ROB STEWART

... and nothing happened. Not a sensor glitch, not a movement of
her body ... nothing. All indications were that the "system" had
misfired and as Janine became fully engulfed in the throes of her
orgasm ... the devices implanted in her that would have "killed"
her release from the sexual stress failed.

Hitting the chair arm with the flat of his hand, Dr. Newlin
cursed under his breath. "Damn, damn, damn."

Rising from his vantage he spoke heatedly to Lisa. "Ok ... damn
it ... ok ... let her go through the cycle. Slow the inserts and
allow her to come to a natural ease. We'll just have to recheck
the circuitry and do it all again a bit later. Give her an hour
to start getting antsy again and we'll procede with the program.

"Run a diagnostic on the sensor grid attached to her torso and
limbs ... then get a readout on the electronics of the anal
probe. I want to know what went wrong. She is to get no further
stimulation until we run our second trial."

With that ... he walked over to where Janine's body lay suspended
in the isobaric solution and visually inspected the "sensor grid"
-- a lattice of wire and adhesive metallic contacts that inter-
twined to form a kind of "jacket" surrounding Janine's torso,
arms and legs. With this electrostim contacts, each and every
muscle and nerve ending of her body could be tensed and relaxed
electrically with only milliamperes of current. In conjunction
with the proper computer control program, this system of electri-
cal stimulation could be the ultimate hedonistic sensory high --
or a body's worst nightmare.

It should all have worked. The anal probe, with it's
electrostatic charge capabilities, could have - should have -shut
this woman's bodily responses down instantly. Like a shot in the
dark -- it should have "turned her off" right in the middle of
her orgasm -- like a yawn being cut off.

Ultimate excitation -- without possibility of true release.
Deprivation of release in conjunction with deprivation of all
sensory input. A concept that had worked so many times before.
Yet this time ... nothing.

He was still angry with himself when Lisa piped up, "Doctor ...
I'm sorry ... it appears that one of the main connecting wires to
the control box must've pulled loose when we moved her around in
the tank. I've reattached it properly and have confirmed that
the electronics will work this time."

"Ok ... fine. Let's not let it happen again ... unless YOU want
to be the one on the receiving end of a 'treatment'. Do I make
myself clear?"

Lisa could only meekly nod her head ... feeling that she couldn't
trust her voice not to crack with the apprehension she felt at
having to admit to her mistake. She was relieved to see Newlin
moving toward the door.

"I'll be back in about an hour. Make sure she's ready for me
when I return."

As he he shut the door, and Lisa heard his footsteps moving away
... she turned to ...