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!
(Tuesday, morning)
"Doctor Janecek! You're here!"
"Goddam right, I'm here!" he snarled. He had been up all night last night with an erection that would not pop. He had yanked and yanked, instead of sleeping, and the miserable little fucker would never cum! Exhausted, he had finally dragged himself to bed, where his wife gushed with that smothering concern she seemed to have now. He had slept an hour when the alarm rang and he threw it across the room, breaking it. That had woken his wife, who inundated him with more concern until he was rude enough that she let him go back to sleep.
Three hours later, he had woken with that same damned fever -- and erection! -- and yelled at his wife for letting him sleep so late. The woman had been crying when he left! And SHE was the one that did not wake him! She was getting to be a real annoyance.
He had nearly run two jackasses off the road that simply could not drive well enough to get out of the way. A half dozen more fully earned the bird he flipped them.
And today was just fucking beginning!
"Yes, I'm goddam fucking here, Elaine! What is so damn urgent that it cannot wait a couple minutes?!"
"But ... doctor ... you're three hours late and--"
"I KNOW I'm three hours late, you little dimwit! *I* learned to tell time in first grade. How about you, Miss College Graduate? Hmmm?"
"Doctor, I-- I'm just trying to help. All six rooms are filled with patients and I thought--"
"YOU thought?! No, I don't THINK so. Thinking is not a right, it is a privilege for those willing to expend the energy to learn the skill. Perhaps you 'muddled' or just 'sort of felt around' or freakin' frigged yourself in some 'fantasy', but, no, you did not 'think'."
"Doctor--" She was determined not to let her trembling lip release the sob pent up behind it, "I thought that you would like to know that the patients are rather irritable. Having to wait."
"Well, see, you thought wrong. What may seem like a huge deductive chain of reasoning to you, going all the way from 'patient is waiting' to 'patient is irritable', is not really all that hard for those of us that can accomplish successful thinking. Do you understand that statement I just made? Hmm?"
The bull of a sob that she had successfully held in so far had just been smacked on the ass by the good doctor, and it burst out of its pen and got free.
"Oh, for freakin'-- ! Quit sobbing. You are a professional and need to control yourself! Or you can get out on the street! Goddam sobbing women!"
He pulled on his white coat and strode to the first patient room.
Elaine made her way to the lab room, her whole vision blurred with the tears that kept forcing their way out. She dropped to the floor, brought her knees up to her chest and choked out the warm tears that refused to remain penned.
Selena was walking by the lab when she heard soft sounds coming from the dark room. Stepping in, she located the sound as coming from the corner. Leaving the lights off, she stepped over there. "Elaine?" she asked quietly.
The poor girl opened up, letting everything flood out then. "He's (sob) a goddam (sob) monster, Selena! I did nothing to deserve that! I was only trying to help him keep from losing all his patients! And he treats me like THAT! I don't-- I don't-- I don't DESERVE that!"
She reached her arms out and hugged herself to Selena, her body racked with the sobbing.
"Easy," Selena whispered. "You're right. You don't deserve that. Dr Janecek has had some ... very stressful ... personal problems of late. That doesn't make what he's doing right, but that is the reason why he's--"
"I don't know if I can TAKE it any more. He used to be so nice. Now ...!"
"I know. I've had my feelings hurt by him several times lately too, Elaine."
"Why does he have to be so MEAN?"
"I don't know. I just don't know, Elaine. You're right, he hardly seems like the same person the last couple days."
"It's like some prison murderer or psychopath took over him or something!"
"I-- I'll tell you what. This is what I've decided to do. I am going to give him another four weeks, and if he hasn't pulled out of this, I'm gone."
"I don't know if I can LAST four weeks, Selena. He is just UNBEARABLE!"
"Well, if you can't, you can't. I'm going to give him that long out of loyalty for all the good things that he has done in past years. I am hoping that he will pull out of it. He's not really like this on the inside."
"I-- I guess," another round of tears broke loose, and Selena held her coworker through it.
"Hello, Rebecca," Dr Janecek greeted her as he entered patient room 1.
"Hi, Doctor," she smiled brightly.
"How are you doing these days?"
"Pretty well. My ankle has been hurting lately, and I wanted to make sure that I haven't fractured it or anything. I was wondering if you could schedule me to have it x-rayed at the hospital."
Janecek turned his back to her and clenched his clipboard. Damn her! Damn all these patients that wanted to tell him how to do his job! Who had gone to medical school?! Who had spent a fortune getting his degree?! Who--!
He turned back around, smiling pleasantly. "Yes, yes. Let's have a look at it, shall we?"
"Of course," she smiled, and slid back on the examining table. She brought her leg up so that the doctor could examine it.
Janecek ran his hands around her ankle slowly. "Does any of this hurt, Rebecca?"
The pretty blonde woman giggled -- giggled! -- at him!
"Oh, I'm sorry, doctor, it's just-- mmm! -- I'm sorry. I'm ticklish."
Rod kept his face pleasant. "Rebecca. Please. This is no laughing matter."
She managed to stop the ghost of a smile dancing at the corners of her mouth. "I'm sorry, Doctor."
"Does this hurt?"
"No, not really."
"How about this?"
"Just a little."
Roderick let her foot drop. If this woman's foot were fractured, she would have been crying out in pain when he just moved her ankle. Instead, she was in here, wasting his time -- HIS time! -- with fluffy little hypnochondriacal grabs at attention!
He walked around behind her and made sure his stiff erection was still positioned so that it would not show. While he had his hand there, he gave a couple quick pulls that felt good, but he knew from last night would not result in any payload.
Damn her! If she thought she could come in here and waste HIS busy time, well, then ...
"Rebecca, I'm going to have to ask you to remove your blouse," he said, walking back around in front of her.
"My ... blouse? ... doctor?"
"Yes, Rebecca. I need to verify that this is not distal swelling from a mammary lump."
"I ... guess ..." She slowly began unbuttoning her blouse while the doctor watched.
"Do you still own that clothing store, Rebecca?"
"Yes, sir."
"Do you carry shoes there? High-heeled shoes?"
"Yes, doctor." She finished unbuttoning and shrugged the blouse off.
"The bra as well, please. Do you often wear these high-heeled shoes?"
Blushing, Rebecca unsnapped her bra and removed it. "Yes, sir, sometimes."
There you go. The woman simply had sore feet from strutting around in high-heeled shoes. And she came in here, wasting his time, wanting to self-diagnose and get an x-ray taken, and ... well ... she just deserved whatever she got.
Janecek walked behind her, ogling her boobs. He had to admit, she had nice ones. Big, yet still youthful and perky. "You have a son, Rebecca? How old is he now?"
"Twelve, doctor."
Janecek reached around from behind her and cupped her boobs, causing her to gasp slightly. "Sorry, doctor. You just ... have cold hands."
Janecek snorted, then began pulling on her boobs. After several seconds, he began rolling her nipples around between his fingertips. If he couldn't get this erection to pop, the least this little time-wasting twat could do is give him some eye candy.
"Doctor?" Rebecca said, feeling very uncomfortable, "Are you sure this it he correct procedure?" She had been coming to Dr Janecek since she was in college ten years ago and mostly trusted him. But this was just very unusual.
Goddam her! Trying to tell him how to do his job again! The ... little ... cunt!
"Ow!"
Dr Janecek was brought back from his angry chain of thoughts. "Hmm?"
"Ow! Ow! You're hurting me! Don't pinch so hard!"
"Sorry, Rebecca," Janecek said, removing his hands from her breasts. "That is part of the diagnostic procedure. I needed to make sure there was no nerve damage there. Cysts and tumors can sometimes damage the nerves, and it is important to know if it is that kind of cancer."
"So?" she asked, worried. "Do you think this might be cancer somehow?"
"I don't know, I'll be right back."
Janecek stepped out of the room and walked to the now-vacated lab room. He pulled twice on his erection, which again felt good, but accomplished nothing.
He decided to have a little fun with his little opinionated patient. He pulled an empty medicine bottle out of a drawer and began drooling into it, tablespoon after tablespoon.
He was startled when Selena stepped up behind him.
"Dr Janecek, you really hurt Elaine's feelings this morning."
He stopped drooling, then turned around with a pleasant expression. "I'm sorry, Selena. I ... WAS ... a little short this morning. I will apologize to her later."
"That ... would be good."
He smiled. "Is that all, Selena?"
This was too easy. Every sense in Selena's body was telling her that something was still quite wrong. "Yes, sir. That's all."
"Good. I will get with her right after I'm done with this patient."
"Yes, sir." Selena stepped back out of the lab room.
This little cunt was trying to tell him how to run his office. She, who got all goddam high and mighty about his rape, who thought that SHE might have fared better against attackers, SHE was going to tell him how to run his office. Did she want his LIFE too?
"No, Selena," he whispered, "I don't think so."
Dr Janecek walked calmly to the refrigerators. One was used to keep specimens cool. The other was used by the staff to store their lunches. He opened the door to the staff refrigerator.
"Hmmmm, now which one is your water bottle, Selena? Yes, the one with the blue top. You use the same one every day, don't you, dear? Very, very dangerous." He pulled the bottle out, removed the top, then began drooling into it, tablespoon after tablespoon.
Finally, he screwed the top back on and shook it to mix the water and spittle thoroughly. "Yeah, you never know who might do something nasty to it."