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XII
Everyone had been stunned by how well the subliminal reinforcement had
been. Even Solomon and Juliana, who had both anticipated some of it were
astonished by the reaction when Vinnie's dick had been sucked. But would
he admit it?
"What happened yesterday, Vinnie?"
Vinnie started, staring at Doctor Solomon. He shook his head,
unconsciously hugging himself. "Nothing."
"Vinnie, when Vanessa told me about you and Jennifer, I was appalled. But
I was even more appalled by her reaction to what happened. Vanessa gloried
in it. Jennifer told me some, and thinks that somehow she injured you. Now
tell me what happened, and what you felt."
Vinnie lit a cigarette, and stared out the window. Solomon made another
note. Vinnie used to smoked cigars, but over the last months, he had
started smoking cigarettes, something Vanessa did instead. "She started
sucking me, and suddenly I was terrified that someone would cut it off. I
actually saw it and felt it happening." He shuddered. "I lost it. I wanted
to kill myself."
But with Jennifer you could have done it. Vanessa crooned. "You could have
sucked her cock, or let her fuck you-
"Get out of my head!" If his voice hadn't been altered, it would have been
a bull's roar. In the soft sweet tones of Vanessa, it was a whining
scream. Vinnie clutched his head, screaming.
But I can't get out of your head. It's my head too. Her voice continued.
All you can do is placate me.
Solomon pretended to make notes. Maybe Martin should get into Vinnie
again? No, try for the directed dreaming instead.
"Doctor, I want you to do something. Lobotomize me, drug me, I don't
care!"
"Vinnie, if this were the 1930s, you would have already been lobotomized.
If it were the 70s, we would have electro shocked you into complacency. We
have come too far for such crude methods. The best I can do is give you
some tranquilizers. Your condition will not be remedied by brute force.
You must come to terms with Vanessa, and learn to merge." He stood,
closing the clipboard cover.
Deirdre came in giving him two blue pills. While he didn't know it, except
for extremely mild tranquilizers, hypnotics and some sleep aids, Vinnie
was receiving only his vitamins and hormones. He popped the pills as she
watched. She nodded, and left.
After a while the world seemed to haze. Must be stronger pills than
they've given me before Vinnie thought. He picked up the remote. He
couldn't figure out how to use it, so he set it down.
"Are we ready?" Winters asked.
"Yes, sir." Juliana had sculpted this piece with exquisite care. Humans
tended to be only partially physical in their attractions and sex. A good
deal of the attraction is appearance, the visual, olfactory what your
partner smells like, tactile, what they feel like, and audial, what they
sound like. That is why phone sex, a voice over a line which excites you,
or pornography, which is merely printed words or pictures that excite your
imagination, still sells as a replacement or adjunct to physical sex.
Andrea leaned forward, watching the screen, adjusting the mike. "Now."
A faint click signaled that the door was locked. No chance that anyone
would try to enter Vinnie's room as this happened. The television screen
cleared, showing a room exactly like Vinnie's. Patricia, the transvestite
they had hired and helped through her transformation was seated sprawled
in the chair as Vinnie was now.
They had found her, but Patricia hadn't been bright enough to play the
part necessary, though her body and face had been close enough. So Winters
had hired a special effects firm ostensibly to create a virtual secretary
for him. Over seven months of body capture, digital enhancement, and
computer generation had gone into this. Both Patricia and a man close
enough to pass for Vinnie in body at least had gone through the process.
At one point they had used what an actor would call a mirror exercise, two
people standing facing each other, each pretending that the other was a
mirror reflection while at the same time using body capture. Then they had
mimicked every conceivable move that a man might make looking in a mirror.
Then, Patricia had gone through any motions she would have made that the
man might not have. When she had left after five months to have her SRS
done, she was a million dollars richer.
At a flip of a switch, the body could be Vinnie, or Vanessa, and could
morph between them with a flick of a switch. The entire system linked to a
camera could make the faked picture duplicate any motion.
More had been spent on the digital data they were using than had been
spent on the movie Toy Story. What Vinnie was seeing was a computer
generated woman who would walk, talk, and speak to him, mimicking his own
movements, but subtly different. At her nod, Andrea turned a dial,
releasing scents into the air. A subtle perfume wafted about Vinnie's
head.
Vinnie dreamed. He was sitting in a chair, looking at a mirror. Inside it,
was the bitch. She looked up head cocking to the side. Hello, Vinnie.
"What do you want?"
In the control room, Juliana signaled.
The bitch stood and walked up to stand before the mirror. She was dressed
in a sheath of red that accentuated her hips. I've already told you. She
replied. I am going to become the woman I wish to be. As he watched, she
slipped out of the dress, letting it pool like blood around her feet.
Beneath it she was wearing just panties. I do good work, don't I? She
asked, caressing her breasts. Feel them, Vinnie.
Unbidden, his hands rose, cupping the breasts beneath the hospital robe.
No, you silly bitch. Take it off. Feel them for real.
Vinnie pulled off the gown and his hands cupped the breasts. The feeling
was odd, but not unpleasant. In fact, come to think of it, it felt good.
Don't you just love it? The feel of fingers plucking at your nipples? In
the mirror, she fingered the nipples. Do it, Vinnie.
His fingers duplicated her movements, and he felt a rush of pleasure
unlike anything he had ever felt before. "Oh god."
God had little to do with this, Vinnie. He sent you back from limbo, but I
chose what your punishment would be.
Vinnie's fingers stopped their plucking of the nipples. He remembered the
darkness, the voice that questioned ruthlessly. The admonition when he
begged to live. This may seem a horrible dream later, but it was your
choice to return, and begin the atonement on Earth. Your choice and what
you deserve. Remember that.
"Oh god, I would have chosen hell if I had known!"
You did baby, and I am your hell on Earth. How you handle this will
determine whether you get to heaven. She reached a hand down, touching her
panties. Here I'm a real woman. If you were a real woman, I would let you
finger it, feel it. But you still have that part that keeps you from being
me. Play with your nipples, baby, I enjoy that.
His fingers began to squeeze and tweak the nipples, the pleasure running
like a fuse to his crotch. His dick stiffened a little. Every day, he had
noticed, it was getting harder and harder to get an erection. His hand
drifted down toward it.
No, Vinnie. You can't touch that. If you want to play with something, you
can finger you ass though.
Hesitantly, he reached back, sliding his hand down the butt crack. His
finger hesitated, then slid along his asshole. In the mirror, she had
returned to the chair, and her hand had also slid down her back.
"Can't," he muttered. His weight kept him from doing it.
Flip the chair around, Vinnie. She purred. Put the back toward me. She
stood, flipping it around, then straddled it, leaning into it, her left
arm bracing her up from the chair back.
He stood up, turning the chair, sitting in imitation her own position.
Better. But we need something. Something to use to make it even better. Go
to the air vent.
He stood up, trudging across the room. The vent came off, and inside the
air space was a plastic box. He opened it, looking blearily at the small
vibrator.
"No."
Yes Vinnie. You won't let anyone else touch you, so you have to do it
yourself. The vibrator was in her hand. I'm in the mood for love she sang
softly, ironically. You would be too if you let yourself go. Her voice
grew harsh, demanding. Sit down you stupid bitch. Now!
Vinnie found himself returning to the chair, draping himself back like he
had been. The vibrator was a cold plastic lump in his hand.
Now, you have to get it ready. You don't want it to hurt, right? She
lifted it, the flat base against her hand, the rounded tip up. You have to
love it, Vinnie. Like getting your dick sucked used to feel before me. You
can't use that piece of pathetic flesh in your pants without pain can you?
But you can use this. Just think of it as your own dick, Vinnie. One that
won't hurt you is it's sucked, or shoved somewhere warm.
"She flicked her tongue at it. Your the girl now, Vinnie. Your the girl
and yourself. The big mob killer Vinnie Saliari has his dick right by your
mouth. You want to be satisfied, right, Vinnie? If any woman refused you'd
fuck her mouth remember? Well I remember those feelings. I can release
them you can't. Vinnie was a real man. You're nothing but a cunt with legs
and a mouth ready to service him.
Fuck the bitch's mouth Vinnie.
He suddenly felt a hand behind his head. Part of him was trying to shove
the dildo in this mouth, but he resisted. "Please, no..."
On the screen, they watched as Vinnie's right hand came up, pinning the
head against the chair. The other hand brought the dildo closer, brushing
the full lips. He begged to be released, but his own mind was running both
sides of the conversation. The hand in front of the chair slid up, and the
breathy pleas were silenced.
Vinnie kept shaking his head, but the hand in front of him slid it as deep
as it could go. it was as small as what he had in his pants right now.
Thinking of it as his somehow helped. His mouth was slack around it, the
plastic sawing in and out of the lips, but nothing else.
You wouldn't let a bitch do that, would you, Vinnie? You'd slap her, fuck
her even if she was dry! Make her scream! As it spoke the voice deepened.
It was his own voice as it had been, talking in his own head.
The hand moved from behind his head, and before he even realized it, the
hand obeying it's own orders and slapped him hard enough to throw him out
of the chair. He hit the floor, whining in pain, his mouth throbbing.
Blood ran from a split lip.
Yeah, fuck the bitch up! Show her who's boss!
Vinnie started to scrabble across the floor away from his tormenter. But
he could see a bleary view of himself striding forward. His hand came up,
but instead of shielding him, it curved into a fist, slamming into his
mouth again.
He moaned, one hand clawing get him away, the other slapping, striking,
even grabbing a tit and ramming the nails into it until blood flowed.
In the control room, everyone watched amazed. Vinnie had tried to crawl
under the bed, but his own arm had grabbed him by the hair, pulling him
out from under. The head powered forward, slamming into the bedstead.
"Oh stop please, stop, Vinnie," he whimpered. As if it were magic words,
the hand stopped pummeling him. "I'll be good, Vinnie. I promise."
Then suck it, bitch! The voice was his, heavy with lust. Suck me like you
should bitch or by the fucking Virgin Mary I'll cut your god damned tits
off!
The other hand scrabbled across the floor, picking up the dildo. "Please,
Vinnie, I'll be good-"
You still talking bitch? The evil hand pinched the right nipple so hard
blood ran from where Vinnie bit his lip. He stuffed the dildo in his
mouth, sucking it as if he wanted to from the first.
Yeah, get it ready bitch. I'm told you haven't got a cunt, but you have an
ass. I'm going to fuck you until you scream bitch I'm going to fuck you
until you want to come, and you're going to beg for it!
The evil hand came down, and agony shot through the left nipple. He gave a
full throated scream around the dildo.
Beg for it, Bitch!
"Please." He whimpered, the dildo pulling from his mouth. "Please fuck
me."
Well, there's more. What do I tell my bitches? Look at me when I'm talking
to you, bitch!
Vinnie's head hung in shame. The evil hand caught his chin, squeezing
painfully as his head was jammed upward. On the screen, Vinnie was
standing there, hand out, penis erect. What do my bitches say?
"Fuck me like the whore I am." Vinnie repeated dully.
Louder!
"Fuck me like the whore I am!"
Scream it you fucking cunt!
"Fuck me like the whore I am!" He screamed. The orderlies would have been
running frantically at the pitch of his voice if the room hadn't been
sound proofed with a white sound emitter. "Fuck me until you come! Fuck me
just please fuck me and stop hurting me!"
Yeah. Slide it in baby.
His hand brought the dildo back, and brushed it against the tight
sphincter. "It's dry-"
You had your chance, bitch. You could have had it wet, but you gave me
lip!
"Please, let me suck it again just a little bit more." He moved the hand
with the dildo back. "Please."
Go ahead. The voice was grudging. The dildo came up, and he sucked it as
if it were a lollypop. His other hand came up, and his fingers went into
his mouth, the lubrication being transferred to his ass.
Stick your fingers in. Vanessa again. Don't just dab at it like a razor
cut, slip it in or it's going to hurt.
His index finger plunged in, sawing in and out. More. Two. A second finger
joined it, and he moaned involuntarily as they stretched him.
Now it's coming in, bitch!
The dildo went back down, and Vinnie whined as it slid up his ass.
"Please, no-"
I give you leave to speak, bitch? Vinnie's voice demanded.
"No." He hung his head, the dildo sliding in and out.
Switch it on now, Vinnie. Vanessa purred. He fumbled for the switch, then
suddenly gasped as waves of vibration massaged his prostate.
"Oh god." His hand kept sliding it in and out, the steady thrumming of the
vibrator causing his dick to harden at last. "Oh...god."
Come for me, bitch. Come while I'm fucking your fat ass!
The feeling rose, and he couldn't stop it, didn't want to stop it. He felt
his orgasm surge through him, felt his penis jerk though nothing came out.
Good baby. Now clean yourself up for lunch.
The team looked at each other with satisfaction.
"Look out!" Drea shouted. Vinnie had thrown the chair aside, charging
toward the TV. She punched the button, and he skidded in a heap less than
a foot away. The outthrust hand knocked the TV off the table.
"Have the orderly check him," Solomon ordered. "Except for that last gasp
of sanity, I think that went well."
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