Chapter One

 

The silence of the neat and well-furnished room that Alan Raymond used as a combined office and study was normally broken by the quiet tick of the ornamental wall clock on the far wall, but at the moment it was methodically chiming the hour of ten. As it concluded its melodious task the occupant laid aside his pen and rose from his seat at the large desk, to stretch himself before leaving the room. Of good medium height and quite powerful build, he carried his forty or so years well and his features were those of a rather younger man. The strong and shapely hands were not those of a manual labourer - they showed no callouses or scars and were well manicured.

He left the room and walked along a passage, then downstairs, humming to himself the while. The stairs ended and he walked on, coming to a seemingly blank wall but which, at the touch of an unobtrusive button, slid aside in the form of a concealed door, which swiftly closed behind him as he passed through. Further descent awaited him, this time in the form of quite a long flight of stone uncarpeted steps and at the bottom a stone walled and flag floored passage along which he paced. Yet another door was passed and he was now in a concrete-lined edifice, well underground and artificially but well lit. The subdued hum of air-conditioning ceaselessly pervaded the atmosphere.

His progression continued and he descended yet another flight of steps, to find himself in a passage on each side of which were several doors. Without hesitation he strode to the last door on the right and entered the room beyond. The scene which met his eyes was, by normal standards, unusual, to say the least.

The trio before him were rather mixed. The first was his partner, Inge von Bodensheim and the next was the institution's resident medical officer, the spare, grey-haired and brusque Fraulein Doktor Maria Ebersdorf. These two ladies were unexceptional in appearance by any normal standards, but the third was, to say the least, bizarre. A younger woman obviously, but completely masked in a black hood which concealed the whole head but for the mouth. A high-necked tunic down to little lower than the fork in unrelieved black leather was the only visible dress and the bare legs were sheathed to the knees in long black leather boots. At the waist this apparition carried a coiled whip with a short, thick handle and several feet of thin, plaited leather thong. Like the garments, this vicious tool was in unbroken black.

"Good morning, all," said Alan as he entered and was greeted by a chorus of replies. "Is our subject ready, Doctor?" he went on.

"Indeed, yes," replied Doctor Ebersdorf. "Mrs. Stanley has been awaiting your arrival for this last few minutes. Everything is ready for us to begin right away."

He turned to regard the fourth member of the party, who had not answered his greeting and was, in fact, in no condition to do so. Moira Stanley was completely naked, but this was only the first stage in her predicament. She stood with her hands shackled behind her back in a large glass open-ended tube set vertically in what had originally been a shower base. The tube was long enough to reach above the level of her head, so that she was completely enclosed within it. From the ceiling above a chain led to a harness which passed under her armpits, so that she could not fall down within it. A stout band like a gag enclosed the lower part of her face and from the area of the mouth emerged a flexible transparent, plastic tube which led away overhead. Alan noted that above the band her eyes stared fearfully; she trembled as she stood helplessly in her transparent prison.

"Good," he said, approvingly. "We night as well begin then."

Doctor Ebersdorf turned to the masked guard, for such it seemed to be.

"Turn on the water at a very low level, Gerda," she ordered and the masked girl moved to obey. She was standing close to a pipe clipped vertically to the wall and this carried a valve; slowly she turned the hand wheel just a little way. The trio turned to regard the helpless woman in the tube. It was obvious that the water was entering her mouth; they could see her start to swallow as the pressure built up. The victim squirmed in distress but she was quite helpless and she continued to swallow the cold water as it forced its way into her mouth.

Meanwhile Alan Raymond contemplated the naked Mrs. Stanley with approval. She was tall and long-legged, with a good and flawless body and lovely breasts. For a short while the trio watched the helpless prisoner without speaking; she continued to take in water and the internal pressure in her abdomen must have been becoming acute, but relief was imminent. Suddenly she wriggled and twisted more violently and after another moment or two the bursting pressure on her bladder was eased by the emission of a strong flow of urine.

The watchers dissolved into a burst of laughter.

"Good, very good indeed, so far," chuckled the Doctor. "It will be plain sailing for her now that her bladder has opened itself. Now it only remains for the water to pass through her in a continuous stream for the tube to be filled as high as we wish it to be."

The writhing beauty stopped urinating, but it was only a couple of minutes before she relieved herself again. This cycle occurred several times, with a progressively shorter period between each flow, so that she was soon passing water as continuously as it was entering her. Quite steadily now, the flow spurted from beneath her thighs and the level of the water at her bare feet began to rise. After a short while the feet themselves were submerged and slowly the water level crept up her legs.

"The water is very cold, of course, to get this straight through flow under way," murmured the Doctor. "And it helps to ensure its passage straight through her once the organs are fully opened."

Inge smiled. She had been silent since the 'operation' began, but had been enjoying the spectacle presented by the helpless nude as much as anyone. Now she spoke. "This punishment is new to me," she volunteered. "If the water is so cold and is passing through her so quickly, won't she be unbearably chilled as she stands in it before long, especially when it rises to her body."

"That would be very true, but, as you can see, we have implanted heaters in the cylinder," the Doctor replied. "These will heat the external water sufficiently to prevent the loss of vital bodily beat, while the cold water down the tube will continue to flow right through her. Once the water rises to her upper thighs we will switch on the heaters."

They stood for a while without further speech. The cold water passed through Moira Stanley in a slow but unrelieved trickle, emerging like normal urine from her crotch but quite clear and colourless and obviously barely warmed by its passage through her body. Slowly it crept up ... up to her knees and then above them ... up ... up her thighs were submerged now to mid-point ... up ... up ... the spurt from her shaven nick was now only just above the level of the rising flood.

"Gerda, switch on the heaters," commanded the doctor at this moment. With alacrity the masked girl obeyed; a switch-box was mounted on the electric conduit which paralleled the water pipe and she snapped down the little lever. "The heater thermostats have been set to around normal blood temperature," volunteered Doctor Ebersdorf. "So she will not be either hot or cold - the important thing is that she will not lose heat as her body is fully immersed."

The wretched, helpless nude was patently suffering; her eyes bulged despairingly as the humiliating and uncomfortable ordeal progressed. By now her loins were submerged. No longer was her emission splashing down into the rising flood; it was emerging underwater and was thus not so obvious.

Alan glanced at his watch and whistled in surprise. So engrossed had they been that over two hours had elapsed since the operation' had begun and the water had started to flow through the unwilling Mrs. Stanley. The trio still watched, patiently accepting that this experiment was a slow process. The water round the naked victim continued to ascend her trembling form. Now it was near her waist ... at her waist ... now it was rising above ... higher ... higher ... at last the tide reached the bottom of her luscious, quivering breasts...

At this point Alan spoke. "We'll let it cover her breasts and then halt the water flow," he determined. The others concurred. More impatiently now, the trio watched the slow rise of the water-level. Now it was up to the prominent nipples ... now these attractive portions were in their turn submerged by the rising tide. Seemingly more slowly than ever the upper globes were engulfed until after what seemed an eternity the last vestiges of the breasts vanished beneath the water in the cylinder.

Doctor Ebersdorf turned to Gerda. "Turn off the water completely," she ordered. "Now we'll just leave her like that until her organs get back to normal. We can have a quick lunch in the meantime and I suggest that we gather here in an hour's time to continue Mrs. Stanley's treatment."

The trio left together, leaving the naked and largely submerged form to its own limited devices...