<strong>Scientist, Carl Dodd</strong><br/><strong>Carl's Lab</strong><br/><br/>Carl wondered how much this woman would be able to continue her little act once the drug kicked in, and her... treatment... began.  He'd injected a good quantity of an experimental drug based on benzodiazepine.  It wasn't as strong a sedative as the drugs it was based on, but it had the effect of weakening concentration and causing mild confusion.  Gen-Tech was planning to sell it to the government as a "truth serum", though it hadn't proved out.  It seemed to do a better job of weakening the thought processes and making the subject more susceptible to suggestion.  Of course, in its own way, that could be used to drive out the truth - but there were better ways, and the government wasn't buying.<br/><br/>"Little lady..." he told her "All 'this' will be more than necessary in a short time.  I'm sure you'll agree.  But to be honest, I am going through a good deal of trouble for you.  But it's purely by necessity...  You see... I have a job for you..."<br/><br/>He opened another cabinet and removed another cart.  This was one of his own design - he'd used it a number of times in the past, though, hardly for the purpose to which he would employ it today.  This one he positioned near the other, but at the center of the table - a jumble of wires hung from it's side.  He started with the grounds - two round pads about an inch in diameter each.  They were self adhesive, attached to green colored wires, and he put them on her belly to either side of her navel.<br/><br/>The next two, a red and black wire, ended in medium sized alligator clips.  He attached one to each of her nipples being certain they gripped most securely...