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The Tyger
by Mistress X
:Tyger Tyger burning bright
in the forests of the night;
what immortal hand or eye
could frame thy fearful symmetry?:
Was on the chalkboard of Rob's literature class and he copied it down as
Professor Cutter continued to scrawl the poem over the greenish grey
surface.
:In what distant deeps or skies
burnt the fire of thine eyes?:
It was all a little odd. Rob had heard that Professor Cutter had
minored in literature which was why he was subbing for Professor Lyn but
they hadn't been on poetry so he knew it wasn't on the lesson plan.
Cutter was already a biology and chemistry teacher, Rob was taking one
of his classes, but also filling in for lit was a stretch.
:On what wings dare he aspire?
what the hand dare seize the fire?:
Rob noted the unusually stern expression on Cutter's face whenever he'd
catch a glimpse. He was usually a fairly blithe person, however he
seemed to take this seriously.
:And what shoulder & what art,
could twist the sinuses of thine heart?:
"What does this poem tell you?" Cutter called out to no one in
particular as he continued to write.
"It tells me someone couldn't spell or rhyme." Becky Harmon answered
back with a dull sarcasm. As the professor spun around his firm air
became one more of anger.
"No." he said with a sudden smile as if he were trying to mask his
momentary ire. "That's just old english." Cutter explained. "Mr. Blake
lived a long time ago, things were sometimes spelled and pronounced
differently than they are now." It was hard to comprehend rhyming eye
with symmetry Rob agreed but he had enough respect for the old poets
that he didn't say anything. "Ah, Mr. Alisar." the professor exclaimed
taking notice of Rob in the third row. "Are you as good with literature
as you are with chemistry?"
"Better." Rob answered shyly. "I-ah, I have a facility for it."
"So tell me Mr. Alisar, what is 'The Tyger' about?"
"Well the easy answer is a tiger. However I think it's more about God
and creationism THROUGH a tiger, a creature William Blake found
fascinating"
"Very good. Now if only some of your fellow students would simply put
forth a little thought." uttered Cutter as he went back to the board.
_ _ _ _ _
Rob sat on the stone bench around the university founder's statue trying
to study but couldn't help but being troubled by that whole event. "Why
would Professor Cutter, a strict proponent of the evolutionary theory,
be so serious about a poem about creationism?" Rob pondered.
Thirty feet away Cutter approached Becky with peculiar purpose. Rob
watched as they spoke curious about what these two would have to talk
about. Rob was like that, he was inquisitive about most things to the
point of near paranoia. Cutter was a slave to academia and Becky was a
spoiled party girl who hated teachers, Cutter in particular. There was
no plausible reason for them to be speaking. Rob however considered a
few possibilities, like perhaps they were discussing Becky's grades but
somehow he still had a grisly feeling about everything.
Cutter was a tall man; he was thin but there was something imposing
about him. Maybe it was the way people had to look up at him, maybe it
was the squared nature of his face? His recent bout of seriousness made
everyone, even Rob, feel that way.
Rob couldn't read lips but he made his best effort making out a word
here and there as the conversation degenerated into a mild dispute.
There was something about a lab and Cutter repeatedly referred to
something "o'clock". Becky disagreed to Cutters badgering but soon broke
down and could clearly be seen to say "fine" in a begrudging manner.
_ _ _ _ _
When Rob's next Lit class came around Professor Lyn still had not
returned and an official sub was now teaching. Rob was uneasy about her
continued absence as well as that of Becky Harmon.
Three more days passed with no word of them; Rob decided this was all
more than coincidence. He knew going to the police was the proper thing
to do but he didn't have any evidence and it was just the word of a
paranoid collegian against that of an esteemed professor. Rob knew Becky
Harmon had agreed to meet Professor Cutter somewhere and had
disappeared, all he needed was proof.
Rob had been sitting in the quad for forty-five minutes when Cutter
trotted by on his way to lunch; this was Rob's chance to do some
snooping.
He sneaked into Cutter's office leaving the lights off as not to attract
any attention. Several minutes of sifting through files and paperwork
led Rob to a lease to a small warehouse near the wharf. "Jeez," he
complained squinting his eyes in the dark. "He would have to keep
everything on hardcopies. I should have brought a flashlight." He used
the light from his cell phone to read the address on the form before he
heard footsteps in the hall. Panic set in as he rushed to put everything
back in order hearing someone working the doorknob.
*Ka-chunk*
The door opened and in strolled Cutter walking across the abandoned room
to his desk. "Ah, here are my reading glasses." he exclaimed to the
darkness. "That's funny," he smirked. "I don't remember leaving that
window open."
_ _ _ _ _
The number 1794 was written on the side of the all metal building Rob
noted as he sat shivering in the shadows behind a chain link fence. He
watched on for a couple of hours before a familiar car pulled up to the
warehouse. Rob retrieved his camera and took several snapshots of Cutter
entering the building under the yellow light of a nearby lamppost. After
a few minutes of observing lights and machine noises emanating from the
edifice Rob moved in for a closer look.
He tried to peek through holes in the structure but all he could see was
a figure moving about and fiddling with test tubes. "It's just some lab
Cutter's been using." Rob groused mentally. "No real sign of any foul
pla... Huh?" On a counter at the far end of the room Rob could see a
pink Prada handbag poking out from behind some glassware. It was exactly
like the one Becky had carried. He had it, the evidence he had been
looking for but it still wasn't proof. What it was was a reason to go a
step further; Rob's new plan was to return when no one was there and
break in in hopes that more definitive evidence could be found.
He lightly scampered back into the shadows.
_ _ _ _ _
"Mr. Alisar!" Cutter called out loudly as Rob jumped awake mid-snore.
"Did we not get enough sleep last night?" The rest of the class laughed
as Cutter turned back around to continue his diagram of a barium atom.
He raised his chalk to the board and paused. "Mr. Alisar..." he began
without facing the class. "Meet me here at 4:00. You can help me with an
experiment and we can discuss your sleep habits."
Rob was worried for a moment but then realized that whatever Cutter had
done to Becky, she hadn't been expecting it. Besides if Rob didn't show
up then Cutter would have been suspicious of him. Rob would have to make
the best of the situation.
At 4:00 PM Rob returned to the chemistry lab cautiously. He figured as
long as he was paying attention Cutter couldn't try anything. Then again
Cutter might not be planning to try anything, he had no reason to
suspect Rob was suspicious of him.
Over the next few hours the professor and Rob worked in the lab. Rob
tried to observe any unusual behavior but all he noticed was the
remarkable normalcy of the whole procedure. "That bastard." thought Rob.
"He's kidnapped or-or even MURDERED Becky and here he is going about
like nothing's happened."
"Now Mr. Alisar I need you to mix three milliliters of saline into
beaker number six." Cutter instructed staring into a microscope. Rob
grabbed the bottle of saline and measured it out into a dropper.
"God maybe I'm just wrong about this whole thing" Rob considered with a
tedious sigh as he positioned the dropper over the beaker.
*Whoosh*
A puff of white gas bellowed from the glass tube right into Rob's face
just before he fell to his knees. "Oh no." Rob heard Cutter say as his
eyes blurred and his elbows quaked beneath him. "Sometimes it's so easy
to mix up the labels on those bottles."
_ _ _ _ _
Rob woke up staring at an unfamiliar ceiling but he judged from the tin
construction of his surroundings he was inside Cutter's warehouse. "So
we're awake are we?" he heard Cutter say as he realized he was shackled
down naked inside of some sort of metallic tub with overhanging racks.
"What the hell is this?!" Rob demanded.
"You know Mr. Alisar," Cutter said as he walked into view. "You're not
the world's greatest detective." he flashed a shiny plastic card in
front of Rob's face. "You dropped your student ID in my office. Not that
I wasn't suspicious already; you've always been too curious for your own
good."
"What is this!? What have you done with Becky?!"
"You know, not long after I began my study of literature I came across a
poem by William Blake called 'The Tyger' as I'm sure you're aware. That
poem spoke to me, it spoke volumes. It was as perfect a composition as I
had ever read. Imagine the rarity of it a perfect work about a perfect
work, or at least close. You see God, if he does exist, is not in the
business of perfection."
"What are you babbling about?"
"Did you know Blake was also an engraver? That I think was his problem,
he was an artist. Artists always seek perfection but I don't think it
can be achieved without applying the scientific method."
"You're crazy!"
"No, I'm a scientist. God may not be in the business of perfection but I
am. That's why I adore that poem, its stab at perfection has inspired me
to create it." Rob stared up at the professor with notable contempt. "My
endeavor is to create the perfect creature, the perfect human."
"Christ you ARE crazy."
"My first try," Cutter continued unswayed. "was with Professor Lyn.
Unfortunately her body was too old to handle the transition. My next
attempt, to answer your earlier question, was with Ms. Harmon.
Regrettably her mental faculties were unsuitable for the intelligence
boost; her brain couldn't take it."
"You mad man! You killed them with these idiotic experiments!"
"That's why I was so lucky you came snooping around. You're younger than
Lyn, and your certainly smarter than Ms. Harmon." Cutter had a wild,
wily look in his eyes as Rob realized the worst. The professor then hung
several catheter bags on the racks above Rob's head and tapped them into
his arms and legs ignoring his protests. Cutter then poured a few
buckets of various powders into the tub around his struggling victim.
"Allow me to explain. The only way I could make this work is to break
your body down and rebuild it." elucidated the madman shoving a feeding
tube down Rob's throat. "These compounds are replacement chemicals
carbon, calcium, proteins, water, blah, blah, blah..." Cutter then
bolted down a clear plastic covering over the tub and moved out of
sight.
The catheters began to drip and a disgusting paste was forced through
the feeding tube as the tub began to lightly hum. The first thing Rob
felt other than an intense since of dread was nausea, then his skin
began to burn as he watched his body hair vanish into a steamy vapor. He
cringed as his insides began to cramp and his bones felt like they were
being crushed. His chest tightened and started to pound.
:And what shoulder and what art,
could twist the sinews of thy heart?:
He felt a tingling in his fingertips, he raised his fingers to see his
nails growing before his eyes.
:And when that heart began to beat,
what dread hand and what dread feet?:
Rob's head began to hurt and like flashes strange ideas began to flush
into his mind. In an instant he could understand thing that before he
could never have comprehended.
:What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?:
Fright turned to panic and Rob tried with every ounce of his might to
break his bonds.
:What the anvil what dread grasp,
dare its deadly terrors clasp?:
He stopped fighting when he realized his muscles were weakening. His
face was hot, he could feel sweat percolating through his skin all over
his body. Steam continued to stream from his body causing the plastic
bubble to fog up.
Bags inflated under the manacles to keep Rob's bonds tight as his
extremities thinned. His lower back broke contact with the tub as his
bottom swelled. As the muscle on his chest dwindled Rob looked down at
his curved torso to his off colored but suddenly erect johnson. His
balls felt tight just before a sensation rushed through his urethra. A
flood of cum erupted from his cock and evaporated almost before it
landed; he could feel his rocks slowly shrinking as they emptied of
their contents. Rob's body was wracked with two kinds of pain, he burned
as his parts shrank and disappeared, while other parts sorely expanded.
Soon the mist was so thick Rob couldn't see anything but he felt the
horrible changes continue. His insides burned like hellfire while
simultaneously tingling, and his little soldier suddenly lost all
sensation just before sending him an odd electric jolt. Rob experienced
a sore feeling in his chest as his nipples hardened; his skin tightened
as a weight built on his torso. His skin loosened up as he struggled to
make out the two shadowy forms in the steamy vapor hoping he would
discover they were something other than what he knew they were.
As suddenly as it had started the whole thing ended; the tub stopped
humming, and the burning ceased leaving Rob with a sensation of
exhaustion. He laid breathing hard the foul foggy soup as it faded from
white, to grey, to black.
_ _ _ _ _
Rob awoke again staring at the same ceiling. He rubbed his aching head
and realized he was free, but that was no consolation to what he soon
discovered. He sat up in the few grams of remaining chemicals and
removed the catheters from his now smooth arms. He ran his long shiny
fingernails up and down the alien body strangely underwhelmed by the
revelation. He rubbed his downy but still boyish hair and down over his
soft face. His thin elegant neck led down the narrow shoulders and a
pair of cantaloupe sized mammaries. Rob stared down at them in a stupor,
he gave them a gentle squeeze and giggled before moving on to his
hourglass waist and mellow abs. Then he noticed the most radical change
to his outward anatomy, his hard shaft had been replaced by a moist
velvety aperture. She crawled out of the tub and tried to balance on her
long new legs; she glanced over and noticed the tub was only part of a
large machine attached to several computers. As she noticed her clothes
on a workbench her head began to clear replacing the stupor with a sense
of intense rage. "That MOTHER FUCKER!"
She synched up her belt to a never before used notch and stared oddly
compelled at the strange device prior to putting on her shirt to the
protest of the buttons. "Hhmmm..."
_ _ _ _ _
Cutter strolled from his classroom to his car whistling and twirling his
keys when he spotted something interesting. A chesty, young, miniskirted
vixen sat cross-legged on the hood. "I've got some questions for you."
said Rob in a calm deliberate tone.
"I'm sure." Cutter responded with a self-satisfied grin.
"First of all, why did you let me go?"
"You're not an animal my dear Alisar... Hmm, that's just not suiting.
I'm going to call you... Ah! Alisa."
"Fine, but answer the question."
"I'm not some callus kidnapper, you were always meant to have your
freedom."
"Huh... okay, now on to the obvious question. Why a WOMAN?!"
"My dear Alisa, I thought I boosted your intellect, my first two
subjects were women. You don't think I was going to rewrite the template
just for you did you? That's a very time consuming process. Besides if
I'm going to create the perfect being it might as well be a being of
beauty and elegance. You seem to be adjusting well."
"That's because you not only boosted my intellect, you changed my
thought process. My sexual identity, orientation, and so on." Alisa
retorted as she waved at a stunned bicyclist just before he crashed his
cycle into a postbox. "God, looking at these guys now it's hard to
believe I wasn't always bi."
"You're not angry?"
"Oh pooh, why would I be angry? After all this is an improvement isn't
it? Now I'm going to need some money for shopping."
"And why should I give you money?"
"Blackmail."
"Ha! Blackmail with what? The machinery is too complex for the police to
identify and I broke down the bodies into base chemicals, you have no
evidence." Alisa slid off of the hood grabbed Cutter by the back of the
head and kissed him wetly on the lips. He was shocked at first but the
sensation was so pleasant he let it happen. *Snap* the flash went off
next to the pair's heads, Cutter looked over and saw a digital camera
held at Alisa's arm length.
"Now I do, If you don't want your wife seeing this I'm going to need a
couple hundred bucks for starters." Cutter reached for his wallet and
begrudgingly handed over a pair of c-notes. Alisa spun on her heel and
skipped off getting a few distracted collegians in trouble with their
girlfriends as she left.
"Hmm," grumbled Cutter. "Maybe I made her too smart."
_ _ _ _ _
The next day a new student registered for all of Cutter's classes. She
didn't take the first note she simply stared at him for the entire
session, every session. Cutter's nerves were frayed feeling her eyes
burning through him just as she was burning through his wallet. He knew
the blackmail was just to annoy him since a girl with Alisa's looks and
genius would have no trouble getting money, besides he wasn't paying
nearly enough to cover her tuition. She was trying to get some sort of
revenge on him but he didn't care, he had succeeded in a historical
experiment. Even if she went so far as to reveal everything to his wife,
even if she could somehow prove what he had done to the police, she
could never take that victory away from him.
_ _ _ _ _
Two months later Alisa approached Cutter's desk after class. "Well
another perfect test score." the professor declared with his eyes on the
paper and his feet on the desktop. "you know with your recent...
popularity... I'm surprised you find the time to study."
"You know full well I don't have to study." she replied taking a seat on
the corner of the desk.
"So what is it this time? You here to liberate me of more of my money?"
"Well that would only be fair since you liberated me of my balls, but
no." she countered sliding Cutter a card. "Meet me here tomorrow
afternoon, let's sayyyy 4:45."
"What's this, an invitation to one of your infamous parties?" he
inquired reading the address off of the card.
"It could be put that way. Your wife's going out of town right?" Cutter
sensed a trap, but he knew as assertive as Alisa had become it still
wasn't in her to kill someone and in his mind he'd already won. As far
as he was concerned there was nothing she could do to truly hurt him. It
was that inflated sense of self satisfaction that made him want to go.
_ _ _ _ _
Cutter made his way to the top floor of an uptown apartment building.
"This can't be right, this is the penthouse. She must be doing much
better than I thought."
He pressed the button next to the door and the chimes were accompanied
by a dulcet "Coming." The door open as if in slow motion and revealed a
girl, an open robe, and a very stressed set of silk lingerie. She
dragged Cutter's unresponsive body inside near a waiting flower petal
covered bed.
"Bah-A-Alisa?!" Cutter stammered finally able to speak. "What-what is
this?"
"Why it's a thank you silly. Because of you I have friends, money,
brains, and all the sex I want. I'm just giving a little back to you."
"But this is... I can't..." He was cut off as Alisa pressed her finger
to his lips just before sliding below Cutter's field of vision. *Zip*
"Gah!" Cutter suddenly lost strength in his legs and fell backwards onto
the bed. "Y-ah-you're really good at that... ah."
"I've been getting in a lot of practice." she responded in a momentary
break. Cutter clenched at the sheets as Alisa spent the next few minutes
with her face buried in his groin. "Mmm, a little quick but you're
bigger than I thought." she said cozying up and wiping off her mouth.
"Now this is going to be the deal, I want you. You do this and the
pictures disappear." Cutter weakly feigned reluctance before agreeing.
Alisa laid back and unhooked her bra, the restrained dimensions of her
breasts sufficient to remove the garment. "What are you waiting for?"
Cutter was tripping over his own feet trying to get his clothes off
before he climbed back onto the bed and slipped off Alisa's panties. As
he stuck his tongue between her thighs and tasted her womanhood she
threw her head back in a sexual fervor. She wrapped her legs around his
neck and rode his head like a stripper pole as her juices soaked the
sheets. Her breathing shallowed and she broke out in a sweat as she was
hit with one of the feminine orgasms she had become so familiar with.
"Mmnnng... That's enough foreplay." she said with resolve. "Let's do
this for real." Alisa rolled over and allowed Cutter to guide his baton
into her from behind, the more she pushed into it the harder he humped.
"Oh, oh yeah... so good... harder, harder!" Cutter's warm cock insider
her felt so good it hurt. He rolled her over and sat upright as he drove
her into the headboard with all his sexual might, her breasts bouncing
and sweat streaming down his body. "Harder, HARDER!" she continued to
implore; he had not noticed that she had become nearly motionless as he
did all the work. He leaned in and kissed her as his skin took on a
reddish hue. Veins bulged from Cutter's forehead as he released what
seemed like months of repressed sexual tension into her.
The professor collapsed onto his back huffing for breath as Alisa
crawled on top of him and kissed him about the neck. "Huh, huh d-do you
have a shower?" he asked as he realized he was laying in a pool of his
own sweat.
"The shower's broken but you're welcome to take a bath." she responded
licking her fingers clean of the filth she had retrieved from her
crevasse.
_ _ _ _ _
Cutter relaxed in the hot bath dreaming of the time he just had, his rod
still twitching. "Hmm, maybe if I take it easy we could go another
round." he pondered. He leaned over and pressed down on the leaver to
open the drain. *ZZZZRRRRRTTTTTT!!!* "Gah!!!" Suddenly Cutter found
himself unable to move and just barley able to speak. "W-w-wha...?"
"Neuromuscular incapacitation." said Alisa as she sauntered in still
naked and dripping. "I rigged the shower." She then went over to a
column near the tub and opened it up to reveal a secret computer panel
and retrieved a set of i.v. bags from under the sink hanging them from
the showerhead. Cutter's fear was palpable as he realized what was
happening.
"H-how?"
"I took the liberty of examining your machine before I left your lab, I
improved the design. I also used the cash you gave me as seed money to
play the stocks, it was absurdly easy to a profit in the thousands of
percents." she explained with glee. "Now hush I have a lot to make
clear. First of all your wife's trip to see her mother... a lie. I
already showed her the picture and she left you, it wasn't entirely
necessary since she's been cheating on you and it would have happened
sooner or later. Now my good professor time for a taste of you own
medicine."
"Why, I-I thought you, were, hap-py..."
"Oh I am. Becky and Professor Lyn? Not so much." she said plugging
catheters into his arms. She stroked a few keys on the computer and
Cutter could feel more electricity flowing into him and panic was
quickly setting in. "Oh and about that poem you were so fond of... you
were mistaken about its meaning. It's actually about the existence of
evil and guess what, YOU made her." One more keystroke and the tub began
to hum as steam erupted from Cutter's paralyzed body. In a matter of
minutes a small, soaked, fuzzy quadruped was in Cutter's place. Alisa
gave a wicked grin. "When the stars threw down their spears, and watered
heaven with their tears, did he smile his work to see? Did he who made
the lamb make thee? Ha,ha,ha. Aww you're so fuzzy, and much cuter now."
she cooed wrapping the sopping, baaing creature in a towel. "I guess the
joke's on ewe."
_ _ _ _ _
"Today on the show we are interviewing Ms. Alisa Roberts the inventor of
the most sensational device since the automobile." The talk show was on
millions of televisions around the world giving the first public
statements of the greatest mind of the twenty-first century. "So Ms.
Roberts how do you do it? This device has so many applications, from
replacing plastic surgery, to curing cancer, to lining your pocketbook.
Your body rebuilder is just remarkable. What was your inspiration?"
Alisa sat calmly across from the eager host in an expensive business
suit. She gently smoothed her skirt with her hands and answered. "I'd
have to give the credit to my college science professor."
:Tyger, tyger burning bright,
in the forests of the night.
What immortal hand or eye,
dare frame thy fearful symmetry?:
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