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[M4F] [Script Offer] Patronage [Historical], [Victorian], [Jekyll and Hyde] [Fanfiction]; [Switch], [MDom], [Hatefuck], [DARK], [RAPE], [Spanking], [Rough], some [Medical Talk]; [Forced Philanthropy], [Social Justice]. [It’s all right, I’m a doctor!]

Very loosely based on the original. XD Based more on the musical-verse than anything else.

SUMMARY: Dr.Jekyll tried to present his paper about the separation of the good and the evil in a person to the hospital board, and it was not received well. Being one of the principal benefactors of the hospital and appalled like everyone else, you decided to withdraw your support, and the said doctor, humble and contrite, comes to beg you not to…

About 1 300 words. Changes and improvisation are welcome, as long as the spirit is kept!

TRIGGERS AND WARNINGS: Dark! Rape! Death threats, too, Hyde being Hyde. I do not condone murder, nor do I fantasize about it. As Avalon puts it, murder is bad. Don’t murder people! It just came with the character.

ACTING SUGGESTIONS: I see the performer’s arousal and passion as powerful gusts of wind and my words as a sail. It’s your passion that makes the script take wing, and at the same time the sail makes the wind more visible. Words are the performer’s friends, they make the arousal especially evident when the speech gets all messed up because of the laboured breathing and whatnot (which is, personally, one of the hottest things evah); they are *there* because I no longer abandon the performer suggesting that he should ‘improvise to an orgasm’. :D That is, please don’t see the words in the sex part of the scene as a nuisance. They are there to make your yummy man energy heard more clearly.

In this case, tear those sails right off. Uproot trees. Make billboards tumble. Thank you for reading! ^ ____ ^

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{Politely, trying to be deliberately nice} My lady, first of all, let me tell you how much I appreciate your kindness. Some other members of the board refused to hear me out even, and you didn’t order your valet to set dogs on me, and for that alone I shall be eternally grateful.

So… It was made painfully clear to me that I forgot myself presenting my paper to all of you the other day. I see that now. Let me assure you that I am _very contrite_. I beg you to reconsider and not to withdraw your support.

Your late husband, may he rest in peace, was a great man who recognized our hospital not only as a charitable institution, but also as a place where discoveries could be made, science advanced. I hope that a lady as accomplished as yourself will honour what he believed in.

{Quietly, pleadingly, almost desperate} We… we need the money. We do. We need more supplies, more hands, more men. My own research has been recently taking _ a lot_ out of me, and I cannot devote as much time to the hospital as I used to.

Please be sure that I do not leech off the hospital funds, I conduct all the experiments at home, on my own time… for the most part… I promise you, as soon as I finish the project, I’ll be back there, night and day.

I’ll prove to the board how extremely dedicated I am to my work, to the common good, and, please forgive me for being so pompous, to the happiness of the mankind. I admit, my research… well, it’s… {Small pause} Not important now. Anyway…

{Pleadingly} Please…

{Giving up} There’s no way for me to convince you now, is there? Well, I tried. Please, accept my… my…

{Unexpected Jekyll-into-Hyde transformation begins; panting; voice turning hoarser and stuff} I’m not quite myself. I shall be on my way in a minute, may I just trouble your maid for a glass of water?

Oh… you shouldn’t have done it yourself!.. So kind of you… {Drinks, his teeth clink against the glass} Thank you…

{Smiling; an attempt at humour} I asked for a _glass_, not this exquisite crystal.

{Growing darker; bitter at first, then more and more angry; it’s still Jekyll, but he is losing his inhibitions by the second} Do you have any idea how much this costs? This piece of crystal could pay for two cots in our hospital for a week. It could save two lives. This vase on the mantelpiece? A month’s supply of laudanum. Let me ask you, have you ever felt real pain? Despair?

Looking at you I cannot help but think about the poor girls I have to treat sometimes, prey to hunger, consumption, and syphilis. Coughing up pieces of their lungs in some alley, offering themselves for a glass of gin.

And then, when they are no longer fit to sell themselves, they end up in the gutter with their insides burned through by the matchstick heads they swallowed to escape the squalor of the world as they know it.

{In cold fury} And then there’s you, sipping your tea out of bone china and looking down on those poor souls whose only crime is having been born into the wrong family. {Sarcasm} Ah, my lady… So fine, so prim. {Barks} Hypocrite!

{Hyde; sarcastic, gloating, and lustful, all the way to the very end; lots of grunts, and growls, and ugly breathing, please! :D} You think you are better than them, but trust me, I’m a doctor, on the operation table you all look the same. In the coffin, too.

{--------FOREPLAY BEGINS, LOL----------}

Aww, aww, begging your pardon, my lady, of course you are completely different. You’ve been fed so well, clothed so warm, pampered and stuffed with truffles, wrapped up in these pretty silks. Not for long. {Clothes ripping}

Off with the corset, too. {Unlacing, ripping} It’s bad for you. Take this from a person who dissected dozens of bodies; you don’t want to know what modern corsets do to your ribcage and your internal organs.

Basically, a cage, squishing your heart, your lungs, all your intestines to achieve this sick skin-deep semblance of grace. A symbol of everything that is wrong with our society.

Do you see what it has done to your lungs? You cannot even draw breath in peace, cannot properly use your voice… Not that you _can_ with my hand over your mouth anyway, but that’s not the point.

It’s extremely gratifying, however, that this cage hasn’t deformed your breasts… Shhh, shhh, it’s all right, I’m a doctor. Now this, this is what I’d call a properly developed female form… breasts are made up mainly of fat tissue, and may I say that I have yet to see more beautifully arranged fat? {More clothes ripping}

I don’t just mean breasts, hips, too. And this ass… {Slap, groan}  Damn, I like the sound… {More slaps}

You cannot even spank those girls. There’s nothing to spank, just skin, bones and lice. While you… {More slaps at will} Now that’s spanking… Do _you_ have lice down there? Of course you don’t… That’s nice, isn’t it? Fresh from the bath, too, smelling like a bloody garden… I’m sure you don’t mind my fingers in there. It’s so lovely to touch a healthy female for a change…  Are you, though? You look flushed.

Maybe you are prone to hysteria? It has been around forever, but it’s all the rage now, you know? You have to keep up with the times and develop it, too. The treatment is… fun. I could take care of it for you… No? Well,  I _am_ a doctor, I know better.

{Grunts and growls suggesting physical action}

{----------------SUPPOSED PENETRATION, THRUSTING STARTS HERE--------------------}

{Extra sarcastic} Speaking of behavioral abnormalities, I’m begging your pardon for all this. It is an unexpected side effect of an extremely clever experiment. It comes and goes. I am almost sorry you had to witness it, but now I finally have a chance to be heard…

You looked down on the humble doctor who came here to beg. In case you haven’t noticed, you are dealing now with someone entirely different. By god, you should have just written the damn check and spared yourself this little imbroglio.

Have it, my charming hypocrite… When the poor appear at your door, you don’t slight them, you don’t turn your back on them, you dig deep into your petty soul and your much more spacious pocket, and you buy yourself some clear conscience and sleep well and don’t hate your reflection in the mirror next morning.

That’s how it works; that’s what comes with your position in society. Unto whomsoever much is given, of him shall much be required. The carpenter’s son had a point. You cannot take all this with you, you know, so why so stingy? It would have been so much easier to write the check… You brought it all upon yourself… Will you even survive?

Imagine the speeches!.. An exquisite flower, one of the brightest ornaments of London society, cruelly cut down in her prime by a monster cock. That’s not what they can put on a tombstone of a respectable lady. Officially it would be… your heart. Heart sounds good.

This will be the first case of death by rape the coroner of this fine parish will have to handle. This will be highly amusing. I mean, not to you, my lady, but still.

I am not leaving without a contribution. If all else fails we can always use an extra body to dissect. There are so many mysteries about the human anatomy yet to uncover.

{Orgasm; still Hyde}

Shhh… shhh… don’t cry. I won’t kill you. You still haven’t written the check. After all, why should I? No one will believe you anyway. Don’t bother, I’ll show myself out.

{Sounds of clothes being straightened. Leaves whistling and chuckling}