Marina walked briskly along the pavement toward her nearest medical centre. The clocks had just gone back and so the early evening was dark and cold. She’d managed to get herself the last appointment of the day by saying she had an urgent medical problem. Passing car headlights glared angrily and people walking by Marina seemed to stare in her direction as if there was something odd about her. Freaky pains, premonitions, an insane sex drive and now paranoia. Is this what she was going to tell the doctor? She still couldn't remember the full details of what had happened earlier that day with her friend Jasmine. It was all a blur. But she did know she was now getting lots of heavy messages from her that she didn't know how to answer.
The electronic door leading into the waiting area swung open with a whirring sound at the press of the large grey button. There, a cluster of well worn chairs lay empty but for one where an elderly lady sat patiently with her arms folded in her lap. She looked up to acknowledge Marina and smiled warmly for a second but then suddenly her expression became one of fear and she quickly averted her eyes. Marina, slightly perturbed, paused for a moment before taking a seat at the end of the row, well away from the woman.
One of the consulting room doors suddenly opened and a small, young looking Indian man stuck his head out into the waiting area.
“Mrs Cooper?” he queried, looking first at Marina and then the old lady.
The old lady hurriedly rose from her seat and disappeared into the consultation room leaving Marina alone with the drooping plants and dog eared coffee stained magazines.
Twenty minutes later Mrs Cooper emerged. She scuttled out of the building with her head down, blatantly avoiding eye contact with Marina. After a few minutes the doctor once again emerged from his room.
“Marina Woodford?”
Marina gave a brief smile and followed him into the consultation room.
“So what’s the problem?” said the doctor as they both sat down.
“Err I’m not really sure to be honest,” said Marina sheepishly. “I’ve been having some pain, and sickness, and… a few other things.”
“OK, let’s deal with the pain first shall we? Where is it exactly?”
“Mainly my fingers and lower back, but I’ve been getting headaches too and vomiting.”
The doctor gave her the best sympathetic look he could muster for his last patient of the day before asking her about her medical history, stress at university and her alcohol intake. Marina started to feel slightly irritated wondering why she had bothered coming. What did she think he was going to do anyway? Just give her a pill and make everything better? A little pill wouldn’t cure what was happening to her. After a few more standard questions the doctor suggested he examined Marina’s back where she’d complained of the pain. She duly proceeded behind a pristine white curtain in the corner of the room, removed her top and bra and sat upon the examination bed. The doctor approached her from behind and began to examine her back. Marina jumped as his cold fingers applied pressure at various points down her spine.
“How does this feel?”
“A bit sensitive.”
“And how about here?”
“Yes that hurts a bit,” winced Marina.
“Hmmm, there’s some kind of small bump here,” said the doctor, pulling away the hem of Marina’s knickers, “is it painful there?”
“Yes!” Marina said sharply, feeling her annoyance grow. “So how about you stop fuckin prodding me and tell me what’s up?” she thought to herself.
The doctor pressed at the bump once more. Something in Marina flipped. The same feeling as before. Like a light being switched off in her head shutting out all the brightness and setting the darkness free.
“What the fuck are you doing you incompetent shit.” Marina said monotonously in an unfamiliarly low voice.
But before the doctor could answer Marina had spun around to face him and slammed her open hand into his face. Her fingernails, now with sharply pointed black tips like carpet tacks, pierced into the doctor's skin. She curled her fingers causing her claws to burrow deep and hook themselves into his flesh. Before the pain could even register and the doctor could let out a yelp, Marina thrusted her arm forward and flung the doctor across the room. His neck snapped and his back thudded hard against the opposite white plaster wall. He slumped to the floor with his head flopped to one side and tongue hanging out like some kind of lifeless rag doll. Marina sprang off the bed and landed in a crouched position next to the doctor on the floor. She brought her face up close to the doctor's, tilted her head to one side and savoured the scent in the air. The doctor moaned and slowly opened his eyes.
“So you like prodding and probing people do you?” said Marina in a quiet but menacing voice.
The doctor tried to say something but it just came out as an incomprehensible groan.
Marina turned her head to survey the room whilst keeping her body in exactly the same position. Like an owl examining its surroundings. She slowly got up, went over to a set of metal drawers, removed the contents and returned to the doctor on the floor.
“Men like putting things in holes don't they?” she whispered in a playful tone in the doctor's ear. “Do you like putting things in holes?”
The doctor gave out another groan, this time sounding more distressed.
“I think you'd like it if I put some things in your holes wouldn't you?”
The doctor moaned again, this time more of a desperate call for help. Marina looked down to her hand and then brought into the doctors view a set of large needles. The doctors eye's widened with fear and he began to hyperventilate. He began yelling as best he could on every exhalation. Without warning Marina stabbed one of the needles into the doctor's left ear. He let out an horrific yell as he felt his eardrum pop and a shattering pain splintered deep within his ear. Marina calmly smiled before raising her left hand with another needle in out to the other side of the doctor's head.
“Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnneeeeeeeeeeee,” he wailed just before Marina slammed this one into his other ear.
Blood immediately trickled from the site and dripped onto the doctor's pale blue shirt. Flashes of horrendous pain shot through his nerves like violent electric shocks. The room went silent for the doctor but throughout the overwhelming pain he watched Marina staring at him with sadistic satisfaction, like some kind of sick silent movie. Marina sat a while in front of the doctor admiring her work. She then looked down and back up into the doctors eyes. Then in another lighting quick move she had yanked off his trousers and boxer shorts and sat straddling him. She reached down and delicately scored a slit in her leggings and knickers with one of her talons before taking the doctor's flacid cock in her fingers and stuffing it as best she could inside herself. The doctors face contorted, first with confusion but then pain as Marina's pussy devoured his dick. Sweat poured from the doctor's brow as he screamed over and over again but was unable to move, paralysed from his injuries. His cock felt like it had been fed into a paper shredder. As if tiny cogs with razor bladed edges were turning and chewing into the sides of his man-hood ripping the flesh to shreds and mangling the muscle and tissue. Suddenly Marina sprang into a standing position taking the doctors cock with her. It tore from his groin and now dangled from her pussy lips like a useless piece of gristle. The doctor blacked out and the room went quiet. Marina stood a while breathing in deeply, savouring her victory. The remains of the doctor's cock flopped from Marina's pussy onto the floor. She looked once again at the lifeless body in front of her and thought for a moment.
Mrs Cooper wobbled as fast as she could back into the medical centre. She knocked on the consultation room door.
“I'm sorry doctor I think I left my walking stick by the side of your desk,” she said loudly at the closed door. “Helloooo?”
She knocked once more before slowly pushing the door open. As it swung all the way into the room revealing the scene, Mrs Cooper let out a gasp and frantically clutched at her heart. The doctor's mutilated body lay slumped against the wall. Mrs Cooper's walking stick was indeed by the side of his desk. Impaled upon it sat the doctor's head with a look of shear terror etched permanently onto his face.