Beauty and the Bonfire

The experiment went well—until the beautiful professor decided to become her own test subject. Then sparks flew!

 

(FM, nc)

By: Punchinello for Pulp Erotica

 

New York State University, 1928

“Lock in the ion generator.”

“Ion generator...locked in.”

“Prepare the plasma containment field.”

“Plasma containment field is...go.”

Professor Anna Guilerma ran her fingers thru her straight black hair, tucking a errant strand back behind her ear. “Ready the plasma generator.”

Professor Paul Coughlin flipped the switch to prime the plasma generator—the key to their experiment. “Plasma generator is...not responding.”

Professor Guilerma gave a deep, pained sigh and slumped forward, head in hands. “What is it now?”

Professor Coughlin smiled slyly. “Technician is...only joking.”

“Paul, you bastard.”

“Oh! Such language from a lady!” Paul laughed.

“This is important!” Anna fumed.

“It’s just an experiment, Anna,” Paul replied soothingly. “If this one doesn’t work you’ll do another one...and another one.”

“If this one doesn’t work they may pull our funding. The university isn’t too keen on lady research scientists.”

“I am.”

There was a long, awkward pause. “Quit it, Paul.”

Paul gazed at her for a long moment, studying her careful detachment, her precise coolness toward him. “All right...Professor Guilerma,” he said at last.

“Launch the plasma containment field.”

“Check,” Paul replied. There was no change on the platform. “...I think,” he added.

“Give me an ion burst.”

“Ion burst of 20%.” Suddenly there was a spout of glittering starbursts on the platform, contained to a clearly visible area in the form of a tall cylindrical tube.

“Ion burst contained,” Paul confirmed.

“Beautiful.” Anna said quietly. Then, “Fire the plasma.”

“Plasma fire in three...two...one...fire.”

A spout of red-orange flame leaped out of the platform, perfectly encapsulated in the tall, narrow tube of the magnetic field. “It works! Paul it works!” Anna shouted.

“My God, I think it does!” Paul said in wonder. He stumbled into her outstretched arms and they danced around for a moment in a joyful embrace.

“Let’s test the...umm...integrity of the...uh...containment field,” Anna said, stepping away awkwardly.

“Uh...sure,” Paul said, the disappointment evident in his voice. For a moment, this had seemed like more than just a scientific breakthru.

Anna took control of the mechanical arm that hung on a dolly near the platform. At its end, it held a sturdy length of wood. She maneuvered the dolly closer to the platform and swung the arm toward it. For a moment, she hesitated, then slowly pushed the wooden test subject into the magnetic field over the platform. At first, it deformed the magnetic field, pushing it inward as it went, but then it broke thru and slipped inside, into the plasma itself. The event was pure science, yet somehow almost sexual. And the result was immediate and obvious.

“It’s burning!” Paul observed.

“Turn up the ion input,” Anna demanded.

“Ion generator up to 50%.”

“I think it’s working,” Anna said.

“Get another test subject.”

In a few minutes, Anna had removed the first length of wood and replaced it with a new one. Then she pressed it firmly into the magnetic field. It slid in gracefully, without disturbing the magnetic field. “Oh, I think it’s working, Paul.” Anna breathed.

“It looks good, but the wood is starting to bake a little. You see the smoke?”

“Yes,” Anna responded. “Turn up the ions.”

“Ion generator at 80%.”

Anna walked toward the platform. “I don’t feel any heat. It looks like we’ve got perfect containment.”

“Temperature readings indicate complete containment, give or take one degree.”

Anna stood very close to the platform now, mesmerized by the sight of the dancing flames, angrily caged by magnetic forces. “How hot do you think it is...inside?” She asked quietly.

“Let’s find out,” Paul said. “Insert a thermom— Jesus Christ, Anna!”

Professor Anna Guilerma had just stretched her hand across the platform and stuck it directly into their experiment. It sparkled with ions, but the plasma flames danced around it without harm. “It’s all right. Calm down. It’s hot, tho. Turn up the ions.”

“Anna stop it!” Paul shouted. “You could be severely burned!”

“Turn up the ions, Paul!”

Paul turned the ion generator knobs. “Ion generator now 90%.”

“It’s wonderful,” Anna said in amazement. “I can feel the flames. I can almost hold them in my hand. But they don’t hurt at all. They’re barely even warm now.”

“All right, then. You’ve proven your point. Let’s get back to science.”

“This is science,” Anna protested. “It’s the purest form of science: using yourself as a guinea pig. Enlarge the containment field, Paul. Fill the platform.”

Paul reluctantly complied. “Plasma containment field increased to full capacity. We’re pulling a lot of amps here.”

“As long as we’ve got power, we’ll be fine.” Anna swirled her hand around in the plasma, toying with the flames, scooping them up and pouring them out.

“Power and ion capacity—”

Anna stepped onto the platform. “This is incredible,” she said. The edge of the containment field crept closer to her. The flames stretched out and swirled about in a whirlwind, as if overjoyed that their prison was being enlarged.

“Anna step off now,” Paul said, the tension rising in his voice again.

“I’m going in,” she said, smiling.

Paul couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re crazy. You’re a madwoman!”

In a moment, Anna had stepped thru the containment field and into the heart of the swirling mass of plasma. Her entire body shimmered with light as starbursts of ions danced around her. “It’s incredible!” she shouted breathlessly. “The feeling is...incredible! Simply incredible!” She turned full around with a flair, like a dancer.

Then a wisp of smoke rose off the beautiful young scientist’s shoulder.

“Anna you’re starting to burn!” Paul cried.

Anna was oblivious, spinning around on the platform,  touching her hair, her body. “No I’m not,” she denied. “I feel wonderful!”

“Anna! Your lab coat! Your clothes are on fire!”

Anna stopped suddenly and stumbled, nearly losing her balance. Her lab coat was indeed on fire, and being burned away to ashes before her very eyes!

“Oh my God, Paul! What’s happening?”

“Get out!” he shouted. “Are you being burned?”

Anna stood still for a moment and surveyed herself with bewildered calm. “No,” she answered simply. “It doesn’t hurt at all.”

“Get out of there anyway.”

“I think the fibers of the fabric are too thin to absorb the ion particles efficiently,” she remarked casually. “Is my hair on fire?”

Paul looked carefully. It was hard to tell tho the haze of her smoking lab coat and the flames of the plasma. “I don’t think so.”

Anna toyed with her hair. Suddenly, the elastic that held her hair up in a tight bun flashed to cinders in her hand. Her hair fell free about her shoulders. “No,” she said. “My hair is fine. The individual hair fibers must be thick enough to absorb the ions.”

“Anna, please,” Paul begged. “Come out of there now, before something else goes wrong.”

“Egads! My stockings are gone!” she yelped. “They’ve burnt clean away!” The flames licked at her bare legs, swirling around them, caressing them.

“Oh my,” Anna said. “I’ve got to get out of here.” She pushed on the containment field wall. It gave a little, then let her arm pass thru. Just as she was about to step out, she froze.

“What is it?” Paul asked, concerned.

“My clothes are on fire, Paul. If I step out of here,” Anna said slowly, thinking as she spoke, “I won’t be protected from the flames anymore.” Her lab coat was already falling away in flaming tatters.

“Oh my gosh,” Paul said, a smile creeping across his face, along with genuine relief.

“I’m going to have to stay in here...till I’m....”

“Completely naked!” Paul laughed. As if in answer, Anna’s skirt fell away into a flaming heap at her feet.

Anna stood at the edged of the containment field, pawing helplessly at the air, a pouting look on her face. “Stop laughing at me!” she shouted. “It isn’t funny.” But just hen her smoking blouse burst into flames and fell to ashes. Paul laughed again, longer and harder than before.

“I’m going to be left in nothing but a pair of pumps!” Anna shrieked. But her voice was mixed with as much laughter as distress. The plasma flames that had snaked up her legs and around her arms now slithered around her whole body, stroking every inch of exposed skin. The feeling raised gooseflesh on Anna’s whole body.

Paul could hardly contain himself. “I never imagined a science experiment could get you to do a striptease!”

“Paul! That’s not fair!” Anna laughed, clutching at her flaming brassiere. “I’m not doing this on purpose!” She squirmed around awkwardly, trying to cover her herself partly from Paul and partly from the flames. The flames slithered in and around Anna’s most private parts like the tendrils of living—and very lascivious—vine.

“But you are doing it, aren’t you?”

As the last of her skirt burned off, the beautiful woman’s panties flashed and fell away in barely a second, leaving the beautiful woman completely nude but for a pair of white shoes and two wire supports from her brassiere. Buttons from her clothes and the zipper from her skirt lay scattered on the platform around her.

“Paul, look away. I’m ready to get out now.” Just to be safe, Anna even tossed the wires away and shuffled out of her shoes. The flames licked her all over now, and she had to fend them off and try to cover herself at the same time. Their caress was maddening. If she had been alone, she might well have succumbed to the erotic luxury of it.

“Oh really? Come right out.” he teased.

“Seriously. Please. And take off your lab coat and put it on this chair over here. Hurry.”

“Why? Why come out now at all?” Paul teased. “You could do experiments in there all day now.”

“Because these flames are touching me,” Anna replied pointedly.

“What do you mean?” he asked, rising. “You liked it before. You said it was an ‘incredible’ feeling.” He moved to the platform, taking off his lab coat as he went.

“It is! But it’s touching my whole body now! My naked body! Every inch! It’s positively lewd!” She writhed and twisted in her little cage, hardly covering herself now, but rather touching herself.

“Oh my....” Paul muttered, tossing his lab coat onto the chair. He turned back to the control panel and fiddling absently with the settings.

Anna stepped forward and tried to push thru the containment field. It felt more solid than before—much more. “Paul, did you change the ion generator setting?”

“Just a little,” he replied. “Why is it hotter?”

“Maybe a little,” Anna said, knowing full well at his point she couldn’t tell outside heat from the heat building inside her. “But the containment field is more solid now. I’m not sure I can get out.” She tried to cover herself modestly, but her hands continued roaming and caressing of their own accord. The touch of the plasma really was quite sensual. And the touch of her own hands only enhanced it.

He stared at her for a long moment. Then he turned the ion generator down. “Oh my God!” Anna moaned. “What are you doing?! That’s exquisite!”

“I must have turned it the wrong way,” Paul lied. He stared, completely mesmerized by the beautiful woman squirming and writhing before him.

Anna fought back the urges that filled her for a few moments more, but at last lost control. She sank her fingers into her wet, warm sex. “Oh my God!” Anna sank back against the firm support of the containment field. “I can’t stand it!”

“Anna!”

“Paul,” Anna gasped, stroking her slippery slit. “Come here. Come feel this. Come inside.”

Paul came slowly, as if drawn by the magnetic force of the containment field. He watched as Anna writhed inside, stroking her naked body, fingering her most private parts. She was beautiful—a fiery goddess. “Oh yes! Oh yes!” she moaned, pressing her fingers into dark bush. “It’s so good—so wonderful, Paul!” Anna pumped her slender fingers in and out, rubbing her clit with her other hand, and groaning uncontrollably.

“Oh, Paul, I can’t stand it! I can’t stop myself! Come inside! Come with me!” She bucked her hips against her hands, careening out of control helplessly, exploding in a fiery orgasm that thrilled her from head to toe.

Paul stretched out his hand. But when he touched the field, he found it firm and resistant. He went back to the controls and turned the ion generator to 100%. Then he returned to the platform and pressed thru the field. Suddenly, Paul too was surrounded in dancing flame and thrilled by the touch of the ion spray. “It’s incredible!” he cried.

“It makes you crazy!” Anna exclaimed. “Wait till it burns off your clothes. Look!” Paul’s shirt and pants were both on fire already, but he felt no heat, no pain.

“I can’t believe it!” he said, staring at himself. Then his gaze rose to Anna. She was engulfed in the living flames, naked and beautiful, enslaved to her primal urges. She stroked her breasts and trim black bush, staring at him hungrily.

“I need you, Paul. I’ve got to make love or I’ll go crazy!” Together, they tore at Paul’s flaming garments. They fell away in rags and ashes and wisps of smoke and flame. Suddenly they both were naked and hungry, touching and exploring each other’s bodies like unknown life forms discovered in the heart of a volcano.

“I’ve got to have you,” Anna spoke huskily, taking Paul’s stiffening manhood in her hand. She fell to her knees and took him into her mouth eagerly. Paul gasped at the sudden, intense pleasure—and the sight of Anna’s full Italian mouth wrapped around his manhood.

In no time, Paul was as hard as a rock, his slick dick sliding in and out of Anna’s hot, wet mouth putting him on the verge of coming. Then Anna stood. “Take me, Paul,” Anna spoke huskily, stroking him manually, pulling him toward her. “Fill me up.”

“Oh Anna!” Paul cried, and embraced her feverishly.

They came together not as colleagues now, but as ardent lovers. Paul’s rock hard erection slid easily into Anna’s wet Venus-mound. “Oh yes!” she cried. “Give me your cock!”

“Oh Anna, I love you!” Paul gasped.

“I love you, Paul! I don’t know why I’ve denied it! Harder, darling! Love me harder!”

They rocked together on the platform, pressing back on the stiff wall of the containment field, bucking like young colts. “Yes! Yes!” Anna squealed. “It’s so good! It’s wonderful!” She threw her head back in ecstasy.

“Oh God,” Paul groaned, ramming his big dick deeper into his new lover. Snapping at her nipples, licking and sucking them with his hot wet tongue.

Then Anna’s moans became incoherent. She whimpered and gasped for breath, clutching at Paul desperately as she rose into an earth-shattering climax. “I’m there!” she sobbed. “Oh my sweet darling, I’m there!”

Paul thrust again, squeezing Anna’s soft round rear, and froze in sudden orgasmic tension. “Ohhh!” he groaned heavily.

At last the two naked, sweating scientists came together in a tender kiss, panting for breath, and laughing together at their double success. They lay together for several long minutes, touching, kissing, caressing. “Let’s go,” Anna said breathlessly.

Paul pushed on the wall. It gave a little, but refused to let his hand pass. A look of pure horror crept slowly over his face.

“Dear God,” he said. “With my body in here, the two of use must be absorbing too much of the ions. Without more power—”

“Oh my God, Paul,” Anna breathed.

“We’re trapped,” Paul said quietly.

“The system will shut itself down after a while, won’t it?” she asked apprehensively.

“Yes,” Paul said blankly. “But only when the containment field begins to fail.”

“How long will that be?”

“The plasma will burn for several hours. And the containment field will hold for days. But, Anna, the ion generator—at this level, it will run out of fuel in just a couple of hours.”

Anna gasped and clutched her breast, stifling a sob. “We’ll be burned to ashes!” she moaned.

“They’ll never know what happened,” Paul said quietly. “By the time system shuts down automatically, there’ll be nothing left of us. They’ll never even know we succeeded.”

At last, Anna began to sob softly on Paul’s shoulder.