Harlot Fever

Copyright (c) 2000-2002 by Jafar

Summary: mind control, Mf, some ff, incest
A rabies mutation has an affinity for different neural tissues. Can we stop this disease before it spreads to every human on the planet? And do we really want to?

See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now.

Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this at home.

Archiving: You are welcome to discreetly repost or archive this, just do not change it, steal from it or claim credit for it.

Author's Rambling: This is one of those stories with -- egads! -- setup and development, so it takes a little while to get going. It's not all sex, some of it is a little more violent than usual (hey, it's rabies we're talking here), and let me know what you think of it.

Have fun!


3. What's Up, Doc? (Sunday, early evening)

Fear is like cancer. No, that one is too easy.

Fear is like the applause of an audience. It is a mysterious "voice" out there in the darkness, passing judgement on our performances. When it is the loudest, it demands encores, for truly fear brings about the very thing that is feared. And if your performance falls short, the audience will walk out on you, leaving you without fear, without glory, just standing in the cold, empty, echoing theater of the grave.

The demon of fear was clapping for Doctor Roderick Janecek.

"Please, why are you doing this? What do you want?"

The redhead giggled. "Why, I want your little pecker, sweetie."

The man in the shadows -- Roderick assumed it was a man, although it COULD have been the demon of fear trying to stave off boredom with tonight's interesting scenario -- held forth a knife that glittered much more than any knife had the right to. The redhead took it and turned towards Rod.

"Please! What do you want?! We can work something out! Please!" He tensed, fighting the bindings that held him tied to the chair.

"Give me a little kiss, baby." The redhead leaned in and kissed Roderick, letting her wet tongue enter, then dance around in, his mouth.

The man in the shadows cleared his throat.

The redhead pulled Rod's chin up and parted his lips with her fingers, then drool ran out of her mouth and into his. She smiled and tickled his adam's apple. "Swallow for me, baby."

Nervously, Rod's adam's apple bobbed.

"Oh, goodie! We're going to have to get you a t-shirt that says 'I Swallow'! Aren't we?"

"Please."

"Aren't we, Rod?" came the voice from the shadows, and the redhead froze.

"Aren't -- aren't we what?" Rod asked, his voice quivering.

"You swallow, don't you, Rod?"

"Y-yes."

"She just came in your mouth and you swallowed every bit of it, didn't you?"

"Whatev-- whatever you want."

"Do you want to swallow my jism, Rod?"

Several moments of silence dragged out.

"I said --"

"Yes! Whatever you want!"

"Not from MY weener, you fag!"

"Please! We can work something out!"

The nurses had all gone home. Rod had been closing up his clinic when a thick black cloth had been snapped around his head and he found himself jerked to the chair, where he was now tied.

"Go for it, Bambi," the voice in the shadows said. "Enjoy yourself."

"Please!"

The redhead brought the knife up again and reached for Roderick's crotch.

"Please!!" Rod shrilly warbled.

"Now hold real still," the redhead smiled.

For several seconds, continental drift outraced anything that Rod did.

He felt his belt being unbuckled and his pants being unzipped. Then the redhead worked the knife from the bottom of the zipper down his pants legs, cutting him free of his trousers. Next the sides of his underpants were slit to leave him naked from the waist down. He felt her warm hand pull on his nervous penis.

"Come on, baby. Get it up for me."

She tossed the knife back towards the shadows, then her head sank to his lap, where she sucked on his soft cock.

Rod's breath came in trembly little pants.

The redhead looked up at Rod, her eyes meeting his as her tongue danced around the head of his pecker. Finally she frowned. "Come on, baby! Get it up for mama."

Rod made a whimpering sound.

"Come on! Get it up!"

"I can't!" he yelled. "Please! Let me go! I won't tell anyone about this!"

"Of course you won't. God, this has to be pretty embarassing for you!" She walked over to join the man in the shadows.

"I'm-- I'm sorry! Please! I'm just so nervous! Please! Understand!"

"It's okay, baby," she finally said soothingly. "It's alright. Don't worry about it. It happens to a lot of men." She stepped back into the light and stroked the cock of the strap-on dildo she had just put on. "Don't worry about it. If you can't be the man tonight, I'll do it for you."

"What?" Rod saw the strap-on, then his eyes grew wide. "No!!" he screamed. "Please! No!!"

"Bend over for me, sweetie," the redhead taunted, stroking her artificial member and slowly pumping her hips.

"No!" Rod struggled at his binds. "Forgodsakes! No!" He began to sob.

The woman turned to her male companion and took a container from him, then walked towards Rod. "Baby, I need you to help me do you. I need you to --" She halted and wrinkled her nose twice. "Rod?! Did you make piddle?"

"Please," Rod sobbed, "Don't ..."

"Rod! Did you make piddle?"

Rod paused his sobs to momentarilly look between his legs, where a puddle of urine had collected on the floor. "I didn't--" he looked back at the woman, bewildered at how the urine had gotten there. "I--"

She was smiling again. "It's okay, Rod. I think it's cute that you can't keep from pissing yourself."

"But I --"

"It's okay, baby. Everything's going to be okay. But I need you to lube me up so that I don't hurt you."

"Noooo!"

"Rod. Rod, stop sobbing! Now we're going to untie your hands so that you can lube up my cock."

"Nooo! No! Nooo!"

"Rod! Now you can either lube me up, or I can do you dry! And I don't think you'll like that much. Or then again maybe you will, you teasing little slut."

"Pleeease?" Rod asked, his lip quivering.

The voice of Death spoke at his ear. "I'm going to cut your hands free. If you cause us any trouble, I will keep you alive for hours while I peel the skin off your pecker and open up your sack, whittle out your balls and feed them to you. Understood?"

"Please?" Rod squeaked. He felt the bindings on his hands loosen and drop away, then brought his hands in front of him and rubbed his sore wrists. He could actually fight back now, he thought, if he needed to.

"Rod."

He looked up and saw the container the redhead was holding out to him.

"Scoop some out."

Should he fight? His hands were free, but his legs were still tied to the chair.

"Rod, you can do as she says," the voice of Death whispered from behind him, "Or you can get fucked up the ass with the barrel of this gun."

"Pleeeeease?" Rod pleaded as he reached toward the container. It was hard to see past his tears to scoop out a gob of vaseline. "Please?"

"That's my good baby," the redhead cooed. "Now lube me up." She stood with her hips pressed forward.

Sobbing, Rod started to spread the vaseline up and down the strap-on dildo. "Pleeease?"

"Mmmm, baby, that feels good! You know how I like it! Keep stroking!"

Rod blinked some of the tears out of his eyes. "But?"

"Just keep stroking me. Mmmmmm."

Rod kept pumping up and down the woman's artificial cock.

"Tell you what, baby. If you stroke me enough to make me cum, I'll be too spent to do your ass."

"But?"

"Just keep stroking."

Rod redoubled his stroking. He had no idea how this was going to make her cum, but if it saved his virgin asshole ...

The redhead had her eyes closed and was slowly pumping her hips. "Lick it, sweetie. Lick the head."

Rod kept pumping her tool with his hands.

She opened her eyes and looked at him. "Lick the head, honey-bunch. You're going to make me cum."

Rod had no idea where this was going now. Was she crazy enough to get off on having a dildo stroked? Distastefully, he leaned forward and licked the thing.

"Mmmmmm, put it in your mouth, sweetie." She watched as he put the head in his mouth. "Yeeah, now look up at me. Let me see those gorgeous eyes of yours, sweetie. Yeah, keep looking. Now run your tongue all around the bottom. That's where it's most sensitive. Oh, darlin' you are one hot cocksucker. Mmmmm. I'm getting close."

Rod let her lightly push the dildo into his mouth and back out for a couple minutes. She ran her hands through his hair.

"Can you deep throat me, sugar-doll?"

"Hmmmph" Rod gasped around the cock as he felt her hands push his face forward, impaling his throat on her dick. "Nnnggrrh!" he began to panic and gag. She pulled back out all the way, and Rod continued to gag, almost vomitting.

The redhead began stroking her cock and shaking her head. "No, we're not going to make any more progress with this hole, are we, Rod?"

The man threw a rope over Rod's head, then pulled back, catching it at Rod's throat, choking him. Rod felt the chair slide across the floor towards the table. The man twisted the rope a couple times behind Rod's neck, then used it to pull him partially across the table while the redhead came around and tied his hands to the tablelegs.

"Pleeeease!!" Rod bellowed.

The couple came around the table and untied his legs, then spread them wide and retied them to the table legs.

"Oh, what a cute little ass you have, sweet cheeks."

"Nooooo!"

"I've gotta get you out to the beach in a bra and bikini more often, so that you can show that sweet little tush off."

"Noooooo!"

"You get me so hard, just thinking about poking myself into your little hole," the redhead taunted.

Rod felt her sliding the strap-on up and down between his cheeks. "Nooooo!"

"You are such a tease, sweet-cheeks! If you didn't want it, though, you wouldn't make me feel this good stroking up and down between your cheeks back here. Look, you're clenching. God, that feels good for me!"

"Please! Don't! I'll do anything! Anything!"

"Honey ass, you already have done everything. You've given me delicious head. You've deep throated me. I just need to cum up your asshole, and you'll be my bitch." Despite Rod's clenching cheeks, she placed the head of her cock at his sphincter and slowly started pushing.

"Nooooooooooo!" he wailed. "Please, you're killing me! You're splitting me apart!"

"Don't be such a pussy, babydoll. You know you want it. It'll make you feel like the real woman ..." -- Rod screamed as the head of the dildo popped past the sphincter, then she smiled as she began slowly sliding in more easily -- ".. that you are."

Once she was buried in up to the hips, she unbelted herself from the device and stepped back to admire her handiwork. The physician was tied, spread to the table, the twelve inch cock protruding from the ass it was buried in. She almost wished she did have a cock to stroke now.

"Well, that's it, Doc," the redhead giggled. "Thanks for a wonderful evening."

"Wait!" Rod cried. "You can't-- you can't leave me like this."

"Oh, I'm sure you'll shit that cock out of your ass by morning, Doc," the voice of Death whispered. "If you really want to, that is."

"Pleeease?" he wailed as the two intruders walked out of the office.

Then the doctor stood there, alone in the dark, abandoned by Death and His dignity, left with the nasty little snickerings of Shame as he waited for his staff to find him like this tomorrow morning when work began.

Tears forced their way out of Roderick Janecek's eyes and onto his cheeks in great huge hot gasping sobs.