Don't Shoot the "Messenger", Ch. 9

          He shifted uncomfortably in his chair. His wounds were still causing a lot of pain and earlier one of them had started to bleed again. She, “Alison”, had gotten extremely angry when she had seen the blood, but had carefully rebandaged the wound and tried to make him more comfortable. He sat there observing his surroundings. Today was the first day he had been allowed to sit up and it made a big difference. He watched as Alison grabbed the doctor and hauled him into the next room. He couldn’t hear what they said, but the tone and level of their voices indicated she was letting the doctor have it.

        “What are you trying to pull? You said those nano things of yours would heal him. He’s still bleeding.  I thought you were a doctor.” Alison was right in Kipling's face.  Mitch had been doing so well.  Seeing that wound bleeding alarmed her, she felt she had been making headway with him. The last thing she wanted was for him to relapse
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        “Ms. Perkins, I told you they take time to work, I can’t be clearer than that. So the wound began to bleed, it just gives you a better chance to take care of him and show him how much you love him. Now I really must insist you leave me alone. I have way too much to do besides worry about your boyfriend. You would be wise to remember there are bigger plans at work here.” At that, Kipling turned his back on her and walked to his lab.

         Alison was seething. She knew what he thought of her, they all thought the same thing, that she was only capable of following simple orders. Kipling and Hesser might have been big fish in Statesville, but they were just riffraff compared to Mitch. She stared at Kipling’s back contemplating what she could do to make him pay for his attitude. She suddenly thought about an ideal way to incapacitate him for a while. She turned around humming and made her way back to Mitch.

         She wandered over to him and carefully put her hands on his shoulders. He stiffened for just a minute but as she began massaging, he relaxed into them and leaned his head back against her. Alison’s body quivered as his head touched her and she couldn’t help moving her hips even closer in. “That’s it, Mitch, see, I can make the pain go away, just trust me,” her hands moved down his arms and then found their way to his chest. She was careful to avoid his wounds as she touched and felt his chest rise and fall beneath her hands. She couldn’t stop herself and found her hands moving closer to his sensitive nipples. She heard his quick intake of breath as she circled one and then the other. She smiled as she noted his body reacting to her touch. She knew Mitch was still a very virile man and right now she was going to do everything in her power to help him realize he needed her, not just as a disciple but as a true partner.

        Mitch had closed his eyes and leaned into her as she ministered to his comforts. She had such soothing hands and soon the pain in his chest eased. Then her hands moved across his chest and he felt a surge of pleasure go through him. Through half-lidded eyes, he noted his body’s response and sighed. It felt so good. Blasphemy! Mitch moaned as the word tore through his head. and he clutched suddenly at Alison’s hands.

        As soon as the moan escaped his lips, Alison knew something was wrong and then he grabbed her hands so tightly she almost screamed. “Mitch what is it? Where does it hurt?” She pulled her hands free and moved around to face him. His eyes were closed and his lips whispered “blasphemy”. As she heard the word Alison cringed. No! No! No! She was getting so close. She didn’t want his memory to come back, that would spoil everything. She tentatively raised her hand and used her fingers to slowly soothe his brow. “Shhh, no. It’s all right, you aren’t doing anything wrong. I’m just giving you comfort., I’m your fiance. It’s allowed to touch to comfort.” She watched his eyes open as she continued to stroke his face and he leaned toward her.  Never in her wildest imagination did she expect his next move.

        Mitch had been wracked by guilt with just one word, but then he heard Alison talking and her fingers felt so cool and soothing on his brow. What had they done that was so wrong? She was right, she had just been helping him feel better.  He gazed at her pert little face uplifted to him, she was worried about him and she loved him.   He reached and pulled her face to his and kissed her, as she had kissed him the day he had woken up. This wasn’t wrong. This was good. He felt something stirring inside. It was almost euphoric. She tasted so sweet and he knew if he wanted, she would give herself to him willingly. Yes, he would have her, but not today. He eased back as the movement had caused his wounds to hurt.and saw the rapturous expression on her face.   All was good.  She was his for the taking and no one else would have her, but him.  He leaned back and closed his eyes feeling triumphant.

        Alison sat back on her heels.   He had kissed her.  He had initiated it.  She watched as his breathing deepened and she knew he had fallen asleep. Alison stood up and touched her lips making sure once again that he had kissed her.  She began humming.   Everything was working.   It was time to make plans, but first, there was dinner. Dr. Kipling was going to love what she was planning for dinner. Of course, her main course would come after dinner. She checked her supplies. It was perfect. She had everything she needed except one item and she knew just where to find it. 

        A short time later, as she walked through the woods, she saw what she had been searching for.   She had been pretty sure she had seen them and there they were. Hebeloma Crustuliniforme, they would be perfect to teach Dr. Kipling a lesson.   She gathered them and put them in her paper sack.  Laughter rang through the woods and Alison realized she was near the beautiful house. She found the path and made her way to the clearing. It was an unusually warm day for early February and once again the children were out enjoying the sun. They were chasing bubbles and the big black man was making huge ones with a large wand. The children were giggling and laughing trying to pop them.   Alison sat down in the shade to watch the children play and her mind wandered to the kiss Mitch had given her.   Once again, she was caught up in her fantasy.

        “Ephraim, Ruth, it’s time for prayer. Your father is waiting for us."  She looked at her two wonderful children, Ephraim looked so much like his father. Dark hair and piercing eyes, he was a very serious and studious boy. Mitch doted on him. Ruth was petite and a bit flighty but she had her father wrapped around her little finger. She guided her children out to the terrace, as they joined the rest of his disciples. He stood with the sun beginning to set behind him, looking magnificent.

       “The Lord has given us a mission to rid the world of sin and corruption. He bade me go out among you and bring back his children into the fold. We have begun to rid the world of the blight that has descended on it. Look my children on the sinful town below us. They prepare for their nightly debauchery but soon we’ll descend amongst them like locust and decimate them. This I swear by the power given me by the just God”  

        Alison began chanting “Heed the messenger, Heed the messenger.” Her children took up the call and soon all the disciples shouted out into the evening “Heed the Messenger!” The look her husband bestowed on her thrilled her to her very core and she smiled as he came to her.
  
       “My beautiful wife, only you truly know me, without you by my side I could not have made it this far.”He turned to his disciples announcing “God has blessed me with a loving wife and children. These are my legacy, we will triumphant over the sinners and lead the world to a Better Tomorrow. Now go begin our work.” As the disciples left, he took her hand and led her back toward the house. “Ephraim, Ruth return to your studies. Come my love. It is time for you to once more give yourself to the cause.”

He led her into their home taking her to his special room. “Alison my sweet, disrobe for me your husband and master.” As she began undressing, he watched and her excitement built up in her.

“Hello. Who are You? Are you okay?”

Alison blinked sorely disappointed that her dream had been interrupted and found herself looking at the young boy who had been playing moments before on the front lawn.

Shit, she hadn’t meant to be seen. “Hi, oh I’m nobody in particular and I’m fine. Who are you?”

“I’m Sam. Where are you from?”

“Who me? I live down the mountain, I was just taking a walk and thought I’d rest here in the shade. You know you shouldn’t talk to strangers. I could have been someone bad. I saw you playing, where did the man and the little girl go? I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble.”

“It’s all right, she just needed to go to the bathroom and I wanted to play longer. Shaun told me not to go too far. But this isn’t far. I saw you lying here and thought you looked like Sleeping Beauty. My friend says Sleeping Beauty needs a prince to wake her. I was going to see if I could help.”

  

Alison was touched. She had been dreaming of her prince. “Well I’m glad you were worried but you really should get back before your friend comes looking for you. I need to go now. Be a good boy and go home, maybe I’ll see you again.”

“Okay, bye.” Sam ran back toward the house. When he reached the front door he looked back but saw that the woman had left. Shrugging his shoulders he entered the house.

She had watched him enter, hiding out of his sight. That was close, Alison. No more daydreaming this close to people. She made her way back to the path that would lead to Carlo’s compound. She knew she had almost ruined everything. It was a good thing the man hadn’t caught her. Darn that kid, my dream had been so good. But that’s all right, tonight I’m going to find a way to make that dream come true. As she was walking, she spotted another interesting plant Cannabis Sativa, she smiled and gather some to put in Mitch’s tea. It would help him relax. She wanted him relaxed.

Once she got back to the cabin she began making dinner. She took the mushrooms she had gotten earlier and cut up a small quantity that she would add to Kipling’s gravy. He would be indisposed all night. She began humming again

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Mitch woke up and heard Alison humming in the kitchen, whatever she was cooking smelled delicious and he realized it had been a long time since he had felt really hungry. He looked down at his chest, the wounds didn’t seem quite as tender as they had earlier. He must really be a quick healer, or that doctor had some miracle in his bag. Mitch carefully peeled back the bandage to see that the wound that had been bleeding now looked almost healed. What the hell was in those weird shots? As he covered the wound back up he recalled Alison’s gentle hands caressing his chest. It had brought strange but good feelings rushing through his body when she had touched him so sinfully. You Heathen, sins of the flesh are not tolerated in this house. Mitch cringed as the words reverberated through his skull. He saw a young man cowering before an older man with a cross in his hand. “No, father, don’t hit me, father.” The image vanished, but the fear remained. He didn’t understand. Was it a memory? As he listened to Alison humming he remembered her telling him they weren’t doing anything wrong. She said it was just comfort, it wasn’t a sin. He wanted to believe her. He needed to believe her.

Dinner went as planned. Alison watched with glee as Kipling ate every bit of the mushroom gravy over his steak. She knew it would probably begin working within the next hour or so. Mitch had even managed to get a good meal in him for the first time since he awakened. Of course, the gravy on his steak and hers didn’t have the tainted mushrooms, but some canned ones instead. She wanted the doctor to believe he had come down with some sort of virus as opposed to food poisoning. After cleaning up the dishes and carefully storing the remaining mushrooms out of sight, she carried the marijuana-laced tea out to Mitch. He was resting and she turned on the radio finding a gospel music channel.

  

He smiled at her as she carried the tea to him and sat at his knee reading from the bible. He liked when she read from the bible, it was soothing. As he drank his tea, she read and soon he started feeling so comfortable, he looked down at her and there was a hazy glow around her. “Alison? You said we are fiancees, that means you love me and I love you, right?

We’re going to get married?”

Alison kneeled up in front of him. “Yes my sweet Mitch, we love each other very much. Let me show you how much.” she leaned in and captured his lips.

His lips tingled and he felt marvelous. She looked so good to him as she carefully straddled his lap and began to once again stroke his chest. He felt compelled to move himself under her more, his body reacting to the pressure of her bottom so enticingly placed. Her hands were arousing him and he felt free of restrictions. The only thing on his mind was feeling her. His hands moved to touch her coming into contact with her skin, it felt so soft. She shivered above him and he saw how excited she was getting at his mere touch. In his fugued state his excitement joined hers. His hands moved beneath her skirt feeling her moistness through her panties and he wanted them to be gone so he could feel all of her. Suddenly she stood up and left his lap. “No, come back.” he pleaded. He needed her.

Alison quivered at his words. “Soon my sweet.” and as he watched, she slipped out of her clothes. She went to him removing the blanket that covered the rest of his body, she knelt at his feet and massaged and kneaded him as he looked on.

She was his angel sitting there surrounded by the soft light and she was making his body tingle the way she had his lips. She rubbed her soft body against him, sending electrical charges racing through him; he felt every touch like liquid fire, then ice against his skin.

He had closed his eyes as sensation after sensation rampaged through him. Then he felt her straddle him once more, only this time he was also inside her. She began moving rhythmically up and down and his overcharged senses reeled. It was heavenly. This was as God made them, Man and Woman become one. He erupted inside her unable to stop himself. He was floating in a sea of euphoria. His body was satiated, as in a fog he heard her speaking to him.

        “Sweet Mitch, this is good, this is right. I’m here for you always.” Alison slipped off Mitch. He was completely satisfied and content in his marijuana fog. She covered him with the blanket once more knowing he would soon fall asleep. She dressed, smiling to herself, it had been everything she had hoped. She touched her belly. With God’s will, she hoped she had made a baby, but she wasn’t taking any chances. She had several more nights, to accomplish her goal.