From wyckoff@ag.arizona.edu Wed Mar 19 23:05:06 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!newsfeed.nacamar.de!news.nacamar.de!uunet!in1.uu.net!128.196.139.12!news.Arizona.EDU!ag.arizona.edu!wyckoff From: Hank Wyckoff <wyckoff@ag.arizona.edu> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Mr Jeckyl-Hyde (2/4) [m/f, nc, existential, surreal] Date: Wed, 19 Mar 1997 21:05:06 -0700 Organization: The University of Arizona Lines: 250 Message-ID: <Pine.SOL.3.95.970319210251.2911A-100000@ag.arizona.edu> References: <Pine.SOL.3.95.970319205542.2506A-100000@ag.arizona.edu> NNTP-Posting-Host: ag.arizona.edu Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII In-Reply-To: <Pine.SOL.3.95.970319205542.2506A-100000@ag.arizona.edu> Continued from part 1 ============================================================== Beth smiled, "Who was she?" "Huh?" I asked in genuine confusion. She winked, "Who did you sleep with? I can tell, you know!" "Really?" "Yeah! You're smiling, and you look like you haven't had any sleep." She looked oddly at me, "You also look like you've lost a lot of weight!" The wicked grin returned, "That must have been one hell of a night!" "It sure was!" I muttered under my breath. But you know, I was happy. I still had a hangover, but I was happy. I didn't feel the pain. I think I found the cure. I didn't need to kill, but I needed to cause pain. Causing others pain must somehow lessen my own. A cosmic balance? *** I knew that there were definitely people watching me. They were everywhere, and not too subtle about it. Did they know I saw them? Maybe or maybe not. I didn't let them know that I saw them. Better the devil I know than the devil I don't. Besides, it might make them get someone who actually knows what he's doing. I led them on a chase. I went on an intricate bus ride, going to a few bars getting drunk, and then taking a run through the desert. Could you believe that they even followed me through the desert? Two guys in appropriate clothing were jogging a mile back. Appropriate clothes, but bad colors. Trust me: if you don't want to be seen, then blend in. And don't run so fast - - motion can be detected faster than color can. *** They found me in the canyon, heaving my guts out. There's nothing like a little Bacardi 151 to eat away at that stomach lining. I thought they were two men, but they were in fact a man and woman. The man looked like a weight-lifter who had his hair cut two times a week. The woman looked like she was trying to prove herself. Had that attitude. "Hi!" I managed to smile weakly. "You've been looking for me, I trust." There must have been something in me that they once again recognized, just like that old man did, because they started backing away, whimpering for mercy. The man looked more frightened than the woman. I didn't care all that much. "I guess you have. Tell me. What do you see? Tell me honestly. I want to know why you fear me. Why you don't want anything to do with me." They didn't answer. Instead, they tried to run. Tried. They tripped on some loose rock, and landed on their hands. Made a few painful grunts as they tried to get to their feet, but I got there first. When I got that old man, I didn't know what hit me, but when I went after these two people sent to watch me, I deliberately acted. This time, I knew that I liked this. I needed to ease the pain that was always there by causing it. It felt better already. *** "Good evening," I smiled at my two captives as they opened their eyes. They were in my home, though they didn't know this yet. Maybe. "It's been quite a while, and your friends are looking for you, but they can't prove it was me who took you. In fact, they're even buying my story. "You see, I got drunk and took a run out in the canyon, but a score of witnesses -- civilians as well as two of your other friends -- say that as I was heaving out my guts, a shadowy figure snuck in behind you and took you two captive. I remained behind, untouched. This suspect is a direct match to the bum's description." They stared at me with wide eyes, not even trying to scream through their ball gags as I laughed. "I don't remember it that way, or at least all of it that way, but apparently, that's what the others saw." He scratched my chin, "If you want my speculation, I believe I can cloud the minds of those around me. They never saw the real me, so they don't see me. They see some illusion that their minds fill in. If you weren't gagged, I'd ask which person you see, but it doesn't really matter, cause I know who I am now." They were both hanging from their wrists to the beams in the old ceiling. I used their own cuffs on them. For the time being, they wore the same shirts and shorts that they came here with, even the socks and running shoes. Of course, I'd taken their gun and wallets, so I could gain some knowledge of these people. "You wonder what I am going to do with you. Humans are humans, and so you're going to have some level of curiosity." They didn't have to answer. I answered anyway. I would have regardless of what they said. "This is what will happen: you will never leave this place alive. You will die. The question is when, and in how many pieces: one or many." *** I was getting to know the detective pretty well. I even knew his first name: Frank. "Frank, I really don't know what to tell you. It appears that someone is after me, and your men got in his way. Not only can a score of impartial witnesses vouch for that, so can the police and paramedics who came on the scene. Don't get me wrong: I feel as bad as you do. Maybe worse, cause I was there and couldn't do a damn thing about it." He nodded glumly, "It appears that I owe you an apology. You have to understand how it looked." I nodded, "Of course I understand. What you have to do now is move on with things and find out whoever this is. I can tell you this much: I have no idea. Until the canyon, I had no idea that I was being hunted." He was deep in thought. "Maybe we better put you into protective custody..." I laughed, "Yeah, and risk losing whoever this is? Why don't you put a ring of surveillance around my place and wait for him to strike?" He stared at me as if I were crazy, "That's what I prefer to do, but do you have any idea how many people want to pack their bags and run?" I shrugged, smiling, "I'm curious. That's a bad trait, but I can't let it go. I'm probably even more curious than you are." The detective nodded. "Very good. Go about your business, and we'll put more men on you." He paused for a moment, "But before you do leave, would you please stop by the front counter to get your fingerprints taken?" *** Mary, her name was. Mary O'Leary. An Irish name, but I'd say that she looked more Italian. Probably not surprising if her ancestors came from New York. She was in another room. John hung from the ceiling in the original room, while I had moved her into this room. The bathroom. It was the only room with tile floors, and I had but tiles on the walls and ceiling as well. Easy to clean. This was a pretty large room. About twenty by ten, minus some ground area taken up by the large tub, the sink, and the toilet. Mary's hands were cuffed in front of her, but that didn't really mean that she had any more advantage than she had before. In fact, she had less. Her feet were cuffed, and her body secured by a seat-belt bolted to the wall. It would take about a thousand pounds to rip it out. Even when my special festivities were planned, she wouldn't be able to rip it out. Of course, she was still gagged, but that would soon change. Not that I was worried, of course, if she made noise. She'd be too occupied with other sensations than the desire to get help. I sat on the toilet, genuinely smiling as I gazed upon her body and her fearful eyes. She was trying to say something. Scream something. It just came out as this muffled moan. I let it go on for a while before I spoke, "For all of my conscious life, I have been shunned. I've been so lonely, because I didn't have anything in common with anyone. Nobody would willingly even talk to me. It was only out of necessity when they did so.. I looked up to the ceiling, "I was so lonely that it was painful. Do you know what it's like to face nothing but rejection, no matter what you do? You're a woman, so you must know how pleasurable it is to do the rejecting. To know that you have the power. "I always wondered what goes through the minds of women as they play their games with men. They are called 'the fairer sex,' but I call women the 'crueler sex' for the reason that while men are honest with their feelings, women are so full of duplicity." She was now confused as I drove the point home, so to speak, "Today, and for the rest of your life, I am going to have power over you. You must be the sacrifice: the symbolic repayment for anything a woman has done for me. Whatever crime has been committed, you must pay the price. "John will pay the price for the crimes that men have committed against me, but that is for another time." She knew it. She knew that I was, at best, mentally disturbed. She knew that whatever would happen next, it was not going to be predictable or enjoyable. After all this time, she wore her clothes. I did as well. Now, it was time for things to change. "I wonder what a woman feels when she wears no clothes. Does she feel comfortable, or exposed?" I grabbed her hands and raised them above her head, securing them to a chain that hung from the ceiling. A few turns of a crank, and her arms were stretched tightly. Mary's breasts were small, and the tension made them stand out just a little bit. Enough to make them more noticeable. I loosened the seat belt fastening her to the floor, and with a few more cranks, she was partially suspended in the air. She moaned in pain, but this was a pain that she could tolerate. I could feel a bulge in my pants. My dick hurt a little because it was too constrained. But I didn't do anything about that yet. I enjoyed her fear as I attached a chain to each leg and pulled. She struggled as I undid the ankle cuffs, moaning through her gag, but her struggles came to naught as I tightened the chains that were fastened to the left and right of her, several feet away. Her back against the wall, and her waist fastened to where the floor and wall met, her legs were spread into a splitz. A few more cranks of the chains, and they were strained. Continued in part 3.