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My editor gave the assignment. Follow up the led, find the good
doctor and see what he was up to. I knew it wouldn't be easy, but
I followed the led on him, got some information and in a few hours
and I was off to see if it were true.

I had heard about Dr. Fralich before. He was a little bit of a
nut, from what I knew. At age 18, he entered MIT. He was
brilliant, receiving his doctorate in science in only four years,
and graduating with honors.

I wasn't sure what he did after that, but a little more than ten
years later, he was in trouble. He had invented some kind of drug
that was a type of aphrodisiac. He was condemned by the medical
and scientific communities both. After that, he became reclusive,
eventually taking off and going into hiding four years ago, where
he was rumored to be inventing.

What I also heard was he had a real lustful heart, especially for
young ladies and kinky things. Someone has taking to nickname him
'Dr. Fetish' at MIT. No one really said what it was all about, but
I could see a pattern developing with him.

I decided that if I was going to meet up with the doctor, I had
better be on my best, both professionally and looking. If I looked
good to him, he might be more receptive to me and give me a few
lines. Four years in hiding must have given him blue ball by now.

I wore a short and sexy layered black skirt, white low cut blouse,
sheer pantyhose and spiked black heels. I also vamped up my hair
a little and brightened up my makeup. I looked like I was going
out to cover a hooker story rather than meet a professor. But I
was determined to get my story.

The part of town the address led me to was not very nice. Like
most of the surrounding ones, the building was old and run down,
looking quite abandoned. Most of the windows were either broken or
boarded up. I grabbed my camera, my pocket recorder, and my nerve,
and got out of the car.

The main door was a large steel one that wasn't going to budge.
Around back, I found a small locked wooden door. Picking the lock
was easy enough. It made a horrible creak when I entered and
closed it behind me.

The place was pretty dark. A little sunlight streamed in between
the boards and broken glass. The place was covered in dust and
cobwebs. There wasn't anything on the ground floor except junk, so
I went up to the second level.

My little flashlight gave me some comfort as I probed the old
rooms. The sounds of my heels clicking against the creaking wooden
floor echoed throughout the place. It was a little unnerving.
Finding nothing, I slowly moved on.

On the third floor, the place changed a bit. This level was more
office oriented and had less dust and dirt. At first, I didn't
notice, but when I did, I felt I was on to something. This floor
had several hallways and rooms. As I went down one long hall, I
thought I heard something. I turn to look, expecting to find a rat
or something.

Behind me, I saw it move. At first, I though it might be a dog,
from the size of it. But it was broad and low to the ground. It
began moving, and it seemed it's eyes were glowing. I shined my
light on it and froze in horror. I looked again because I couldn't
believe it.

It was a spider, but not like a tarantula or something. It was
huge, as big as a dog. It stood almost three feet high and over
four feet wide. It's black body must have gone seventy pounds.

It's legs started to move it towards me. I gasped, trying to get
my senses back. I didn't scream for I was to shocked to do so.
Finally, I turned and started running down the hall away from it.

I turned a corner and stopped to look behind me. Peeking around
the corner, I saw it was still coming, slowly moving down the hall.
I backed away and was about to start running again when my feet
tripped me and I fell backwards. But I didn't hit the floor.

Instead, I felt like I fell into a fishnet or a sheet or something
like it that was hanging from the ceiling to the floor. But I soon
realized that it wasn't a net, but rather what appeared to be a
huge spider web. The cords were sticky, and my back and one arm
were already stuck to it. I tried to free myself by pushing up
against it, but with a sew seconds, my other free arm was stuck to
it, as were my legs. Now I was hanging in the web, my feet off the
floor so the web was completely supporting the weight of my body.

I tried to get myself free, but it was too strong and sticky. The
cords wouldn't break and they felt like there was glue on them. My
mind only told me to get free, but I couldn't.

Then, it came around the corner. I stopped moving and stared at
it. For a few second, it didn't move, it just looked at me. I
fought the urge to struggle again. I once heard a spider will only
eat something that's fresh and alive. It won't eat a dead fly. I
thought that if I didn't move, it might think I was dead and go
away. I held my breath and prayed.

Whether I moved or that it wasn't fooled, it started moving again.
Now I finally screamed and fought as hard as I could. If I could
just get a leg free, I just might be able to kick it and fight it
off. But the sticky web held me firmly. I was trapped and it just
came closer and closer. I thought my life was over and just hoped
it's bite would be quick and deadly, not just paralysing so it
could devoured me alive.

It came up to me and raised up. I stopped moving and waited for the
end. But instead of driving fangs into me, a small nozzle came out
of it's mouth and a greenish gas shot out. Quickly, I felt sleepy
and with my last thought I wondered if my life was over.

I have no idea know how long I was out.

When I awoke, My head felt heavy and clogged. It took me a few
moments to clear my brain. I couldn't see very well at first.
When I tried to move my hands, I found I couldn't.

I was sitting on the concrete floor. My hands were above my head,
separated apart. Steel bands encircled my wrists and chains
connected them to the wall. My legs were bent at the knees and
almost under me. Around my ankles were more shackles, with a short
chain between them. I still had my cloths and shoes on, but two
buttons from my blouse had popped open, revealing my lace bra and
my skirt was halfway up my thighs. I must have been a real sight.
I pulled on the chains, but found them as unforgiving as the web.
I was trapped, but at least I was alive.

I looked around the room. It seemed like a prison cell. Three of
the walls were made of large blocks of stones. The forth was
concrete with a large metal door for access. The ceiling was made
of wood, but well out of my reach, even if I could stand. The room
was cool and felt damp. I realized I was in the basement of the
old building.

The only other things in the room were two other sets shackles on
the other stone walls, a single light handing from the ceiling and
a small camera over the doorway.

On the floor to my right, but out of reach were my camera and my
recorder, both intact. The tape from the recorder was out of the
unit and sitting on top of a large magnet. The camera was open and
the film had been pulled from the roll exposing it to the dim
light. I hadn't taken a picture yet, but someone had taken the
time to make sure I hadn't and wouldn't.

My purge was on my right, the contents dumped out. It all seemed to
be there except for my reporter ID. Everything else had been left
deliberately there to mock me, make me feel like I was really in
trouble. I already knew I was.

After a few minutes, I heard footsteps, then a key at the door. It
open and in stepped a man. He was around 35, tall at over 6'2" and
very thin. His hair was clean but messy and his beard was neat and
trim. He wore brown pants, a light blue dress shirt and a long
white lab coat. I knew I had just found Dr. Fralich, or rather, he
had found me.

"Well Miss Peters," he said. "It seems you've taken freedom of the
press pretty liberally. But you will find it doesn't carry much
weight around here."

I demanded to be freed, but he just smiled.

"You're in no position to demand anything. In fact, you're
position is to respond to my demands." he said.

Well, that set the tone for the rest of my visit. Then, he began
to lecture me.

"I got away from people like you, so I could be alone with my work.
Now, you break into my building and explore it like some kind of
mystery novel. Breaking and entering, trespassing, perhaps
attempted robbery. I should call the police."

"And you're kidnapping, and keeping me in false imprisonment. The
police would like to know about that too." I responded.

"I'm would only be detaining you until they arrive. Besides, you're
the one who in my building, remember. I'm sure your editor knows
what you're doing, so there collaboration, and a lawsuit against
your paper. Now, who would you think they will believe?"

He was right. I was in deep trouble, and he knew it. He had me on
all angles. Besides, what was I going to do, get up and walk away.
I had to go along with what he wanted, and hope to get out soon.

He asked me why I was here. I told him I wanted to do a story on
him. He asked about my sources, which I refused to give him. He
continued to ask questions, but I refuse to answer. Then, he smiled
and bent down next to me.

"Perhaps I need to force it out of you." he said softly.

"Never." I responded. That was my biggest mistake. Why I siad it,
I don't know. He pulled a hankerchef from his pants pocket and
shoved it into my mouth. Next, a roll of white tape came from his
coat pocket. He pulled off a strip and placed it over my lips,
impressively gagging me.

He freed my wrists and got me to my feet. Before I could move, he
moved my up against the wall and pressed himself against me to hold
me there. He forcefully pulled one hand behind my back and locked
a handcuff onto my wrist. He then smoothly got my other behind and
locked the free end. He was quite strong, despite his appearance
and had little trouble getting me secured. I felt completely
helpless and restrained.

I was then led out of the cell and taken to an old elevator. It
was hard walking with the shackles on my ankles. I had to take
short steps to keep from tripping and my high heels didn't help
matters much either.

We went up the dilapidated lift to the third floor. We went down
a long hall and rounded a corner. To my horror, there was the
spider again. I froze in my tracks and let out a muffled squeal.
The doctor just let out a hearty laugh. I must have been a real
site, handcuffed, legs shackled, mouth taped, eyes bulging with
fear. And how I was dressed. It should had been a scene from a
movie of the week.

"You like my pet." he said. "But you see, he's only a robot. He
keeps the locals out of the building, and snares the more curious
ones. And you found his bite is only a sleeping gas I developed."

We walked right past the creature and it's web. It turned out the
web I had fallen into was a substance he developed and was easily
dissolvable with a spray he also developed. The spider didn't move
as he opened a door and led me into his workshop/laboratory.

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Surprisingly, it was pretty modern. Though he couldn't afford the
latest in technology, it was fairly up to date. It was clean and
well lighted. He had a hi-tech computer set up in on corner and a
well stocked lab setup in another.

He took me over to a steal table at the far end of the room.
There, he picked me up and placed my on the table top. Quickly, he
had removed the cuffs, rolled me onto my back and pulled my hands
above my head.

He strapped my arms to the table with nylon straps at the wrist and
elbows. Next, my ankles were freed, spread apart and belted down
with more nylon straps at the ankles, knees and thighs. Another
strap went around my waist and one more went just above my breasts.
I was now spread eagle and helpless on his experiment table, unable
to move an inch. I now knew why he got the nickname 'Dr. Fetish'.

He left the room for several minutes. I tried to free myself but
to no prevail. It was very ingenious how he had secured me. The
straps went through slots in the table and buckled underneath so
there was nothing to work with to free myself.

He returned and made sure I was still secured. Then, he went over
to his lab table and got out a small vile and a syringe. He drew
a small amount into the needle and put the vile back. He then let
the air out and walked over to me.

"This will help the situation." he said as he inserted the needle
into a vein and pushed the plunger down.

At first, I thought it was something like sodium pentothal. But it
turned out to be something different. He put the syringe down and
pickup a pair of scissors. He pushed my skirt up to my waist and
clipped an opening in my pantyhose.

Finished, he came next to me and finished unbuttoning my blouse and
pulled it open. He smiled at me as he pulled my bra away, exposing
my breasts to his groping hands. Strangely, my nipples were getting
hard and myself getting warm and moist between my legs.

"You're a very pretty lady." he said to me softly. "I'm going to
get you to tell me everything, and at the same time, give you the
best sexual experience of your life."

Strangely, I was getting horny. It was then that I realized that
he had injected me with the aphrodisiac he had developed years ago.
It worked, very well too, for I was starting to get very excited.

"This will give me an opportunity to fully test out some of my
newest inventions." he said. "I hope to be getting patten on them
soon, so they can go to market."

First, he pulled out two large cups that looked like a grapefruit
cut in half. Attached to each were a clear plastic hose and a set
of wires. These he placed over my breasts. I felt something touch
lightly against my nipples. There must have been some kind of wax
or something on them, for they seemed to stick to my skin.

He flipped a switch and turned it on. I heard a pump turn on and
I felt a very strange sensation on me chest. The cups has some
kind of vacumn activated motion attached, for it felt like a pair
of hands were gently kneading them. There was also a light
brushing against my erect nipples, which had the same feeling as
someone's tongue lightly flicking against them. I let out a soft
moan, which surprised me and pleased the doctor.

Next, he pulled out a strange looking device. It had a small tube
on it and something that looked like a rubber tab. There was a
wire attached to it as well. He placed the device between my legs
and gently inserted the tube past my pantyhose and into me. The
rubber tab rested against my clit.

He flipped a switch and turned a knob. The tab against my clit
began to lightly move and vibrate against me, the feeling was again
like a tongue. From the tube, something like a dildo slowly pushed
inside me, then pulled back. I remember gasping, for it felt
wonderful. It felt just like a man's penis slowly entering me and
then pulling back.

By now, I was really getting into his toys. It felt like there
were several men simultaneously having sex with me. I let out long
deep moans as each device slowly brought me closer to an orgasm.

As the moments went by, the piston started moving faster and
somewhat deeper into me. The flicking on my nipples and clit went
slightly faster too. The dildo started to move around inside me,
adding to the pleasure. The devices brought me within inches of
having and orgasm. I thrashed around on the table as much as the
restraints would let me. I wanted to come so bad, but I just
couldn't. He kept me like this for what seemed like an eternity.

He pulled the tape from my face and removed the hanky. He told me
to tell him my sources. I was so deep into this that I barely
heard him. He said that if I tell him, he'd let me orgasm. I told
him, begging him to let me release.

The pumping got faster and the flicking got better. I released my
orgasm, almost screaming at the pleasure. I never had a better or
more fulfilling orgasm in my life. It seemed to go on forever.

After I finished, the devices slowed down. I laid limp on the
table, softly moaning to myself.

"Since you were a good girl and told me what I wanted, I will now
let you have another orgasm."

Though I though it impossible at the moment, I was still aroused.
He placed the hanky back into my mouth and placed a new piece of
tape over my lips. The toy started their magic again and within a
few minutes, I was again squirming around, wanting to come again.

As he kept me deprived of needed relief, I looked over to see that
he was sitting on a stool and had taken his penis out from his
pants. He had spread some kind of jelly on himself and was
masturbating himself as he watch me.

I don't know how long he kept me like this, but it seemed like
forever. He stroked his penis in what seemed like rythem with the
piston sliding inside me. Then, when he seemed ready, he turned
the machines up and started to masturbate faster, letting out
grunts of his own.

I finally climaxed, even stronger than I did before. At the same
time, he released his sperm, shooting it all over the floor. He
had timed the toys and himself so we would orgasm at the same time.
For him, his fantasy was having sex with me but without having sex
with me by letting the devices to the work.

After the turned his toys off and cleaned himself up, he removed
the devices and freed me from the table. We wouldn't let me take
the tape from my face, but did allow me to button up myself and
pull my skirt down. Then, he placed the handcuffs back on my
wrists behind my back. We went to the elevator and he took us
down. I was worried I was going back to the basement, but he
stopped the lift on the first floor.

He led me to the door. There, he advised me to tell no one about
him, this place, his inventions or any of this, and warned me that
if I did or if I ever returned, I would receive more of the same.
I nodded in agreement and he removed my gag. He asked for a kiss
on the cheek. I did as he asked and he removed the cuffs, unlocked
the door, gave me my purse and let me go.

I went to my car and found my camera and recorder in the car. As
I drove back to my apartment, I realized I could never tell anyone
this story, especially the papers. Who would believe it?

The following day, I reported back to my editor that the led was a
dead end and that there was no evidence of the doctor begin
anywhere in town. Though he wasn't very happy, he told me to drop
the story and get on with a new assignment.

That night, there was an unmarked envelope in my mail box. In it,
were several photographs and a letter. The letter was from the
doctor an stated that these was his insurance that I wouldn't
return or tell anyone.

The photographs were of me, at different time of my imprissionment
at the warehouse. There was one of my hstruggling in the net,
another chained in the stone cell and several of me on the table in
various states of arousement. One of them must have been taken
when I was comming.

As far as I know, no one else will be looking for him. He should
remain as distant as he pleases for a long as he wants.

As for me, all I have is this story to write. I doubt anyone will
believe it. Sometimes, I wonder if it really did happen, the the
photos prove it did. I hope my editor won't somehow read it, for
he'll want a fill explanation.

But the doctor was right. He did give me the best sexual
experience of my life. I think about what the devices did to me,
and how they might be improved. I thought about having something
in my mouth, like I'm giving a man oral sex while the other toys
tease me. Sometimes, I think about returning to the old building
and hope he will repeat his testing on me. I plan to at least
drive by there tonight, maybe even going in again. Only this time,
I hope to spend hours strapped to his table as he works his magic
on me.

Maybe I'll even take this artical with me, just to let him know how
much this had effected me.