Chapter 12

"This is Heidi," said Paul Harshman, holding an eight-by-ten glossy photo for Pal to see.

They had her back in her room, she saw, and apparently she had just been awakened from whatever coma or fainting spell she had suffered when she was on the verge of escaping from this madhouse.

She tried to focus her eyes on the photo. Paul was sitting on the edge of her bed beside her, one arm around her shoulders, supporting her unsteady body.

His hand -- the one holding the picture -- was steady, and when she could clear the fuzziness from her eyes, she saw that Heidi was a rather attractive blonde with a luscious body that would elicit wolf-calls from any red-blooded male. The shot was not what might be wished for by a professional photographer, but it was sharply in focus and the lighting was adequate.

Heidi's skin was clear and lovely, and her stance was provocative, although Pal sensed it was simply a natural attribute, like the glowing complexion. The facial expression told Pal that Heidi was posing against her will.

"At least, that was Heidi when she first came here," Paul corrected himself. "But Heidi had a certain amount of Germanic hard-headedness. She didn't want to give up the idea of escaping."

Paul let the photo fall on the floor and placed the hand that had held it on Pal's thigh, giving her creamy golden flesh a gentle pat. Then he put the hand on his own knee.

"As punishment, Heidi became test-case number one for Dr. Stillwell's last experimental formula. It was a compound having properties of several preparations, including caffeine, cantharidin, and phenmetrazine hydrochloride."

"Cantharidin?" asked Pal. "Isn't that what they call Spanish Ply?"

"Yes," said Paul. "He's trying to find an ideal balance of several types of oral medication which will provide sexual excitement, mental stimulation, and a general sense of pleasant well-being. Sadly enough, the compound caused a skin problem, a slight weakening of the sphincter nerves, and what seems to be a protracted if not permanent nymphomania. I'd show you. Come along."

He helped her to her feet, then led her out the open door of her room and down the hall to the second door from hers. It was one of the two she had listened by earlier, when she sneaked from her own room.

Paul opened the door, and as he led Pal inside, she saw the form of the tall blonde Aryan girl on a bed like her own. But this girl differed in appearance from the one in the photo. There was the same blonde hair, done in the same loose coronet-braid pigtails, and the frame was substantially the same. But there the similarity ended.

Heidi's entire body was pocked with large scars and open sores. Even as they watched, she scratched at her belly as best she could with her arms held by restraining straps, tearing a piece of scab loose. A yellowish-white pus oozed from several other sores.

Pal was sickened by this horrible destruction of a once- beautiful and healthy body. She noted the rubberized sheeting under Heidi, and was about to ask if the skin eruptions emitted that much fluid. But then she saw why it was necessary.

As the girl lay there, either half asleep or in some sort of traumatic shock, her thighs widely abducted to reveal the blonde and pink attributes of her pubic mound, an amber fountain erupted from her slit, wetting her thighs and the sheet below.

Pal recalled Paul's mention of the weakened sphincter nerves, and realized that the girl probably didn't know she had urinated. It was a heartbreaking thing to see, even for Pal, whose nursing background should have toughened her to such sights.

But it was the waste that appalled her -- the use of such a healthy young body for these illegal experiments. That, and the fact that a doctor would even perform such a terrible act.

Just then, the girl's eyes opened, and when she saw Paul, she began to get excited. Her English was uttered with a strong Teutonic accent, and half the words were German.

"Doktor Paul! Ist good you komm! Bitte -- please! You reizen my pussy, yes?" The girl's hips thrust upward lewdly at Paul, and swiveled to make a vertical orbit above the bed.

"I'm too busy, now, Heidi," he told her. "Dr. Jonas will come fuck you later."

"Doktor Jonas fuck me not long ago, but only kitzeln mit his hundschwantz, not mit his leder-spieler! Please! You take minute und fuck me mit fingers, Doktor Paul!"

"No, Heidi. But I'll ask Dr. Jonas to bring his lederschwantz and fuck you with it, if you promise to stop talking that way about the schwantz God gave him. Or should I tell him what you said?"

"No! Please! You don't tell him! But you send him to me quick, no? Is so hot, my pussy, I go crazy! You sure you can't take minute to help me mit your fingers?"