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Subject: {ASSM} My Flatliners Rip (rache18us@yahoo.com) M/F, Medical, Rape, NC, Snuff???
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Disclaimer: This story begs for a rewrite because it is ripe for fun.
What I have written does not do justice to the words in my head. I
apologize. It is intended for adults only, resemblance to anyone other
than myself is purely accidental. 


Flatliner : An alternate vision
Fiction by Rache


November.

"God! It's the Queen Bitch herself" Ryan nodded in the direction of
Stancil Hall where Rachael McAllister was coming out the door. "Looks
like she got what she wanted."

"Oh? What's that?" Peter Hughes took another bite of his sandwich. The
two medical students were eating lunch on the Commons, as was their
usual habit. Both of them loathed Rachael and had agreed she was
definitely a dyke. In the worst sense of the word; she'd flatly
refused to date either of them.

"She wants to try and bring a lab rat back from the dead."

Peter snorted and threatened to choke on his lunch. Ryan clapped him
on the back hard, "Yeah, no shit. Zombie mice. She says she has a
method of stimulating the brain into regenerating itself, turning
itself back on."

"Can't be done," Peter said finally recovering. "Brain cells die,
that's it...Kaput! You don't get new ones and you can't fix dead
ones."

"Yeah, well, tell that to her."

"Right, as if anybody could tell her anything!" Peter laughed at the
thought. Disagreeing with Rachael was something most people avoided.


February.

"What's the big deal? It's a rat."

"It's not a rat, it's a mouse. And he completed the maze in under 4
minutes, Ryan." 

"So? It's a smart rat." Ryan looked at Rachael, trying to imagine her
deep brown eyes saying 'yes, I'd love to have dinner with you!'
instead of the inevitable 'Drop dead, asshole!' that he actually saw. 

"Do you take dumb pills?" Rachael brushed a lock of fine auburn hair
away from her face and stared at Ryan in anger. Morons, she thought,
she was surrounded by morons who couldn't see what was right in front
of their noses. "This mouse was dead for 16 minutes yesterday. He
shouldn't be running at all!"

"Oh, right. So this is your little zombie? So what? Oxygen starvation
probably left him with the only 3 brain cells he was using anyway; he
obviously didn't need the rest. Nice job bringing him back though, 16
minutes that's gotta be some kind of a record, huh?"

Rachael couldn't believe it. Ryan stood there grinning at her,
grinning and looking at her as if he had x-ray vision. She
unconsciously covered her arms across her 34C breasts, not very well
hidden by the lab coat she wore. "You don't get it, Ryan, he's the
second 'zombie' as you call it. The first we biop'd and found he had
lost only 8 percent of his cell tissue. He was down for 14 minutes
before we brought him back."

"Yeah, well I hate to rain on your parade Rachael, but 8 percent is
what separates people from chimps. It's a nice trick, but unless you
want to repopulate the rainforest with people, I don't see it." Ryan
was looking at the hem of Rachael's lab coat as he spoke, watching the
way it almost but not quite reached her knee. 

Rachael turned away in disgust, having nothing else to say to her
fellow physician-in-training. He would see, she promised herself. They
would all see. She would check the amino's, there had to be something
there she was sure.


April

"She's got it down to less than one percent Ryan." Peter unpacked his
lunch, enjoying the unusually warm spring day. "She did a rhesus 2
weeks ago, less than one percent degenerative tissue damage to the
brain, none to any other tissue that was examined. And you know old
man Hastings."

"Yeah, I know Hastings, he checked everything." Ryan didn't have much
appetite.

"Whatsa matter buddy, hate to see her win? They're already talking
about a Nobel Prize, can you beat that?" Peter watched as his friend
threw down his own sandwich in disgust. "Probably be the first Nobel
Laureate who could pose for Playboy!" 

Ryan didn't laugh, "She's a bitch. Fuck her and the Nobel Fucking
Prize. If she was so damn smart, why doesn't she try it her own
goddamn self? Then we'd see how smart she really is!"

Peter put a finger to his lips, "Shhhh...Shut up man, are you crazy?
She's hot property! The University loves her. The media is all over
her, hell she might even be in the running for God, for all we know.
You gotta cool it, wrong people hear talk like that and you might wind
up driving a taxi, for Christ's sake."

A few feet away the wrong person had heard it. Rachael was eating
alone, typical for her, and going over her notes on the rhesus monkey.
The aminos were working, but there was still a small inconsistency.
She would work that out soon enough, she thought. Just then Ryan's
outburst carried over the Commons, causing more than a few people to
look. First at Ryan, then a moment later at Rachael. That asshole, she
thought. From the first moment they'd met it had been obvious what he
wanted from her. She couldn't help the way she looked, could she? At
5'7" 110lbs, full breasts, narrow waist, round hips she knew that men
found her attractive. Her face wasn't perfect like a model, but even
so the slight imperfections only seemed to make her even more
beautiful. She'd stopped wearing makeup, or even fixing her hair or
nails. Why couldn't they just leave her alone and let her work? She
would never understand and she wondered if there wasn't a cure for
that someplace in her notes, the thought at least made her smile.


June

Ryan sat with Rachael in a small booth in Gino's, a local pizza joint
that served a lot more beer than pizza. "Alone at last." He said with
a smile, but inside he was more than a little confused why Rachael had
invited him to meet her here. It obviously wasn't a date, he thought,
she looked the same as she did every day. A simple blouse, simple
skirt, no make-up, she was trying to hide it but Ryan couldn't help
seeing her as he always did, a beautiful woman trapped in an ice-cold
personality. Maybe a couple beers would thaw her out, he wondered, but
even those hopes were gone when she ordered a diet-coke.

In the end it was a surprise for both of them how quickly Ryan agreed.
His only real question had been Rachael had chosen him. He knew there
were a lot of other people who wouldn't have minded getting in on
this, well maybe not that many he reminded himself, it was after all
murder. For Rachael, she was governed by reason as always. She needed
the best assistant possible for this test and like it or not, that
meant Ryan. The really good thing was that she knew he would agree, he
had to he'd challenged her himself in public and privately. To say no
would only have given her a bigger stick to beat him with.

Three nights later they were alone again, only this time there was no
music, or beer, or pizza. Dunsmore Hall was empty, most students
already packing for the trip home. Summer vacation started for the
majority in barely a week, nobody was thinking about doing lab work.
Rachael undressed, stripping quickly down to her plain white underwear
and bra. She caught Ryan looking at her out of the corner of his eye
and cursed under her breath. Rachael stood up straight, "Go ahead, get
a good look Ryan. Get it all out of your system, ok? I don't want any
screwups, understand?"

Ryan nodded and felt his face flushing with blood. Uh, yeah,
Rachael...Sorry...uh, everything is fine.... I'm almost finished
here." Goddamn that bitch, he thought to himself. Get a good look
Ryan, he mimic'd silently in his head, get a good look and then forget
it because it's the last look! He'd seen it in her eyes, the way she
looked at him like he wasn't even worthy of looking at her wonderful
bod. Well fuck her. 

Ryan finished setting up the materials he would need. First to kill
her, then to monitor her body as he injected her with the drugs she
had been working on. He would wait 12 minutes before injecting her,
then she had told him it would be about 4-6 minutes before he could
revive her with a second injection directly into her heart. It had
worked perfectly on a dozen monkeys the last month and she was
confident it would work just as well on her. Ryan hoped so, for the
first time the actual realization that he would technically be
murdering Rachael McAllister was beginning to dawn on him.

Rachael lay down on the table while Ryan connected her to the machines
that would monitor her body and brain functions. He was careful not to
touch her except in the most clinical way, the look in her eyes told
him it would not be wise to try anything foolish like and 'accidental'
brush. He double-checked everything to make sure it was ready and
started the two camcorders that would record the process. Rachael
herself had left detailed notes, explaining what she was attempting
and the procedures involved. Ryan approached her with the mask, which
would put her to sleep first, then within 3 or 4 minutes stop her
heart. He looked into her eyes and he could see she was more than a
little afraid.

"Are you ok Rachael? Do you want to stop?" he asked her gently.

"No," she whispered. "Don't stop....I'm ready."

Ryan placed the mask over her nose and mouth and started the flow of
gas into her lungs. Rachael tried to calm herself; she could hear her
heart on the monitor and feel it beating fast within her chest. She
breathed the cool, flavorless gas and began to feel drowsy, so quickly
she did not notice sleep when it took her.

Ryan watched as her heart rate slowed, her breathing became shallow.
He placed his stethoscope against her breast and listened. The beating
was growing weak, irregular and finally nothing at all. Her chest
stopped mid-rise and he pulled the mask away from her face, listening
to the faint his. He shut off the supply and checked his watch. 12
minutes, he thought. He checked and double-checked the injection to
ensure it was ready. No air bubbles, he tapped it gently before
capping it and laying it on the tray.

Ryan looked at Rachael as she lay there, 12 minutes.....Time enough
for? The thought was forming in his head, or had it been there
already. She was dead after all; she wouldn't know what was going on.
The video, oh he'd almost forgotten. Well, what of it? 11 minutes.
What could she do? Scream rape? Hardly, Nobel Prize or not this wasn't
something anyone would want made public. Ryan reached out and began
massaging Rachael's left breast. So warm, so full and firm. God! He
pulled the strap off her shoulder and lowered the cup so he could see
the dark of her nipple. He squeezed her breast and ran his thumb
across the rubbery nub of flesh. He did the same to the other breast,
exploring her with both hands before bending his mouth to take one
between his lips.

Ryan's cock was throbbing in his pants and he unzipped himself,
kicking off his shoes so he could remove his trousers completely. His
cock stood out straight and strong and he massaged it while he looked
at Rachael's beautiful dead body. She didn't look dead, he glanced at
the monitor, but she was. He looked at his watch, shit 8 minutes. Not
very much time. Ryan hooked his thumbs under the waistband of
Rachael's panties and began pulling them down. He popped off two small
monitors in the process, lifting her legs and slipping her underwear
off her feet. He looked at the dead girl's sex, a light covering of
reddish hair barely hid the protrusion of her labia and hooded clit.
He slipped his hands between her still warm thighs and cupped her
vagina, rubbing it gently. A small trickle of wetness, her urine
seeped through but Ryan didn't mind. She was wet, just as he imagined
her so many times alone at night. He moved his mouth and began
licking, sucking Rachael's pussy. He moved her legs so that she was
spread wide and he pulled her labia apart with his fingers. She was
tight and pink inside, he slid a finger in and felt....Rachael's
hymen.

Oh, baby! It figures, Ryan said to himself, are we in for a treat! He
looked at his watch again, 4 minutes. Where was the time going he
wondered, this was too fast, way too fast. He climbed up on the table
with her and moved her legs so that they rested on his broad
shoulders. He rubbed the head of his swollen cock up and down her
tender slit; he slowly fit the head inside and began a long gentle
push into Rachael's dead vagina. He felt the thin wall of her hymen
when he was a barely halfway inside and he leaned down to kiss the
lifeless girl. Ryan pushed his tongue inside Rachael's mouth, probing
and tasting her, sucking her own tongue into his mouth. Ryan thrust
forward, gripping the table with Rachael's long legs bent at the knees
around his biceps. Rachael's body rocked forward, letting his cockhead
tear through her virginity and slide deeply into her womb. She was so
tight around Ryan's cock, gripping him and he felt a sudden wetness
from her blood. It would not flow very much, but it would not clot
either he knew, not until he brought her back to life.

Back to life! Ryan wanted to look at his watch, but he was rocking her
now, fucking Rachael as if she were a doll made for his cock. She made
now sound except an occasional gasp as his motion forced some of the
remaining air out of her lungs. His cock was welling, expanding
against the tightness of Rachael's once virgin sex. He could feel her
body gripping him and he bent to kiss her again as his cock exploded
deep inside the dead girl. His balls contracted and emptied his sperm,
splashing against her cervix and filling her with liquid fire. For
Ryan it was the best orgasm of his life, the fuck of a lifetime. For
Rachael there was nothing, her eyes were closed and her body did not
register the event in anyway, except one.

Ryan collapsed on Rachael's body, feeling her breasts against his
chest. He kissed her repeatedly, feeling his cock now surrounded by
his ejaculate. He moved it slowly back and forth, enjoying the feeling
before remembering to look at the time. Shit! 14 minutes! He was
already late! He got off of Rachael's body and rolled her onto her
side, moving her legs so she would remain in that position. Ryan
reached for the syringe, 15 minutes, it wasn't too late. No she would
be fine, he told himself. He made a conscious effort to steady his
hand, poising it just above the spinal column at the base of the
skull; he needed to inject the drug into her brain itself. He held his
breath as he prepared to push, then a thought paused him. What
if...What if I don't inject her? Ryan thought. What if she never wakes
up? His mind went over the ramifications, the possibilities of getting
away with murder. Nobody knew he was here, did they? She had left
notes saying she was going to do it; he tried to remember if she'd
mentioned his name in them. Probably not, but that could be fixed
anyway. He had all night to clean everything up. He was in a lab,
weird things happen in labs all the time. People get careless,
familiarity breeds contempt. She was so hot for this project, who
knows what she was trying to do.

Ryan set the syringe down and smiled. He double-checked the video
cameras, he wanted to make sure he got some nice close ups when he
taught her everything he knew about sex. A virgin! Damn, he laughed,
it figured!


The end.

There are a lot of possible endings for this story and all of them had
appeal, but honestly, I got tired of typing. So I ended it here.

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