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XIII Vinnie came awake, staring in horror at the orderly. The world was still foggy and rose colored. "You all right?" he asked. Such a gentleman. Ask to suck his dick. Vanessa said in his head. He shook it, clutching his temple. "I won't ask to suck him," he whispered. He repeated it like a mantra or prayer. He had never paid as much attention to anything even remotely religious since he had been an altar boy. He knew the orderly could hear him, but refused to stop. He stiffened as the orderly readied the restraints. "Please-" "I have to ma'am. You almost slammed your head into the TV." "Please, don't," he caught the hand, not by the wrist, but as a woman would grab the hand of a boy she knew. Vinnie let go of the hand, reaching out, his hand touching the orderly's cheek. "Please," he whispered. He put his soul into that plea. The orderly looked at him, then sighed. unlocking the cuff he had already used. "All right. But I'm going to talk to the nurse, and get you some meds. I'll have to take the TV too." "Okay," he whispered, holding one of the man's hands between his. "She can't come to me if I can't see her. Ignore her when she talks, keep myself sane." Again he repeated over and over. His head cleared a little as the orderly came back handing Vinnie a pair of green capsules. "She said the tranks must have caused an adverse reaction. Now you take these and I'll clean up the mess. But you lay right here and don't move. Okay?" "I promise." Vinnie said, holding the cup, taking the sip of water like it were a shot of whiskey. The world seemed to clear up, as if it had been in a bank of fog and suddenly came into the sun again. Vinnie rested, unwilling to move, too wired to consider sleep. ***** "Well?" Drea asked. Deirdre was at the nursing station. After this time both of the twins could pretend to be a nurse with the best actor. Solomon looked at the screen contemplatively. "We'll get him to accept make up now. Stage two of the hypnotic if he resists that step." "Shall I call the others?" Drea asked. "Why bother them during dinner?" he asked. They watched as the patients and staff went to dinner. The food was good. Winters had few joys left, and food was the one he spent on. The kitchen staff didn't even know about the smaller kitchen below the main one that Hubert performed his magic in. The staff dietician complained, but did so primarily because she'd gained four pounds since she started working here. Since the real processing had started, they had grown closer. Every bull session went around the table life a forest fire. It had been Juliana who had suggested the motion capture but it had been the twins that suggested the self abuse. They had loved a movie named Fight Club, where a man actually beats himself up. Brown had suggested the scripting, and Solomon had merely tweaked it. The primary point he had stressed was to convince Vinnie using the hypnotics and subliminals that there were two people in Vinnies' head, and the wording caused a brief left brain, right brain conflict. The right brain was analytical, the part that had played Vinnie during the scene, while the left brain controlled the imagination. That part would create the scene that the analytical part would act out. Vinnie knew a distressing amount about how to hurt someone. He had shown some of it. Chin had suggested actually cutting the corpus collosum, the link between the halves of the brain, but that had been found to be more dangerous. Vinnie might be able to react with one side of his brain to free himself. ***** He stared at the closet, thinking of what to wear. Instead of pants and shirt or T shirts, there were dresses and more dresses. Blouses from white sedate ones to sheer ones. Skirts from ankle length to micro-minis shorter than the belts that went with them. He had learned to wear something that fit him, but didn't set her off. The knee to ankle length skirts had been his choice. The darker colored blouses were his idea. The knee high boots with four inch heels had been his idea. His dress style in comparison to Vanessa's was the difference between a business woman, and a woman of business if you get the distinction. Vanessa dressed like the women he had always lusted after, three steps above hookers. Vinnie forced himself to remember the teachers from school, the bankers, the lawyers. Professional, cool calm. He stood before the mirror. The skirt was a new one, and he liked it. Ankle length in blue, slit up the right side to the hip, A waist length bolero jacket, over a pale yellow blouse. He found his hand primping at the hair, and stopped himself ***** Using hypnosis to force someone to do something is a staple of fiction, but is really a lot more complex. You cannot merely hypnotize someone hand them a gun, and say 'kill that person'. Unless they are by nature killers, the programming will run into the person's own feelings about it. Since Vinnie had been killing people for over a decade, it would have run into a block that asked, 'am I being paid?' But there are ways around this with patience and time, both of which the they had in abundance. They had the subject in a controlled environment, the subliminals were warping his mind to accept the situation, they had convinced him that part of his own mind was the culprit, and successfully spilt off that offender. If another psychologist were to examine Vinnie now, he would automatically assume an actual split personality. Vinnie still resisted by trying to walk and talk like a man, but the changes both physical and psychological were taking their toll. His walk was becoming the subtle sway of a woman. His movements starting to conform to those 'Vanessa' had used on the television screen. His voice was becoming softer, more hesitant, and he had become more emotional. A lot of the emotional affects had been due to the still intensive hormone regimen, but in combination with the subliminals, it was becoming natural. At dinner he sat by himself, but his posture was that of a depressed young woman. He had actually taken David's arm as if it were natural. But he was resisting. The next stage would break his resistance even more either way. Since Vinnie no longer had separate television privileges, they had to transmit the subliminals directly into the feed, causing what would have been a low level hum if he had heard it. ***** Vinnie stayed in the common room because he had noticed that Vanessa would do more to him when there were few witnesses. The movie, a rather bland romantic drama was poorly done, and for some reason, unsatisfying. Vinnie had taken a space on one of the couches, and sat leaned to the side a little, both feet tucked up neatly without noticing. For once Vanessa wasn't chiming in at every turn, though she still spoke occasionally. Will you look at that girl? Vanessa commented. The man is doing everything but bend her over, yet she's ignoring him! Vinnie picked up a magazine instead. He tried to get interested in the war, sports, anything. But his attention kept wandering. If he had heard the subliminals it would have been something like this: I should pay more attention to the way I look. I should try to be more loving to my friends. I must be willing to change. I must be more willing to accept my lot in life. His eyes caught on a picture. A classy looking woman draped over a car, lying back as if ready to take on all comers, with a self satisfied look on her face. "I look better than she does," Vinnie murmured. He stopped, appalled. Of course you do, Vinnie. Vanessa said. Or you would if you let me make you up properly more often. Vinnie had taken to scrubbing his face clean every morning because Vanessa would get up during the night and put make up on him. The make up had started like a street whore, but had been mellowing over the past few weeks. "I don't want makeup." You were a good boy before, I'll make a deal with you. He paused, hands clenching. "I'm listening." You gave me grief when I made you wear a dress or skirt. But I won. You didn't want to wear heels, but I won. Now we're going to work on makeup and we both know I will win. But this time I will give you a real chance. "How?" When you automatically began choosing skirts and dresses, I didn't bother you for almost a week. Remember? "Yeah." And except when you tried to go off the diet I set, I didn't bother you once you dressed appropriately. "All right, cut to the chase." I will give you a full day of me trying not to bother you. For that you have to allow me to make you up the way I think you should look. Not the slut make up that attracts your eye and that I like, but a balance. Something nice and light that looks good without making you look like you want to get fucked. But if you fight me on this, you will regret it. "All right," he sighed. Go to the nursing station and ask for the make up kit. "Why is there a make up kit there?" She chuckled. Because I handed one to the nurses when I was brought here. I checked earlier. It's still there. He stood, setting the magazine down, and walked to the nurse's station. He waited as the woman finished the report she was working on. "May I help you?" "Vanessa-" Remember, Vinnie, I am you. One more mistake, and you will be punished. Vinnie gave an exasperated sigh. "I left a make up case with you. May I have it?" The woman looked at him searchingly. "It doesn't have a mirror. I removed it." "The men's bathroom right there has a steel mirror bolted to the wall. Could I please use it for this?" The words grated, but after what Vanessa had done before, he was terrified of what she might come up with this time. "No. But if you don't mind having a man watching, I will let you use the ladies. That has a glass mirror, and a chair." "Please." She tapped the intercom. "Mark to the nursing station." Martin Van Pelt, AKA Mark Gordon walked out of the dining hall, wiping his mouth with a paper napkin. "Yeah, Deirdre?" "Vanessa wants to apply make up. I am going to let her use the ladies restroom, but you have to watch her." "Sure," he looked at Vinnie. "You going be a problem today?" "No." Vinnie looked down at the intensity of the regard. He felt embarrassed for some reason. "All right." Vinnie walked down to the ladies room, where Martin used a key on his ring to open it. He reached in, flicking on the lights. "After you." The room was in soft pastel colors, and the mirror was surmounted by a light bar like a make up table. Now let's get out the weapons. "What?" Vinnie asked. In the battle of the sexes, make up is part of the arsenal. A proper make up job will make us look stunning. "I don't want to be stunning," he groused. "I do. But if you'd rather do this the hard way-" "No!" Then let's get to work. Slowly, he was walked through the process. As a man, he'd never considered all the effort a woman took to look beautiful. When he was done, the woman in the mirror was as Vanessa had said, stunning. Black hair in an ebon sheet to below the shoulders, wide doe-like brown eyes. A cupid's bow mouth that caught even his eye. The chin was small and delicate. He could see his face there, but pared and softened into this. Every day you do your make up right, I will restrain myself, Vinnie. Until we reach the next step in the evolution. "What?" Remember Silence of the Lambs? The scene with Hannibal when they are talking about the killer? You are the chrysalis, I am the butterfly. When you are the butterfly, I will be you, and this horror will end for both of us. "For both of us," he murmured. Why? Do you think I enjoy dealing with you, Vinnie? I want to be free, and living my life. Instead I am in a psycho ward, living inside a homicidal bastard, who wants me to watch football! She laughed. I know the way out you stupid son of a bitch. I could escape at any time. But I am not taking you with me. XIV The days passed. Vinnie accepted the make-up, then stockings. Vanessa refused to wear pantyhose, so every morning Vinnie had to deal with slipping the sheer hose up his legs, sliding the round garters on to hold them up. Vanessa had wanted a garter belt, but the doctor had refused. Vinnie was happy the bitch didn't get her way all the time. He saw someone at his door. After several weeks, he could figure that it was David rather than Jennifer that stood there. It was the stance, the way the two different personalities carried themselves. As alike by looks as twins, yet as different as two people could be. "Are you hungry? It's almost dinner time," he asked. "Not really." David would usually back off at this point. But something made him step in. "You can't stay in your room every second, Vinnie." "I can." Vinnie knew he sounded childish, but didn't care. "Listen Jennifer said I should try to bring you out of your shell, or this place will drive you crazy." Vinnie laughed, then found himself crying. He felt an arm wrap around his neck, pulling him, and found himself clutching David desperately. "Make me crazy." Vinnie whispered. "I beat myself like my body wasn't mine, then fucked myself with a dildo last week. Are you saying I'm sane?" "No." David was cheerful. "But you don't have to go crazier." That's my job. That evil voice said. He clutched his head, shaking it. "No please go away!" Let's take baby steps then. You have David there. You know he's Jennifer inside. Do you like them both? "Yes, please don't-" Kiss him. Kiss him nicely and politely and like you mean it. I don't mean a serious lip lock, sticking your tongue halfway down his throat. But like you really like him and are not being forced. Do that, and I will not bother you for fifteen minutes. Think that you're his sister, and it's because he's nice. Vinnie wanted to resist, but the idea that there would be even five minutes without her commenting was like a miracle. He leaned up, his lips brushing David's cheek. The young man flinched, but didn't move away. "Thank you for caring." Vinnie whispered. He lifted his head, and David was right there, still looking. Suddenly his eyes changed, and Jennifer leaned forward, brushing her lips upon Vinnie's. "I'm sorry I hurt you," her voice said. The lips slipped over to Vinnie's cheek, and he was helpless to move away. "You didn't, Jennifer. My mind did that to me. If I feel an arousal that is in anyway remotely male in aspect, that bitch in my head hurts. me." "Ah." David smiled. "Give me a few minutes." Jennifer stood, and hurried from the room. "What's she thinking of?" Vinnie asked. There was no reply. "That's right, you said you wouldn't bother me. Could you at least answer my questions?" I think she wants to make love to you, and you gave her the key. Vanessa replied. "I don't want to be here. What would I do if she comes in here and tries to give me another blowjob?" he remembered that sickening vision, could still feel the phantom pain. She won't. Trust me on this. "How the hell-" Jennifer came running in. She pulled the door closed, standing with her back against it. She was wearing another skirt with a fishnet top, her bra a slash of red below it. The transvestite stopped in front on Vinnie, hands on his shoulders. "Women don't have male orgasms." She husked. She leaned forward, tentatively kissing him on the lips. He was unsure what to do, but Jennifer had already planned. Her hands came up, and Vinnie hissed as she tweaked the nipples through the blous. "Oh, you like that?" Vinnie nodded, making a noise of assent, unwilling to speak. Jennifer purred, her lips brushing his cheek, slipping down until she nibbled on his neck. Vinnie felt his erection stirring, and found himself falling backwards, Jennifer following. A hand ran under the edge of Vinnie's blouse, plucking the buttons free, sliding upward, and his body spasmed as delicate fingers pinched a nipple through the bra. "Oh you are so sensitive!" Jennifer said. She lifted up, smiling impishly, then moved down. Before Vinnie understood, he felt the bra spring free and a mouth suckling at the nipple. He gasped, his hand reaching up hesitantly to touch her hair. He knew it was a wig, knew that this was a guy, but the pleasure was too strong. He felt hand unzip that skirt, dropping it on the floor, felt panties slide down the columns of his legs. "Oh, please," he whispered. "Please what?" Jennifer asked. Her hand ran down Vinnie's flat stomach, down to his thighs. As he started to tense up, they ran around his cock without touching it, running with delicate care on the flesh between his legs, ignoring his organs. "I wish I had a pussy right here." Jennifer stopped the fingers, pushing them gently against him. "I wish you had one so I could slide my fingers into you, and make you scream with pleasure." I hate to interrupt, but the vibrator is under your pillow, Vinnie. He shook his head. He knew what she would suggest, and still resisted. Jennifer's head slid down, tongue running like a branding iron down his stomach, dipping into his navel, sliding down until it reach his pubic hair, then back up. "Does it hurt?" "No, it doesn't hurt." "What about this?" he gasped, fingers closing on her shoulder as a finger delicately slid into his ass. Before he could protest, her mouth was back on his nipples, biting, licking, sucking, doing all of that in random order until he wasn't sure what was happening. The finger sank deep into him, and he whimpered. "I pity we don't have a vibrator." "Beneath the pillow," Vinnie blurted. Jennifer leaned up, looking into his eyes, then slid across, sliding the small rounded form out. "Oh, you're a kinky bitch aren't you?" Jennifer asked. She sucked the dildo, then it went out of view. Vinnie flinched, wanting to shake his head, ask her to stop, anything! But then it slid into him, and Jennifer had already flicked it on, vibration overloading all of his normal reactions. "Ah!" Vinnie gasped as Jennifer gently posted the vibrator in, then out, mouth working over the nipples relentlessly. "Please..." "What?" Jennifer leaned back, her hand still moving that fake member. "Stop? Keep doing this? Do it harder? Deeper?" She leaned forward, and her teeth bit into the breast, causing Vinnie's cock to jump. "Bite you instead of sucking these beauties?" "I... I don't know." Vinnie was too far gone to care. The session with the bitch using his own male persona to fuck him was still in his mind. "Gently, please." "Ah. The stroked became longer, slower, loving. Vinnie felt a rush of pleasure every time it slid across his prostate. Jennifer grinned, and the strokes became faster. "You can't use your dick, but you can be fucked, can't you? Nothing male about that." Vinnie tensed, pushing her away. "Please, stop," he slid back on the bed, ripping the vibrator out, throwing it across the room hard enough to crack the casing. Then sat against the headboard, arms wrapped around his body. Jennifer was stricken. "It isn't you, Jennifer. It's me." He closed his eyes, tears sliding down his cheeks. "You and David seem to get along, but she-" He pointed at his head. "She wants to be in charge. I'm fighting for my life, and as much as I want to be pleased by you, this is not helping me stay alive." That was cruel- "You said you'd shut the fuck up!" he screamed. Granted. But in five minutes time, you will get an earful unless you console her. It's not her fault you are a weak cunt. You could have stopped her but you let her do it. You're like every bitch you raped as a man that didn't want to go any farther. He hung his head. "Jennifer, please forgive me," he felt her arms around him, and leaned into the embrace. "I want to live. I don't want to die and that is what it is. I have to die for her to have my body. I have to keep fighting her because if I don't, she wins." "I'm sorry." Jennifer said. "You were enjoying it so much-" "That's just the point!' He looked at her in horror. "I never had anything up my ass before I got here. Even the tits got bigger since I got here." "I had noticed." Jennifer commented dryly. Yeah, but since the bitch got me sent here I have been fucked at least a dozen times, and even fucked myself once!" Jennifer hugged him. "I'm going to get the nurse for you." "Please no..." But the girl was gone before he could stop her. It was the redhead again. She was always so domineering, and if he had been outside these walls, he would have taught her a thing or two. "Vanessa." She walked over, taking a flashlight from her pockets, using it to check his eyes. She looked at the chart. "I can give you something to help you relax, or put you to sleep, but I think I had better wait until the doctor sees you. Can you survive until after dinner?" "Yes," Vinnie replied huskily. The nurse left him in his misery. He blacked out for a few minutes, then Davis came stiffly to take him to dinner. ***** Deirdre watched him go off to dinner. She wait until the hall was clear, then picked up a small bag under the desk. She took off her low heels, and padded barefoot back to Vinnie's room. The air vent came off, and she took out the now empty box. The dildo she took out of the bag was fatter, about an inch and a half around, eight inches long, with a suction cup on the base. In other words, about the size of an actual penis. The small reservoir inside the fake balls was filled with a syrupy mixture that would simulate sperm. There was a small vibrator inside the dildo, and it could be activated only from the control desk below. "Test," she said. The dildo purred in her hand, the tip shifting a bit as it did. "Good." She put it in the box along with a small bottle of lubricant. Then she walked back out. ***** The change in the last months would have astonished anyone who had not watched it from the start. The woman that entered the dining hall, and took her tray was prim, polite, well dressed and soft spoken. The make up was well done, subtle. Highlighting the features in a gentle way that Vanessa's had never tried to reveal. Last week's 'project' had been nails, and he now had inch long talons in a soft peach. The hair was tied back in a neat pony tail. Vinnie had found the library, and as she sat eating, she read a book. The bites of food were small, and delicate, mere dabs of food where he had stuffed his face before. He chewed each bite thoroughly, washing it down with milk. Vanessa was weaning him away from coffee. He had already quit smoking in self defense because she decided that if he wanted something in his mouth, she would indulge him. The meal over, he went into the common room. It was boring again. Finally he went to the nurse's station. "Have I been behaved enough that you will let me have a television again?" "Wait." The nurse, a brunette that looked like a battleaxe picked up the phone, talking to someone. "The doctor said if you smash this one, you won't get privileges again." "Thank you." "here, take your meds." The nurse shoved across a tray. Vinnie delicately picked out his meds, throwing them in his mouth. He sipped the offered paper cup of water. The orderly rolled the TV into his room, and Vinnie went in, flipping through the channels. His taste in movies had begun to change. The rough and tough blood and gore types didn't hold his interest. He still avoided Vanessa's chick flicks, and they had settled in the middle. Dramas. If there was a main character that was a strong woman, Vanessa didn't complain so much. But even that had it's drawbacks. He had watched the movie 'Stealing Lives' with Angelina Jolie before this had happened, and he. like every man who had seen it, imagined himself as the man screwing her. But last week he had seen it, and suddenly found himself wishing it was himself being fucked. Vanessa had demanded to know why he turned it off, and he felt a petty triumph in refusing to answer her. ***** "All right, ten minutes," Juliana said. They had decided to bump it up a notch. Vinnie was acting more feminine every day, and wasn't resisting as much. Possibly it was because he had given up. It might have been because he felt silence and sullen obedience was the key. He was watching a courtroom drama, leaned back into his chair. Here in his own room, Vinnie tended to act more male. Juliana watched his eyes. She could tell when the hypnotic began to take affect because the rhythm of his eyes when he blinked became slower, steadier. His mouth hung open, and she thought that if Vinnie looked at a man that way, the man would picture her sucking him off. She chuckled, and Vinnie flinched. She looked down. Damn, she had left the mike on. She flipped it off, calling up the automatically recorded transcript. At the line ALL RIGHT, TEN MINUTES it had the notation 'internal, not sent'. She sighed. Good. It might have detracted from the session. ***** The room started to turn hazy. He wanted to scream, standing and staggering toward the door, but try as he might, the door would not open. "Please, no. Not again. Please." Vinnie you had your chance at being pleasured earlier, but you blew it. The bitch said. Then again, maybe if you had blown it, you would still be enjoying your movie. Sit down, Vinnie, face me. He staggered back to the chair. On the screen, he saw her, dressed as he was, sitting up right, disapproving. I said sit down, bitch. Vinnie collapsed into the chair. As much as he hated himself for it, he felt his spine straighten, the hand folding neatly on his lap, the head coming up to stare back. He was seated exactly like she was. She leaned forward, a disapproving teacher nailing him with her glare. You keep fighting me, Vinnie. By now you should know you are going to lose. But I have to keep convincing you. Stand up, get undressed. He found himself standing, fingers plucking at the buttons. You don't need to watch, Vinnie. Your hands know where the buttons are. Look at me. He looked up. She had paused at the same button he was hung up on. Think of it. Picture your lover looking at you as you peel off the oh so proper layer to reveal the slut within. "I am not a slut," he muttered. Your choice Vinnie. A big part of what I am becoming is you after all. As much as you liked them I don't want to be some street whore fucking anyone with a twenty. But it is either that or this professional woman persona you have created. But it is your own mind that tags you, Vinnie. You are the one long ago that decided a slut was a woman who didn't listen. I try, Vinnie tries, Jennifer tries. But you. Don't. Try. If I have to keep going out and getting dick for you, if I have to bring you in here and let Vinnie beat the shit out of you again, you are a slut. "No, please." Remember the waitress at Giovanni's? The one that ignored you when you tried to come on to her? Remember how many stitches she needed afterward? Want to try for a new record? The voice segued into Vinnie, masculine, angry. Hey bitch, give me a show! Vinnie was standing there, looking back at him, fingers drumming on his hip. Or do I have to teach you who is boss again? Vinnie's hands plucked at the buttons, opening the blouse. "No, Vinnie. Please don't hurt me." Hands caught the bottom of the blouse, pulling it from under the skirt. He stopped, the blouse hanging open, visible to the waist, but fig leafed by the cloth. Lose the jacket and blouse, bitch. Vinnie pulled the clothing off. He instinctively folded them neatly, putting them on the foot of the bed. Now the skirt. The zipper came down, and Vinnie held the edge as he stepped out of it. The skirt, also folded, ended up in the bed. Now we needs something sexy to wear. Vanessa picked up something the other day. Far right of the closet. Vinnie staggered over to the closet. On the far right were night clothes. He had resisted, and until now, everything had been pajamas though they had gone from flannel to satin. This was definitely not a pair of pajamas. It was a full length nightgown, with spaghetti straps, a slit up the leg, and matching thong panties and stockings. The entire ensemble was in a virginal white. "No, please-" You have a choice, bitch. The evil Vinnie voice said. You can put that on and be a lady, or I'll beat the shit out of you and fuck you like a whore. Vinnie gasped as the evil hand came up, catching him by the back of the neck in a searing painful grip. Well? "O-okay, Vinnie." And? The voice was a dangerous growl. "I'm sorry I am such a stupid bitch." Now get dressed. He stripped to the skin, sliding on the silky clothing. The stockings needed garters, and he found a pair where Vinnie told him. Again they were virginal white. There were a pair of white slippers, and he put them on without being told. When he returned to the chair, it was Vanessa on the screen again, dressed exactly like him. You're going to learn to beg for it, Vinnie. Like you always wanted women to be. She laughed, an ugly sound. You're going to become the girl you always wanted. To entice a man into wanting you, to excite him with your look, your hands. To plead with a man to let you suck him, to fall on your back and beg for him to fuck you "Please..." This can be lover 101, or the faster slut course. Take your choice. My way at least Vinnie might not slap you around. He wants to. He feels you've betrayed him. "I didn't! I've tried so hard..." Not hard enough you little faggot! Vinnie screamed at him. You couldn't kill yourself, or get away. Instead you take it up the ass. So if you're going to be a bitch, be one! "No please..." I'm going to count- "I'll be good! I'll do it!" When he had counted, Vinnie was always half a second from exploding. Vanessa was there again. You know what to say, how to say it. But first, you need something suitable. Look in the air vent. "I broke it," he muttered, stumbling to fall on his knees. I know you did, bitch. I replaced it. He found it. The plastic phallus was as big as he had been when he was still a man. "Oh, god, please-" God is punishing you, bitch. Get used to it. Now back in the chair. Now! Vinnie's voice ordered. He scrambled back to the chair. Vanessa sat there, with the plastic dick in her hand. Attach it to the top of the television. Where it would be if a real man was in the room. When you're doing it right, you will see me. But if you do it wrong... Well let's just say if you don't turn him on one way, Vinnie will find the other way. Vinnie would never have believed that he could be so frightened of himself. But he remembered what he had been like. Before Vanessa had started this, back when he was a man. He walked over to the television, attaching it on the upper rim of the plastic frame. If he kneeled, it would be even with his mouth... Put the lubricant on it. Vinnie opened the cap of the bottle, and there was a rush of chocolate in the air. He had always liked the smell and taste. Begin baby. Vinnie remembered the woman that had enticed him with their voices, how they spoke, what they did. He smiled, running a hand up from his hip to his tit. "Hello, lover. I'm here for you," he slid the hand over, a delicate thumb slipping into his mouth. He suckled it like a baby. "I love shoving things in my mouth. I love the taste of come, especially your come." He slid forward, and leopard crawled toward the screen, eye on the dick he suddenly knew he'd be sucking. "I want you, lover. I want you in my mouth, in my ass." His hand reached up, and his fingers traced it delicately. "I want to suck it," he closed his eyes, and that Vinnie in his had was standing there, the dildo standing out from his crotch. "Please, let me suck it," he leaned forward, kissing the tip, hands moving on it as if it could be masturbated. "Please." Lick it. Lick it like you mean it. Vinnie demanded. He leaned forward, lips open, tongue sliding along it from glans to root. His hand held it gently as he wet the entire length. He kept his eyes closed, seeing Vinnie standing there. He opened his eyes, keeping that phantom lover before him. "I want to please you." Suck it. He moaned, leaning forward, taking the tip in his mouth. He licked it as he had always liked, knowing that if this were real, the man would have been gasping. He felt a thrill of power. As a woman he could drive a lover to his knees in pleasure. The mouth slid down it, about half disappearing into it. Vinnie slid it as far into his mouth as he could, the smell and taste hyping his desire. He wanted to resist, but his body was no longer his own. He pulled back, spreading more of the delicious taste, sliding down to lick it from every part. Deep throat it. "I can't." Vinnie closed his eyes again. The phantom Vinnie was getting angry. "Please, I never did that before," he was frantic. In his mind the evil Vinnie was clenching his fists, glaring down at him. Any minute he would be smashed to the ground. "Please, not this time... Next time, lover. I'll practice until I can. I promise." All right. This time, I'll settle for half assed. But if I come back again and you don't take it to the root, I'll plant a knife in that ass instead of this. Speaking of which, that lube is for your ass too. "Vinnie-" This dick is going in your ass. All you get out of mouthing off is pain. Don't you get it yet bitch? "Please, it's too big!" I am not repeating myself bitch. His hand raised in warning. Vinnie poured a small amount of the lubricant on his index finger, then slowly lowered it. The probe pushed in and he bit back a yelp at the slight pain of the nail. It sank in, and he knelt there, tears running down his face as he finger fucked himself. Did I tell you to stop sucking? You have to get me ready too. Vinnie leaned forward, suckling the plastic again. His finger kept it's rhythm. Instinctively he added another, whimpering around the organ in his mouth as they stretched him. After a few moments, there were three fingers. Vinnie felt a shiver of delight as they slid past the edge of that traitorous spot on his prostate, and gasped around the dildo. You had better be ready. "Please." Vinnie sat up, hand still sliding on the dildo as if jacking off a man. "One more minute. Please." One minute. Vinnie said grudgingly. Vinnie slid forward, on the dildo, and his fingers began sliding deeper and more desperately. The pleasure was there, but it was still overwhelmed by the fact that again he was going to rape himself. Time. Un-stick it, and put it on the mark on the wall. There was a mark that looked as if someone had stuck the dildo onto the wall before. It was a little over a foot from the ground. Right where... Vinnie looked at it in horror. Right where he'd be if someone fucked him doggie style. A hand caught him by the back of the neck, fingers digging into nerve clusters, and Vinnie bit back a shriek of pain. Now. He attached it, then frantically lubed the member. Without being told, he turned around on his hands and knees, looking backward in horror. If he had been tied down and raped by someone as he was conscious, it would have been better. There would have been a chance of revenge or escape. But he was the only physical person in this room, and it was his own mind that was doing this to him. He could no more get revenge than escape. Well, what are you waiting for? The evil Vinnie asked. Want me to put it in? The traitor hand shoved his body backward, lurching against the dildo. "No!" Vinnie reached back, grasping the dildo, falling face into the tile of the floor. He closed his eyes, in abject misery as he set the tip where it would enter, and pushed back slowly. "Oh, god, it's too big!" He moaned. But the traitor hand pushed down, forcing him back. The tip popped through the sphincter with a rush of pain, and he knew he was bleeding. But he stayed mute. Being hurt would turn Vinnie on. Silently he pushed back ward, his ass cheeks suddenly hitting the cold painted wall. "Oh, god," he whispered again. Now his legs betrayed him, shoving him forward. He could almost feel the phantom hands on his hip. "Please, slowly. Let me get used to it. Please." His piteous cry was answered. He knelt there, shivering like a terrified horse, head down, gasping. After a moment, it didn't feel so bad, and he slid himself backwards, taking it back to the root. Slowly, lovingly, he fucked himself. When the pain faded, suddenly the pleasure of the massaged prostate returned with a vengeance. The pace became faster, and he felt an orgasm building. Not in his useless dick but in the center of his being. "Oh, fuck me, Vinnie. I'm your whore, I'm your slut. Fill me up with your come, please," he moaned. There was an approving chuckle from Vanessa. The pleasure kept building and he was now actively assisting in his ravishment. "Please, come in me Vinnie. Let me feel it spray into me. Please!" Get off it and turn around. Vinnie slid forward, turning. Now his mouth was even with it. Put it in your mouth. His mind rebelled. Then he slid forward, sucking the pungent taste of chocolate and shit into his mouth. grab the balls, and squeeze. His fingers caught it. The squeezed. Suddenly there was a rush of fluid, and he jerked back and some of it sprayed on his face. The taste was an overwhelming chocolate fudge. Suck it all down. Swallow it. He slurped, the sweet syrupy fluid running down into his stomach. Then there was no more, and he pulled back. There were drops of the white fluid on the floor, and he dabbed his fingers in it, bringing it up to his lips. Everywhere was the pungent smell of chocolate. Clean yourself up, bitch. His fingers scooped the fluid from his face, transferring it to his lips. From now one whenever you smell chocolate, you will remember this. If you taste chocolate, you will feel an urge to suck another dick. Forever. Vanessa purred. You can't escape it. In the control room, the team grinned. "Hubert, how many recipes do you know for chocolate?"