Dr. Franklyn Stein stared at the closed-circuit monitor on the wall of his office.  His patient was out of control.  She had killed two technicians – good people, both of them – without even knowing what she was doing.  His secret experiment had succeeded beyond his wildest dreams, but now he had to face the resulting reality. 

 

Wendy Miller had been sent to him two months earlier by the covert operations arm of the CIA.  She had been involved in “an accident”, they said, and they wanted him to restore her to “full functionality”.  He didn’t know anything about the “accident”, except that much of her body had been crushed and horribly burned.  She was in a coma, and no normal doctor would have expected her to live.

 

But Stein was different.  With CIA Black Ops funding, he had developed a process of restoring human tissue and even whole body parts by cloning cells from the original tissue.  He had had several successes recently, bringing two male agents and one female agent back to “full functionality” within the space of several weeks each.  The administrators that ran his operation considered it a booming success.

 

But it was very expensive, and they were very careful about who they allowed into the program.  Whoever Wendy Miller really was, she must have been a valuable asset.  They also recoiled at the idea of making the process public, afraid that their prized scientist, Dr. Stein, would take advantage of the publicity and leave government practice to strike it rich in the commercial world.

 

So Stein remained in his government lab, looking for ways to evolve his now-perfected human regeneration process.  Late one night, he had hit upon a way of modifying the genes he used to clone various tissues, and had begun his own private effort to come up with genes which would lend various characteristics to the resulting growth.  He conducted his experiments on animals, late at night, in a locked section of the lab, never allowing anyone to know what he was doing.

 

Eventually Stein came up with two characteristics which he could consistently insert into the cloned tissues.  In eye tissues, he could give the animal the ability to see well into the X-ray spectrum.  That meant it could see through solid objects.  And in muscle tissues, he could increase their strength many thousands of times.  This was the trait he was most excited about.  With it, he could create a super-human.  He resolved to give these gifts to the next patient who was assigned to him.

 

It was only two days later that Wendy Miller was brought into his lab on a stretcher, portable life support equipment attached.  The agents who brought her in showed Stein a photograph of what she used to look like, presumably because they thought it would help him restore her to her original appearance.  It wouldn’t, of course; her appearance was determined by her genes, not by anything he would do to her.  But he was glad they had shown it to him.  In the picture she was standing on a beach, wearing a white bikini, waving at somebody.  She was thin, with long legs and a flat belly, and incongruously large breasts – breasts that threatened to pop out of the tiny bikini top that she wore.  She was beautiful, perhaps the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, better even than any Playboy model.  Stein’s heart had filled with excitement, and his cock had risen to attention, when he realized that he was about to create a goddess.

 

Two months later, Stein was trying to decide what to do.  His goddess was there, living, every bit as powerful as he had expected.  But she wasn’t thinking.  She was acting like an animal.  She was only following her instincts, which were, apparently, to fuck.  She had no idea how dangerous she was to the men around her.

 

He had to find a way to get her to think.  She had to remember who she was, and start being responsible for her actions.  It was as if she hadn’t fully awakened.  He had to somehow get her past her body’s devastating needs, so she could complete the process of waking up.  And he had to find some way of restraining her until she did.

 

“Sandra,” he called into the intercom, “are you there?”

 

“Yes, Dr. Stein.  What’s going on in there?”

 

“We have an emergency.  Get Jerry and meet me in the observation room.  Fast.”

 

Within two minutes, the three of them were standing around Wendy’s naked body, her eyes closed, lying prone surrounded by the smell of burnt wiring.  Stein had pulled a sheet over the dead technician’s body, and amid the wreckage the others had not noticed it. 

 

“What happened here?” asked Sandra as her eyes moved from the beautiful woman on the floor to the ragged hole in the concrete wall and back again.  Sandra was pretty in her own petite way, but this woman was gorgeous.  She felt totally inferior, and she was absolutely certain that her hopes to get Dr. Stein to notice her were now in shambles.  This feeling was strengthened when she saw the way in which Stein was staring at the patient’s large breasts.  She was about to walk out in a huff, letting Stein deal with his own mess, when the doctor suddenly snapped out of his trance.

 

“Never mind,” he said curtly.  “Sandra, go to the store room and get that chain we used to lift the heavy equipment up here.  Jerry, help me with this.  You take her legs, I’ll take her arms.”

 

“Chain?” Sandra started to say, but Stein cut her off.

 

“Don’t ask, just get it.  Fast.”  She ran out the door.

 

The two men carried Wendy back through the hole in the wall, and laid her on her back on the padded table in the recovery room.  They waited for a minute, then Stein said, “She may be having trouble carrying that chain.  It’s pretty heavy, I think.”

 

“I’ll go help her,” replied Jerry. 

 

After Jerry ducked through the hole and went out the door, Stein found himself alone in the recovery room with Wendy.  God, she was gorgeous.  He furtively put his hands on her large breasts and squeezed.  How could they be so soft and yet so firm?  He was about to lean down and kiss them when he heard noises from the other room.

 

“Hey, Frank, give us a hand here.  This thing’s heavy.”

 

“Coming.”

 

It took all three of them all their strength to half carry, half drag the heavy steel chain into the recovery room.  There they managed with some difficulty to wrap it five times around Wendy’s body, tying her tight to the table.  The chain ended with a clip, which they used to lock the two ends together, underneath.

 

“That should keep her there,” said Jerry.  Stein nodded, but he wasn’t so sure.

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