Author's Note- For those that are new the Fantastique is a futuristic recording of an erotic nature. This is a brake from my original work 'The Frau' which is a sequel to my fanfic 'Droog'. For those that are interested in my original works I'm under the penname MissStrange at FictionPress. Once the New Year comes around I'll be publishing a sequel of 'The Frau' call 'Fall of the North'. Enjoy!
Sam stared at the file of his 2:00 patient; right now it was 1:30. The patient was female by the name of Carys Welsh. The girl suffers from multiple mental problems one of them being a form of Munchausen syndrome. She firmly believes she's been raped multiple times after her parents died at 12. The doctors examined her after she claimed the fact only to find her hymen still perfectly intact. No tearing, no bruises, no cuts not even traces of semen. The girl was perfectly a virgin yet she still claims she had been raped. Other then the fictitious disorder she suffered from anxiety, depression, and on occasion violent bursts of anger which is why she was handed over to the good Dr. Samuel Loomis.
He looked up from the file to his clock, it read 1:50. Ten minutes before he could meet her in person. He stared back at the file without really looking at it. Personally he didn't want to be here, he had been feeling 'under the weather' since his second wife separated from him about a year and ten months. In public, most specifically work, he can pull off a smile and say convincingly that everything's going to be fine weather it be his patients or himself. In public places he wore a mask but in private the smile was replaced with a frown and the tears always comes along, sometimes uncontrollably.
If it wasn't for the prescriptions he wrote himself (under the name Travis Snow) he would have killed himself earlier. Sam kept his own 'under the weather' to himself as much as he possibly could. So far nobody has said anything. A part of him was thankful nobody found out but there was a small part of him that wished someone would know how much pain he was in, someone that will….
Sam looked up and automatically painted the smile on his face, "Well hello, Carys it's a pleasure to meet you," he said, shaking her hand. She was indeed a very pretty girl with brunette hair and deep blue eyes as the ocean. To him it was a pity the girl had to claim a horrible crime as rape in order to get attention when she could have any man she wanted. Most certainly not me, he thought to himself as he specifically remembered what his wife, Ginger said to him after he caught her sleeping with a 20-something in their bed, "You're not attractive anymore, Samuel."
Just when they sat down Carys held up her hand to stop him from speaking. "Before we do anything Dr. Loomis I would like it if you gave me your hand again." Sam cocked an eyebrow, it was a strange request yet certainly harmless. Through most of his years as a psychologist he had heard much bizarre requests then just holding out his hand. Thinking nothing of it he held out his hand again. She held his hand into both of hers which soft and for some strange reason….intimate.
"Is it alright if I call you Sam?"
"What….oh yes, you can call me Sam," he said feeling very uneasy. Carys closed her eyes not speaking for a minute. He felt something cold go up his arm then all the way up his spine. He felt like he'd been dipped in the Arctic. Finally she spoke.
"Sam, you wanted to be a psychologist when you were in boarding school. There was a girl by the name of Judy that you saw everyday sitting on a swing always looking sad so you wondered why and decided to talk to her. You were the first person she ever talked about her abuse in her home. In ten years you'll see her again."
Sam's eyes were wide with fear. He wanted to her to stop but he couldn't. Somehow she was keeping him quiet. The truth got worse as she continued, "When you saw her again it was when you finally became a U.S. citizen in 1960, the two of you got married a year later. It was all good until she caught you with…..Ginger."
"Stop," he said almost out of breath. She opened her eyes, their was a malevolence to them so great that his very bones shook in fright. "No," she said simply then closed her eyes again inflicting more pain in his heart.
"You divorced Judy soon after she found out. You told her she was too much for you to handle. Before she left she told you 'I love you'. A month later you marry Ginger. Judy was ten years, Ginger was 13 years. For 13 years Ginger never said 'I love you'." Sam looked down to the floor in shame. Already he could feel the tears burning in his eyes. He closed them tight hoping none of them would escape his eyes, hoping he'll get through this enough to go somewhere private and get himself back together….even though he felt broken for a long time.
As for Carys she was doing this out of pure spite. She had went through two shrinks, one ended up in a mental hospital and the other went to prison. She hated it when people called her crazy when she knew what happened to her was real and shrinks were the ultimate insult. After the death of her parents she was put into foster care were she was raped repeatedly by cult members that run the facility. When she was first raped an angel appeared to her saying she will always be pure until love found her. Apparently love didn't find her and not to mention hurt every time her hymen healed. It was as if her body was in denial while her memory knew what really happened. At least there were benefits to her curse, she could see into other people's memory, just like she was doing to Dr. Loomis. She was either expecting rage or fear but she wasn't expecting him to cry.
"Alright, alright, you win! I'm a terrible person and….now I'm paying for it every time I visit Judy at St. Peter's cemetery!" he yelled, not looking at her. She thankfully let his hand go but the cold was still there. At this point there was no hiding his sadness, she practically cut him open by force. The tears flowed down his face like rivers, it was very difficult to breath. "I….just wish…..God….would just let me die," he cried.
Oh holy shit, she thought quickly putting her hand over his eyes. He wanted to ask what she was doing only to fall into darkness. After she put him to sleep she got the tissues to wipe the tears from his face and dragged him to the floor. What she was about to do was another gift that was a little kinder then the first one. Carys laid on the floor right next to him. She held his hand and went into his dreams.
Carys was in a ball room wearing a white dress and carried a red umbrella. She doesn't know why she carries a red umbrella in her dream or for that matter in another person's dream but for some reason she carries an umbrella. The room was cheery with laughter and dancing except for the person in the corner who was getting severely rained upon by a small black cloud over his head. "Well at least I'm going to put this damn umbrella to use," she said to herself. She walked over to the person in the corner, he had his head down on the table hidden away in his arms. She could tell he was sad and lonely by how withdrawn he looked. She opened up the umbrella and held it under the rain cloud Once the man noticed the rain stopped pouring he looked up at her.
"Have you come to hurt me some more?" asked Samuel, his face was wet from the rain but she could tell by the red tiredness of his eyes he had been crying. At that moment she felt really, really guilty.
"No, I came here to apologize abut earlier," she said, the rain began to lessen its downpour on the doctor, the cloud was a dark grey instead of a black. At least he was getting better. "Um…look Dr. Loomis-"
"You can call me Sam."
"Sam….I didn't mean to hurt you. I just had enough of being accused of Munchkin syndrome."
"You mean Munchausen syndrome."
"Yeah that one," Carys said laughing, she was glad he was laughing with her and that the rain along with the cloud was getting brighter. They were silent for a moment staring at each other. It was rare for a man to look handsome at an old age. Must be the crystal blue eyes that bring out the rest of his face, she thought. "Well….do you want to dance?" she asked holding out her hand. It was very awkward but they did go out on the dance floor but they didn't get the chance to dance. Sam spotted Michal in the crowd watching them.
"We've got to leave," he said urgently as Myers started walking toward them. Carys wanted to ask what the rush was but saw the reason when she saw a man with a white mask coming after them. They ran through the crowd, Carys turned several times to find the man was still on their tail until they came to a red door. Sam let her go first then himself and closed the door quickly behind them. Sam relaxed for a minute or two then discovered they were moving.
"Where are we?"
"I think we're on a train," said Carys looking outside to the desert moving before them. It had been a while since Sam was on a train and they were usually never this luxurious. The cabin they were in was nicely decorated in red gold and orange but there weren't any seats. Instead there was a bed in the middle of the cabin. Being a dream he thought nothing of it until they went though a tunnel.
Once they were in the tunnel a feeling of lust came over them. Carys didn't really understand the feeling very well. What she mistaken for a fever Sam knew instantly it was arousal and he was trying to get out but the door wouldn't open. He didn't want to hurt her even though he hadn't had sex in a long, long while. Before the separation Ginger would always make an excuse on why she wasn't in the mood. Once he looked over to Carys laying in bed unbuttoning the front of her dress he couldn't help himself.
Usually when a man threw himself on her she would try and fight back but under this fever called lust she let him have his way with her. This was the first time she was actually enjoying what was happening to her. The way he touched her made her shiver in pleasure she never knew existed but that was nothing once he took her. Usually being penetrated would hurt but on this case it actually felt great. Every time he thrust himself inside her it drawn her closer to that moment she thought she never get to experience (in this case it was three times).
As for Sam it had been a while since he had sex and it was greater that she was enjoying it. As great as this was he had to let go. He let Carys on top of him so he can watch her body tremble in pleasure till the very end once he finally came. The heat of his seed so intense she threw her head back screaming in ecstasy. Once the feeling subsided she crashed her body into his kissing him passionately then darkness was upon them for a moment. Carys didn't know they were back into reality until Sam pushed her away from his lips.
"Carys, what are you doing?"
Immediately she got off him feeling embarrassed. Sam didn't remember what happened but Carys knew perfectly well but he might not believe her. She was about to run out the door not expecting another appointment from Dr. Loomis until he stopped her from walking out.
"Wait, don't leave. What did you do?"
"You will not believe me."
"Well whatever it is I want to thank you for whatever you did. It's been a long time since I felt happy. If you want we can have another appointment on Monday," he said with a smile. She couldn't help but smile back.
"Thank you, I'm glad you're not mad and again I'm sorry." Carys was about to leave when Sam pulled her to him and kissed her passionately. It had been so long since he felt special, it was a first for her. Once he let her leave he was wanted to go home with her but knew that was impossible at least for now.