Eli's Coming

"What are we going to do?" Courtney asked quietly and somewhat desperately. "I mean what's it going to be like with him operating? And who's taking his calls?"

"What to do about him, short of having him killed, I got no idea at the moment." He added, "But I'm working on it.

"Morgan and Lockley are taking his call and for them to do that I suspect that a large amount of money is changing hands. He brought his own fucking gas passer; Harry...something Jewish. We'll just have to wait and see how well he plays with others."

Just then the Vice President for Medical Affairs came over to Courtney and Riffen.

"John, may I have a moment of Jan's time, please."

Riffen popped another shrimp in his mouth and motioned for the V.P. and Courtney to go somewhere else; he could care less. His gaze was firmly fixed on Eli who was now standing in the midst five ICU nurses. They looked to be having a good time. Riffen shook his head in disgust and turned toward the buffet table for more shrimp and some fresh crab Rangoon that had been put out.

"Jan, how are things tonight? Have you had a chance to talk to our new chest cutter."

Not wanting to disappoint, as it was the V.P. who recruited Eli, Courtney lied. "No, I really haven't had the chance."

"Well, let me call him over..."

"That's all right Mike, I, uh, have to hit the ladies' room."

"Well, okay..."

For the rest of the night she was able to avoid both the Medical Affairs V.P. and Dr. Benjamin.

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Courtney looked at the clock on her desk: 5:55AM. Rooms were being prepped, patients were being retrieved from the nursing floors and prepped in the pre-op area.

The O.R. was coming to life. Jan Courtney desperately wanted a cigarette and was on the verge of heading outside when her worst fear for Monday morning popped her head in Courtney's office. At 6:15AM, Sister Mary popped her head inside Courtney's office.

"You wanted to see me, Chief?"

"Sister Mary, yeah. Please sit down."

"Gee, what's with this 'Sister Mary' stuff? Am I in trouble?" Sr. Mary asked as she sat on the couch in Courtney's office.

"I'm sorry Maggie. It's just that I have to do something I don't want to do this morning. In fact," Courtney tried to joke, "I've thought about waking Father Harter up and confessing."

"Oh wow, this must be bad. You know you need to be a Catholic to confess, though I'm sure Fr. Harter would be glad to hear whatever you need to get off your chest. In fact, I'd listen. Or...is that why I'm here?"

"No, Maggie, well, actually you are here for an, uh, an assignment and I'm..." Before Courtney could finish her apology and explain the situation, Eli popped his head in the door.

"So, Mother/Nurse Manager Creature," Eli called all senior nurses "mother," "is this the top flight nurse that can keep up with me while keeping her tits out of my surgical field?"

Courtney felt ashamed and violently angry at the surgeon while feeling like crying for putting Sr. Mary with this obscene heart surgeon. Courtney swallowed everything, took a deep breath and smiled an almost genuine smile.

"Yes, Dr. Benjamin," Courtney said, gesturing toward Sr. Mary, with her almost genuine smile, "she's my best girl. She'll keep up admirably."

"And..." Eli had a bizarrely charming smile on his face, looking between Courtney and Sr. Mary. He was waiting for Courtney to say, "And she'll keep her tits out of your surgical field."

Courtney's thin veneer of civility almost crumbled as Eli kept trying to get her to say the "tit phrase," when he suddenly and completely switched gears on the Nurse Manager.

He stepped fully into the office, took Sr. Mary's hand and shook it professionally. "She's just a little bit in awe of me," tilting his head toward Courtney.

"Mordecai Elijah Benjamin, M.D., Fellow, American College of Surgeons, Board Certified Chest Cutter and world renown heart surgeon, at your service ma'am.

"You, pretty nurse person, can call me Eli if it strikes your fancy or Dr. Benjamin or Dr. Benjamin who walketh upon the waters, but I get really torqued if you call me an asshole within the first 24 hours of our association.

"You see, I firmly believe that you have to know a person 24 hours before you can label them a bastard and an asshole. Although you may call me a rake and a roue anytime within the next four hours and I'll like it. I am a rake and roue par excellence. You've been warned my dear." His smile was charming, his eyes bright; he radiated confidence and charisma.

Sr. Mary's smile was genuine and warm as she returned the hand shake. "I'll keep that in mind, um, Eli."

"Good. Now has the Nurse Mother over there," again tilting his head toward Courtney, "told you of your supreme assignment?"

Sr. Mary almost laughed, "Um, no, not yet."

"Well I am here to take you away from the drudgery of having to do anymore endoscopic gall bladders, broken bones, artificial hips, what have you – the stuff for lesser surgeons – and do high risk chest cases with me. You, my lady, are to be my assistant when I operate.

"Now come with me and let's prepare for our first case, a 76 year old dairy farmer from a place you call Nev-A-da but that is clearly spelled like the state of Nevada, who needs some new coronary arteries but whose aorta and right coronary is absolutely shot to hell. But we, well, I, am going to save him to milk old bossy once again." Eli held out his hand again and Sr. Mary took it. He pulled her, with a gentlemanly panache, off the sofa.

As Sr. Mary went out in front of Eli, Eli turned back to Courtney, who was positively livid, and did a "Groucho Marx" with his eyebrows – above a smile that Courtney decided was manifestly evil. Courtney decided she would have shot him if she had a gun.

Jan Courtney felt like she had just fed a Christian to a lion; a hungry lion at that.

But Eli's first day in surgery – the dairy farmer, an 82 year old farmer's wife who needed a whopping five bypasses and a morbidly obese, brittle diabetic college teacher who needed his right femoral artery bypassed all went without incident. Whenever Courtney checked on the operating room or asked Sr. Mary how things were going, things were going "great."

The rest of Eli's first week went "great." Either the topic of Sr. Mary's being a nun never came up or Eli was interested in other quarry from the ICU.

The third Friday after Eli started to operate with Sr. Mary by his side was the beginning of several ends for Eli and Sr. Mary.

Trauma Bay 12 St. John of God Medical Center Friday, 2:35 PM

"Where you at Mags?" Eli asked over his cell phone on the 18th green at the Briarbrook Golf Club.

"I'm in Trauma 12. It's Dr. Coogan. Ultrasound is showing a huge dissecting aneurysm in his aorta."

"Is he still conscious?"

"Yes, but he's scared and in quite a bit of pain."

"Cool him out, Mags. Give him five of Versed slow IV push, 100 of Demerol also slow IV push, get him on a vent and get his ass up to my O.R. Harry will be up in a few minutes to get him prepped. I'll be there in, oh, 20 or 30 minutes. I gotta putt for par and take this fuckin' guinea lawyer's money."

"Yes sir." Sr. Mary liked Eli's crude panache. She did as she was told with a smile and an urgency that the situation demanded.

Webb City Attorney Dean Goteri was Eli's golf partner. He missed his final putt and all Eli had to do was make par and collect $300 from the good attorney. Eli had paid most of his way through college and med school as a golf hustler. The attorney had the vague feeling he'd been hustled but he let it pass. Eli headed for the hospital to fix Dr. Gerald Coogan's dissecting abdominal aortic aneurysm.

Meanwhile, back in Trauma 12, Sr. Mary and a couple of E.R. Nurses pushing Dr. Coogan's bed were met at the cardio-thoracic surgical suite by Dr. Harry Rosenberg, Eli's anesthesiologist's since they did their cardio- thoracic residency in Houston with DeBakey at Baylor.

Thanks to some excellent surgery and, possibly, the uber ego of Eli Benjamin, Dr. Gerald Coogan, M.D., a 50'ish Internist, survived the surgery and eight weeks later was back doing half days in his office. His type of malady would never have survived a trip to any of the big regional med centers, and in point of fact, Eli felt the need to yell, repeatedly and loudly during the final hour of the surgery.

It must have been old hat to Harry but the rest of the crew were shocked. "Come on, Jerry! You ain't fucking up my record by dying on me! No sir! Forget going to the fuckin' light! You come to me! Not the light! Me! Come to ME! NOW, MOTHERFUCKER! Come to ME!"

It was the most incredible thing that anyone in the O.R. had ever seen.

Eli's face was practically purple while he was yelling at Dr. Coogan but as soon as the situation stabilized Eli was as cool as a cucumber, snapping his chewing gum, as he had been the whole time in surgery. Sr. Mary wanted to know more; she was attracted, in an odd – and very platonic way - to Eli.

Ten minutes later Eli closed Gerald Coogan's abdomen and told the circulating nurse to send Dr. Coogan to ICU with Eli's standard post op orders. Eli departed to the doctor's locker room to finish his paperwork and write more orders.

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Sr. Mary thought she was a member in Eli's exclusive heart surgery club. O.R. Six was the clubhouse and Eli was a wonderful and talented surgeon.

What neither she, nor Jan Courtney knew was that Eli was being nice because he had been fucking the ICU nurses he was with at the reception. He also found an assistant vice president for nursing services who shared his passion for the Marquis de Sade and his sexual practices. But four of the five nurses got frightened when Eli wanted to push the envelop so Eli was down to only two women he was fucking and playing with.

He wanted more.

What Eli did not know, until he ran into her on the Surgical floor in her habit as she was doing Pastoral Care rounds that Maggie or "Mags," as he liked to call her was a nun. Eli looked at Sr. Mary in a new light, thinking to himself that his role model, de Sade, would just shit knowing Eli was about to force and debauch a nun and enslave her. This was Eli's plan and he was very excited. He'd take her and break her and always have a mostly unwilling playmate that he could mentally and physically abuse. He almost called Bekkah, the nurse that got him black balled, to thank her for his good fortune.

Sr. Mary quietly slipped into the doctor's lounge after Dr. Coogan's surgery and sat on a bench opposite Eli. Eli looked up, snapping his chewing gum. He glanced at her over his reading glasses and then went back to the paperwork.

"Something on your mind, Mags?"

Sr. Mary smiled, put her chin in her palms, elbows on her knees and her feet pigeon-toed. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone yell at a patient not to go toward the light."

Eli looked up from his paperwork then quickly looked back down. "I do it from time to time. Depends on how bad the case is. Coogan was definitely seeing the light; I can tell these things. I just urged him to come back, that's all.

"I imagine that bothers you, you being a Christ whore and all that."

Sr. Mary was stunned. "Uh, excuse me, did you just call me a Christ whore?"

Eli looked up and away from Sr. Mary, pulling at his lower lip as if deep in thought. "Um, yeah. Yes, I did. But because you're so good I haven't made an issue out of it. Good surgical nurses are hard to find and despite your predilection for being a whore for your Christ and not me, I like operating with you."

"Why do you blaspheme?" Sr. Mary asked quietly and very seriously.

"Uh, Mags, Mordecai Elijah Benjamin...Jewish...at least genetically. Remember, Mel Gibson and a whole bunch of other folks before him, called us "Christ killers" because we went with the Jewish national terrorist rather than the Galilean mystic when Pilate wanted to cut someone loose, as was his habit, for Passover. Started a Crusade or two, at least, as I recall from my liberal arts training.

"But hey, I get the Evangelicals all worked up telling them I really am from the lost tribe of Benjamin. Shit, I can earn a couple of bills a day in a crowd of Evangelicals just having my picture taken.

"I was down to Dallas last year." Eli adjusted how he was sitting. "Some big church blowout was going on in the same building as some medical meeting I was attending. Harry and I cleaned up on the rubes.

"Some, fat, sweaty guy, who I could tell just by the color of his nose and surrounding skin needed at least four new coronary arteries, had Harry take my picture with this guy and his wife.

"And I'm sure they went home and," Eli switched to a rube, southern accent, "this guy says to his friends, 'Lookee here. Me and Alice got our picture took with a real Jew-boy. Yeah. Right there in Dallas no less. I guess they're everywhere.'

"And the couple, they're showing the picture to a man, one of their church friends probably. He's shaking his head in agreement and he says, 'Me and Thelma was down to Branson and I think we saw a couple there. Course, they were the Jesus believein' kind cause we saw 'em at The Passion Play.'"

Sr. Mary's mind was off balance and swimming with the shock of Eli's relentless cold, mean spiritedness. She'd never been called a whore, a Christ whore at that. Before she could say anything else Eli started talking again.

"Tell me something. I ask purely out of clinical curiosity. Really."

"Um, okay," Sr. Mary said rather shakily thinking that maybe the conversation would turn rational and polite.

"I understand the Christ Whore organization," what Eli referred to Holy Orders of nuns, "has had to lower it's standards and take non-virgins to bolster its number of nuns. Is that true?"

Sr. Mary didn't know what to say and before she could say anything intelligible Eli cut back in. "Are you a virgin?"

"Ye-yes. Yes I am."

"Ah come on, you're shitting me!" Eli said with amusement and disbelief in his voice. "In 2006 you are a virgin. You're what, 24, 25?"

"34."

"Wow, you look very young. Nice skin," Eli muttered as he appraised her open, almost oval shaped face and elegant throat more closely.

"But come on, come on, confess - pun intended," Eli sounded like he was joking with a friend. "You never played the little game with your sister Catholic whores-to-be when you were a kid, you know, stick a pencil up your twat to see who had the biggest one?"

Sr. Mary felt her face flush hot; partly from anger and partly from embarrassment. She answered with a very clipped, "No."

"No shit! Well, I'll be goddamn! But," with a look of excitement flashing across his face he asked, "in prep school, no Bill Clinton-style non-sex? You know, you didn't suck any of the big one eyed snakes?"

Sr. Mary's face felt hotter and she felt tears welling up but she'd be damned if she let this obscene, hateful man make her cry. "No."

"Hmmm," Eli looked at her more closely, judging her last answer for truth. She felt her body pull into itself defensively. She averted her eyes and wiped a tear from her hot cheek.

"Okay, okay, final question: No Catholic school girl missionary sex?"

"What's that?" Sr. Mary half whispered, her voice trembling and cracking from the pent up tears that she wanted to flood her face and somehow hide herself or at least get Eli to take pity on her and stop his verbal assault.

"Aw, Sr. Mary, tut-tut. Catholic school girl sex is where the guy fucks your ass and thereby preserves your virginity - and also helps prevent pregnancy on the first date."

Sr. Mary could not believe Eli's out and out lewdness. She started to leave, started to get up off the bench but then turned on Eli who held a childish look of glee on his face.

"You know, Dr. Benjamin it may surprise you to know that I never saw a real penis until Anatomy and Physiology class in nursing school and it was on a cadaver of a 63 year old man."

"Uh-oh," Eli was clearly mocking, "Now I've gone and done it. You called me Dr. Benjamin and I sense a certain degree of hurt in your voice and posture."

He sounded so genuine - at least Sr. Mary wanted to hear him that way. Maybe he was going to apologize. Maybe. But when you feel that you can will people to life just by yelling at them on the operating table it isn't often you apologize to anyone for anything.

But all the doctor did was over dramatically 'tsk' and then with amazing speed - at least so judged Sr. Mary - Eli pulled her from her bench and onto her knees in front of him and between his legs.

She let out a small, surprised squeal; that was all she could do. She found herself inches from and starring at Eli's crotch and she didn't know where to look so she closed her eyes, tightly.

"Uh-huh, Sister," Eli said as he savagely hauled her head back by a handful of her hair, "time to have a little education that you seemed to have missed in your formative years."

Sr. Mary opened her eyes and looked up at Eli's face. She really couldn't see much, her eyes were full of tears. In a small, frightened voice, she begged, "Please don't do this. Please."

"Awwww, Sr. Mary, tsk-tsk and tut-tut. Save your begging for when things really get interesting. My cock in your mouth is nothing compared to what we're going to do later. I, Mordecai Elijah Benjamin, am going to make a woman out of you. My big cock up your allegedly virgin cunt of yours...well, you're either going to love it or hate it but you are going to know what it feels like to have a cock inside your belly and ass."

Eli let loose of her hair and she bowed her head and really let loose her tears.

She should have moved.

As Sr. Mary was sobbing Eli was pulling his scrub pants and underwear down to his ankles. Sr. Mary didn't notice.

With his hand back in her hair (and his other hand holding his erection) he guided her mouth to his cock head. When she opened her eyes this time she immediately shut them, pressed her lips shut and shook her head 'no' as best she could with the grip his hand on her hair.

"Oh no, my beautiful little Christ whore. Open wide and take the head of my cock - clinically known as the glans - in that tight little mouth of yours or I'm afraid Sister Mary Kevin might take a fall down the South stairs. You wouldn't want to be responsible for little, frail Sister Mary Kevin getting hurt, would you?"

Sr. Mary sobbed loudly, sobbing in one long syllable, "NOOOOOOO."

"Then I'm going to take my hand out of your soft hair and you, because you want to help Sister Mary Kevin, are going to show me how well you can suck cock for the very first time. And if you bite me...well, that's going to be very ugly for you and your fellow sisters. Understand?"

Sr. Mary nodded her head vigorously, her face contorted in horror.

Sr. Mary opened her mouth and Eli guided the head of his cock into her mouth. Pre-cum was copiously dripping from the head, a fact that pleased Eli immensely. Some went in her mouth, some went down her chin. It was hot and salty to taste but very slick; her mouth watered in response to the foreign object and she drooled down her chin. Her tongue licked his urethra and more shot out onto her tongue. To her credit she did not gag but managed, after a short time to swallow.

Eli started to pump the shaft of his cock while gently pressing on the back of Sr. Mary's head. Eli came quickly but not in her mouth. With a groan – and extremely reluctantly - he pulled his cock from her mouth and shot his sperm over the lower half of her face and the upper part of her chest, soaking her scrub top.

Sr. Mary again bowed her head and wept softly; Eli's seed smeared on her lips, down her chin and onto her chest. She felt ruined and violated and helpless before this blaspheming man.