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Subject: {ASSM} I WAS A TEENAGE FRANKENSTEIN by mandible
Date: Fri,  6 Dec 2002 21:10:04 -0500
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I WAS A TEENAGE FRANKENSTEIN    by mandible

  Adam kicked the door opened and shouted "Iggy!" He had a dead
person in his arms, a young kid. He had the presence of mind to
kick the door shut again. He shouted my name again, but I was
there already, grabbing for a pulse. It kicked once, twice, and
faded. I gawked at the green triple mohawk: the head under it was
crushed. Adam's mismatched eyes met mine.
  "Dead," I told him. "Head's crushed, a vegetable anyway. Why
did you bring it in here, and what the hell happened?" It was
like a horror movie poster, more than you know: Adam's ugly form
clutching a bleeding victim, the lightning outside, me cringing
away in horror.
  "Hit and run, right outside," he snarled, lips peeling back
from the big teeth. "Bastard was gawking at me, and ran the kid
down. Take him, I've got to get the skateboard," and he was gone.
Adam moves like lightning.
  I lowered the kid to the sofa, groaning at the bloodstains. My
dad might have been able to remove the crushed skull fast enough
to avoid the clotting, but only a full-scale hospital could
support the trauma this would bring. Oh, Adam, you bastard.
There's only one way.
  "You know there's only one way," he told me as he scrambled
back inside, a skateboard under his arm. "Don't waste time."
  "You get your wish at last," I told him sadly. "We can't have
this kid dying on us. You know what this means if anyone does."
  "Another damned soul, aw but Iggy, right in front of me! I
can't stand it," and he sobbed. I was already heading for the
refrigerator, and the mason jar labelled ALLIGATOR URINE. I
scraped out about four teaspoons full and diluted it with warm
water, watching it melt. I yanked the kid's clothes off and
filled a big syringe with it and injected the body in several
places, rolling it onto the floor. Adam caught on and started
CPR, pumping the lungs and pounding the heart, and I got the
defibrillator from the garage and hit the kid with it and she
convulsed and her heart pumped old Doctor Frankenstein's elixir
into her body and she came back to life. Immortally. Yeah, I said
she. Tits like little apples; the unflattering haircut had fooled
Adam.
  She was alive! ALIVE, ah ha ha ha! And her head was crushed, so
she was a zombie. Maybe not, it was mostly the back of her head
that was smashed; the person itself lives up front. "Adam," I
warned, "you're in for a bunch of work. Get her into the garage
and on the table. We've got to get the top of her head off."
  "Her?" he did a double-take. "Oh my God, whoever THAT is," and
tenderly scooped her up and shuffled for the back door. By now
you've at least partly recognized us: Adam Stein is Doctor Victor
Frankenstein's original monster, still haunting the world and not
much changed from his original appearance of a very tall,
leathery, and gray Eastern European. He always looked more like
Dracula than the monster, and yes, he did kill a lot of people at
first. He's a lot different now.
  Call me Igor, or Iggy like everyone else does. My dad was
Adam's dad's assistant, and boy, what a fruitcake he was. My mom
was from a good family, but stark raving mad; dad used to keep
her chained in the basement. Old Victor helped raise me and train
me, and when Adam came back after surviving the arctic, I was the
one keeping up the schloss and reading the old books, and I who
grew back his amputated right hand. We've been in America a long,
long time. I don't get any older either, since I used the stuff
to fix my hump, way back in the old country.
  These thoughts whirled through my mind as I peeled back skin
and sawed through bone, lifting the poor girl's cranium off like
a helmet, ugly mohawk and all. I used an atomizer to spray the
doctor's solution all over her naked brain, and every bleeding
place on her face, and watched. The bleeding began to fade, and
the swollen brain to shrink; I hurriedly replaced the top of her
head and watched the cut ends grow together. The bruising was
amazing, even her nose was swollen. I should have taken the ring
out of her nose, I thought, and maybe out of her tongue as well.
Lucky her head was in a clamp; her eyes opened and she made a
baa-ing noise. The rest of her body quivered, but she was
strapped down. "Easy, easy, you're safe!" I told her hastily.
"We're friends, you were in an accident, try not to move!" She
seemed to get some of that and quieted.
  "Wha...happen?" she tried. I smiled my ugly smile.
  "You were hit by a car," I told her. "My friend Adam grabbed
you and brought you in here, and we got you stabilized." I
frowned. "Listen, I lost my license to practice over doing
something like this once, and I'd like to avoid prosecution. Can
you hide out here for a day or two?"
  She couldn't shake her head, but I saw the motion.
"Mom...worry," she groaned. I groaned as well.
  "We'll go to jail if anyone finds out," I worried. "I operated
on your brain, for god's sake. Oh, don't worry, you were dead."
She wriggled in her shackles. "What's the matter? Oh, that's just
Adam." All right, I lied about Adam. His skin's funny-looking and
his eyes don't match, and something about his nose is just plain
wrong. He does look like Frankenstein's monster, and she screamed
and fainted. "Aw, shit. Oh well, saves anesthesia."
  "Iggy, they're searching house-to-house. There are cops at the
top of the street. We're fucked." I started panicking. At least
the girl would live, but they'd think we, er. Hmmm. "Adam, didn't
you say that Lydia girl left a bag of her bondage stuff here when
you split up? Go get it." Lydia used to tie Adam up so she didn't
feel so threatened by him. I don't think it worked. I got a
syringe ready, and poked the girl.
  "You're scared now, but after I give you this shot I'll be your
new best friend," I told her. "Just remember, it's for your own
good," I smiled and spiked her in the buttock muscle, "and
besides, it's drugs!" She gave a scared grin, which immediately
became a dazzled and stoned grin. "Now, you are feeling sleepy
and light-headed, and your eyes are heavy, and they want to
close, and as they do so you concentrate on my voice," with this
stuff in her she was hypnotized in seconds. "When I snap my
fingers, you're going to open your eyes, but stay asleep, you can
talk or answer questions, anything you want, but I will be in
control of you still, and when you open your eyes you will
discover that you like bondage games, all day long, you like
being tied up and you call every man master and every woman
mistress, and you are really happy and you are here for fun and
you are eighteen years old and from Baltimore and your name is
Daisy Bates,and if anyone asks you that's who you are and what
you are doing." We got the cheesy bondage stuff out and cuffed
her and put a g-string on her and clips on her nipples; she
grinned sheepishly and told us she liked it as we gagged her
before the cops got there.
  There were only two of them. One more and I think we would have
had trouble. Hanahan was the sergeant, and a patrolwoman named
Smith.
  They went through the house quickly, finding nothing. Adam
dogged them, telling them he'd heard screeching brakes but he'd
been busy. "What's through there?" I heard a man's voice call,
and Adam answer that it was the garage, nothing there, no really,
you don't want to go in there.
  The cops marched in and took a good look. "Godalmighty!" swore
the sergeant. The patrolwoman snickered.
  I had her on a rack, which would have looked a lot like an
operating table if you could ignore the girl in bondage. Neither
of the cops could take their eyes off her. She was wearing one of
Adam's wigs, and I prayed neither cop would tug it. She was
face-down but obviously topless, and the g-string made her
buttocks look really plunp. I'd been whipping her half-heartedly
with a little crop, thinking of old Victor's coachman and the way
he used to beat the horses, and she was giggling and calling out
"More, more! Oh master, beat me harder," when they walked in. I
looked surprised.
  "They're looking for a girl who's gone missing," Adam
announced. "They think she was snatched or something off this
block."
  "Well, this one's been here for hours," I told Hanahan. "And so
have I," and I winked.
  "I never saw so many perverts as there are in this town,"
Hanahan snarled. "You, girl, are these maniacs holding you
against your will?"
  "Well, sort of," giggled the girl on the table. "But I like it,
master."
  "Argh! Don't call me master!" Hanahan spat on my floor.
  "Yes, master," she said agreeably, and wiggled her buttocks at
me. I popped her one and she sighed rapturously.
  "Hanahan, why don't you go walk around," Smith spoke up for the
first time. Hanahan stomped out, fuming and fumbling for a
cigarette, and Smith asked 'Daisy Bates' a long string of
complicated questions, which I knew she couldn't answer, and the
darling girl made up stuff and agreed with everything she asked.
"You're into bondage?" she asked, and 'Daisy' shivered and
breathed "Yes, mistress," and Smith looked hard at me.
  "Is he a kind master?" she asked, patting the girl's arm.
  "Oh yes, mistress," she said, wide-eyed. "The best, I mean, I
think he saved my life." She smiled widely. She'd never be
beautiful but she had character. Smith smiled and popped her butt
ringingly with her bare hand. She pulled out a ticket book and
wrote something on a card, then handed it to me as she turned to
go.
  "Thanks for your cooperation, Mr. Fenster. Nice to have met
you. Don't mind Hanahan. Listen, call me if you hear anything
about this case." She marched out and collected Hanahan and they
went to the next house. The card had her name, rank, and police
phone number. On the back was another phone number and the words
'call me anyway.'
  I shrugged. She was cute. I might call her, but I wasn't going
to tie her up. Well, unless she really wanted me to. I AM a
gentleman, after all.
  "Is Fenster really your name?" asked the girl on the slab.
  "Actually Fenstermacher, but I shortened it. What's yours? The
cops never mentioned it."
  "Lita," she said. "Short for Estrellita. My grandpa was a gypsy
and we've got weird names in my family."
  "I didn't think you were really under anymore," I told her.
"Thanks for playing along."
  "You really did save my life," she said flatly. "One of my
eyeballs popped out. I remember. How did you do that?"
  "I'm a mad scientist," I told her. "Last of the breed.
Actually, I'm the son of a mad scientist's assistant, and you're
gonna think I'm braindamaged when I tell you which one."
  "Frankenstein," she said, smiling a bit.
  "Yes," I told her, and watched her eyes widen. "I am Igor
Fenstermacher the third, and my father was old Victor
Frankenstein's assistant, and they put a man together out of
bodies and reanimated them into a terrified and wretched fellow,
who did a lot of harm before he found himself."
  Aw, you're pulling my leg," she said. "Could you pat me with
that little whip some more? It felt good."
  "That's just the drugs talking," I told her. "You'll be
yourself again pretty soon."
  "So, you knew Frankenstein? I thought he was just in a book.
Aw, you're kidding me," and she grinned at me again.
  "No, really, Mary Shelley was less than a hundred miles from
Castle Frankenstein when she wrote that book. Of course, the
castle's a dump, and we actually worked in an old schloss twenty
miles away from it, but she knew the story already when she wrote
it."
  "Listen, ah, Igor? I'm really grateful to you for saving my
life and all, but don't stop spanking me yet, okay? Please?" I
grinned and patted her ass. It was a really nice ass, and you
could still see the policewoman's handprint in red on one cheek.
  "You're under a post-hypnotic suggestion to like bondage," I
told her. "It should be fading with the drugs." I spanked her ass
a little bit. "Nice cheeks, if you don't mind a man with a whip
telling you so."
  "Unless you sneaked into my bedroom when I was twelve and
hypnotized me then, I'm not under any post-hypnotic suggestion to
adore bondage. My parents think I'm insane, and they won't let me
get my nipples pierced, see?" I'd noticed them already. I
wouldn't pierce a set like that; they should be carefully nestled
in a soft brassiere.
  "You're a bit crazy," I told her. "Everyone your age is.
Listen, I haven't told you the worst part yet. Ever seen that old
movie 'Cocoon?' " I tried for a Wilford Brimley imitation and
failed. "Ya won't git any older, and yuh'll never die."
  "What?" she gaped.
  "You're Frankenstein's second monster," I informed her. "An
xray of your skull would be a scary sight for a year or two.
You'll heal like crazy and drugs will wear off really fast. Hope
you weren't a big doper, 'cause you're practically immune now."
  She shook her head, causing the wig to fall off. "Well, we'll
see about that in ten years or so. Igor, are you going to fuck
me?" She licked her lips at me and widened her eyes.
  She was about sixteen and tied to a table and full of dope,
although I was almost sure that had worn off. I shook my head.
"Practically never crossed my mind, kid." I patted her plump ass.
"Well, maybe a bit."
  "Would you go get the other guy then? Maybe he won't be so
nice." She wiggled her ass. "I finally get captured by a mad
scientist and tied up naked and whipped and drugged and he's a
gentleman and won't DO me! If you untie me I'll scream!" She
giggled and shook her ass.
  "The other guy is Frankenstein's monster, honey," I told her.
"Maybe you should get dressed and sit around with us for a while
- "
  "What's his name? Didn't he bring me inside for you to save me?
I need to thank him."
  "Adam is what he calls himself now," I began but she called out
"Adam! Adam!" and he came running.
  "Don't listen to a word Igor says," she snapped at him. "I need
your help desperately. Get rid of Igor first," I threw up my
hands and left. "Now, get that little whip and start on my ass
with it. Are there batteries in that dildo?"
  Adam was saying thoughtfully, "You know, I always used to get
excited when they chained me down, but nothing fun ever
happened."
  "Sounds like some of the guys I know," she began to tell him.
"Oo! There ARE batteries!"
  I closed the door and stood there for a moment, listening.
Adam's not like other people and he's very sensitive.
  "You're not so scary when you smile," she told him. "Can I see,
uh, the monster?" Clothes rustled. "Wow! No wonder they were
afraid of you. Bring that over here. Closer. You're teasing me, I
can't reach it!" They both laughed and she started making
enthusiastic slurping noises.
  "Does this make me the bride of Frankenstein?" she sighed.
  "Teenage Frankenstein," Adam told her. "Not unbound, though.
Don't stop now," and she made a slurping noise. I tiptoed away,
fingers in my ears.

  They were back there for hours, and every time I listened at
the door I'd hear something like this:
  ADAM: "You really don't mind my nose? It's so lopsided."
  LITA: "My best guy friend has a great big ring in his nose. It
got infected and flattened the whole side of his nose. It's just
the way he looks now, ya know?"
  ADAM: "Cool."
  LITA: "Got any nipple clips in that bag? I LOVE nipple clips."
  
  Finally they emerged, holding hands and grinning. "Aw, it's
like an old romantic movie, Adam. You know the one I mean,"
thinking to myself 'Bride of Frankenstein.'
  "You belong dead," grunted Adam in Karloff's voice, making a
thumb-and-finger gun at me.
  "Igor, I've got a plan," Lita told me. "Besides marrying this
big kinky guy and living happily for hundreds of years. You
weren't kidding about that, were you?"
  "You'll be around a long time," I told her. "Avoid getting
tattoos; they're a drag when you change your name. What's the
plan?"
  "Pierce my nipples!" She popped them out of her little green
shirt and waved them at me. They looked great. "And I'll tell my
parents I was hiding out because I knew they'd be mad. Then I can
be a bitch and refuse to tell them anything, and they'll get the
cops to settle down, and in a week I can sneak over here again
and let Adam tie my tits to something."
  "Sounds good to me," said Adam, kissing one of the tits.
"Except as soon as you take the rings out they'll heal shut.
You've got to avoid doctors if you can; you heal way too fast
now."
  I got an earring-piercing kit later that night and we did it.
Adam pinched the nipple flat, Lita moaned, and I jabbed the
needle through and fastened the ring, then we did the other one.
  "Ohh, this is great," she panted. "Now, Adam, show me your
bedroom while I get used to this," and he picked her up as if she
weighed nothing and carried her down the hall, and they were
really loud in there.

  That's the story: Teenage Frankenstein in Bondage meets the
Monster and Igor in Suburbia, and they all live happily ever
after. Lita's parents were furious and the police were horrified,
and they don't watch her any closer than before so she's over
here balling the monster every day. She's actually seventeen and
at eighteen she can do what she wants. We'll need a bigger
house...maybe an old ruined castle? She'll be the Bride of
Frankenstein's creation, and she is taking the self-hatred of
years off Adam's shoulders with breathtaking speed. She loves
him, and likes him as well, and I love her like a sister for the
love she gives my friend, and except for her parents everyone is
happy.
  And boy, are we going to throw a Halloween party this year, and
let her show off Adam to her goth friends. He's got the ugliest
nose ring you ever saw, just waiting for a chance to freak
someone out, and for a man who's spent his life trying NOT to
scare people, that's the greatest thing I ever heard.
  Happy Halloween, folks. Enjoy the freak show; it's called life.


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