"Ah Mr Jack Strife, alone together", a male voice chatted, "I'm professor
Hojo and I don't think I need an introduction". Hojo stood before a
struggling blond male; naked as the day he was born with a sash over his
mouth. Mr Strife was attempting to break the chunky black leather
restraints on a minimalist metal table. "And how are we today, hm?"
enquired Hojo, "ah but your gagged. Silly me". Hojo rocked on his heels
with his hands behind his back watching the panicking eyes of the middle-
aged man before him.
The scientist snapped out of his short trance, "Where are my manners? No, no need for witty comebacks, as you can see I have practised this little talk before" the younger man gushed reassuringly. "Welcome to my surgery!" he said with a flourish throwing up his hands to emphasise the point.
The scientist turned surgeon grabbed the blond's head and forced it to look at him. "Now just in case you were wondering why you are here, it really is quite simple," Hojo said condescendingly. The scientist stared into his patient's eyes savouring the confused look and anticipating his reaction "the boss wants to fuck your wife". The colour drained from Jacks face.
Hojo released his grip on the hair and allowing the head to bounce back onto the hard altar like table. "Now with anyone else this wouldn't be a big thing, but." Hojo paused for dramatic effect, "the boss gets turned on when he pictures what's left of the husband when he fucks the wife."
Hojo placed one of his hands on his chest as if playing a piece of theatre. "Shocked? Well so was I, but each to his own perversion eh?" sighed the professor sarcastically. Hojo wandered out of the Jacks shaking vision. "So I got to thinking, what is worse than death?" asked Hojo rhetorically, " The answer is limbo!"
Shaking with excitement Hojo babbled, "for you to achieve limbo you are going to lose your limbs, your sex and finally your senses." The scientist thrust his head before the other mans eyes to analyse his response. "I am going to make you into a rather large living meat paperweight completely detached from external experiences" Hojo said with conviction before stopping and contemplating aloud, "I might gift wrap you, but I'm not sure just yet."
Jacks head slammed away from his tormentors face. Hojo looked on ecstatic at the conflicting body language of anger and despair. "And music!" the scientist yelled. A few moments later classical music began playing. "Perfection" sighed Hojo happily as he groped his semi hard on. Reaching for a saw Hojo stated "lets begin shall we?"
The scientist snapped out of his short trance, "Where are my manners? No, no need for witty comebacks, as you can see I have practised this little talk before" the younger man gushed reassuringly. "Welcome to my surgery!" he said with a flourish throwing up his hands to emphasise the point.
The scientist turned surgeon grabbed the blond's head and forced it to look at him. "Now just in case you were wondering why you are here, it really is quite simple," Hojo said condescendingly. The scientist stared into his patient's eyes savouring the confused look and anticipating his reaction "the boss wants to fuck your wife". The colour drained from Jacks face.
Hojo released his grip on the hair and allowing the head to bounce back onto the hard altar like table. "Now with anyone else this wouldn't be a big thing, but." Hojo paused for dramatic effect, "the boss gets turned on when he pictures what's left of the husband when he fucks the wife."
Hojo placed one of his hands on his chest as if playing a piece of theatre. "Shocked? Well so was I, but each to his own perversion eh?" sighed the professor sarcastically. Hojo wandered out of the Jacks shaking vision. "So I got to thinking, what is worse than death?" asked Hojo rhetorically, " The answer is limbo!"
Shaking with excitement Hojo babbled, "for you to achieve limbo you are going to lose your limbs, your sex and finally your senses." The scientist thrust his head before the other mans eyes to analyse his response. "I am going to make you into a rather large living meat paperweight completely detached from external experiences" Hojo said with conviction before stopping and contemplating aloud, "I might gift wrap you, but I'm not sure just yet."
Jacks head slammed away from his tormentors face. Hojo looked on ecstatic at the conflicting body language of anger and despair. "And music!" the scientist yelled. A few moments later classical music began playing. "Perfection" sighed Hojo happily as he groped his semi hard on. Reaching for a saw Hojo stated "lets begin shall we?"