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The incredibly shrunken shrink
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[This is fiction. As in not non-fiction. Fiction. Got it?]
The Incredibly Shrunken Shrink
Dr. Neal T. Feeny was the chairman of some asinine committee set
up by the Markstown County School Board to "evaluate" disabled students
and accommodate their needs accordingly. Of course, having been taught
according to the old school, which taught that disability made you
necessarily inferior, with respect to both intelligence and common
sense, he believed firmly that all disabled students, regardless of
determination or potential, were necessarily burdened by the disability
in question. He strove to force parents to accept their children as
inherently helpless, and to have his flunky, Dr. Jason Gerry, talk
disabled students that their strength, intelligence and fortitude would
get them nothing but disappointment. Accept your limitations was the
catch phrase.
Cassandra had been a victim of this asshole. Now, at 25, she was
a newly admitted lawyer to the state bar association, a graduate of an
Ivy League school, married to a wonderful, "able- bodied" man and
striving to exceed her own expectations, which were higher than
anyone's, and certainly way beyond any held by the moronic shrinks of
yesteryear. Since her experiences at Markstown Elementary, however,
she had harbored a fierce resentment and desire for revenge against
Dr. Feeny. She recalled the letters the PTA wrote, trying to have her
removed from school. She recalled the interruptions in her classes,
when she was called down to the shrink's office for a talk. Why the
hell should a blind person need a shrink? she would ask herself. My
eyes are not functional; my mind is fine.
It didn't help her attempts to make friends, these requests to go
to the psychologist's office. The fifth-graders began teasing her, and
eventually, the chants and verbal taunts became physical abuse: kicking
and punching; sticking her with pens and sharp rocks; throwing lighted
matches at her; pushing her head into the sandbox; swinging jumpropes
that stung her face; spitting into her food at lunch; sticking gum into
her hair, etc. But Cassandra had long since forgiven them, though she
could not forget. But she never forgave the fact that Dr. Feeny had
the power to do something about it, and never did. She never forgot
the fact that he told her and her parents that her her parochial school
grades -- all A's -- were self-esteem tactics, not a real indication of
Cassandra's intelligence, and since Cassandra now had to learn to cope
with the real world, she would have to accept some amount of
disappointment in public school. Cassandra did better, if that were
possible, in public school -- at least academically. But through high
school, the stigmas attached to her by Dr. Feeny's actions and inaction
stayed with her, and she waited for the time for payback to arrive.
"Come in." Neal Feeny was tired. He was tired of parents who
thought they knew best what to do about their disabled children. He
was tired of the ones, especially, who attempted to treat their
children as if nothing was wrong with them, forcing upon them the
rights and responsibilities of normal human beings. These people were
in such denial of accepted knowledge about disability. He understood a
parent's visceral needs to have their child treated like everyone else,
but he wished they would realize the world was tough enough without
asking a deaf, blind or learning disabled child to act and be treated
normally.
The young woman entered his office with a strange smile; somehow
forbidding. A large black German shepherd stood at her side -- a dog
guide. "Dr. Feeny," she said, "It's been a while." "Cassie?" he asked.
"My friends call me Cassie. You will call me Cassandra."
"Cassandra. Yes. What brings you here?"
"Oh, I think it's my deranged, underdeveloped, inferior, bitter
spirit," she answered. "You know, the one that developed because my
parents had faith in me and encouraged me to use my innate intelligence
and skills to become successful, despite the inconvenience of being
born blind."
"Uh, it is the end of my day, Cassandra," Feeny said uncertainly.
"I made an appointment," she said. "Actually, I invited a few
others here with me." He looked at her as she turned and called "Come
in, everyone!" She was tall, busty, with long legs and perfect skin.
Her hair was medium-brown with red highlights; she had a button nose
and, despite being blind, green-blue eyes. He guessed that they were
prosthetic.
In came a paraplegic in a wheelchair, a deaf man and a female
interpreter and an apparently non-disabled man, who introduced himself
as Patrick, Cassandra's husband.
"I do not understand the meaning of this," Dr. Feeny said. "But I
had no idea of the scope of your meeting, Cassandra. In fact, I didn't
even know this afternoon's meeting was with you."
"All a matter of bribing your secretary," said Cassandra. "You
see, we have something very important to discuss. You wouldn't send us
away after all our trouble, would you? After all, our fragile egos
might not be able to take it."
"Your sarcasm is rather immature and uncalled for," Feeny stated.
"See what I mean about this asshole?" Cassandra turned to the
others. "Yeah, he's a real prick," said the woman in the wheelchair.
"Well, a real prick is what we need for what we have in mind,"
said the deaf guy through his interpreter. Everyone laughed,
except Feeny.
Cassandra and Patrick walked around the desk towards Feeny.
Cassandra tied her dog to a chair to get him out of the way. "What's
going on here?" Feeny asked as they grabbed him and looped a belt
around his arms. His arms were pulled above his head and the belt was
attached to beam in the ceiling. "Are you crazy?" Feeny shouted. "I
don't know, Neal honey," Cassandra said. "You've been saying so for
years. You're the shrink, right?" "This is insane," said Feeny.
"Well, everyone, you've heard the doctor's diagnosis," said Cassandra.
"Let's show him that we're bona fide."
The deaf guy said, "My name is Rich. This is my interpreter,
Sue. And she" he said, pointing to the woman in the wheelchair, "is
Lorena." "As in Bobbitt," added Cassandra, with a grin. "Oh, i almost
forgot one of our friends," Cassandra said, slapping her knee in mock
horror. "Gary, get in here!"
Gary came in. He filled the doorway. He was easily six four and
about 230 pounds. He was well-muscled, and he glared at Feeny. "This
is Gary," said Cassandra. "He has a particularly troubling
disability. He's a sex addict with a thirteen-inch prick."
Patrick shoved a gag into Feeny's mouth while Cassandra set about
cutting away his clothes with a large pair of scissors. "Don't worry,
Doc," she said. "I'm blind, but I know what i'm doing. And if I don't
. . . well, hey. Can't expect me to take responsibility for my
mistakes. I've been deluded by my loving supportive parents and my
accomplishments despite not being able to see. There can be no
responsibility without acknowledgment of rights."
"Well, he's rather unattractive," mused Lorena. "This is going to
be hard." She laughed at this, since she grabbed Feeny's penis as she
said it.
"Do your best, Lori," Cassandra directed. "After all, you have
something to prove."
"Yes, you're right," Lorena said. "We always have something to
prove because of assholes like you, Feeny. People don't hire us, fuck
us or become friends with us because you and your ilk keep spouting our
dependence on everyone and everything except ourselves."
"Here, Lor, let me help you out," Cassandra said. She pushed
Lorena's wheelchair closer to Feeny and assisted her in removing her
skirt. She had no underwear underneath.
"WHAT ARE YOU LUNATICS DOING?" Feeny sputtered, managing to spit
out the gag. Lorena grabbed his penis in her mouth and, fighting her
resentment, did her best to imagine a desire to make him come. He
responded almost immediately; for a crip, she sure could sock cock.
"Now, are you ready?" Cassandra and Patrick adjusted the height
of the wheelchair. Lorena grabbed Feeny's cock and spread her lips
with the other hand -- the lips between her thighs, that is, and shoved
him in. As her pussy closed around him, Feeny felt a strange, rough
sensation. "Aaaaaagh! What the fuck?"
"Oh, nothing to concern yourself with," said Lorena lightly.
It's very comfortable for me. It's a roll of sandpaper. Of course,
the outer portion of the roll is latex. I wouldn't want any of your
genetic material swimming around in me! There are enough ignorant
pricks in the world."
She began moving her hips, using the chair for leverage. "Here,
let me help," said Cassandra, and she forced Feeny to move back and
forth inside Lorena by cracking a whip against his back and ass, In
his attempts to get away from the whip and to pull out of Lorena, he
was trapped, unable to escape from either. Feeny broke out into a cold
sweat from the pain. His penis was being scratched raw. The whip came
down hard across his face. He screamed, closing his eyes. "OOps,
sorry," Cassandra said. I'm blind, you know." Everyone laughed. "I
can't hear you; scream a little louder!" said Rich.
Gary took the whip from Cassandra. I'll take over now," he said.
He whipped Feeny mercilessly, until his back and butt were covered with
red, angry scars. Then, without warning or lubrication, Gary buried
his thick, long prick up Feeny's ass.
The scream Feeny emitted sounded like a wild animal being
slaughtered. "Oh, my goodness, Feeny," said Cassandra. "You are
positively repressed. You need some deep probing to help you with your
problems."
For a few moments, as Gary shoved Feeny into Lorena and Feeny
automatically squirmed back from the agony, his tormentors were silent,
listening to the music of revenge. Then, Cassandra said, "So, Feeny,
tell me, did you get some sort of I told-you-so thrill when kids threw
matches at the poor blind girl on the playground, the girl who was
supposed to languish and forget her potential and look forward to
begging on a corner one day? Did it give you some sort of professional
thrill? Sorry to disappoint you, sweetheart." she jerked Patrick off
until he was ready to come. She took the load in her mouth and spit it
onto Feeny's head, face and neck. Rich stepped up and hopped on the
desk. "Suck my dick," he signed "and if you use your teeth, I'll have
Lorena bite yours clean off." Feeny was starting to cry. "Yeah, that's
good," said Cassandra. "Let those feelings out; cleanse your mind of
your fear. Accept your limitations. You're not a man; you're a
mouse. Let your tears emasculate you and show you what you really
are. Show us all. Admit it to yourself. Your life, your
accomplishments, they're a sham, because you were never cut out to be a
shrink. You don't know the first thing about the human mind and its
capacity to meet adversity and conquer it."
"Conquer this," signed Rich, as he shot s hot, salty load down
Feeny's throat. Feeny looked as if he were about to vomit.
"Now," said Lorena, pulling back. Feeny screamed as Cassandra
poured alcohol on his raw, red dick. 'Burn, baby, burn," she sang.
Loreana took a knife offered by Patrick. "I'm going to disable your
manhood,' she announced to Feeny. "Once your dick is gone, according
to your philosophy, your mind will go, too."
"Wait, is that his philosophy or Catharine MacKinnon's?" Cassandra
asked. Everyone laughed.
"Please, don't!" Feeny begged. "Begging the undeserving, inferior
disabled?" Cassandra taunted. "It won't be your fault that you have no
dick, Neal. It'll have happened via a chance circumstance, something
you had no control over. The world will understand. It won't really
matter. You'll still be the same person, at least inside. Your brain,
your ideas, your intelligence -- or lack thereof -- will still be
there. And if the world doubts you, there's always your parents. If,
of course, they're still alive." "And we'll be here for you, to support
you in your quest to be taken seriously as a whole person," said
Lorena. "We'll teach you how to shut out a world that pities or
despises you, and teach you how you can overcome all that, if you
believe in yourself, and ignore the advice of fuckheads such as
yourself."
"Please! he screamed. "I'll think about it," said Lorena, "if
you eat me!" Cassandra helped her spread her legs, and Gary shoved
Feeny's head between them. "Lick away, Shrinky-dink," said Gary.
Meanwhile, Gary balled his hand into a fist and shoved it up Feeny's
ass. Feeny screamed. "Well," said Cassandra, "I think he's getting
the idea."
When they were finished, they sat him down before a television set
and popped a videotape into the attached VCR. The tape showed Feeny
eating out Lorena and being fucked up the ass by Gary. Gary and Lorena
were not identifiable, but there was no mistaking Feeny. "Try to come
after us," said Cassandra, "and we'll send this to the school board.
There will be enough speculation that you'll be thrown out no matter
what happens. Oh, and one more thing. Keep us in mind the next time
you have to evaluate a student and his or her potential. We'll be
watching you."
As they collected their gear and prepared to leave, patrick
remarked, "You know, I think we've exorcised him. He looks rather
small and powerless when you consider the damage he could have done to
your life and your mind, Cassandra, if you'd listen to him." "He always
was small and powerless," said Cassandra. "Luckily, I knew that. Now
he knows it too."
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