Bring Me To Life

The scientist was nearly ready. Stanfield was his name, a short and stout man of about 35 years of age, perhaps a bit socially inept, but very keen in terms of scientific knowledge. He had followed Dr. Frankenstein’s research and notes to the letter, and used only the best and most recently deceased human parts from the morgue. Like his predecessor, Stanfield’s goal was not only to create a living person where there was not one, but to make the most beautiful and strong specimen of man possible. Someone he could only wish to be.

Every part was already carefully selected, sewn together with the precision of a surgeon, a career he had recently abandoned during this endeavor. In preparation, his creation remained very cool in the open bell tower he rented, had him supplied with fresh blood and IV fluids, and hooked up to electrical cables that would soon start his heart. Everything was ready and waiting. Everything, except the massive source of energy needed to shock life into the body. 

Stanfield thought he had tried everything. He’d spent countless hours engineering a small rainwater-sourced waterwheel to generate power, hooked up to probes placed strategically into his subject, but the energy output was only enough to cause small muscle tremors. He tried employing a team of gerbils to run in a homemade generator, but it seemed they were lacking in their own energy levels and interest in continuous exercise. He even tried using static electricity by shuffling in his wool socks on a rug for half an hour and then grabbing a metal rod, inserted near the body’s heart. (This only really succeeded in mildly shocking Stanfield.) 

Finally, he gave in and did the one thing he had hoped to avoid. He set up an elaborate, and very expensive, system hooked up to a lightning rod on the bell tower. If anything would do it, he thought, this would be it. 

Eventually, a storm rolled in, and with a thunderclap that shook the walls, a lightning bolt struck the rod. A massive amount of power ripped through the metal cables. Sparks flew as the body jolted, flying inches off the table and landing back with a heavy thud. Stanfield had ducked reflexively at the tremendous sound. When he recovered and looked back at the body, he saw that it seemed to be vibrating. 

Stanfield crept toward his creation, trying to tamp his excitement. After a few minutes, he mustered up the courage to chance a poke to the hand. A small zap leapt through his finger and the scientist jumped back. The hand clenched. Its arm raised off the table a few inches… then went limp. The vibration stopped. 

Stanfield’s shoulders slumped as well. He heaved a great sigh, realizing this may have been the last option for bringing life into his carefully crafted being, and he might have to go slinking back into his former life as a surgeon. Basically, a glorified axeman, as he sullenly thought of it, having specialized in amputations. 

After so many months of preparing for this day, and now sensing complete failure, Stanfield realized he was extremely tense. He needed to do something to relax, or consider checking into a mental institution. 

There was a chair in the corner of the tower, facing the window. He plopped down upon it and peered out into the street. Stanfield spied one of the busty barmaids he fancied walking along, breasts bouncing with each step. He could see right down her blouse, too, a perfect view. Oh, how he had fantasized about pushing her up against the bar, pulling up her skirt, and slamming into her from behind. 

The man felt a growing pressure in his pants at such a vision. Taking care of this was just the thing to clear his mind, he thought, and pulled his hardening cock from his trousers. He had neglected himself during all the sleepless nights and intense work. Watching the barmaid’s round bottom as she passed, Stanfield vigorously jerked himself off to his favorite daydream. 

In his mind, Stanfield was as tall and muscular as the form he had put together on the table, a man who could command a room and the ladies would swoon over. After the tavern closed, he would walk up to Jillian, the barmaid, to ask her how her night was… but before he could speak, she would throw herself at him, desperate for his cock.  

She would eagerly pull his giant member from his pants and it would immediately become engorged and throbbing. Then, Jillian would dive down to take him into his mouth as if she was starving for him, swallowing him up and driving him mad. He imagined he would turn her around, throw her against the bar, and give her exactly what she wanted. Exactly what he wanted. 

Soon, his sexy barmaid would be crying out in delight as her large breasts sprung free of her low-cut dress, swaying as he pounded her, while he gripped her curvaceous hips. He saw her screaming in ecstasy as he came inside her. 

A warm, tingling sensation crept through his body and built, closer and closer, until finally, he released several weeks-worth of pressure from deep inside. He convulsed and grunted in his chair, as he spurted so hard his cum actually shot out the window. The gratification was immense.

What he did not realize, in the moment, was that the metal nails of his shoe were touching the wiring that flowed directly to his inert creation. Although, at the moment, his creation was no longer inert. 

A thump from the table alerted Stanfield to its change in status. He whipped around to see the figure seemingly struggling to sit up, with arms and legs flailing. The scientist hastily buttoned up his trousers and rushed over to it, in awe of what was happening. The creature’s arms moved, head turned, legs and toes flexed. Like a baby just figuring out basic motor skills. It blinked its eyes once or twice as Stanfield came near - and then fell still, completely lifeless. 

No more movement, no breathing, eyes closed once more. 

After Stanfield ascertained that the being was not going to continue moving, and a brief moment of disappointment, the scientist realized that something had finally caused an energy transfer sufficient to enact a real change. It took him a few minutes of thought, and discovering the wire near where his foot had been, but he came to the conclusion that the energy release of his orgasm must have been the impetus for his creature’s vivification. 

It was a wild conjecture, but Stanfield knew he was onto something. The only problem was, he could see he was going to need more than one - likely several - of the same caliber energy transfers in a row to fully bring his creation to life. As he was fully spent after one orgasm, unfortunately, he knew it could not come from himself. He had to find someone else. Someone who could come repeatedly in a short period of time.

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Shelly was walking down the street, a new set of books in hand, heading home for a cozy night of reading. She was looking forward to an exciting new one about a monster. In the back of her mind, she was aware of the eye rolls she would get from her mother and father when she walked in the door, yet again, with a stack of books rather than a marriage proposal. Still, Shelly had been happier with her literary fantasies and lack of dull village men than with living out social ideals. 

At almost 26, she was considered a late-bloomer and a burden to her parents for still living at home. Shelly realized this, but had already made plans to leave soon to attend a university, and possibly become a writer herself. She was contemplating leaving a letter for them about an elopement to soften a sudden disappearance. 

Lost in thought on how she might word such a letter, she almost walked directly into a man in the street. 

“So sorry!” the short, roundish man muttered, looking flustered.

“Pardon me!” Shelly exclaimed, nearly dropping her books. “I didn’t see you there.” She blushed and made to continue on her way.

“Ah- wait!”

Shelly turned slowly, expecting him to be handing out prayer books or something. She had gotten plenty of those pushed on her already. 

“I don’t know if you’d be interested… I mean, I am looking for volunteers… I have this science experiment I’m trying to conduct - well - it’s paid!” The man sputtered, as if he didn’t speak to other humans regularly.

If it wasn’t for the fact that he said the word “paid,” and Shelly still didn’t know how she was covering her university tuition, she would have run off. Men usually only wanted to give her Biblical information or to bed her. Neither of which interested her much. 

But paid participation in a science experiment? She thought she could hear this out.

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The next day, up in the bell tower, Stanfield was shakily attaching electrodes to his new assistant’s body. He had to touch a woman’s skin to do so, and it was something that both thrilled him and terrified him. Stanfield had explained to her that he needed an unconventional source of energy, and he felt that she would be able to help produce this, but he had been vague on the details of how this would work. The young woman, Shelly, had been assured that she would not be harmed in any way, and ideally, she would actually enjoy this process. 

Shelly eyed the scientist suspiciously, but she had already been given her bag of silver coins and didn’t want to back out now. She shifted on the table she laid on, with slight discomfort. Shelly wore nothing but her slip, a thin dress of white linen, so that the scientist could access more of her skin to place the electrodes. The young woman shivered in the cool air passing through the tower. 

Stanfield had rigged up a new machine using the water mill as a base. The turning of the wheel caused an axle to rotate with a shaft attached to it, and in doing so, the shaft would move forward and backward. At the end of this shaft was attached a rubber, penis-shaped object, with a small protruding nub at the end. He had designed it to provide stimulation to the outer and inner pleasure receptors of the female body, from what he understood about women’s anatomy. From what he had heard, women were more apt to orgasm multiple times in a row than men, and it was even more common if they had a dual stimulus, vaginally and clitorally. 

The scientist wished that he himself could be the one to provide his assistant the orgasms, but in having to ensure that all parts of the system were working, noting the vital responses of his creation, as well as having little practice in pleasuring a woman, he felt it was better to have a machine perform this task. 

The man started to slip leather belts on the table around her wrists. Shelly wriggled, giving the scientist a confused and uncertain look. “Here’s the thing…” Stanfield began, sheepishly, while tightening the belts. “I am going to source the energy from y- your orgasms to power my experiment. I want you to enjoy your time here, but I also want to be sure I obtain enough energy before you leave. I only place these straps to be sure you don’t accidentally undo your wires before the experiment is finished.” 

“My orgasms? What? Excuse me -” Shelly sputtered, incredulously, but the scientist was no longer paying attention, and busily pushed the small waterwheel contraption toward her. The rubber dildo was shifted under her slip and pressed against her labia. Stanfield turned a knob on a hose dangling from the ceiling. Water poured out, the wheel turned, and the shaft began to reciprocate, slowly moving back and forth. From the basin below the wheel, another hose drained the used water to another tank to be recycled, for bathing or cleaning. 

The scientist walked across the room to look at something behind a curtain that hung from the ceiling. The wires attached to Shelly flowed under the curtain, seemingly attached to whatever was to be the recipient of her energy. 

Shelly now felt the slick pressure of an oiled zucchini-sized object pushing into her, gradually working its way past her lips. She reflexively dug her fingers into the table she laid on and sighed as it reached full depth inside her. 

Only once before had she felt something like this, a few years ago, on a late night after talking with a professor who had been traveling through town. She’d gotten so aroused by their philosophic discussion that she had given away her virginity to him that very night. Otherwise, she was as chaste as an unlit candle. 

At least, physically. Shelly often fantasized about things she could never tell anyone. Occasionally, she found snippets of erotic writing in her books - but most of the time she had to just imagine, or write it out herself. The object sliding in and out of her at the moment was unexpected, unasked for, and yet, something out of her wildest dreams. A sexual encounter that involved no wooing, no inquiries about marriage, no inane conversations. 

For a moment, she forgot that she was not alone in the room. Shelly soon found herself becoming quite wet between the legs, and there was a growing heat inside her. The rubber appendage was stroking just the right place inside, and the nub caressed her clit, lightly teasing and hardening it. With its extremely consistent cadence and pressure, the young woman knew she was going to cum soon. 

Shelly bit her lip and clenched her hands, not wanting to make noise. She wanted to avoid giving the scientist too much of a show. But, despite her worries about this being an awkward situation, the impending climax overrode her inhibitions. She began to shake as immense pleasure built up inside her. Without being able to put her hand over her mouth, her cries of ecstasy rang out through the tower. 

Her vaginal walls clenched repeatedly on the continuously-moving object, and her own little waterfall began to flow. She didn’t realize it, but Stanfield was watching intently from across the room, finding himself very much aroused. He didn’t have time to watch her for long, though, because something was happening behind the curtain. 

Stanfield began to laugh triumphantly. “It’s alive!” He exclaimed. “More power… we need more power!”

“What in the… what’s alive?” Shelly started to ask. But already, the machine was working her up to a second orgasm. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she started to convulse. An intense tingling rolled through her body, extending out to her fingers and toes. 

Somewhere, as if from far away, Shelly heard thumping sounds, and the scientist running around excitedly on the wooden floorboards. 

“It’s working! Keep going… we still need more power to get him breathing!”

“What? Breathing?!” Shelly was still coming down from her last orgasm but this snapped her out of it instantly. “What are you doing?” she shouted at the scientist. 

Stanfield hesitated a moment, then sighed, and pulled back the curtain. There seemed to be a man lying on the table, covered in a sheet. He moved a little. Was this scientist trying to heal a man… or bring someone back to life? She didn’t know what to think, and it momentarily distracted her from the delicious ongoing sensations between her legs. 

“Look… you’re h-helping me… er, help someone.” Stanfield stuttered. He started to worry that she would be too distracted to keep producing the necessary charge to complete the experiment. The scientist grasped for an idea. Walking over to the young woman on the table, still being penetrated by the machine, he decided to try turning up the water pressure. The machine moved more rapidly now, squelching in and out of her wet puss. 

Apparently, this was enough to distract the girl. Her eyes clenched shut once again and her nails and heels dug into the table. The man watched in amazement as she suddenly began to squirt on the machine, on the table - he even felt a few drops on his arm. Stanfield had never seen this, and was stunned. She screamed with pleasure as she came, again. 

Shelly felt like she had lost her mind to this machine. She could no longer think, only feel the waves of pleasure. As soon as one orgasm subsided, she now rolled right into the next, cumming over and over. Through slitted eyes, she saw the scientist, very reluctantly, peel himself away from her side to run back to the man on the table. 

As she came out of yet another orgasm, she vaguely noticed that the person on the table was now sitting up. He seemed very tall, with dark hair, but he looked strange to her, even in her post-orgasmic haze. There was something - 

Stanfield screamed. His creation was trying to get off the table. The scientist was not prepared for the uncanny, jerking movements of a body put together by stitches and hardware, though perhaps it should have crossed his mind. As soon as it set its feet on the floor, Stanfield fully realized the height and size of the creation. It terrified him so greatly, that with no clear thoughts in his head, he immediately sprinted toward the stairs and ran down them. 

Shelly, meanwhile, could not understand what was going on. The man, still hooked up to various electrodes, simply appeared to be a tall man with a rather pale complexion… perhaps recovering from a surgery, as she spied stitches peeking out from places around his hospital gown. 

But then, she was still distracted. The machine had not stopped moving. The ever-thrusting rubber toy continued on its mission to make her cum again, steadily pushing her toward another climax. Shelly thought she probably should have been worried, as the man shakily took a few steps toward her, but her mind was numbed as her physical senses lit on fire with the next orgasm. 

The girl shook and whimpered, the pleasure still more intense than she had ever known. Steps were coming toward her as she came down again. Shelly opened her eyes. She could see now, more clearly, that the man was not an ordinary human. He had stitches in every limb, even his neck, seemingly sewn together by hand. Her mouth dropped open. 

She drew a breath to scream, but noticed that even as she watched, his stitches seemed to dissolve, and whole, new skin took its place. He was healing and becoming less pale before her eyes. Is this what I’ve been hooked up to these electrodes for? she wondered. 

Shelly looked up into the eyes of this tall man, as they became clearer and bright. He looked down at her, and smiled. She realized he appeared more handsome than she’d realized before, and no longer looked monstrous. 

Wordlessly, he began to undo her ties. When he had freed her hands, he reached out to help her up. Shelly pushed the machine away from her, which was finally starting to slow down as the water seemed to have just run out. 

The young woman, still hand in hand with the mysterious man, placed her feet carefully on the floor. She felt as shaky as he had been while getting off the table. Her knees shook as she put weight through her legs, and had to support herself on his arm. It felt firm and strong. 

“I…feel…” the man began, haltingly. Shelly wasn’t sure if he was just coming out of a coma or English was not his first language. “I… feel…” he repeated, looking down. Still holding onto his hands, she looked down as well. He was making a massive tent in his gown! 

Shelly was shocked to see a large erection pointing at her, about the level of her belly button. For a moment, she just stared at it, in awe of how far it stood out toward her. Without thinking, she gently reached down and stroked the protrusion through the linen. The man gasped. 

She quickly looked up at him, to make sure she hadn’t crossed a line. Shelly couldn’t help but be curious - she had only ever seen a cock once before, and hoped she would get a good look at this one. His mouth was slightly parted, as if in surprise, but there was also a look of something else in his eyes. A look of desire. 

A smile curled at his lips. The man slowly pulled up his garment to uncover his large penis. It was fully erect, but hung down slightly under its own weight. Shelly’s eyes grew wide at the sight. The man stared as well, as though seeing it for the first time. 

His cock looked as though it was begging for her attention. Unable to stop herself, Shelly took it in her hand and slowly stroked it. A low moan came from the man. She looked to see that his eyes were now closed - he was enjoying her touch. Despite already having been forced to orgasm many more times than she’d ever thought possible today, she found herself tingling and becoming wet again. 

It had already been an extremely strange day for Shelly, so she felt no hesitation in continuing to pleasure this new man. That said, she was also becoming eager for him to pleasure her, as well. 

Shelly waved her hand at the table she’d just come off of. “Why don’t you sit down?” she said with a smile.

The man still seemed to be at a loss for words, but took a few lumbering steps to the table, where he sat. He looked as though he had walked into a dream. His eyes held excitement and wonder, which seemed to grow as Shelly removed her slip. She wondered if he had never seen a naked woman before. 

Shelly sensed that he was more comfortable with her leading this interaction, so she walked up very close to him, looked him in the eyes, and took his cock in her hands. She spent a few minutes massaging him and feeling him throb under her touch. But she didn’t want him to get too close. She was becoming desperate to feel him inside her. 

The young woman lifted her leg to climb on the table, then straddled him where he sat. Shelly held onto his shoulders and positioned herself to slowly push him inside her. He was quite a bit larger than the machine-attachment had been, but having been well warmed up, she was able to wriggle down upon him without too much difficulty. 

The two simultaneously let out a moan of pleasure. Shelly felt so deliciously full and tight around his cock. She moved up and down on him, feeling her clit brush on his lower abdomen, and that familiar warmth began to increase inside her again. The dark-haired man was holding onto her hips and panting. It sounded as if an orgasm was already building up in him as well. 

Shelly began to fuck him passionately, with nothing in mind but the intense pleasure they seemed to be sharing. The man under her moaned wordlessly, but each sound rose slightly in octave, as he grew closer to cumming. 

She growled into his shoulder while he dug his fingers into her lower back. Shelly came with him, even more explosively than she had with the machine. They gasped and fell back onto the table together, heat radiating from their bodies. It felt as though a massive electrical charge had just shot between them. 

“Well, that was an amazing first hour of life,” a deep, unfamiliar voice said, with a chuckle.

Shelly sat up instantly, startled, and looked down at the man lying on the table. Something was different. The face that looked back up at her looked amused, happy, and sparkled with intelligence. He also looked very healthy now, and had a rosy glow in his cheeks that she hadn’t seen earlier. 

“You - what…?” Shelly moved and felt a small tug on her upper arm - one of the long wires had managed to stay strapped to her skin. She hadn’t noticed it before, but she was still attached to him. Her orgasmic energy must have caused him to improve even more… but what was that about it being his first hour of life?

“I felt really foggy when I first came to, and nothing felt right,” the now very attractive man said, thoughtfully. “But gradually, I began to feel better and better, and think more and more clearly. I have a feeling that is thanks to you.”

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A month later, Shelly was starting to pack up her things into a carriage, preparing to head off to the university. 

“Why do you have to go to school?” her mother asked exasperatedly, for about the hundredth time. “You finally got a man, can’t you just be happy with that and settle down?”

A booming laugh came from behind the carriage. “She would never be happy with that." Arthur, the name Shelly’s new boyfriend had chosen for himself, came around carrying three heavy suitcases as if they were small boxes. “Besides, I’m going, too!”

Shelly grinned up at him. “And I’m so excited, you’re going to love it!”

“Well, you just be sure and take care of her, Arthur. I know you’re from another town, but the big city can be a very dangerous place!” Shelly’s mother warned. 

“Don’t worry, I wasn’t born yesterday.” Arthur grinned. He and Shelly exchanged a look. “I’ve had at least a month to figure things out.”