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Ravished & Knocked Up By Frankenstein's Monster
(Deborah Cockram)

Pain.

Intense, agonizing pain. 

That's the one thing I was aware of. My world was dark, my mind groggy, but I felt pain.

From my shoulders mostly, but also from my wrists.

My eyes fluttered, then my mind snapped awake, my body shuddering, my heart pounding.

I was hanging, my arms stretched painfully overhead, wrists bound, my full body weight held by my shoulders and wrists.

And I was absolutely, stark naked!

I screamed, trying to wriggle, my feet kicking into thin air, trying to find something to press against.

But there was nothing. I was hanging, in the dark, naked. 

Just then I saw light from above, the door at the top of the stairs opening, the silhouette of Martin back-lit by light coming from the other room. I watched, in horror, as he repeated the ritual from earlier, lighting first one torch, then another, then another.

"Martin, please!" I cried.

He ignored me.

"Martin, don't do this, Let me down. I'll never say anything."

Nothing, as if I weren't there.

"Martin, what are you doing to me?"

Gradually, he's lite each torch, the flickering illumination casting the room in a frightening pale.

Finally, he stepped over to me. I was hanging from the ceiling, my feet maybe a foot from one of the tables.

The table with the tarp covering something.

I shuddered when Martin reached up, stroked his fingers along my leg.

"Oh, my beautiful, lovely Katherine," he said. "I've for so long wanted you."

Fuck, is he going to take me? After all these years, that's what he's going to do to me? That's what he sees me as, his sex slave?

"But, I could never touch you, never...well, that's one of the sacrifices I've made. Every great discovery requires sacrifice."

With that he steps back, grabbing the tarp, yanking it from the table.

My body shudders in revulsion. 

There's a body there. A man. 

Or I should say parts of a man, all sewn together. His head is big and squarish, with a prominent jaw, his hair shaved, electrodes dotting his head. He ??" that face ??" may have been good looking in life, may have belonged to a man who was pleasant to look at.

The shoulders were wide and square, the torso big and barrel-like, with arms sewn into the sockets, arms that even in death are rippling with muscle.

Same for the legs ??" thickly muscled, powerful legs, sewn to the torso.

And the cock. Lord fucking almighty, the cock is massive, more like a bull's cock.