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XV "What next?" Chin asked. "The subliminals and hypnotics have worked wonders." "But he's still fighting it," Shandon said. "We need to break that last block." "How about..." Diedre looked at Andrea, then leaned over, whispering. Andrea chuckled. "You are such a bitch." "What?" Winters asked sharply. "Well, Diedre looked at her sister. We're trying to convince him that doing what Vanessa tells him will get him perks, right?" "Yes," Solomon commented. "You have no doubt noticed that when he is actively working to follow the pattern as set, we have reined in Vanessa. The doctor and Vanessa have backed off, and allowed it. I did not foresee Vinnie choosing a style of dress that didn't scream man, but he did. "The next time 'Vinnie' fucks him, or the time after that we're going to have Vanessa fighting with the mental construct. Fighting for him in other words. An ally and no longer the enemy." "That's what I meant. Having us say 'we can't protect you from him' meant Vanessa was starting to work with him, not against. But remember what Juliana said the other day?" "About what?" Shandon suddenly snapped his fingers. "I can get out any time!" Andrea laughed. "The only question, can we maintain control if he were wandering out loose?" They looked at Shandan. After all, he had created the security system "The transmitter in his necklace only has a twenty mile range. The receiver for the takedown can still get a signal at 500. We could slip in something a little heftier. What did you have in mind?" "Snowdown is only thirty miles away. What if Vanessa told him 'I'll prove it' and he wakes up an hour or two later behind the wheel of a car in town?" "He punches the gas." Juliana shook her head. "No. He gets a full lecture before he goes under. 'You're on parole, and I'm only letting you do this to prove I can. If you try to run, I will walk us back in, and let them know how I got away. They put us in a straitjacket and full meds, and every night Vinnie comes in here, and fucks you every night for the rest of your life'." "Can you word that?" Winters asked. "With Vinnie I could word anything." Shandon nodded. "Besides, we can test our endgame this way." "What?" "I don't know about the rest of you, but once Vinnie is getting fucked and begging for it, I am out of here. Knowing he is will be my vengeance. But to do that, we have to test how readily we can break away." "All right. Ladies, watch for Vinnie getting antsy about trying to get out again. Gentlemen, let's work out how to keep our fish in an invisible tank." ***** He had chosen the teal business suit this time with the Kelly green blouse and matching underwear. The heel were black, but as Vanessa told him over and over, black went with everything. The instant he opened his room door, Vinnie knew he was in trouble. The reason was the smell of... chocolate. Someone had decided on a 'death by chocolate' breakfast today. Chocolate chip muffins and pancakes, Hot chocolate, even little tubs of chocolate syrup if you wanted. By the coffee urn there were four bottles of flavoring, one of which was (Of course) chocolate. Vinnie found himself caught in a dilemma. He loved chocolate, but the smell took him back to his room last night, the dildo in his mouth, the order to remember it every time he smelled chocolate. The warning that if he tasted it he'd want to suck a dick again... He settled for black coffee and a bran muffin. David was ignoring her. She wanted to make peace with him but Jennifer and he at least talked and discussed things between them. Vinnie had spurned and hurt Jennifer, and she had told David, who was hurt that he'd done so. No help for it. The smell of chocolate was causing him to be more flustered every second. If he closed his eyes, he could see the dildo sliding into his mouth, taste the chocolate flavored lubricant. It was worse because an arm's length away David seemed to love chocolate even more than Vinnie ever had. His eyes fixed as David dumped the third syrup tub onto his pancakes. Each only held about an ounce, but Vinnie wanted it. Wanted to lick it up, feel the meat in his mouth- He stood sharply, shaking his head. He went to the main door, slipped into his tennis shoes. A brisk walk would help. The fence was bright in the morning sun. Vinnie walked down to the fence, reaching out, and licking his hands in the chain link. Are you going to try to escape again? Vanessa's question was amused. They have the best security system ever invented in me. "You said you had a way out." I wondered if you had caught that. At times, you are dense, Vinnie. "Of course I caught it. Were you telling the truth?" Yes. But you will remember that I said I wasn't taking you with me. "But what if you're wrong? Maybe you think you have a way, and you don't. Why should I..." His head dropped. "Why should I give up, start enjoy sucking dicks if you are going to fail?" There was a long pause. Vinnie that is the most logical statement you have ever made. Give me a bit to think about it. But if I prove I can get us out of here... "I will stop thinking of myself as Vinnie. I will suck any dick presented willingly. I will become you." I think you're blowing smoke up my ass, but I can see that this means a lot. Give me a few. Vinnie felt satisfaction, but it was only a Pyrric victory. The smell of chocolate in the air of that room was like waving a bottle in the face of a recovering alcoholic. While he still resisted, he was falling more and more into the abyss. He didn't think he had another month before Vinnie was dead, and Vanessa escaped. Three hours later, pleasantly tired, he trudged back up to the building. Part of him almost felt like he was home. The autumn sun slanted through the aspens, the air held a hint of coming winter, he wanted to be glad he was alive. I've made a decision, Vinnie. "Yeah. And?" Tonight we are going clubbing. But you have to be real nice to someone. "Why does everything revolve around sex?" Well first Vinnie could come back any night, and you have to practice. The real thing is much better than a dildo or banana. Besides you kinda like David. He paused. "Why do you say that?" Vinnie you rarely talk to anyone but the doc and the nurse. But you've explained what's happening to David and Jennifer. Cried on his shoulder, hell, cried on her shoulder. Where you whimper thinking Vinnie is going to plow your ass, you let Jennifer use a dildo on you without complaint. Haven't you ever noticed you spend a lot of time sitting beside him? He makes you feel comfortable. He slipped into the heels, walking through the building. "Yeah, maybe." That's your project. That's what will make you me, Vinnie. You're going to seduce him. Vinnie stopped. "But. No. I can't." Why? "Because Vinnie is a sadistic bastard that will kill me eventually. He takes but never gives." Vinnie shook his head. While he didn't know the crew were stunned by this statement, it seemed perfectly logical to him. "With David, it would be like it was with Jennifer. It would be two people making love, not a fight for dominance. I won't hurt David that way." He stormed on into the building. David was in the common room, and when he saw Vinnie, turned away, shunning him. Vinnie paused. Then walked over to stand beside him. "Is this seat taken?" David flinched, but said nothing. "I meant, may I sit and talk with you, David?" "Why?" He looked up, looking like he was going to cry. "Are you going to be mean to me to?" "No, David. I wanted to apologize, and explain." The boy looked away, then jerked a hand angrily at his side. Vinnie sat, knees together, laying a hand on his shoulder. "David I never meant to hurt Jennifer or you." "You did," he snapped back. "She only wanted you to enjoy yourself." "I know that. If I didn't have my own problems I would have let her." Vinnie leaned forward a bit, and David's eyes shied away from her. "David, why won't you look at me?" "You look like my old high school teacher in those clothes." "Am I that old?" Vinnie was appalled by the sound of worry in his voice. "I didn't mean old, if you know what I mean. She was in her later 20s, and I was sixteen. I..." He blushed. "I used to fantasize about her." "Ah. I think I should thank you for the compliment. But here. Let's see if I can find something that makes you feel more comfortable." Vinnie stood, holding out his hand. David looked at it, then stood, holding it in his own. Vinnie walked down to his room, opening the door. He opened the closet, and began going through the clothes. "How about this?" He held a sun dress against his body. "It would be cold as hell outside, but inside I could..." David was shaking his head mutely. "What is wrong, David?" "It's the way you talk, the manner. The way you look at me! Even if you were wearing nothing..." He blushed, turning away. "I'd still see you that way." As much as the remaining male side of Vinnie was horrified, part of him felt satisfaction. He could turn this boy's head and get him hard without even trying. Even the on again off again reaction David and Jennifer were getting from him had not slowed the process. "I'd better go." "David." He turned back, looking at Vinnie with those puppy dog eyes. "You don't have to go." "Yeah, I do." He turned away. "Just looking at you is giving me a woody." Vinnie stood there, again both elated and horrified. Lunch was quiet, and Vinnie avoided the dessert area because yet again, there was chocolate. This time a rich devil's food cake with creamy fudge icing. David wasn't as standoffish, but he still was trying to keep his distance. The session with the doctor went well. Vinnie discovered that by pitching his complaints about Vanessa as hindering his progress rather than helping, the doctor was willing to refuse some of her requests. He wondered if she slept at all at night, since there were two or three new complaints from her every week. "Vanessa, I cannot allow you to pierce Vinnie's ears until this is resolved." Solomon said. "He has accepted clip on earrings, and you should allow him some say in which ones he wears." Oh, All right. Her voice was grumpy. "Is there anything else we need to discuss? No? Then that will be all for today, Vinnie." "Thank you, doctor." Vinnie stood up. It was an hour to dinner, and he considered another walk. He turned, and froze, the blood draining from his face. David was coming down the hall at a run. His pants had been soiled, and he was heading for his room to change. It looked like... He had dropped some of that cake on his lap, the fudge icing smeared into his pants at the crotch. Vinnie saw where it was, and what it was, and he was lost. David stopped, then yelped as Vinnie took his hand, pulling him toward his room. "Vanessa, what are you-" "Quiet." The order was firm, but given in a voice that shook. He was shoved into Vinnie's room, and Vinnie leaned back against the door. All he could think about was chocolate. Chocolate and sex. It would be all right with David. He was nice, he was quiet. He cared about others. The only difference between him and Jennifer was what they wore. He was what Vinnie had always hated, and what Vanessa always craved. Vinnie pushed the boy back until he fell on the bed, dropping to his knees, nose buried in David's crotch, smelling as if he intended to snort his entire body like a line of cocaine. "No, I don't- From now on whenever you smell chocolate, you will remember this. If you taste chocolate, you will feel an urge to suck another dick. Forever... You can't escape it. "Please." His hands rose, tugging at the belt, becoming frantic as David lay there shocked. The belt came loose, and his talons clawed at the button, then the zipper. The pants flew across the room, and Vinnie now buried his nose in David's underwear. The smell was fainter, but the mind was on automatic. chocolate meant dick, and part of him wanted it, could feel himself salivating over it. The shorts hit the wall, and he caught him in his hand, fingers delicately touching him. Then with a moan, he inhaled the still soft meat. "What are you-" Vinnie's head lifted, her hand stroking him. "I want it. Please, let me have it. Please..." His head came back down, and it was harder this time. David was moaning as Vinnie's head bobbed in his lap. Remember you promised to practice. Vanessa said. "Shut up, I am practicing." He said, then his mouth was full again. David wasn't as big as that dildo, but it was round and long and fleshy. And David wouldn't bitch slap him. The tip hit his throat, and Vinnie bumped back away from it. He gasped, looking at the dick his body demanded, and the terror of what he was about to do. "Vanessa-" "David. I want all of you inside me. But I'm afraid." He reached out. Hold my hands. Don't let me fight it. If you do, if you love me, you will help me." He caught Vinnie's hands, and Vinnie looked into his eyes. Maybe there wasn't love in them, but those eyes were of a person that never hurt anyone in his life. With a moan, Vinnie lowered his head, suckling again. He made long deep strokes, sucking harder as his mouth climbed, tongue flicking across the knob as he reached the upper end. Then with a push the mouth slipped down, the knob popped into his throat, and Vinnie paused. So easy... When you like the person. The head bobbed, and David felt the hands alternately clenching and loosening as the mouth sucked. "Vanessa, please. Stop." Vinnie's head paused, he made a querulous sound. "I love when you do that, But I want to..." Vinnie slid all the way up, looking up. "Want to do what?" "I want to..." David was blushing. "What?" Vinnie stood, holding his head in her hands, lips brushing his. David gasped, then mumbled. Vinnie smiled gently. "You want to fuck me?" "No!" David looked shocked. Vinnie stepped back, stricken. "Vanessa, fucking is what two people that don't care do! I want to... Make love... to you." Vinnie stood away from him, looking into his eyes as he plucked the buttons out. 'Picture your lover looking at you as you peel off the oh so proper layer to reveal the slut within.' Suddenly Vinnie understood. It wasn't some crazy mother fucker demanding. It was David looking at him with wonder in his eyes that made him feel like a woman. The blouse was free, and Vinnie held his head between his breasts, gasping at the tentative touch of David's lips. He was clumsy, Jennifer knew a hell of a lot more about playing with tits. But Jennifer will get her chance too. Vinnie promised himself. I will teach you both about lovemaking, as you have both taught me about just loving. David's hand reached up, and the bra came free. Vinnie cooed as the mouth closed on a nipple. "Oh, David. Suck them for me," Vinnie husked, hands running through his hair. "Love me as I love you." His hands ran up the smooth back, and held Vinnie closer. Vinnie hugged him back, guiding his mouth. "Kiss there, suck this." He instructed, and David the willing pupil did as he was told. He was being loved, not fucked. The difference was like night and day. David's hand opened the buttons, and the skirt slithered to the floor. A hand ran between his legs, and Vinnie tensed. "David." He looked up. "Don't touch that part of me. All that give me is pain. Bend me over and fuck me. Do that and I am yours." David nodded, drawing a whimper because he hadn't stopped sucking the nipple. The hand ran back, and Vinnie's nails pricked his head as a finger ran into his ass. "Oh, yes. Do it David. You and Jennifer. Both of you loved me, wanted to love me. Let me return your love." They rolled, and Vinnie found himself on the bottom. His, no damn it, I am Vanessa now! Her hand caught him, playing with it, looking up into those trusting eyes. Guided it, felt him sink in one glorious inch at a time. She purred in pleasure, head arched as he finally hit bottom, nails holding him in as she swiveled her bottom to make sure he was all the way in. Her head came up, lips brushing his face. "Fuck me, David. Make me yours. Come in me, fill me with your come. Please!" David looked into her eyes, then slid outward. She whimpered with her need, sighed as he slammed back in. They found a pattern, and Vanessa held him sobbing in pleasure as he fucked her. It was all that had been really needed. Someone that the newly formed personality could lock on to. Right in the middle of it, David paused. Vanessa looked into those eyes, then pulled the head down. "It's all right, Jennifer. Please, David was giving me such sweet loving. Will you do the same?" The thrusts were not as hard. Jennifer wanted to make sure her partner was enjoying herself and Vanessa approved. She held that face above her. Hips rising and falling, breath catching as the pleasure rose. "I'm ready my love. I can feel you're ready to come. Please, Jennifer, come in me, make me your woman. Please." Their lips met, and the kiss crushed down as Jennifer's hips spasmed. Vanessa felt the flood, and her body reacted, nails digging into Jennifer's arms, gasping out her passion. "I love you, David. I love you, Jennifer. Please, stay with me. Please." Jennifer leaned forward. tongue licking across Vanessa's lips. "Try to get rid of us." ***** Vanessa suddenly sat up. She was behind the wheel of a car, parked on a dark city road. The key ring dangled in her hand. Here's your final test, Vinnie. "I am becoming you, Vanessa. I thought I proved it this afternoon." Not yet. This is the last test. Once we're done, I will render my decision. Vanessa had dressed to the nines for this trip. A little black dress that would have men drooling. A purse with money and the keys in it. Five inch heels which Vanessa had chosen herself. "All right. Where to?" There is a bar about half a mile down. Why not stop and have a drink? Vanessa started the car. "All right with me." She drove carefully. There were so many difference between what she had been and what she was now. He had been a maniac thinking that everyone else should get out of the way. She was a good driver, but it was in a quiet way that showed the expertise without a lot of horn and screaming. It was called the Dew Crop Inn, and she almost didn't go in. The name was hokey, and it was probably as bad inside. But she hadn't had a drink in god alone know how long. She parked, locked the car, slid the keys into the purse, slung it, and strode in. Actually it was kinda hokey inside too. A western motif that didn't quite come off. There were only four people there, a pair of men behind the bar, and a couple that looked like this was their second home. How about a Brandy Alexander? "Chocolate liqueur?" Vanessa asked. "No. I'm saving myself for those that love me." She slid into a bar stool. "Now don't talk for a while." She muttered. "Can't have them thinking I'm crazy!" The younger bartender had seen her sit down, and was in front of her a moment later, setting down a napkin and coaster. "Yes, ma'am. What'll it be?" "I think... Can you make me a Strawberry Daiquiri with brandy instead of rum?" "Sure. Of course I could make you an Irish car bomb if you like." "What" "An Irish car bomb is Two shots of Guinness with a shot of Bailey's and a shot of Bushmills." "Oh heavens, I wouldn't even get home after one of those!" Vanessa chuckled. The bartender walked away, then set the drink Vanessa had ordered. Behind it, was the drink he had threatened her with. "Here. That's five. This one's on the house." "Thank you." Vanessa slid a ten across. "Keep the change, sugar." The strawberry drink slid like iced perfection down her throat. She resisted all of four seconds before she sipped the car bomb. Sharp Guinness, smooth Bushmills, sweet Baileys. She purred as she finished it. "I think I could grow to like this," she murmured. May be, but you have to get back to the hospital. "Just one more drink." The jukebox started, a slow dreamy dance. "And one dance." All right. She stood. "Bartender?" "Yes ma'am?" "Could you do something for me?" "I really have to go soon, but... It's been a long time since I danced. Would you dance with me?" He looked as if she'd offered him the keys to the kingdom. "Joe! Cover for me!" "Why should I-" Joe snarled. "You lucky fucker." The bartender came around, and Vanessa poured herself against him. They moved with the music. Thanks to modern day 'elevator dancing' it didn't matter who led. Vinnie was a warm growth pressed into thr man's chest. "What's you name, kid?" "Vanessa." "Why the bust out?" Vanessa stiffened. "What do you mean?" "You're a high class woman, in this dive. Either you're newly divorced, or you're out screwing around on your husband." "Oh he is a bastard, but he's not my husband. Unfortunately, he's still alive." She hugged him running her hands up and down his back. "I didn't know how much I missed this." "What?" "Drinking, dancing." She looked up. "Doing what I want. I've been trapped for years, and everyone knows that a prisoner yearns for freedom. I will have that soon. If I am worthy." "Who decides?" he asked confused. She tapped the side of her head. "She does." He shook his head. She was cute but she wasn't making a lot of sense. The song ended, and she held him, head looking down, the crown touching his chest. "Now I must go back to hell. But I want one more drink." "Anything. I'm buying." "A Brandy Alexander." She chuckled. "I want the taste on my tongue when I get home." She drank the drink, tipped him another ten and a gentle kiss, then strode back out to the car. She started it, then collapsed. ***** The men laid her on the bed then left. In the control room, Drea was ready to zap him if he reacted negatively ***** There was the taste of Brady and chocolate in her mouth when she awoke. Vanessa looked at the ceiling, at the clothes she wore. She stood stripping, dressing in the same nightgown that Vinnie had fucked her in. Where you think you're going bitch? "Away from you forever," she snapped. She flung her hair, looking around. ***** Drea looked around. "Who is he talking to?" She flinched, almost hitting the button as Vinnie's right hand snapped up, but the left caught it. ***** Vinnie tried to slap her but she wasn't drugged, and this time she was ready for him. She caught the arm, holding it in her hand. "I was always as strong as you, all I had to do was acknowledge it." She said shoving the hand away. "You had the chance to kill me. Like Albright, like Solomon's sister, like Winter's son. You had the chance but you enjoy hurting people too much. I found the way around it, Vinnie. I've escaped you." You'll never be rid of me- "I am rid of you Vinnie." She laughed softly. "I found something stronger than you in David and Jennifer." The faggot? "The faggot as you call him loves me. Knew you you were there, knew you were the seat of the problems, and love me anyway. He-they redeemed me, Vinnie. The only one you can hurt is yourself, and I am not playing that game any more." ***** The crew was watching stunned as Vinnie had a one sided argument. There was no clue what the other person was saying, except context. "Oh my god. A complete psychological transfer." Solomon gasped. ***** You'll come crawling back! "No Vinnie. When I walk out that door, you're gone. I disown you. I am Vanessa. I am free of you!" She pulled open the door, running barefoot down the hall as Vinnie wailed his fury and fear behind her. She found the door, pushing it open. Jennifer had obviously been in charge when they went to bed. She was in a teddy, curled up on her side, a thumb below her mouth. Vanessa pulled the covers up, sliding into the bed, enfolding the smaller woman in her arms. "Sleep my love." She kissed Jennifer's head. Then closed her eyes. ***** "I can't do this anymore," Solomon said with a sigh. He looked at the others. Vinnie is dead. We killed him." "He's right in that room, doc," Shandon said. "No. The body is that of Vinnie, but Vinnie died in that room before Vanessa, yes, Vanessa ran away to her love." He turned, looking at the camera. The pair of lovers were laying there spooned. Vanessa's hands slid up the front of Jennifer, who pushed back into her. Neither awoke. The caresses were automatic, loving. "We took a cruel monster and turned him into that. In my professional opinion, telling him will hurt Jennifer more than it will Vinnie." "But." Shandon looked around. "Our revenge?" "Will our killing him now really bring anyone back?" Winters sighed. He looked up. "My brother would have been appalled by what we have done. But you know. I think of Vanessa living a woman's life, worrying about taking care of someone weaker than she is. And when I do, my brother smiles. Making someone worth a life would be his wish." "Sandra would be happy," Drea said. Deirdre nodded, hugging her sister. "I'm not happy," Shandon said. "But killing him will hurt Jennifer, and he, she, whatever is a good kid." "I have my vengeance." XVI The room looked barren. The people that had come to torment a horrible man had instead created a caring woman. They had not tortured him to all eternity, but even the thought, when you come down to it, is rather bland. Nothing to do but torment. Demons probably go to work thinking that., Winters looked at the emptied out structure. All of the nurses and orderlies had gone on to other jobs, to their lives. Every patient had been sent to better hospitals. "Sir." Hubert walked up behind him. "We didn't get our vengeance, Hubert." "No sir, but we gave something that God will allow, sir." The old man looked up, and Hubert leaned forward. "Mercy to the innocent. As horrible as Vincent was, sir, Vanessa is and was an innocent." "Well I am tired, and I have things I have to do at home. I'm not dead yet, Hubert, but you're free anyway." "No sir. " Hubert pushed the chair with thirty years of experience. "As long as I am of service, sir, I shall remain." The cars were waiting. The money Winters had split was in bank accounts, and everyone had their bank books. They gathered here. "Is this all?" Juliana asked. "Well you never know." Chin said jokingly. "Maybe we can find another bastard and turn him into a caring person." Everyone looked at him surprised. It was the first time the doctor had joked since they met him. "Sure. You find him, we'll fix him," Shandon quipped. "Next time," Solomon said. He stood by the car as the others drove away. He held the deed to the hospital in his hand. "I'll be waiting for that day." ***** It had been anticlimactic. Vanessa had expected a fight. Expected Vinnie to try again, or Vanessa to rant at her that she wasn't really there yet. Her hand reached down, feeling the lump in her panties. It was still there. Jennifer had sucked it last night, and it hadn't hurt. Then this morning she had woken up in the car again. The sun had been in her eyes, but the sunglasses she had on cut the glare. Jennifer was asleep in the back. Beside her had been the recorder that Solomon had used, and she looked at it for a long time before she pushed the button. "Hello Vanessa. That's right, I acknowledge you did what I could not. You made yourself a loving person, the kind of person I wanted us to be. I was too much like Vinnie. I was pushy, a bitch. The only difference was I had an upper hand, not a weapon. But I was no better. "So I'm letting you go. As you hear this I am loosening all my ties, Vanessa. You are what we were supposed to be. I couldn't even chop off that bit of flesh I hated so much. You proved to be a better man that Vinnie, so I left it to you. Cut it off, keep it, I don't care." "But I do care." Vanessa closed her eyes. "You're not leaving!" She felt pain, then a sarcastic female voice. What, you aren't letting me go? "I need you, Vanessa," she whispered. "I need someone to tell me when I'm going wrong, when I start acting like, like him again." Well if you don't talk out loud, I'll stay. But only until I think you're doing it right. Watch over me then. Vanessa thought. In her purse was an ID for Vanessa Sawyer, with a California address. A bank book with just over 400,000 dollars in it. About what she should have. Jennifer suddenly sat up, looking around. "Where are we?" she asked in fear. "Free my love." Vanessa started the car. She motioned. "We have enough to last for years if we are careful. Where do you want to go?" "Disneyland?" Jennifer asked. Vanessa Sawyer, age 2 weeks, though her license said 28, laughed, hugging the small girl. In the middle of the hug, David came up, and she found herself in a loving kiss that stretched forever.