Victoria Frankenstein's Monster Cock (sample)

Summary: Doctor Victoria Frankenstein and her trusty assistant, Igrid, have been working feverishly at Victoria’s latest creation. With parts scavenged from graves, hospitals, and other places, as well as a perfectly designed and lab-grown cock, will they unleash an unstoppable fucking machine?

Will the electricity arcing through those wires bring her creation to life? Will his cock of cartilage and sinew outlast Victoria and her assistant? Will an eighteen-inch, unflagging, unyielding cock and an unstoppable lust be enough to satiate Doctor Victoria Frankenstein?!

Find out.

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Doctor Victoria Frankenstein gazed at her creation. She and Igrid, her trusty assistant, had gathered the parts over the course of months. They’d spent hours digging up fresh graves only to take a single perfect part and bury the bodies once again. They’d raided morgues on lonely, rainy nights. They’d even snatched a spare part or three from the biological waste bins at the local hospital where Doctor Frankenstein worked as a surgeon.

Looking down at her creation’s perfect, massive features she knew it was all worth it. Together she and Igrid had constructed the perfect man with thick, muscled arms, thighs like the trunks of trees, abs and pecs to challenge the gods!

Of course, the greatest piece of her work of art in flesh was magnificent. She’d used spare parts for the rest, but this, yes for this, there could only be perfection if she made it from scratch.

“Look at this marvelous cock,” she said, stroking the member she’d just stitched onto her creation. “A new and better cock, the framework designed on a program of my own design, the base framework printed on the latest organic 3D printer, and the flesh grown in a lab to exacting perfection! It will never flag, never tire! I’ve replaced the corpus cavernosum with cartilage, making it perfect, hard, and ready! Always!” She broke into a long laugh for a moment, which echoed off the stone walls of the basement before continuing, “Isn’t he glorious, Igrid?”

Victoria looked at her assistant. The young brunette was short but had breasts which were each bigger than her own head by far. The poor creature was often hunched over with back pain, and her hourglass figure was often lost in clothing. She kept her straight hair in a bob that just brushed her slender neck and shoulders.

“Hm? Oh, yes, Mistress! He is glorious! You- you are more than just a scientist! You’re an artist! A god!” Igrid’s adoration could get a little slavering, but Victoria enjoyed it nonetheless. “But, and not to question your brilliance, but are you sure an eighteen inch, insatiable cock is a good idea? I mean, won’t his lust be unstoppable?”

“I can only hope it will be,” Doctor Frankenstein said and leaned down, her red locks of hair brushing her creation’s thighs, her breasts pressing into his hips, and kissed the centerpiece of her creation. “Now, let’s get him hooked up to the electrodes. You’ve injected the serum?”

Victoria and Igrid circled the massive body, over eight feet tall once it could stand, and stuck wires with tape and clamps to specific places.

“Yes, Mistress, I injected it into each quadrant of his body and into the base of his cock three hours ago, just as you instructed.”

“Very good, then we’re ready to bring the beast to life! Fire up the generators and ready the capacitor bank!” Victoria shouted while staring down at her creation and letting her hands roam her round, perky breasts.

“Yes, Mistress! Yes!” Igrid shouted back, running from generator to generator, flipping switches, pressing buttons, and pulling cords to start them each up in turn. The ventilation system for the gas powered generators had been difficult to construct, but Igrid knew it was perfect since her Mistress had designed it.

Igrid watched the slowly moving needle of the power gage, her own breath and heartbeat somehow louder in her ears than the sound of the generators.

“Soon! Soon, my dear, sweet, perfect cock! Soon you will live!” Victoria shouted from near the switch which would set everything in motion. “How are the capacitors, Igrid?”

“At eighty percent and climbing, Mistress,” Igrid shouted back. “Eighty-five. Ninety. Ninety-five. Almost… Maximum charge, Mistress! Maximum charge!”

Victoria smiled, let a second tick past, took in the flickering light a few errant sparks from the machinery cast into the basement, then took hold of the large, rubber-coated, metal switch and pulled it down, completing the circuit.

Electricity arced across the surface of the massive creature and through its muscles. If it weren’t for the restraints, the twitching spasms would surely have thrown the great body from the metal table.

“Mistress, it’s overloading! The wires! The wires are burning! Mistress!” Igrid shouted, as she doused a few flames with an extinguisher and ran to Victoria’s side.

“Mistress, we must turn it off! Please. The generators and capacitors…” she begged.

“It only needs to hold out a few seconds longer. Look! Look, Igrid, the flesh is knitting!”

They watched as the stitches holding the creature together faded under flesh that seemed to grow as if it were a time-lapse film. The hands, fingers, feet, arms, and all healing together and the scars fading as if years passed in seconds.

“Look! Igrid! I have not just brought back the dead! I have not simply restored life to pieces! I have made a new life out of decay and design!” Victoria shouted over the sparking machinery. Her laugh, mad and long, echoed in the room.

Then, with the sound of a cannon firing, the main capacitor blew, sending a shower of sparks against the far wall. Igrid’s hand found Victoria’s in the dark as they waited for their eyes to adjust to the flickering light of a few burning wires. When they could see well enough again, they stared at the massive body of Victoria’s creation and waited.

“Mis- Mistress… he does not move…”

Doctor Victoria Frankenstein was still for a moment, not even her lungs moving for breath, and she was sure even her heart took pause.

“No… No, Igrid, he does not… Please, would you put out these fires? I’ll open the window and let the smoke out,” she said, barely keeping her composure.

It took her a moment, and a crowbar, to pry open the basement window, but the smoke was whisked out by a steady night breeze. Igrid continued to put out the fires, large and small, with a set of extinguishers they kept at the ready.

“I’ll fetch the emergency lights, Mistress,” Igrid said after the fires were out,

She produced a series of flashlights and battery powered lanterns from a closet which she hung about the lab. Soon the entire basement was lit again. Giving Victoria a clear view of her failure.

“Will we try again, Mistress?” Igrid asked.

“I don’t know. For now, just get the wires cleared off of him… of it.”

Igrid nodded solemnly, her chin resting on her massive breasts with each nod down. She seemed to drift as she walked to the great body of Victoria’s creation, her deft hands pulling the electrodes free. Just before she reached for the last wire, an errant crackle of electricity flowed down the wire, probably some residual charge in a capacitor someplace in the machinery. Igrid jumped back with a start, then reached for the wire again.

She stopped and stared at the creature’s gigantic hand. “Mistress. Mistress, it’s moving.”

“Yes, Igrid. I’m sure it is. There’s still a bit of electricity flowing through it and… wait.”

“Mistress, I’m… I’m sure it’s struggling against the restraints it’s-” but her words were cut off in a scream as the creature tore one of his arms free of the leather restraints and grabbed hold of one of her massive breasts. Soon the other hand tore free as well and the creature tore open the flimsy blouse, exposing Igrid’s swelling breasts bound only by a large black bra.

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