While that was happening, another woman was suffering a similar fate, but this time it was at her insistence and only for a few hours instead of a whole day. Detective Salvatore lay in the darkness, her body also bound with ropes and, oddly enough, exactly the same brand and model vibrator tormenting her as Darlene had. At first, it had been quite pleasant. She welcomed the erotic stimulus and allowed her body to proceed as it wanted to. Within five minutes, she was into the first orgasm, precursors of many to come.

Upstairs, in his office, Doctor Landon was cursing himself for not putting in place more controls on the experiment, such as a video feed so he could watch, he started for the door a dozen times but halted with his hand on the knob. The detective would be angry with him if he cut short the experiment before she wanted. On the other hand, if she was suffering, maybe she would be ever so grateful that he truncated it. Finally, he told himself that the drug was perfectly safe and it was only for a few hours. She would be fine. Right. That second victim, Mary Niemann, had endured about eight hours and recovered. So six hours was not all that long. Then he chided himself for allowing her to extend the time to six hours. He should have maintained it at the original two.

On and on went his mental debate, accompanied by a definitely sexual excitement along with nervousness.

When finally the clock hands crawled to the right position and he hurried out the door and down the elevator. He fumbled with the key to unlock the lab door, partly out of worry about what he would find, but also because he was excited to see that lovely body all nicely bound and helpless.

He could hear the vibrator humming as he reached in for the light switch, but nothing else. At least she was not moaning or screaming. Flicking the switch he beheld exactly what he expected to: a wonderfully naked woman tied exactly as he had left her, still gagged and still delightfully helpless. Looking down at her, he noted several facts. One, her eyes were closed. She was still breathing - thank heaven for that. Her nipples were rigid. He had to wonder if they had remained that way for the full time. He watched as those magnificent breasts rose and fell, and had to resist the urge to reach out and touch them. He was getting a hard-on again just looking at her.

There is a smell that women give off when they are in heat. It was strong in the room.

Her body was fine - no, more than fine: perfect! But was her mind still okay?

"Detective Salvatore? Can you hear me?"

Slowly her eyes opened. She seemed to have trouble focusing on him. She nodded slowly. Only then did he remember that she was quite effective gagged and could not speak. He switched off the vibrator, noting as he did that it was quite warm. Been working its little heart out. "Are you okay?" he asked, trying not to sound nervous as he began pulling the duct tape off.

She made a small sound through her nose and then closed her eyes again. He thought he felt a small tremor race through her body. Then the tape was off and he was pulling the cloth gag out of her mouth. Her eyes opened again and a sort of half smile tugged at her lips.

"Damn! That was a trip!" she muttered. Her whole body gave a shake as if a jolt of electricity had run through her.

"Are you okay?" he repeated.

"Hell, yes! I feel just fine. Worn out, but fine."

A strong sense of relief flooded over him as he began to work at the knots on the ropes.

"No ill effects at all?" he asked.

"Not really." Her speech was slow and a bit slurred. "I feel like I've run a Marathon.

Damned, I'm tired."