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from The Place in Between
By The Grim Reverend Steven Rage
Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Rated "R" by the Author.

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Note: Steven Rage's books contains graphic violence, illicit drug use, non-consensual extreme sex, and potentially offensive material given the religious references.

 

TRIA



The Good Doctor teleported himself from his office at the hospital directly to the lab at home. Uncle Tug was waiting for him there with a pair of his favorite slippers and a red velvet smoking jacket. The Good Doctor tossed the Nehru jacket on the floor and shrugged off his shoulder holsters. He shot his lungs twice more before locking both 9mms away.

 

"Dr. Sir," Tug said, handing him the slippers.

 

"Thank you, Tug," The Good Doctor replied and put them on. He used Tug's shoulder to steady himself through the Uptown rush. "Tell me, Tug. Tell me about this salt."

 

"Dr. Sir. It all began when I was feeding the twins."

 

"I see," The Good Doctor replied. He listened to Tug's tale. At the end of the story he also said: "I see."

 

"I harvested and dried out some more tears," Tug told him and pointed the way, "It's over here."

 

The Good Doctor followed Tug as the chimp foot and knuckled his way over to the table where Trudge and Drudge's salt was kept. Uncle Tug already had a sample lined up, real thin and short.

 

"That small, Tug?"

 

"Dr. Sir," Tug said, "It is very powerful. Please be careful."

 

"I will, my Tug," he said to his foreman.

 

The Good Doctor snatched up a small pipette and snorted up the two thin lines. Immediately, he felt like it was almost too much for him to handle. He clutched the table, but it wasn't enough. He fell backward and into a chair that a quick thinking Tug had scooted into place just before The Good Doctor did his butt-thump. Tug got good and scared as his benefactor and lord seized rigid.

 

Tug patted The Good Doctor's face and called out to him. He heard not a thing. He was already on the other side...

 

 * * *

 

The Good Doctor found himself under a bright light. He was naked and strapped down to a gurney in the center of a cacophony of mayhem and violence. He was shivering with cold as he looked all about at the bloody spectacle. The Good Doctor had found himself immobilized and vulnerable in the midst of what appeared to be a full scale prison riot. The bad guys were winning, and by a fair share.

 

The Halfling that helped him dress for OR sidled up to him. Her warm red touch was so fine, so different from the brutality. While men were razing each other, whole limbs ripped off, shivs buried deep in flesh; she smiled so sweetly at him. The Halfling toyed with him and her eyes twinkled. They were in an oasis while the madness erupted. One especially unlucky prison guard was being gang-raped in his gaping neck wound. It must have killed him awhile ago. The coagulated blood had spread in a huge pool beneath the victim and attackers alike.

 

The Halfling lightly trailed her sharp claws down The Good Doctor's chest and belly, regaining his attention. It felt so fine. The trail of her claws split open spaciously. As they split, the deep scratches began to bleed. She, still smiling, made a tight fist on The Good Doctor's penis. She stroked him gently and expertly to a full throbbing tumescence. A small body part, a chewed off bit of an ear perhaps, rebounded off the backboard of The Good Doctor's forehead. He hardly noticed as he stared at the Halfling. She was in the muted half-lighted dusk, just beyond the circle of bright light. He strained to see her clearly. She stepped close to the gurney. She wanted to let him see her exposed and he was delighted.

 

"You are one of my true favorites," The Good Doctor told her.

 

"I know, Dr. Sir," she replied with sweet coquette. "You fashioned me so pretty, didn't you?"

 

"I sure did," he told her. "I pulled out all the stops on you."

 

"I am perfect," she stated simply and kissed soft his lips, still stroking, "and I know what you want, Dr. Sir."

 

With her other hand she showed to him what's next. The Good Doctor began shivering anew from anticipation. She was going to do the very mania he had always longed for.

 

"How did you know?" he asked with the biggest grin. He was excited like a kid waiting in the rollercoaster line. The Halfling just shrugged. She tongue-tipped her fangs, a twinkle, twinkle, little star in her eyes. "Well, I surely do love you for it," The Good Doctor confessed as she began threading the catheter deep down into his erect penis.

 

The pressure The Good Doctor felt was intense. A catheter placed to evacuate the bladder is uncomfortable enough when flaccid. One inserted while erect made tears fall free from the eyes of The Good Doctor. The Halfling filled the cuff with fluid. She grabbed a firm hold on the base of his shaft. Then she commenced tugging it up and down, bringing the inflated cuff toward the tip of his winky-dink and forcing it back into its base. She kissed him while she did this and whispered words of love and admiration. And when he was ready to blow, right there at the very edge of his ejaculate, the Halfling pulled it free with an audible pop. The Good Doctor came so hard he passed all the way out. Seeing her smiling and holding the balloon-inflated catheter was the last image he held.

 

* * * *

Uncle Tug was agitated. He didn't want to disturb The Good Doctor, but he did not want him to die either. Confused, Tug reverted back to his countless millennia of imbedded genetic memory and trashed the lab. He found himself in the midst of a paper and cotton ball confetti storm when he heard the old man stirring. Tug knuckled over to him, real quick like.

 

"Dr. Sir, are you okay?"

 

"The Good Doctor groaned. Sitting slowly and carefully up, he came to. He glanced down embarrassed at his crotch. His impressive geriatric wood was crumbling. He was surprised to see his tailored trousers were wholly free of his expulsion. He looked to Tug with obvious surprise.

 

"That is the strangest part, Dr. Sir," Tug told him, "there is no ejaculate. That's why I had to feed the twins with Billy."

 

"Clearly this is a traveling potion the twins have concocted," he replied, sitting forward, "but I do not know how it works."

 

"Can you use it?"

 

"Oh, most certainly, Tug," The Good Doctor replied. "This will sell very well."

 

"Yes, Dr. Sir," Tug told him, pleased. He knew as his master smiled and winked at him he had done well.

 

The Good Doctor rose gingerly to his feet, a slight wince to the rise, with Tug's help. He walked over to the twins and scratched them behind the ears. They giggled with glee. He tapped his ear and waited for her to answer. She did.

 

"3D? You must come to the farm, post-haste."

 

"Important?" she asked.

 

The Good Doctor smiled, evoking the charming Halfling and their encounter together. He tickled the twins chin. "Oh, yes," he affirmed, "Of the utmost."

 

* * * *

There is more than one of us now. I can sense it. It is vague, but present. Now there is an Us. The other is not with me in this shell, but We feel the Us out there. Somewhere. We shall strive to merge. We will be patient. There is no rush, just the intense desire to unite. The need to become is almost crushing in its want. It's nice here, though. Warm and nutritious, the liquids and spongy tissues are enabling us to grow and mature. Yes.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Reviewed by The Grim Reverend Steven Rage 11/15/2010
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