Siren awoke with a start as Dr. Sisaro held a vial of smelling salts under her nose. She jerked against the straps holding her once more to the table, surprised to find herself completely naked.
“Welcome back, Siren. It took some doing, but I was able to solve your sticky situation.” Dr. sisal held out a glob of the slime, thick rivets of goo dangling between his fingers. He pivoted, suddenly hurling the glob as the wall, where it stuck with a splat. He showed Siren his hand, clean, with not a speck of the slime stuck to it.
Siren watched, wide eyed. There was something in her mouth, another gag. A quick glance down her face revealed a tight latex mask hugging her lower face, and she could feel the thick protrusion of the gag parting her lips and filling her mouth. The condition of her face under the mask worried her, but besides feeling hot and smashed by the tight gag, she didn’t feel like her skin was irreparably damaged. She supposed waking up gagged was better than waking up with her mouth covered in bandages.
“A strong electrical current can change the molecular structure of the slime, making it lose its strong adhesive properties temporarily. I considered making you more conductive to electricity, but it seemed impractical, so I whipped up something to help you preemptively combat the viscous property of the slime.”
She supposed she should be grateful that he found the idea of turning her into a human lightning rod “impractical.”
He held up a plain white spray can, setting it counter next to her. “It’s basically PAM, but I wouldn’t recommend using it for cooking. And don’t get it in your eyes. Or breathe it in; that could be bad too. You don’t seem to be pregnant or nursing, but I wouldn’t use it near anyone who is, either.”
Suddenly, human lightning rod didn’t sound so bad.
“It’s simple really, just coat yourself in the spray, and nothing will be able to stick to you. The next time you come across Slimeball, you should have no problem taking him on.
“Now,” Dr. Sisaro continued. “I’d ask you to bring him to me before turning him in to the police, but I already know you won’t. Which still leaves the matter of payment for my services.”
Siren tugged on her restraints. There was no give. “I’m not unreasonable, I just want a few samples, to better understand that power of yours. Normally I get verbal consent from my subjects, but I can’t have you just telling me to let you go without giving me something in return. You understand.”
She wondered if the “subjects” allowed to give verbal consent were also strapped naked to an exam table.
“A simple nod will do, and then I’ll take what I need and you can be on your way with the spray to go back to cleaning up your streets or whatever it is that you do.”
And if she refused? What then? She stared at him, her chest rising and falling under the tight strap as she took slow, regulated breaths, trying to gauge the mad doctor. He hadn’t even told her what type of samples he wanted. Probably blood, but you couldn’t assume with Dr. Sisaro.
“No? No matter, I’ll give you more time to decide,” he gave a slight shrug, turning and exiting the room, shutting the door behind him.
Siren craned her neck, looking around the room. There was no clock, no window. She had no idea what time it was, no clue how long she had been unconscious. She’d missed school today for sure, and was likely to get fired. She looked around again, hunting her costume and her belt, specifically her phone, wondering if Dr. Sisaro had removed the goo from it as well, but they were nowhere to be seen. Not that she could do anything with it until Dr. Sisaro released her, and the electricity had more than likely fried her phone anyways, she thought glumly.
She had dozed off again when Dr. Sisaro returned, the sound of the door opening jarring her awake again.
“It’s good that you waited,” he said excitedly. “I had noticed that the slime has a unique radioactive signature. Not harmful in small doses, but unique enough to track.” He held up a small black scanner looking device. “With this, you should be able to track your quarry down. “It can pick up the slime within a radius of 4.63 kilometers.”
This was intriguing. Not that she had any idea how far 4.63 kilometers was, but she could now track Slimeball and be basically immune to his slime, and all she had to do was nod.
“So, do I have your consent, Siren?” he asked, setting the scanner next to the spray can.
She wouldn’t be the first hero or heroine to pay Dr. Sisaro’s price for his services. To the best of her knowledge, he’d never killed anyone, and was a man of his word, no matter how twisted that word was.
“Don’t think that if you delay again I will sweeten the pot again. After this I’ll start taking things back. I’m a busy man you know, I don’t have all day.”
She had a horrible vision of him coating her in the slime again and then kicking her out, leaving her with the task of electrocuting herself again to get it off.
“Still no?” he asked as she remained silent, unable to bring herself to just nod her head. “Have it your way,” he said, turning back to the door, picking up the scanner and tucking it into his lab coat pocket.
“MMM!” she cried, suddenly desperate to get his attention.
Dr. Sisaro looked back over his shoulder, a grin spreading across his pale lips. “You have a change of heart?”
She nodded rapidly.
“Do you consent to let me take my samples?”
She nodded again.
His smile widened with barely contained excitement. “Thank you,” he said, putting the scanner back on the counter. “Let’s get started.”
Siren threw her head back, staring fixedly at the ceiling, just wanting it to be over. She couldn’t help but watch out of the corner of her eye as Dr. Sisaro produced a large needle and empty vial. She felt the cold brush of an alcohol swab on the inside of her arm, and the pinch of the needle as Dr. Sisaro began to drain her blood.
He filled the vial, and instead of pulling out the needle as she expected, he inserted another vial, filling four more before he finally finished. She was feeling a little lightheaded, between the lack of sleep, the electrocution, and now the blood loss, she was practically swooning.
He extracted the needle, taping a glaze pad over the spot before taking the vials to the counter and meticulously labeling them.
He returned carrying a long rubber tube attached to a clear bag. She eyed him warily, unsure of his intent. As he stood over her waist, the devices purpose became clear, she struggled in her restraints, shaking her head, moaning in protest.
“It’s too late for that,” he said. She cringed as she felt his fingers spread her labia, and the uncomfortable bite as the catheter was inserted into her urethra.
He couldn’t have just told her to pee in a goddamn cup? She shifted uncomfortably, trying to adjust to the foreign invader as her bladder was drained for her into the waiting bag.
She winced as the catheter was removed and Dr. Sisaro took away the bag. “You’ll forgive me, but I’ll wait until it’s safe to remove your gag to collect a saliva sample. In the meantime, I need to take one more fluid sample from you.”
What other fluid could he take? At least he wasn’t trying to get a stool sample.
Siren’s eyes bugged out when she saw his latest device. It was unlike any one she’d ever seen before, but the black and chrome device’s function was quite clear. She knew a vibrator when she saw one.
She shook her head furiously, protesting mutely into her gag. This was not what she’d consented to. Not at all.
“Relax. Unless of course struggling helps you, that is. Trust that I take no sexual pleasure in this, this is purely in the interest of science,” he said, hitting a switch on the side of the device, the object buzzing to life in his hand.
Siren fought her bonds, knowing it was useless, but she had to try. All she succeeded in doing was wearing herself out, leaving her panting on the table through her nose as Dr. Sisaro pressed the vibrator between her legs.
Looking at him, Siren had no doubt in her mind that he meant it when he said it was purely science that motivated his actions, but his twisted smile told her that he was enjoying deriving a pleasure from that aspect greater than most would find if it was sexual. In a way, it was worse. She was a lab rat, a guinea pig, subjected to inhumane experiments for some psycho’s pursuit of scientific discovery.
A low moan of unwanted pleasure escaped her gagged mouth. Rationally, she knew it would be better to just succumb to the pleasing vibrations as Dr. Sisaro stimulated her clit, but she couldn’t bring herself to do that, fighting the warm sensations rolling through her.
Her resistance, like everything else, was futile. Soon she was panting again, rolling her hips as much as her restraints would allow, moaning as she approached climax. She wanted to fight, to resist, but she was so tired, so weak, and it felt so, so good.
Siren bucked against the restraints, screaming into her gag as a climax tore through her. Dr. Sisaro was waiting with a beaker between her legs, scooping up her juices as she came.
“Almost done,” Dr. Sisaro said, switching off the vibrator and taking it and the beaker away.
She tried to focus, resuming her angry glaring, wondering what other indignities she was to suffer. He returned with a gas tank and a mask, which he strapped over her face. Oh right, the saliva sample. He twisted a valve on the tank and there was a faint hiss as gas flooded into the mask.
She watched as he sealed and labeled her latest “sample,” mumbling softly into her gag as the gas took its effect. She blinked sleepily; her exhausted body succumbing to the soporific fumes quickly. She shut her eyes, unable to muster the strength or will to open her eyes again, and soon she was unconscious.