to make me see things his way.
"Down with your trousers, Herr Frankenstein." I glanced at Henry, who was all smiles. Ther
e was nothing for it but to do as instructed. I could not risk a falling out with the professor now. After all, I needed his laboratory and his equipment, to say nothing of his experience and skill. And Elizabeth was waiting.
I dropped my pants and stood before the two men naked from the waist down. My fellow was at half mast, and their scrutiny encouraged him.
M. Krempe place a block of ice on the floor. With the ice pick, he gouged a long hole in the frozen water, then said, "You will lie with your cock on the block. Now, sir!"
I did as he instructed. The ice cooled my genitals quickly pained me in a burning way. My cock and balls lay there in the groove made for them, getting the brunt of the freezing, until they were nearly numb.
I watched M. Krempe hand the strap to Henry. "You will give him one hundred on the ass."
Henry took the strap eagerly, for I knew that since his arrival on campus, he had enjoyed neither giving nor especially receiving —his favorite activity —of a thrashing.
Henry began work at once in his direct and down-to-earth manner, laying the thick heavy black leather firmly across my ass. I jumped and buckled beneath it, soon allowing the tears to pour from my eyes. Beneath me, my cock and balls felt frozen, the former in an erect position, the latter high and tight. The sensations there were non-existent, leaving me only the painful burning on my bottom, with no refreshing excitement in my groin to compensate. And because Henry was a strong fellow, and no doubt had learned well at the hand of Gilles, I received more than I bargained for.
The fact that I could not feel aroused in my genitals made this strapping utterly painful. I heard M. Krempe say, "Fifty," and could not believe we were only half finished. How could I take fifty more?
But take them I did, until my ass felt torn open, as though Henry were strapping raw muscle and not skin.
When the punishment had ended, M. Krempe had me kneel before Henry's crotch. Henry at once opened his fly and removed his thick penis, hard and pulsing. Immediately I did as ordered and took the length into my mouth until the head slid down my throat. The taste of him was pure manliness, salty, tart. I let my throat open and he jammed in further. I became aware only of that marvellously thick cock feeding me, and the pulsing pain in my ass.
All the while the feeling was returning to my cock and balls. A horrible pins and needles as blood flowed into this area from which it has so recently retreated. The stabbing of the little pricks on my large one were excruciating. Yet it made me suck harder on Henry, for the comfort his enormous cock provided me. And, for some reason, my cock swelled, rather than shrank beneath the pain.
All of a sudden, behind me, a large smooth sliver of ice was shoved up between my scorched cheeks, past my anus and into my rectum. My body convulsed. Henry shot jism into my mouth. My own cock braved the pain and shot into the air. My rectum spasmed.
I stay there, kneeling on the floor, feeling contrite. My ass blazed, my rectum was frozen, my balls and cock still stinging from the returning sensation. I licked my lips, savoring Henry's juices, and thought about what M. Krempe was proposing.
"Of course you are correct," I finally admitted to him humbly. "It was my fear only that kept me from wishing to plo ahead. We must try now, else we should forever be stuck experimenting, the curse of the dry old university researchers."
M. Krempe nodded. He hung the strap back on the wall and turned to Henry. "Take care that you keep these beauties upright, to insure the blood drains to their feet. You will find meat hooks in the basement, hanging by chains from the rafters. It is cool enough down there that the ice will not melt for several days. By then we should be finished our preparatory work."
He looked at me as I pulled the rough fabric of my trousers over my sore bottom and stinging genitals. "In the meantime, Victor and I shall plan on how we will proceed. We must draw sketches which will represent the result we are aiming for. We must also outline how we should begin, and who will do what."
Henry pulled the dolly with the two corpses encased in ice to the door and down the narrow cellar steps. We could hear him cursing the tight space, but from the sounds I imagined he was nearly to the cellar. M. Krempe had a peculiar look on his face.
"Victor, begin the outline, if you please. I shall return shortly. We shall not need Henry's services until tomorrow evening and I suspect he is in need of a change, which will restore him as well as a rest could."
He took the strap again from the peg and headed down the stairs.
I began listing how we should proceed, and which spare parts and organs we had on hand, in the event we needed replacements. From the open cellar door I heard the tick-tock begin, and soon thereafter Henry's sobs of pain and joy, interspersed with the slap of leather on flesh.
Within moments M. Krempe returned and closed the door to the basement, drowning out all sound. Still, though, I could imagine it very well indeed. And where my brain fell short, my hot bottom continued to feed me memories of that strapping from the relentless mechanical hand.
Chapter Twenty-One
With the preliminaries out of the way, we began work on the bodies. The twins were in their late twenties, a perfect age physiologically, and attractive. The dark-haired, beautiful female was as tall as her brother, far taller than most men. The male was handsome, with red hair and a fair complexion. Both had pleasing torsos. The girl's hips were rounder and her breasts possessed a fullness to them which excited, even in her icy coffin. The brother had broad shoulders, and an enormous cock, caught in erection at the moment of death.
We began with the female's body, which was less scarred than the male's, adding organs from the male which seemed in better shape, keeping those that were healthy and which rightfully belonged to her when we could. A spleen in stock, belonging to neither of them, seemed fresher, and we used that. As well, the hanging ropes had damaged the hypothalamus, the more primitive part of the brain located at the stem, in both twins. We were forced to use that brain part of another, although I do not recall the corpse from which it was derived. This worked, with the inclusion of a metal plate at the base of the brain —M. Krempe's specialty.
Besides this alterations, we stuck with our two subjects. Our aim was to create a being that had the best chance of survival.
Along the way, the professor and I ran into another dispute. Although the creature we were endeavouring to create was of my design, and to my specifications, he was adamant that I expand my original concept. At first I did not see things his way. A session in the basement with the mechanical arm that could not be stayed helped open my mind and heart and I began to see that the professor was right once again: we should create not just a replica but a superior being.
The work went well and quickly, with three sets of hands seeing to the variety of the tasks involved. At times the minuteness of the parts posed a problem. And again, some of the finer sewing —I felt clumsy.
There were, of course, mishaps. While working on the eyes, Henry accidently gouged one. This forced us to take an eye from each. To my horror I discovered they were of different shades. The dark-haired girl used as our base had blue eyes, the red-haired male brown. At first this odd combination made me uncomfortable, but as M. Krempe pointed out, we were doing what had not been done before. We wanted a being that would not look like any other.
Added to this was the devastating discovery that when the professor's idea for the superior being was carried out, we ended up with a red-haired crotch. It was that or replace the entire pelvis, which would have been more time and trouble and may not have worked esthetically.
What we ended up with was essentially a woman with dark hair on her head, and red hair on her Venus mons. Of course, bowing to the professor's superior arguments, the red hairs had a cock and balls planted in their midst as well. Internally we had implanted the tubing and sacks necessary for this being to function properly in its capacity as a male as well as a female.
It made for a peculiar yet arousing look. By the time we had finished the mixing and matching p
atchwork, we had before us a striking hermaphrodite.
It was now time for the most crucial phase to begin. We were ready to bring our frozen being to life.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Timing was everything. We had to coordinate two very unpredictable events: the occurrence of a thunderstorm, and the melting of ice.
The barometer outside the dwelling which housed M. Krempe's laboratory indicated to us that the pressure was rising. This was good. We all felt the approach of the storm. In lieu of its arrival, we brought our frozen vixen up from the cool basement where she had been stored in her ice sarcophagus. We had naturally begun talking about her as 'she', perhaps because of the face, although that was not a very scientific stance, as the professor was quick to point out. She was composed of the female parts, it was true, but also those of her male twin, plus bits and pieces from the cadavers of strangers. And then there was the metal plate at the base of her brain. Still, we mere humans do tend to personify, and whatever our creation was, she became a 'she' to us.
The ice was melting nicely, on schedule with what we felt was a general stifling of the air, and intense humidity.
We brought Crea, for this is the name Henry came up with, and one which suited our new being better than the awful name of creature, out to the woods behind the house. The ice surrounding her was now just a thin coating, allowing a good view of her lovely face, with those startling eyes of different colors. She was naked, exposing the buttocks, breasts and vulva of a woman, and the broad shoulders and enormous penis and testicles we'd severed from the brother, who, apparently, had been a renowned fighter who had fought one too many rounds. Strangers had contributed the odd internal organ, and the feet, for the blood congealing there had ruined those of the twins. The stitching was nearly invisible, although on either side of the throat one could see sutures from the large opening where the professor and I had installed the metal disc in back.
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