Monsters - Chapter 37 – Beast Trap – Part 1 of 2

 Monsters

By Karen Singer

 

 Chapter 37 – Beast Trap – Part 1 of 2

 

Carol’s motorcycle screamed up the backroads, heading toward the cutoff point where they would stop Vince Beastman before he could get to Alfonso’s breaking house.  She had been trying for so long now to find that damn man, but that had been because she had wanted to find Brandy.  Well, now she had Brandy, and now, because of Beastman, Brandy was…not herself.  Because of that, she was going to make Beastman pay.  Permanently!

As she rode, her thoughts refused to leave Brandy and the way she had been.  Afraid.  Afraid wasn’t Brandy!  But now she was afraid.  And it seemed that she was mostly afraid of men.  All men. 

Her mother wanted to put Brandy through her mind warping process and wipe the experience completely from her head.  In effect, resetting Brandy back to who she was before she had been taken.  But Carol couldn’t do that to Brandy.  Besides, what would Brandy say…or do…when she found out why she had lost so much time?  That could have disastrous consequences.  In case her mother didn’t remember, Brandy was dangerous.  Was dangerous.  It seemed that now that she had been broken, the word dangerous couldn’t be used to describe her anymore.  Broken!

She had to find some way to bring Brandy…the old Brandy…back.  She had to find a way to light that spark of life in her again.  She had to find some way to restore Brandy’s confidence.  She had to find some way to bring back the old Brandy…the Brandy that she loved so much.  But how?  You could fix a broken car.  You could fix a broken bike.  But how did you fix a broken human being?  It wasn’t like you could just replace some of the parts…which was almost what her mother wanted to do to her.  Carol just didn’t see it working that way.  She had to find some way to fix her love.  How?  Right now, she simply didn’t see a way. 

In her frustration, she pushed her speeding bike to go even faster.  Eating up the miles as the frustration over Brandy was eating away at her.

 

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Alfonso was sitting calmly in the chair.  The shock collar was again locked around his neck.  He had put up no resistance at all.  In truth, he was completely incapable of putting up any kind of resistance to anything anymore.  That woman…Janice…had worked him over, but good.  And she had done it in such a way that he never imagined could be done.  He had no idea how long it had taken, he had lost all track of time during the process.  But instead of taking weeks or even days, she had done in one session what he thought would be impossible.  And now, his brain remembered everything, but accessing the willpower to do anything other than what she wanted was completely impossible.  Even in the state he was in, he found that amazing.  So he sat there calmly, like she told him he would, and waited.

As he sat waiting, his mind went back to the one subject that he was finding the most fascinating now.  Chickens.  They were such interesting creatures.  He had never really bothered learning anything about them before, other than the many different ways they could be prepared for dinner, but now it was like he couldn’t get enough information about them.  How they lived.  How they behaved.  What they ate.  What they did.  His hungry educated mind wanted more information about them.  He just thought it was lucky that Janice had allowed him to watch the couple of videos they had found for him.  Fascinating!  Amazing creatures.  Why hadn’t he thought to think about them before?  He should have!

The door opened and he looked up.  Janice!  He could do nothing about the fear that ran though him now at the sight of her.  She had locked that ability away with his ability to do anything else.

“Hello Alfonso,” Janice said as she entered the room and closed the door.  “Did you find the videos about chickens to be interesting?”

“Yes.  Very!” Alfonso replied immediately.

“Good.  Very good.  Perhaps later I’ll see about letting you learn more about them.”  She went over to the small table and poured herself a glass of iced-tea.  She took a long drink, then set the glass down on the table.  She picked up the remote control for the shock collar and turned to him.  “Stand up!”

Alfonso stood as fast as he could, but she had caught him by surprise.  The small quick shock came and went, even as she was giving the command for him to sit down again.  Stand up, sit down.  Do this, do that.  He knew that she had planted a command in his head that could drop him into a trance the moment she said it, but she never used it.  Instead, it was as if she was starting all over with him again…and he was helpless to resist.  Those thoughts didn’t last long as the commands came too quickly for him to process anything except what she was saying.  And then his brain didn’t have time to process even that much as his mind relaxed and let her mind take over.  Her will was his will.  Her will controlled him completely.  He had been lost to her will before, now he was doubly so.  None of which he was capable of realizing.  His brain barely existed anymore.  Only her will existed.  And that’s all that mattered.

As always, Janice didn’t take shortcuts.  She gave him the full treatment, making doubly sure that everything she needed him to know had been implanted in his brain.  As always, the second time around went faster and easier than the first time.  Even as smart as Alfonso thought he was, his mind was no match for hers.  She had cut her teeth learning to do this to the brightest men around.  One if which had been her husband.  Now, all of them, her husband included, were mentally nothing more than bugs.  And they would remain so for the rest of their lives.  And they were her first experiments.  She had only gotten better since.

Eventually, she had been through everything with him again.  For all intents and purposes, she was done with him.  But before she finished completely, she put the remote control down and took another long drink from her tea.  Then she turned back to him again, this time, for a little talk.

“Your breaking routine was interesting,” she told him.  “The interrogators told me all about it.  Tell me, where did you come up with the idea for those cages?”

“I needed a method to restrict all mobility,” he told her.  “Separate the mind from the body.   It took some trial and error, and several different designs, but in the end, I think what I created was good.”

“It was very good,” Janice conceded.  “And then once in the cages, you went out of your way to make them believe they were nothing more than inanimate objects, treating them so miserably and making them realize that there was nothing they would ever be able to do about it.  Tell me, is there anything about that part of your process that the interrogators didn’t think to ask about, or anything about it that you’re particularly proud of?”

“The cages,” Alfonso replied.  “I’m proud of developing those cages.”

“Of course,” Janice agreed.

“And one other thing.”

Janice had thought he was done, now she wanted to know what else he was proud of.  “What’s that?” she asked.

“The semi-isolation,” he replied.  “The women were always turned to face the blank wall, and they couldn’t see anyone else.  But they could hear everything going on in the room around them.  Even when something wasn’t physically happening to them at the time, whenever any of the other women were being worked with, their minds would still hear it and identify with what was happening.  In a sense, it would be happening to them as well, just not physically.”

Dastardly!  Janice had to smile at that.  “And how about your second stage of the process.  Once in the cages, you only gave the women one way out, to become animals as completely as they could.  In this case, I believe it was dogs.”

“Yes,” Alfonso replied.  “As dogs, they were still not human, but as dogs they still had the ability to give sexual pleasure.  That was the only thing they were allowed to do.  And when they didn’t do anything well enough, the trainers put them back into the cages, but they were still out in the dog pen where they could see all the others who were able to move around and do things, while they couldn’t.”

“So you used the same cages in the dog pens to give them further incentive to become exactly what you wanted.”

“Yes.”

Once again, the word dastardly ran through Janice’s mind.  But now it was time.  He was still deep in his latest trance, the conditioning completely fresh.  Now it was time to show him how dastardly she could be. 

“Alfonso,” she said, “I want you to listen carefully.  I’m about to give you some instructions.  You will follow them completely because you know you cannot do anything else.  I wanted you to learn about chickens.  Now, as soon as I wake you up, you are going to get more experience with that.  As soon as I wake you, you will no longer be human at all.  All your humanity will be completely locked away from you on the other side of your wall.  You can never touch it unless I give you the code words allowing you to become human again.  Instead of being human, you will from that moment on, be a chicken in every way that I command.  I will tell you how I want you to act.  I will tell who how I want your body to behave.  The rest, your mind will fill in as you constantly become more and more of a chicken.  No longer human, just a chicken.  Forever!”

She told him the key phrase that would allow him to become human again.  When she was done, she had one of the workers come into the room and unlock his collar.  She told him that she would count down from three to one and when she reached one he would wake up completely and become that chicken, but he would still be able to understand her and would follow all her instructions.  She counted down and woke him up, the look of horror on his face was very evident, even as he stood up from the chair, and his body bent slight, and he began wandering about the small horse stall looking for bugs to eat.  She had him bend his arms into wings.  She had him squat down into the position she wanted him.  And she laughed as he went around chasing imaginary bugs, trying to eat them.  In all ways, finally looking and acting exactly like she wanted him. 

When she was ready, she woke him up completely again and had him sit in the chair.  She said a few key words and he lapsed once again into his hypnotic trance.  From there, Janice again spent a few minutes doing her stand up, sit down, move this, move that commands to make sure he was totally under her control.  When she was done, she gave him his final instruction.  Instructions that let him know that for the rest of his life he would no longer be human at all, but would be nothing but a chicken in all ways.  Instructions that removed all his ability to understand any human language spoken to him or around him since chickens couldn’t understand any spoken words.  The only exception to that was the key words that would allow him to become human again…words that most likely he would never hear for the rest of his life.  In all ways, he would have to behave as nothing more than a chicken for the rest of his life.  Then she said, “Alfonso, I’m going to count down now from three to one again.  When I say the word one, you will wake up completely and be the chicken I want you to be.  Three…two…one!”

Alfonso snapped completely out of his trance, even as the memory of her instructions rammed into his conscious mind.  “Nooo!” he started to shout, even as his body slid out of the chair as his knees bent into a squatting position and his arms moved to become wings – permanently.  He started looking around the room searching for bugs to eat, flapping his silly wings, and making clucking noises.

Janice nodded with satisfaction.  Another bothersome man out of the way…and another chicken for her growing flock.  She couldn’t wait to see the expressions on people’s faces when she released the entire flock somewhere.  But where?  That was the question that was beginning to occupy her mind now.  Where would be the best place to release all her new creations, that would bring about the most interesting results?  It was starting to be a very delightful question to ponder. 

 

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