Virus Alert
Written by WilloWisp
3.00 - Wounds, Old and New
I'm playing in my upstairs bedroom. I just turned six today, and I got plenty of great new toys to play with. It was a great party, but I was a little sad when Mr. Parson left so quickly. I guess he's really sensitive about his hair. I didn't mean to make him mad. He missed Dad's big speech, and I think it would have been really important to him.
I'm just taking apart the wrist-comp Uncle James gave me to get at one of the components for my project, when I hear Dad shouting downstairs. I hastily plug the tiny component into my homemade transmitter, and decide to venture out to see what Dad is shouting about.
As usual, the maids are waiting just outside my room. They're still wearing their party outfits, since Mom hasn't had them change back into their normal clothes. I like their party outfits. They look like swimsuits. They really show off how pretty the maids are. One of them... is her name Kate? She looks down at me, disapprovingly.
Sally, the other maid, speaks. "Young master Peters, the Mistress and Master were very insistent that your bedtime still be observed, even if it is your birthday." She pouts sympathetically. "We understand if you're excited, but we really must insist that..."
Time to test my transmitter. I click the switch on the circuit, just as the maid is reaching down to bustle me back into my room. A faint humming fills the air, and she pauses, an uncertain look on her face. It took me weeks just to decrypt Dad's security protocols, it had better work.
The maids both look very confused. Their eyes twitch, and Sally's eyes end up with one looking up and one looking down. The one I think is named Kate smiles pleasantly, and begins to recite.
"The grand old duke of York, he had..." she twitches. "Mary Mary, quite contrary..." She twitches again. "Come blow your horn..." I laugh. It's always funny when the maids get confused like this and say silly things.
Sally starts talking like there's an adult in front of her. "Yes Master, Mistress, would you like me to help you to bed?" She starts swaying as if dancing. It's a weird dance, but I can't see what it has to do with bedtime.
I leave the transmitter on the floor in front of my room. The range is pretty short, and I don't want them coming after me. I make my way down the corridor to the entry hall. I can't tell where Mom and Dad are, but it sounds like they're in the great hall. I hear Dad shout again, loud enough this time for me to make out what he's saying. "Where is she!?" He sounds really mad, but a little scared, too. I feel a little scared, too. Mom and Dad don't fight. I've never seen them even get angry at me.
I hear Mom's voice now, but something about it sounds strange. "You don't need her now, dear. I can be everything she was for you." She doesn't sound upset. She sounds friendly. I've never heard an argument like this. I tiptoe down the side corridor from the entry hall to the great hall. The door is open. My birthday decorations are still hanging on the walls, and some of the huge tables still have plates with half-eaten food on them. Mom and Dad are just inside the main door, barely ten feet from me. They haven't noticed me.
"Don't give me that! I don't want you, I want my Janey!" He grabs her roughly by the shoulders. "Tell me what you've done with her!"
"Sweetheart, don't you see?" It looks like Mom is smiling sweetly, but it doesn't seem right to me. "She's gone now, and now you can be with me. I can do anything for you." She wraps her arms tenderly around his shoulders. "I'll do anything you want. I'll do all the things she never would."
Dad shrugs angrily out of her hug. "Don't give me the sales pitch, I've heard it all before!" He sneers at her. "Janey and I never withheld anything from each other. We're in love, dammit!" She tilts her head, a look of mild curiosity on her face. Dad narrows his eyes at her. "Oh, but you can't understand that, can you? That's not something your..." he hesitates. "...something your brain can comprehend, is it?" A blinding rage overtakes him. "What the hell have you done with my Janey?!"
I look, frightened and confused, from Mom to Dad and back. "Mom?" I ask. She looks at me, and a look of delight washes over her face.
"That's right. I can be a wonderful mother for the boy." She turns to me. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, dear?"
A look of horror crosses Dad's face. "No," he whispers.
She walks towards me, her arms outstretched. "I can read him stories. I can tuck him in to bed at night. I can play games with him. I can even wet nurse for him, if you want." She's almost to me now.
Dad moves quickly. He grabs a knife from a nearby table. "You stay away from him," he murmurs. He rushes at her, slashing wildly. "Don't you touch my son!" he screams.
She falls, the knife having done its damage. Tears of terror and confusion well up in my eyes as I see her crumpled form, the handle of the blade still lodged deep in her neck. Her face is locked in a wide smile, her eyes staring at nothing. I don't understand what I'm seeing. "...Mom?"
I sat sharply up in my bed, and immediately regretted it. I hadn't fully recovered from the rushed surgery, and a flash of pain stabbed across my lower abdomen. I clutched the wounded area, wincing. Inwardly, though, I was grateful to have some physical pain to take my mind off the dream.
The nurse was in my room, apparently re-stocking my towels and bathrobes. First five-star hospital I've ever stayed in, I thought to myself. She turned suddenly as I sat up, a concerned look on her face. "Oh, sir! I didn't mean to wake you!" I noticed she was wearing a much shorter skirt today. I can just see the tops of her stockings.
"Nah, that's okay. It wasn't the best dream, and besides," I swiveled in the bed to sit on the edge, "I'm a very light sleeper."
She smiled pleasantly. Her uniform was unzipped to show off more cleavage today. "Not me. I sleep pretty deeply." I'll just bet you do, I thought to myself. "Let's see how my favorite patient is doing today." Her hips swayed as she walked to me. She bent over in front of me, her full breasts directly in front of my face, placing one hand on my inner thigh.
She pulled back my bandage examining the stitches beneath, and pretending not to notice my growing erection which was nudging her hand. "Well, it looks like you're already healing up nicely." She looked me in the eyes, smiling sweetly. "You'll be back to 100% in no time!"
I blinked. Could the installation have already completed? The nurses had already shown an enthusiastic bedside manner, but that was when there was a medical emergency. Now that I was recovering, and the crisis was over, I would have been categorized as just a patient, unless last night's actions had already taken effect - but that hadn't been anywhere near 72 hours.
As if in answer to my unspoken questions, her hand moved on my thigh... not away, but towards my stiffening member. "I just wanted to congratulate you on getting accepted here. It's a very exclusive school. We're very proud of our..." She unzipped her uniform a bit more, revealing the sheer lace bra underneath "Student body," she breathed.
"I like to think I got in on my talents," I said. I reached under her skirt, ready to strip her of her panties. She wasn't wearing any.
"Mmm, I'd love to see those talents firsthand," she breathed, her eyes closed in bliss. So, the installation had already completed... but was it just her? Her hand started to stroke the shaft of my cock. "Keep going at this rate, and you'll be fully recovered just in time for the new semester," she whispered, licking my ear.
I laughed. "They wouldn't start without me," I said.
"I certainly wouldn't," she grinned.
"Ashley, wasn't it?" She nodded. "You know, they haven't assigned me a dorm yet. Mind if I stay in your room?"
I knew the answer before she even said it, word for word. "Of course! I'm so glad you asked!" Her hand was moving faster now, but still gently. I was still recovering, after all.
"Why don't we discuss this after you've gotten undressed, and I've gotten some... pain relief." If nothing else, it would distract me from the throbbing pain in my side.
She smiled mischievously, and rushed to get out of her Nurse's uniform. "No problem sir. We want to make sure you're 100% satisfied with our pain management service." Casting the uniform aside, she stood, unashamedly wearing only her garters, stockings, and heels. "Would you like to do my titties, or would you prefer a nice blowjob?"
"I don't think my stitches would hold up for anything other than oral sex right now." I leaned back slowly, trying not to strain my wound. I closed my eyes, enjoying the gentle sensation of her mouth on my cock. Ashley probably wasn't the one, but there was no reason I couldn't enjoy the search, after all.