<strong>Scientist, Carl Dodd</strong><br/><strong>Carl's Lab</strong><br/><br/><br/>He watched his subject with interest.  The signals her brain was receiving were sufficient for his needs, despite her refusal to cry out.  At this point, most of his subjects would have let out a slight yelp, or given a sharp intake of breath.  The voltage he was sending wasn't sufficient for 'torture', which was not his immediate intent - though what he had in mind for the girl would work either way.  But her resistance interested him, so instead of leaving things as they were, he decided he'd entertain himself with a little experimentation along the way.<br/><br/>He adjusted the dials on the remaining connections up to eight times higher than his test position - for the average woman, this would have them screaming and thrashing about so loudly, they'd loose their voices within a half hour and have nasty bruises at all the restraint points.  The ones leading to her breasts and pussy lips would send painful jolts, while the probe inside her vagina would send out pleasurable sensations.  They were all keyed into a small computer program that included one of the lights above the able.<br/><br/>He moved the lamp forward so that it was aimed directly at her face.  With her eyes held open by the metal clamps, she'd not be able to look away.  The brightness of the lamp would ensure proper tearing, however, he placed a few thick, lubricating drops in her eyes just in case.<br/><br/>He activated the program and stepped back.  The lamp began to strobe brightly, and the electric shocks started.  The shocks would alternate between her pussy and breasts until the sensors on her forehead detected a compliant state, at which point the pain would stop, and the pleasure start.  It would continue back and forth that way until she'd completely accepted the program.  That program was coming from the flashing strobe.  Although her eyes wouldn't be able to see it, the flashes from the light were actually images being sent in rapid bursts.  Speakers in the table near her ears were sending white noise, interspersed with an audio program she also wouldn't be able to detect.<br/><br/>It would likely be hours before the program took hold, and the computer would page him when it was finished.  He hoped, for her sake, that her psyche wasn't so strangely bizarre that the program didn't work - because if that was the case, she'd probably emerge from the process after the 24 hour maximum either catatonic, or needing a straitjacket... but time would tell.  In the end, she'd do what he wanted her to do, and likely, enjoy it all the same.<br/><br/>He left her then, and returned to his room to contemplate his other problem - that of Kate Bartlett - while his subject on the table "enjoyed" her subliminal programming.  He'd have to destroy the program when he was done, of course.  If anyone found it, there would be some serious trouble for him.  The images of the Warden interspersed with scenes of bloody disembowelments coupled with the voice-track of her name interspersed with "kill", "die", "evil" and "blood" would likely cause some problems if they ever left his lab.  Dad wanted Warden Taylor dead, and Amelia Lightfoot would do the job for him.  Amelia was already serving a life sentence - another murder really wouldn't affect things much for her - maybe some time in solitary.  He chuckled as he worked the com-pad to ensure all the doors to his lab were properly sealed, and sat at his desk, watching her through the closed-circuit feed...