From wyckoff@ag.arizona.edu Wed Mar 19 23:11:00 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!cam-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!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 (4/4) [m/f, nc, existential, surreal] Date: Wed, 19 Mar 1997 21:11:00 -0700 Organization: The University of Arizona Lines: 192 Message-ID: <Pine.SOL.3.95.970319210925.3146B-100000@ag.arizona.edu> References: <Pine.SOL.3.95.970319205542.2506A-100000@ag.arizona.edu> <Pine.SOL.3.95.970319210251.2911A-100000@ag.arizona.edu> <Pine.SOL.3.95.970319210651.3146A-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.3.95.970319210651.3146A-100000@ag.arizona.edu> Continued from part 3. The detective shook his head, "I don't know what to say. After four weeks, we've come up with nothing. I've already lightened the surveillance, but I'm going to have to cut it off completely until something else happens." I nodded, "That sounds reasonable. Maybe he got tired and skipped town?" "Whatever. But let me know if he comes back?" I nodded. "Thanks a lot for your help." *** Three vibrators were fastened into each of Mary's holes: her mouth, her asshole, and her cunt. The one in her mouth was programmed to squirt life-like cum into her mouth. If she was smart, she'd swallow it. The vibrators were all on high, and I figured that after a few days of this, that she had to be reaching her limits of pleasure. Her face was flushed, and her limbs were shaking. She was no longer straining, which was obvious, given the red marks on her wrists and ankles. On seeing me, she began moaning. Probably begging me to stop. I undid the straps and pulled the vibrator from her mouth. At first, she spit for a few moments. "Thank you!" "I take it that you didn't enjoy yourself?" I roughly pulled out the other two, smiling as she gasped. I was surprised at what she said next, but her eyes looked sincere, "I missed you. I need your cock in me!" I didn't know what to say. I had wanted her to submit, and to love me, but it was such an impossible dream that I didn't know what to say. For a few moments, I stood motionless, not even knowing if she could see how she was affecting me. "I'll give you the ride of your life!" I promised, taking her out of her chains (but leaving the collar on). "Tell me that you love me!" "I love you!" she screamed as she jammed a thumb into my right eye. "AAAAA!" I fell against the floor, holding my hands to my eye, feeling the blood, and not knowing if she had blinded me. The pain was too much. The chain wrapped around my throat, and the next thing I knew, I was no longer feeling the pain. I didn't see anything. *** Detective Frank Sor looked me. I sat in a straightjacket, the two of us separated by a clear, bulletproof wall. Not even the wires from the microphones and speakers went through the wall. There was a lot of strain in his eyes. I could see that with the one eye that I had left. I still wanted to scratch at my bad eye, if my right hand weren't restrained as well. Not much I could do with my left, since it wasn't there anymore. "So," I said. "You've got me. What now? What do you do?" "I'm letting you go," he said suddenly. "Like the witnesses said before, you weren't the man. You're not the man." "I don't understand!" He smiled, "You don't need to cover for him. He can't threaten you anymore. This psychiatric ward has a most excellent doctor, and he recognized your condition. Of course, we can't tell the news about it, since they wouldn't believe it. You see, we in the police force encounter real things in the trenches, and... well... we take it for what they're worth." I shook my head. "You've still got me." "Son... you were possessed, and the Beast within was exorcised." A new man entered the room behind the detective. It was the homeless man that I beat the crap out of. Except that he wasn't homeless. He was a psychiatrist. He was smiling. He was healthy. The detective gestured towards him negligently, "Dr. van Buren here was following you that night because he saw what you truly were, and the Beast within knew it. He emerged that night for real, because he knew that he could hide no longer. Your despair allowed him the foothold that he needed." The Doctor continued. "In the old days, evil within us was locked away. We hid it in the sand, thinking that if we didn't see it, it was banished forever. But we have learned much. First off, we have learned that evil is a very tangible force at work, actively wearing us down, and sometimes taking us over, as you were taken over. We have also learned how to permanently deal with evil." The Doctor held up a mirror. I saw myself, sitting by myself. The other man was gone. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't believe it... but then again, it offered some sort of explanation that fit what I had observed as the facts. The detective stood up and smiled, "Thank you for helping us so much with this matter. You're a very brave man. Most people would have burrowed within and never resisted what was within. You have actively resisted this evil for all of your life, and when it emerged, you did your best to undermine it. If you had not acted when you did, you might have never been saved." The straightjacket was removed by a smiling attendant, and the smiling man showed me the way out. "This is too surreal," I repeated to myself as I entered the outside world, wearing a new set of white clothes. Civilian clothes of course, and fashionable, but all white. I looked around, the world looking somehow... better. Happier. Less gloomy. I was greeted by someone. My heart gripped my throat in fear as I realized that it was Mary. Maybe the Doctor was right, because I faced her with a conscience, knowing what I had done, and feeling genuine guilt and pain. It may have been the man with the hat who directed the action, but it was still I who had done such things to her, wasn't it? "Do anything you want, and I won't resist you," I said, holding my open hands out. "I'll understand. I'd be enraged too if some monster who raped me got off free." She shook her head sharply, tears falling down her face. "You don't understand!" I was totally shocked when she gave me a sharp hug, almost lifting me up into the air. Mary laughed at my confusion, grabbing my hands when I reflexively backed away. "I don't need to forgive you, because you never did anything. I'm not mad at you either, because the monster is dead! Why would I want to hurt you because you're back in the body that the monster used to commit its own crimes?" This was too much to take. Were they right, or had I entered yet another insane world? I didn't know what to think. She helped me think, wrapping an arm around me and walking me in the right direction. "While you were in the hospital, we moved you to a new place. It's better." That was understandable. Make sure I didn't raise any unsavory ghosts. A gentle smile crept onto my face as I walked with her, with a certainty that I was drawn to Mary. I asked her one question. "What was it that I did? They say that I acted in time." She nodded, leaning her head against mine, "You broke out for a moment. I even saw the change. You told me who you really were, and that I had to trick the evil one. I had to pretend that I loved him... and the rest you know." *** The man watched them walk away, smiling to himself. Now he was free from that poor shlep. All these years of these horrible sensations of guilt and morality were gone. "You're a fucking idiot! You think she loves you? You think you love her? It's just some damned hormones that'll leave your bloodstream soon enough!" He shook his head, "If I get pulled into another fleshie, it'll be too soon!" Suddenly, he felt himself being drawn in a distinct direction. "Son of a bitch!" The pulling could not be disobeyed. Another hospital was nearby, except that this place took care of physical needs. A baby was pulled away from a totally exhausted mother. Within moments, he was looking out the eyes of the newborn baby. The End