In order to treat each subject in the same manner, and to keep the experiment objective, as introducing different types of men would obviously cause different types of responses, Mendelson invented the most perfect (patent number 4,505,706,407) fornication machine the world had ever known. PAN, as it was called, was not simply a mechanic Bos phallus; it was a multifarious apparatus. It hung from a large circular frame in a complex hammock that looked very much like some device used to train astronauts and cosmonauts, in which the female subject was eased into, strapped in certain places (although not impeding movement), and wired to a wall of computers that monitored responses. The process was not the type of activity normally respectable women would engage in and after millions of numbers in construction costs, the entire operation was almost abandoned because of lack of female volunteers. It was then that the medical agency came up with the economical, if not circumspect, idea to use nurses. Involvement in scientific research was mandatory for anyone entering into the medical sciences; however, the work of Dr. Mendelson was notoriously the favorite of most. Chosen at random, first year nursing students were required to undergo strict regimens of chastity and the avoidance of any sort of sexual stimulation, until they completed their tenure in Mendelson’s laboratory.
Mendelson himself had handpicked Joseph’s primary caregiver when he had seen her in a local cafeteria (of course the rumors abounded of the respectable doctor’s decisions on subjects, as well as certain reputed stories of his own sexual Napoleonisms of otherwise decent young women). She had no right to refuse, although later in life she would tell others that she’d campaigned fervently to be removed from the project before her first session.
In order to not infect the subject with outside influences, each woman was required to strip naked in an adjoining room, be cleansed of any body lotions, deodorants, or other epidermal pharmaceuticals and was then fitted with a sensory headdress that strapped over her eyes, blinding the subject, covered the nose with a gadget that had no smell, and sealed her mouth. A conveyor belt then led them into the machine room, where technicians monitored robot arms that inserted the subject into the mechanic hammock. Once placed in position, the woman was tested for benign responses, in order to rule out mental disorders or other contaminants that may cause false results. It was then time for Dr. Mendelson to experiment on them. Using a plethora of probes, quills, prods, lubes, suction cups, spoons, dabs, whispers, tubes, protuberances, juices, barbs, flanges, whiplets, plungers, fur and whistles, the machine began an elaborate stimulation program. In this way, the scientist could determine responses with technical accuracy. As the machine continued, the woman’s heart rate, breathing, perspiration, excretion of bodily fluids and audition were monitored.
Mendelson worked for seven years on the project, publishing preliminary results in scientific journals that indicated he was well on his way of discovering the perfect arrangement of arousal to incite rapture every single time. Joseph’s caregiver entered the program in its eighth year, when the machine had been perfected and Mendelson was confident he could make any subject bleat in exactly forty-five seconds. She had originally followed directly along with previous participants, within thirty seconds she was near, fifteen seconds later, she quivered, and the evidence collected. However, on her fourth venture in the machine, two lengthy minutes went by before she shuddered with joy and the scientists shook their heads, for it was the first time anyone had been able to handle the machine for that long since its first year, when it had not been calibrated yet for maximum gratification.
Unbeknownst to Mendelson and his team, the subject had begun experimenting on her own with a variety of devices that they, themselves, were unaware of. Being men, they had never imagined that there was a lucrative trade in the back of questionable magazines that sold female self-gratification devices. The experiment had perked the young nurse’s interest in the subject (little for scientific purposes and more for the new found pleasure it brought the otherwise innocent young woman). Mendelson, though, could not very well allow one subject to destroy his life’s work and in almost a maniacal fashion, he vowed that he would make this rogue nurse cum in forty-five seconds or destroy the machine. He tried twice more without results, but with positive progress. However, in order to get the subject down to one minute, he had been forced to increase the stimulation to dangerous levels and the nurse was so enraptured that attendants feared for her health. She had to be helped out of the apparatus by a specially designed, cold metal chair that would not stimulate her any further, as she was so exhausted and still tingling from the rapture that she could not move and had trouble breathing. Mendelson would not be won over though and demanded, through humiliating pleas and threats, that the work be continued on this obstinate subject.
Her final session then, proved to be disastrous for both the experiment and for the subject, as Mendelson had perceived of the point of no return and had exceeded it before the woman had even disrobed in the adjoining room. Unaware of the doctor’s obsession with her inability to exhale in forty-five seconds and having thoroughly enjoyed the last few sessions to such a degree that she herself could not focus on anything else but to get back in the hammock and have the systematic process begin again, not even the outside assistance she had employed gave her the pleasure she now required, she had thoroughly lubed herself and while the attendants were diverted, avoided the normal cleansing. These factors led to her reaching such an orgasm in the chair that she had a heart attack and went brain dead in a millisecond under forty-four seconds. The attendants were able to reanimate the subject, but she remained in a unique coma for several months afterwards.
Conventional doctors could not figure it out, she writhed like a woman in constant intercourse, pealed with ecstasy every minute of every hour and excreted love juices like a well-timed city pump. It wasn’t until they hooked her back up to the machine, for monitoring purposes only, that they realized that she was still experiencing the faint impulses injected in her during her last session and that she would probably continue to for the rest of her life. No surgery was able to cure her of the perpetual orgasm, and the nurse woke up from her coma with the howl of a woman fulfilled by the perfect climax.
It was Dr. Mendelson himself, after conceding defeat in Bern at the National Medical Conference, that invented an opposing apparatus to dull her senses and allow her to lead a somewhat normal life. The device was based upon the chair that they had devised to remove her from the machine and sent opposing impulses through her body the exact second before she was to experience orgasm.
So when Joseph had met her, as a flailing infant discarded by grieving parents, she was a wired cyborg of science fiction novels who always seemed at the point of bursting into ecstasy but never completed and was relegated to a hovering chair with a ventilator attached (he thought it was a jetpack for many years) so she could breath normally. She could never detach the mask over her face or remove the plastic finger covers with wires running down her arms, because she would immediately fall into excruciating ecstasy and be comatose, so Joseph had never actually touched the skin of his adopted mother.