The nurse came into the room. It was the young one again, with her short, tight, sheer uniform and all. She had her head tipped downward, ineffectually hiding the small smirk on her face. That gave him time to shove the papers out of sight before she could notice.
The words flooded out of her suddenly, without pretense, in the hurried rush of a child who's worked hard to memorize something very specific to say, but is too embarrassed, or afraid they might forget their recitation if they don't say it the first chance they get.
"The woman next door has been soiling her bum."
"They'll cover your body with boiling cum."
The nurse shrieked quietly, though for him not unexpectedly, with a sound of mixed delight and horror. Her face lit up as if she'd been given a diamond engagement ring, while her eyes flew wide in almost mock dismay. The grin that crept across her face reminded him of a jack-o-lantern, at once both comical and sinister. She assumed the predatory expression of a hungry Cheshire cat who has cornered the Dormouse.
His own words had come out of his mouth faster than he could even think to stop them, as if he weren't even there. When it came to working his mouth, and sometimes his own thoughts, when he was thinking about saying or writing something, he was a spectator in his own body. Try as he might, he couldn't choke the words back. Of course he'd known it was coming. He always knew, without effect, or hope of effect. He didn't even know what he was going to say until he himself heard the words leave his lips.
"Sticks and stones," she said.
"Pricks like bones."
"Dangerous chasm."
"Fucking orgasm."
"Giving me fits."
"Squeezing her tits."
She smiled through the whole rapid-fire exchange, only just holding back an open laugh. Armed with just the right words to evoke just the right kind of rhymes, she was in complete control, wielding the power of a school yard bully or a vindictive teacher, with the same evil, addictive satisfaction.
The young nurse looked back out at the nurse's station, showing them her grin again, like the silent, toothy glare of a victorious lion cub, looking back at its proud mothers while standing over its first kill. She turned back to him, hesitating, as if working up the nerve to do something very bold. She looked back out at the other nurses one more time, drawing confidence and approval from her instructors, then turned back to him. Still just a little reluctant and self-conscious, she closed her eyes as she said the words.
"Do you need me to get her to care for that blister?"
She did't have to make it so easy. His affliction would have lead him there anyway, and probably with something far more creative, if she'd just trusted to luck. But with such lead, the continuation was obvious and unavoidable.
"There's no better place to stick cock than your sister."
Her mouth quickly formed a wide, gaping hole of shock in her face, which seemingly froze in place. He tried to hide his embarrassment, but there was little need. His thin, weak blood flow barely even began to flush his cheeks. It took no effort to hold his blank stare. That came all too naturally to him these days.
She played her teasing, torturous game with him a while longer, like a small boy pulling legs off of insects, getting exactly the sort of responses she expected, while squealing again at the occasional truly clever or shockingly unexpected response. She left feeling, he was sure, quite entertained and more than a little bit wicked. But not nearly as wicked as he, and he wasn't even in control. She seemed to have no sense or conscience with respect to how the ordeal affected him.
To banish the feelings, and the memory of the exchange, the verbal rape, he pulled out his cherished papers to continue reading.
Interlude 3 : The Alien Plan
The aliens came to this forsaken planet
Not merely to visit, observe or to scan it
They planned some revisions
How we make decisions
As well as our choice of the creatures who ran it
It should be apparent to any close reader
These aliens never said, "Let's meet your leader,"
Their plan, it would seem,
Was an illicit dream,
To make all of humanity into their breeders
This alien force was not some early raid,
From a large stellar battle fleet, poised to invade
Not part of an army,
These aliens, smarmy,
Were coming here to law enforcement evade
Thousands of criminals caught in the stars,
All sinister miscreants warped as quasars,
Were able to wrestle
Control of the vessel
Transporting them where they'd exist behind bars
To assure that they had made a clean getaway
Without any chance that for their crimes they'd pay
They came to our world,
Where their shuttle was hurled,
To start the events that you read of today
They came to our planet with resources minimal
To make it a base for ambitions quite criminal
They'd take full control,
Of each human soul,
By using technology that was subliminal
The idea of stellar assault is erroneous,
The actions you read of are purely felonious,
They came with a plan,
For each woman and man,
To kidnap our bods by exploiting our loneliness
Phase IV — Target : Mrs. Brown
Kay Brown was a woman of so many charms,
With generous bosoms, one could lie in her arms,
Full, red lips like wine,
That made a man pine
To furrow the fertile, rich fields of her farms
The Browns' happy marriage was certainly strained
For her part, she pouted, and whined, and complained
She'd mumble and cough
That she never got off
Cause the farmer did not keep his wife entertained
Now Farmer Brown's spouse was a rock solid fox
Built like a brick shit house that hardened all cocks
Old Brown was just nuts
Or maybe a putz
For treating his wife like a discarded box
The sex had trailed off when their youngest was born,
It was almost as if Farmer Brown had been shorn,
She tried to hold back,
Staying in her own sack,
So she often made due with a fresh ear of corn
But dear Mrs. Brown could not handle the drought,
She had deep, rich soil, needing more than a spout
She used her fine form
To gather some storms
Making certain her crops were well-watered throughout
Yes, sweet, hot Kay Brown had a lover or two
There was old Sheriff Jake, and that handyman, Lou,
There were Nate, Zed and Frank
Jack, Bob, Bill, Ed and Hank
And more than a few times an evening with Sue
Tonight Mrs. Brown slept alone in her bed
Believing this night would leave hungers unfed
When beside her Tom stole
To fulfill his role
In replacing the contents of his mother's head
Good Tom's youngest sis was his true love, a cutie,
While his mom, loved as much, was a sensual beauty
He surely could feel
Both had deep needs so real
Such that screwing them both was no crime, but his duty
With his mother before him, so soundly asleep
Thomas readied himself for his fate like a sheep
