Don't Get Mad... IV: Endgame - Redux free porn video

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 in drag, 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 Shandon. 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 anywhere in the world. We could slip in something a little heftier if need be. Something that will kill him in his tracks. 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 for the rest of your life'." "Can you word that the way Vinnie might say it?" Winters asked. "Not a problem." 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." Winters looked around the group So much alike, and so different. The family he had lost. The family he had regained. "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 him. Vinnie 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- His eyes fell on the breakfast line again. He walked over, looking at the polish sausage links. Unwilling, he reach out and picked one end piece up that was about eight inches long. Then he took two tubs of chocolate syrup. I'm only going to eat sausage. He told himself. It's just... He found himself dipping the sausage then bringing it toward his mouth. Suddenly he knew that if he did this, if he shoved that meat into his mouth he wouldn'e bite it. He would suck it, lick it, moan hoping sperm would- 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 locking 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 had been 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 too?" "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 right now, 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 she had said. Now Vinnie understood because with that smell came that urge. If it had been anyone but David, he might have resisted. "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, and he knew instinctively that it smelled nothing like chocolate. But the mind was on automatic. That part of David smelled like chocolate, whether it did of not and chocolate meant dick. Part of him wanted it, could feel himself salivating over it. The shorts hit the wall, and he caught David's penis 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. David saw the look, and was alarmed by it. "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 took two steps back. "Don't move. Look at me, David." Vinnie stood away from him, looking into David's 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 looking up into David's flushed face. 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." XVI Vinnie stretched luxuriantly. David at the moment was a warm presence beside him at dinner, but there was a disquieting silence. Part of his mind still railed against what Vinnie was beginning to accept. He felt surges of anger in there that frankly terrified him. He looked at David, and suddenly pictured hands reaching out, neck snapping, boots, not the heels he wore but heavy work boots crushing his head and ribs. He stood, hands to his head, shivering. "Vanessa?" "Stay back, David," Vinnie whispered. He knew that if David came close enough those hands would reach out, they would crush the life from him. He opened his eyes, and David was walking toward him. "Please, stay back!" Vinnie spun, running down the hall, slamming into the room, closing the door, and leaning against it. ***** "Doc?" Van Pelt said. He was on monitor, and was watching Vinnie collapsed in a heap in the floor against the door, hands against his face, looking as if he had seen a ghost. Solomon stepped over, looking at the monitor. "Leave him alone for a moment." He picked up the phone. Drea, check on Vinnie in a few minutes." He felt a sudden chill. "Not alone." ***** Vinnie was crumpled against the door, part of him trying to push backward through it and escape, part of him desperate to stay here in the womb. So you've given up. Vinnie sneered at him. "I can't escape without her. I'll pay that price," Vinnie whispered. The right hand came up, and Vinnie slammed into the door, choking. I won't. Maybe I'll kill that little faggot you seem to like so much. The left hand came up, peeling the fingers of the throttling hand. "You touch him and-" You'll what? Kill me? "Yes, damn you, I'll-!" Vinnie wanted to say it. 'I'll fucking kill you'. But he couldn't. It was as profound as the change that made Saul of Tarsus Paul the Apostle, and as overwhelming. "I'll stop you!" How? The voice was amused. I can see it in your heart, bitch. You can't even say it. Just contemplating it is terrifying you. But you don't have a choice. Either I die or you do. You'll have to die to stop me, bitch! The hand caught him by the hair, pulling up, Vinnie choked back a scream. Get up, bitch! "No." The hand pulled harder. Get up and get your little toy. "No!" I'm going to fuck you until you bleed, then I'm going to ram it down your traitorous fucking throat until you choke! ***** Martin was almost hypnotized by the scene. Vinnie was eeling across the floor toward the vent, the right hand pulling at the hair, the left trying to stop it. Through it all the she-male was talking, mewling in terror, and totally unable to help herself. Like she had been just the other day with the hypnotics. But none had been administered. The right hand let go, ripping the vent off the wall, flinging it aside. The two hands fought, and the dildo was in the right hand held like a dagger. The fight continued. The left held it away frantically as the right tried to ram it into his mouth. Vinnie's eyes were tightly shut, head moving away. "We had better stop this," Solomon said. "Hit him." Drea opened the door, witnessing the last moments before Vinnie suddenly collapsed. The orderlies picked him up, and strapped him down. One went out, and returned with small security bolts and an electric drill. There was a whine as he anchored the vent back. Once he had, the orderlies left the room. Drea walked over. She suddenly pitied this man. He was a monster, an animal, and everything they had done was a just revenge. Still she pitied him. Vinnie's eyes snapped open, frantically looking around. He tried to move his arms, then his legs. But when he realized he was restrained, he relaxed. "Thank god," he whispered. "I'll get the doctor." No, please, let me rest a moment. Please." Vinnie closed his eyes, tears running down into his ears. "First her, now him. I can't take it." "Him?" "There are two of them in there now," he whispered. "Vanessa wants me to be womanly, soft. Vinnie wants me to be a maniac. I don't know how long I can stand it." He looked at her. "Vinnie threatened David. Said he'd kill him." He shook his head. "I can't explain it, but David makes me happy. I feel... loved when he's with me. Jennifer is the sister I never had. They're a pair of kids that make me feel needed." He closed his eyes, sobbing. "I've never been needed." Drea reached out, and Vinnie stopped her. "Not the right hand, please. He'll hurt you. If he can't get to me, he'll get to David, or you. Something that will get me trapped in a straitjacket." Drea was softening more at this. The Vinnie they had brought here wouldn't have cared beyond his own needs. She took his left hand, and he squeezed it. "Thank you, nurse. Please, get the doctor." Solomon walked in a few minutes later. "Who am I speaking to?" "Vinnie sighed. "That's the problem I am having, Doc. Vanessa has been speaking to me for months now. Suddenly, there's someone new." "Explain." "About three weeks ago, Vanessa broke off part of herself. It's me Doc. The person I was is alive in here separate from me, and I can't- I can't fight him. He threatened to kill David, and I couldn't even return that threat! If he kills David... Part of me will die, Doc. I'll be Vanessa, but there won't be anyone I care about, that I can feel safe caring about. I'll be dead inside, with no one to love. I'll smell chocolate and want him and he'll be gone!" He wailed. The bound figure cried, the deep wracking sobs of someone who has no hope remaining. Solomon wrote in the file, and the nurse came in and gave him a sedative. For the first time since he had been captured, it was what he needed, not what they decided. ***** "I don't understand," Winters growled. "You want to stop?" "May I explain?" Solomon asked. Of the team, only Chin Van Pelt and Winters wanted to continue. The old man nodded. "Talk to me." "When we started, we had a monster in human flesh who killed because he enjoyed it. But something happened during that last session" "Why don't you explain better than that," Van Pelt commented. Solomon took the notepad. "I copied down what was said in the last hypnotic suggestion session. Vinnie mentioned chocolate." He slid it across. "We used chocolate to imprint the act on Vinnie. It seems to have gone deeper than we might have imagine. Yesterday when Vinnie seduced David, did you notice what was on his pants?" "Chocolate icing," Hubert replied. "It is very hard to get out." "The act under hypnosis, the command to remember it every time he smells chocolate imprinted so far down that Vinnie now has an almost overwhelming urge to feed his sexual hunger when he smells it. But we broke off the other Vinnie too well. "We now have three personalities inside his head, two of them quite real. We have Vanessa, whom we created, and is pushing Vinnie toward femininity as we had planned. We have the new personality. Let's call him Mr. Hyde. He is all of those negative aspects of Vinnie. The cruelty, the enjoyment of other people's pain. In the middle, we have our Vinnie. He is in body female, in mind, he has become a mixture of both Vanessa and himself. "We caused it. I even know how." Solomon sighed. "We have given Vinnie an insoluble problem. He cannot escape because we won't let him. Our Vanessa-" He waved at Van Pelt, who had been on the monitor that day, "Taunting him that she could escape, but Vinnie couldn't without her help. "There is nothing Vinnie could do on the physical level. He could however do something on the psychological level. As I said, I could change him from homicidal maniac to saint, and Vinnie has done that for us. The new personality is of that stripe. This new person, the one I would say should be called the real Vanessa has thrown away all of the baggage that made her Vinnie. All of the evil he might do has moved into the other, more vicious personality. "She is nonviolent, so much so that while she was willing to fight back, she couldn't do the one thing that would have freed her of this other monster. Vinnie is ambidextrous. We took that into account when we used the technique we did. Yet while Vinnie could kill with either hand, all the left hand, the Vanessa hand did was try to stop Vinnie from killing her. She could have snapped her own neck, or crushed her own larynx but she didn't even consider it. She fought back, but didn't try to kill. "But you have to understand it from my viewpoint." Solomon looked at them. "The instant the real Vanessa did this, we were no longer dealing with the same person. We were dealing with an entirely different, innocent personality, and I don't give a damn about the money any more! Or vengeance! I will not torture an innocent. I will not become what Vinnie was." Chin looked at him. "You are the psychologist. I must accept your professional position. I withdraw my argument." "But-" "Martin, would you rip the wings off of flies? Shatter a dog's leg and pour gasoline on it because you could?" "Christ, Doc! No!" "Then accept my professional opinion that Vinnie Saliari is dead. The person we are tormenting is not that man." Van Pelt sighed, nodding. They all looked at Winters. The old man glared at them. Then turned, looking at Hubert. "Well, you always had an opinion before. Say something, Hubert!" "Sir, I must concur with the doctor's prognosis. We have succeeded in doing what we set out to do. Except for one small trapped portion of his personality, Vinnie Saliari is dead. we must now deal with the damage we are causing in an innocent woman's mind." Winters glared at him for a long moment. "All right. If I disagreed, he wouldn't speak to me for the rest of my life." The old man suddenly smiled. "You know, Doc, when I said that I felt a weight lift off of my chest. I think if I had been honest I would have said stop it." "Thank you, sir. But now as I said, we have one last problem. The Vinnie we have created is out of our control. We cannot hear him, or speak directly to him except through our link to Vanessa. We must crush it, kill it. Free her so she can have a life." "A life? What kind of life?" Winters laughed. "The lies we told Vinnie when he woke up are just that. There is no murder charge, no commitment, no call to the Don. If Vinnie appeared on the road outside of the gates this very minute no one would be looking for him. We can create a persona he can slip into." "Sure," Shandon commented. "A quick romp through the databases, we put Vinnie's fingerprints under that new name, use something from the old dead files for the records people have, so Vinnie will vanish. But..." He looked at the Doctor. "I don't think it's as easy as you are saying it is?" Solomon sighed. "You are right. If we fail to trap and destroy the evil we have unleashed, she will never be safe. This." He waved at the building. "Will be as much our prison as his. All of us trapped here trying to atone for the evil we have done." "Then I would suggest we plan very carefully," Hubert said. "As much as I like Colorado, I see no reason to retire here." XVII Deirdre came in, carrying the tray with the meds. Vinnie opened his eyes. "Don't you ever go home?" "I live here, Mr. Saliari. I only go into town when I'm bored." "What's it like? The town?" "Snowdon? Population about 5,000 when they have skiing, and 300 off season." "Sounds wonderful." He sighed. "A place where you just drop in and disappear like a stone." "Maybe. I prefer a little more entertainment." She popped the cap off the syringe, pointing it upward. "What is that?" "The doctor thought that if we mixed Janusin with a 10 to one of your normal sedative you could meet and speak with all of the personalities." She said. "There's a new one I hear?" "Remember what I was like when you first met me?" he asked. "Yeah. A real asshole." "This one makes me look like a saint." "Well let's hope you can deal with him, because I don't want to go through that again." Deirdre injected the medicine in a vein, wiping the spot with a swab. Then she left the room. Except for her, everyone was in the control room waiting. Solomon had lit a cigar, and was watching the screen. Juliana was on the monitor, with a throat mike so that people could suggest things to her without a break in the conversation. She looked tense, but nodded when Solomon quirked an eyebrow. "Begin." What have you done Vinnie? Vanessa asked. The world was still sharp, but Vinnie sounded as if he had just found his mother. "Vanessa, help me. We made Vinnie, and I have to stop him!" In the control room, Juliana shrugged. Vinnie, I have been losing control as time went by. "What do you mean?" That as you came closer to my ideal, I have become part of you. Like eating a fish. All those little molecules feed you, and the rest is just shit. "No, I need you. I have to stop him!" He can only be stopped if he dies, Vinnie. There's nothing I can do to help you. "Please." The room was starting to stretch a little. "You beat me! Help me beat him!" He has all off your weaknesses and none of your strengths, Vinnie. Use them. I will lend my strength if I can. But most of me is in you now. He could see her. She had faded, shrunk a little. No longer the horrible nemesis he had first met. She was almost familiar and comfortable now. The door opened, and Juliana stiffened. Her finger punched the off switch. "Christ, the door!" "Deirdre-" "It's too late. Just get ready to knock him out. We can try again another night." Down in the room, the small figure walked over. "Oh my love." Vinnie looked up. It was Jennifer, looking woebegone in her teddy. She bent over him, and began unbuckling the straps. "No. Don't let me loose!" Vinnie tried to say. But the words fell into syrup and were gone between his brain and his mouth. He felt a darkness coming, and on the horizon of his mind he saw a black tornado named Vinnie. "Vanessa, help me!" You have to confront him, Vinnie. I know his weaknesses, but I've never felt them. You did! Fight him! Jennifer squealed as two hand suddenly caught her by the arms. "Jennifer, do you love me?" "Oh Vanessa, we love you. Both of us!" His head lowered. "If you love me, you will trust me. Please." "Anything, my love." "Leave. Go back to your room. Either I will beat him tonight, or I will die." The head came up, and the expression was serene. "Either way, remember that I love you both. Now go." Jennifer flinched back, then ran. The cloud was there, and Vinnie felt himself being slammed down off the bed. Fine, bitch! Now you're mine! Vinnie towered over him, a monster in every way. He reach down, and Vinnie caught at his throat. He gasped, struggling. The monster lifted him up, looking down into the eyes of his victim. But maybe one last fuck? On the screen, Vinnie was on the floor, writhing The right hand was locked on the neck, the left frantically beating on it. Juliana leaned forward. "You know his weaknesses, Vinnie, fight him!" You know his weaknesses, Vinnie, fight him! Vinnie suddenly remember his third birthday. They had gone to the beach, and he had chased the waves, then run away from them. Someone had called him, distracting him, and a wave had smashed him down. He'd always been terrified of the water since then. His worst nightmare was to drown... Her pictured it, and suddenly the monster and he were being swirled around in a millrace. Vinnie broke free, rising to the surface gasping. The monster rose, and before he could take a breath, she caught him around the throat, slamming him back under. On the screen both hands were locked on the throat, throttling him. But the face was still serene. No! Stop it you bitch! I can't kill you, you crazy bastard, but I can kill myself! The figures swirled around. There was no real speech, only thoughts flashing out and being answered. There was no telling which way led to the surface. There was only the fight, the hands locked on throats, knowing that whoever ran out of air first was dead. Vinnie could feel Vanessa flow into him. She had always used his fears to beat on him, and now he turned that to his advantage. The figure he struggled with was shrinking, becoming more manageable. Then it was Vinnie, the shark skin suit stuck like a real shark's skin. And Vinnie himself began to change. His features blurred, becoming those of the woman he had fought all this time. The woman that now threw her own strength into the conflict on his side. The woman he was now and forever. No, Vinnie. The composite said. I renounce you. I will live without you. You can't bitch! I'll fucking kill you! I have air, you don't. The composite purred. The monster struggled frantically, trying to break free. His terror outweighing his anger. She held her grip, then suddenly the legs came up, punching the monster in the stomach at the same time the hands eased. The monster instinctively sucked in water. Before it could be expelled, the hands were back, squeezing tighter and tighter. If I die, so do you. She purred as they descended into blackness. XVIII The patient's eyes opened. There was a dappled pattern on the wall. A door with a screen stood open. A woman with red hair in a nurse's uniform came it, walking up to stand by the left hand side of the bed. The patient was restrained, all that took was a simple stiffening of the arms and legs to ascertain. "Ah, you're awake." The nurse lifted a tumbler with a glass straw, fitting it between the patient 's lips. "All right, drink as much as you want." Thirsty. The patient had never been so thirsty. The lips puckered, and water drenched the dried tissue. Sucking the glass empty. "The doctor is not at all pleased with you. Or with Jennifer." "Why?" The patient asked. There was something of great importance in that phrase. But what? Solomon walked in. The patient wondered if he ever put down that clipboard. "All right. Now, who am I speaking to?" "Doctor, don't you recognize me?" "I know who you are, but I want to know who you think you are." "You're silly. Let's pretend we've never met. Hello, Doctor, My name is Vanessa." "All right." He made a note. "Now where is Vinnie?" "Who?" "When you came here, you had a split personality." "A split personality..." The patient murmured, looking toward the wall. The dappling became two figures fighting in a cold wet world, sinking into stygian darkness, then one swimming for the surface at last alone. "I don't know how to explain it." Vanessa said. "I... I see two people. One was a monster in all but race. A man with the soul of a monster. I know I faced it, I fought it. With the help of..." Her brow crinkled. "With the help of someone else I beat him." "Someone else?" "A mirror image of myself doctor. I can't explain it any better." Vanessa rubbed her throat. "What happened?" "After being given an injection, you proceeded to throw yourself around the room and tried to strangle yourself." "Oh god. Am I getting any better?" "I don't know." Solomon sighed. He put away the pen. "Someone wants to see you, if that is all right?" "Do you think it is?" she asked seriously. "Am I a danger?" "I don't know." He walked over to the door, opening it. Vanessa's face lit up. "David!" The young man walked over, standing over her. "Vanessa. Or is it Vinnie?" "Vinnie?" She looked confused. "Vinnie is... He's dead, David. He went away and is never coming back." His hand reached out, touching the cuff. "Then why..." "They aren't sure, David. I understand that and I'd rather be cuffed for a year than hurt anyone." She leaned back. "Give me a kiss love. Let me know you love me." David bent over, kissing her delicately on the mouth. "David." She said tartly. "If you love me, kiss me like you mean it!" He smiled shyly, then bent forward. The kiss was long soft, gentle yet demanding. Vanessa was whimpering when it ended. "David, could you come tonight?" "What?" "I suddenly got a surge of lust when you did that." She looked at the cuffs. "Maybe part of me wants to be tied up while you have your way with me?" He chuckled. "All right, later." ***** The testing took a month. Vanessa was watched more closely than he had been since he arrived. There was no sign that Vinnie had ever existed. Solomon sighed, looking over the taped scenes over and over. The orderlies had been instructed to push the pressure a little. While the rules of a mental hospital don't allow torture or abuse by the staff, they do allow you to defend yourself. A lot of orderlies had succeeded in beating patients over the years by forcing it. Yet Vanessa never showed anger. Not even the slight amount that would have been normal. She was sweet tempered, generous to a fault. When an orderly named Jackson Pickett had complained about a problem with a law suit, Vanessa has stopped, and sat down with him, given him a dissertation on what to do to settle the problem without undue fuss. It hadn't even been couched in the second Generation Italian he had used up until then. Instead it was the smooth mellow tones that the Vanessa they had created used. She had been inseparable from David or Jennifer. She was disconsolate when they were away, and ecstatic when they were there. She intentionally placed herself between the person she cared about in whatever gender they were at that moment, and any outside threat. She had stood up to Max without violence. Watching her, snug against David's side, or holding Jennifer snug against her side as they walked, Solomon finally buried Vinnie. ***** They lay in the bed, their sweat almost freezing in the chill of late autumn. Vanessa ran her fingers through Jennifer's hair. She had never felt such contentment. "Love?" "Mn?" The head swiveled. In the last month of so David had merely allowed his hair to grow. In maybe another six weeks it would be long enough to braid or style. There are a lot of pretty men in the world, and David would merely look like a man with long hair without the make up. Yet all Jennifer would need to do is put it on to come out. The best of both worlds. "I want you to do something for me." "All right." The voice was trusting. She could have made him put his hand in a garbage disposal, and he would do it with the same trust. "I want you to suck me." She stopped Jennifer. "No. Down there." "But..." Her lip quivered. "You were hurt that last time!" "I know, love. But the person I was then is gone now. I love you, I trust you. If I think it is going to hurt, I will ask you to stop. But I must know." Jennifer's head dropped. "Okay." She slid down, and Vanessa felt the tongue that flicked across the head, making her gasp. It felt wonderful. She began sobbing, hands on Jennifer's head, not to force, but to show that she loved what was being done. Suddenly a finger entered her ass and she screamed in an orgasm. Jennifer slid up her body. "Why did you have me do that?" She kissed the diminutive cross dresser. "Because I want you able to touch any part of me, knowing I will let you, and it does not hurt." Then she rolled over, holding the girl down. "And I will do the same!" She began tickling Jennifer, and they collapsed into a gently chuckling pile. ***** 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 you, Vanessa. I thought I had proven that." 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. stiletto 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? "How about dinner first? It's my first night out in a long time." Okay. Half a mile farther on is a small cafe. They should still be open. 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. Knowing Vinnie's specialty, the surveillance team was at a distance. The camera in the pendant and earrings would show what was happening right before him, and by timing it right, say when he stopped at a light or sign, they could still drop him like a pole axed steer. Since the town only had a few small roads, they had to run in trail and ahead of him. The cafe was a small out of the way place, the kind tourist communities start with. A nice quiet eating place that served the locals, and the few tourists at this time of year. The sign merely said Santee, and she pulled in, locking her car and striding in. The waitress was an older woman who served her silently. There were few customers, and it was late. Vanessa was the last customer. She ordered a salad and coffee, eating silently, looking out of the window. It was a beautiful town, and if she hadn't been an escaped prisoner from a mental hospital, she would have settled down here and become just another face on the street. She pictured it, Jennifer or David walking beside her, feeling the crisp autumn air, madly in love and happy just to be together. Bodies in the evening cuddled against the chill, or in the heat of summer under a sheet, always touching, as if in fear that the other would vanish as if they had never been. Another difference. Vinnie had always liked the nightlife, the club scene. Picking a different girl every night as if they were tampons to use and throw away. Vanessa wanted peace and quiet, and someone to grow old with. She paused, looking at the cup. What would she really do if she escaped? Wandering the world, alone because David might not be able to escape with her. No money, hunted by an implacable enemy that would kill her instantly if they knew she was alive. She didn't want that. She wanted the cottage, where it was didn't matter. David and Jennifer at her side, holding each other in the night. That had become her dream since they had made love. The last weeks had been the most blissful imaginable. What if there was no place for them beyond that fence? She paid for her meal, and the chill of the evening fit her mood. She fumbled out the keys in the aisle and they fell. Before she could bend a voice said, "I'll get those." A head appeared in her sight, and old reflexes cut in. She was trembling with an adrenaline rush as the man stood. Part of her knew she could kill him with a single blow, another knew that unless she was in danger, she couldn't even contemplate hurting someone. He was an older man with an open face and a soft smile. "Can't have an attractive woman crawling on her knees, now can we?" She had heard the accent before on television. He held out the keys, and she took them gently. "Thank you." "Do you live here?" he asked. "No. I am just passing through." He looked around, and for some reason she pictured him in a butler's uniform with a sour expression. "Nice little town. A good place to meet people and live out your life." He looked askance at her. "Maybe grow old with a special someone." "I was thinking that myself." She replied. She looked around, sighing. "But I don't know if there is a place for me." "If you don't try, you have already failed in life," he said. "I wish there was a place for me," she whispered. "More than anything." "Do you know anything about shellfish?" Now she looked at him askance. "What does that have to do with it?" "There is a variety called the hermit crab. It doesn't have a shell, and to protect itself, it slides it's abdomen into shells of other life that have passed on. But it grows just as does all life, and soon that old shell becomes...confining. When this happens, it finds another shell, and moves into it. "Like that animal, your life has grown beyond what you expected. There is a place, but you must find it." "You're a butler." "Is it that obvious?" "The accent, that upright posture. The aphorisms. If you weren't a butler, you have wasted your talents." He chuckled. "I was a butler, but I retired." "Thank you, sir." "Oh, please. Sir is what I called my employer for almost forty years." He reached out. "I am Hubert." "Vanessa." He took her hand, then bent, kissing the back. Vanessa felt a thrill down her spine. "Very nice to meet you, Vanessa. Keep looking." "I will." "Ah!" He held up a finger. "I shall." "Thank you again." She got into the car. Hubert watched her drive away. The van pulled up beside him, and Shandon looked out. "I think you are more insane than he is." "She, sir. There was no trace of the monster we have been tormenting in her face. Her heart is upon her sleeve, to be poked prodded and destroyed." ***** 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 knew 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 half a glass 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. Maybe, 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. Then he saw Vanessa. "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 the 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. Now someone would make love to her in it, removing the old stain forever. She pulled open the door, running barefoot down the hall. 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. XIX 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, looking forward to their holiday somewhere peaceful and cool. 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 and it hadn't hurt. She had enjoyed it, screaming into an orgasm that had shifted her world. 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 was 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. "I must admit I lied just a bit. I didn't call the Don, You aren't hunted. I had taken all of your cash including that skim you were taking and it's in an account. You have the card you need to get it at any ATM. "I had planned on going it alone, but you and Jennifer changed that. David? Which one should I refer to? Anyway I had manufactured an ID for me, but I had to bust my hump getting some made for them. "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. Goodbye." "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 Colorado address. Behind it were two IDs, one with David's face and another for Jennifer with the same last name. A bank book with just over 400,000 dollars in it and two cards, a bank debit card and a gold Master card. 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. Jennifer slid over the seat, pulling at the uncomfortable David clothes. Vanessa showed her the IDs and money. "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.