Altered Ch. 04

I ran toward the office and found everyone huddled down in fear. Robin and Tracy ran up to me and hugged me tightly. As much as I was comforted by their affections we had work to do.

"We have to get out of here NOW!" I said, gently pushing them away. "This place supposedly has a tunnel, let's see if we can't find it."

[S] "You are free to go if you want."

[S] "But, Señor, we have nowhere to go, we are from El Salvador, we all came as a group. We were betrayed and El Lobo was planning to sell the women as prostitutes and we were going to be put to work on a farm as slaves," he said, with little hope in his voice. "When the police catch us, we will be deported back to El Salvador where we will be killed."

"Fine, then help me find the tunnel out of here..."

One of the women spoke up, "I know where it is," she said with a little trepidation. "One of the guards took me into the that room over there," she said, with more shame in her voice, pointing to a locked steel door in the office.

I searched the room for a key and found a safe in the wall. I went out to the warehouse into the warehouse and called out to the girls, "We found it! Look for a crowbar!"

"OK!" I heard simultaneously.

My shoulder was still raw and in pain, I had the nanobots push the bullet fragments out, without really even thinking about it, they seemed to be communicating with my subconscious mind now. I walked over to the dead guard that shot me and searched him for clips. He had 2 clips, the first one didn't have anything unusual, just plain bullets but the second one had Teflon coated bullets, AKA armor piercing bullets. I'm guessing that was what went through my shoulder.

The girls came over after a few minutes of searching, one had a long steel rod and the other a crowbar. I also found a sledge hammer off to the side with a pile of tools. I went to work on pulling the safe out of the wall and within minutes I had it lying on the floor. The safe was kind of cheap but I was no safe cracker. I used the crowbar as a wedge hammering it into the crack. After five minutes the front of the safe was a mess and I lift it over my head and slammed it into the concrete repeatedly until it popped open.

Inside the safe were many fake IDs, credit cards and cash. Most of the IDs were Mexican driver's licenses, and I had the El Salvadorians poor through the IDs to find some that looked like them. I looked through the safe and found a set of keys which I promptly tried on the locked steel door and after a few wrong fits, got the door open with the correct key.

[S] "Take the cash!" I told them. "You are welcome to come with us to the US but there is enough money there for you to make a good life here in Mexico."

The girls had all of our stuff gathered, one of the bags had a couple of bullet holes ruining some of the clothes inside but it wasn't anything that couldn't be replaced. We bid our farewells and proceeded towards the dark tunnel. Surprisingly, there was a switch near the entrance and the tunnel lit up. The tunnel seemed well constructed, with support beams and electric lighting. We made our way down a steep sloped tunnel that kept descending until it was more than 100 yards below ground. I was fascinated by its construction and found perfectly concentric marks like they used a special boring machine to make the tunnel, the tunnel was supported by steel circles every couple of feet, and it reminded me of the way barrel casks are made except that the rings on the outside were supporting the inside instead.

The lighting in the tunnel ended about 500 yards in and we looked for a flashlight but the only flashlight I carried with me was an unfortunate victim of one of the bullets through the bag. The girls were going to use their phones but they didn't have much battery left, so I had Tracy grab Robin's shoulder and Robin in turn grabbed mine and I led us on with my night vision. The tunnel stretched on for over a mile before it started angling back up. It suddenly ended with a ladder. The ladder seemed sturdy enough and with my eyesight it would be a piece of cake, but for the girls it would be treacherous.

I pulled out my phone and tried using it for light but holding the phone while climbing a ladder was itself treacherous. Then I remembered I had some duct tape, (grandpa always said there was nothing better in an emergency). So, it was that I taped the phone to some flexible tent poles, I had the girls go up first and as I followed them up the ladder I was able to hoist the phone up to their levels so they could see what they were doing. Our progress was slow but eventually we hit a trapdoor that led into an empty storage room.

We made it, back in the good ol' U S of A.

After leaving the storage facility (we had to break a few locks and set off the alarm on our way out), we headed to a hotel where we were able to clean-up, sort out our things and take a collective sigh of relief that we made it that far.

I talked it over with the girls and we decided that the best thing for us would be to stay mobile. I found a great site where we could rent a mobile home for a month. It was about 200 a day but it would cost a hell of a lot more if we bought one. The site said they would deliver it to us in two days.

I picked out a semi-new class b recreational vehicle that was just right for us; it claimed to sleep 6 but with us three in it, it would be cramped after all we weren't camping in it we were living in it. It had extras installed like extra batteries and solar panels on the roof. And lastly, it had a satellite internet connection (which sucked with its data caps but it allowed me to stay connected to the internet without using the cell towers). The class b was small enough to park in a parking space and it didn't take up any more room than an ex-large pickup truck, I didn't want a larger RV since I didn't want to be limited on where we could go with it.

Now that we were kind of out of danger and the stress of getting out of Mexico was over, the weight of grief over my grandfather hit me like a ton of bricks. I was conscious and functioning but the duct tape incident in the tunnel reminded me of my loss and triggered a depression. It felt like I had a hole in my heart, yeah, he was semi-abusive to some but all in all a good man. Through all this craziness I realized he was the normalest person I knew. Yeah, he was distant at times but I knew he loved me and I didn't know anyone else except my mother who loved me that way.

The girls felt my sorrow and kept their distance. On the one hand it was great in that my libido was the lowest I ever remember it being, but there had to be a way to control myself other than by deep grief.

The girls used the time in the hotel to morph into their new namesakes. I had a computer program extrapolate a 3D image from their passport photos. The women whom they were mimicking had very pretty faces but the girls did not have a genetic sample from them so they could not 'clone' them. They had to come up with an amalgamation of different facial features from past looks and slowly morphed their faces to closely match the 3D image. It wouldn't fool a bioscan or anything but if you were to compare the ID photo to their face you wouldn't think it wasn't them.

Morphing it turned out was a slow and painful process, it was so painful in fact that they rarely ever did it anymore, as a matter of fact they kept their last persona for over ten years so as not to have to morph. They described to me how they were able to morph and I tried for hours to get my body to change. After 8 hours of trying I finally had a break through and was able to change my eye color, nose, mouth and other features before I switched back. I was slowly getting the gist of it.

They had no reference for what the girls in the IDs' bodies looked like so they were free to come up with anything they wanted. They kept showing off different bodies to me like they were trying to show off a dress, in the end they tortured me with bodies that would make porn stars green with envy and kept those.

Tracey was a blonde-haired vixen, very voluptuous with a farmer's daughter type body, semi-athletic yet had curves in all the right places. Robin turned into a raven-haired woman with a slimmer build and smaller breasts but she had an ass to die for.

We had the RV delivered after a couple of days at the hotel and we started traveling in the RV and slowly my libido returned full force. It was hard to feel nothing when I had two of the perkiest girls I ever met living with me. We were going to be staying somewhere in the Colorado Rocky Mountains once Dave finalized the deal, I was just waiting on him to get back to me with the details.

The girls had no qualms with nudity and if I didn't ask them to put clothes on constantly, I suspect that they would have walked around naked 24/7. They often would strip and change right in front of me until I reminded them with a "Eh-hm" or a cough to signal that it bothered me. We rarely used our air conditioning so they always seemed to be in their underwear, consisting of nothing but a t-shirt and panties most of the time. Even when we would go out they usually wore next to nothing; daisy dukes and a low-cut t-shirt were the norm.

I tested my boundaries often with them and I never found the limit, I guess they had no limits and I was up to me to establish boundaries which was like asking an alcoholic to set company policy on drinking. I talked to them about my problem with sex and how turned on I was and their response was an offer of sex -- for them sex was no big deal, they couldn't catch STDs or get pregnant and it was enjoyable and I was hot (their words not mine). They said they would switch days or hours or whatever I needed -- do whatever I wanted, if it would help.

If I didn't have this stupid sense of morality I would have taken them up on it, hell, I didn't even know how long my moral resolve would last. If something didn't change quickly it wouldn't take long for us to be fucking like rabbits.

I kept questioning what was holding me back, I mean I was looking for someone just like this. I was willing to pay for it, so why couldn't I take them up on their offer? I kept thinking, how much of their response was conditioned from years of sexual abuse by my father? How much was coded response designed into their DNA? How much was natural? They are a different species; their natural inclination might not match human behavior. The thing was, they were not even MY species technically, they were just closer to my species than a human.

It wasn't just that their responses might be wrong to take advantage of, it was my own that I was afraid of. When I was being controlled by Cruella and forced to rape Tanya, something came over me that wasn't natural to me. The more I thought about it the more I thought that somehow, I had some sort of residual personality in me. I suspected it had to do with my father because the way I felt was sadistic and cruel and yet I never in my life felt any sadism before and cruelty disgusted me. At the time, I enjoyed her pain and yet I was horrified and it seemed there were two personalities warring for supremacy; ultimately it was that conflict that caused the psychic scream that stopped Cruella's control.

In order to keep my mind off of sex, I spent most of my time searching for Isabella. Not only did I actually have feelings for her both old and new but I needed her. She was the only psychic I knew that might teach me how to defend myself; with the exception of my mother. In my mother's case however, I didn't know if I could trust her just yet especially if there was any truth to what my father said. I looked for online profiles and found too many matches but none of the pictures matched her face. For whatever reason I stopped 'dream-remembering' her and found myself dream sharing (or what is called somnipathy) with Tanya and Anya. I guess distance didn't matter with dream sharing because I had to be at least a thousand miles away from either one of them.

I could see a link to them with my third eye, this had the added benefit of allowing me to track them in that seeing their links also acted like a compass to them. I got to the point where I could tell when one of them was dreaming and I could enter in a trance like state and 'share' their dream. Most of the time I was an observer and they were not aware of my presence. I got better, over time, at participating and interacting in their dreams. It was almost like lucid dreaming in that I had to force my conscious mind to participate in the subconscious except they had control over the dream including what I did and said. When I did learn to gain control of a dream figure I could speak to them, but I still wasn't strong enough to control my actions during the dream.

I would be able to communicate directly with both of them eventually, the only problem being, I was communicating with their subconscious mind while dreaming. The mind while sleeping is in a state of what I like to call defragmenting, it reorganized the day's events and gets rid of information you have stored that it might not need; this is why you often "forget" what you were dreaming about -- and also why they would forget what I talked to them about during our sessions.

So far, Anya was receptive to me but she was having some weird dreams lately involving childhood trauma and the first time she met Tanya; she never seemed to remember talking to me each time we talked.

Tanya on the other hand would not talk to me. I suppose she blamed me for her rape somehow because she would always shut me out of her mind once I made my presence know. Unlike Anya, she remembered our previous encounters.

Talking to Anya wasn't a complete waste of time, I did learn a lot about her and I was hoping that our conversation would affect her conscious mind too. It's only been a couple of days since I learned how to communicate with them and I have not been able to contact them directly to know for sure.

I only wished that Isabella had a link with me but we actually never had sex, just heavy petting, I'm guessing I needed to go 'all the way' for a link to be established. I wished I knew what caused the link I only had suspicions at that point.

I decided to try communicating with Anya again as the girls were sleeping...

*******

Anya's dream --

"Oh my god!" she thought, "I'm bleeding through!"

Sure enough, she looked behind her at her plaid skirt and a spot of blood shown through. She was walking down the hallway trying her best to avoid attention, when Sister Margaret approached.

"Anya! What are you hiding?" Sister Margaret demanded.

Anya turned beet red and stammered, "Nothing Sister Margaret."

"Let me see this instant, young lady!"

All of the girls in the hallway turned to look at her as she hung her head in shame. Anya turned her back on Sister Margaret and showed her what she was hiding. All around her she could hear whispers and slowly the whispers turned to laughter. Sister Margaret just stood there with a smirk on her face, letting it all happen.

"Sister Margaret! What are you doing? Are you trying to humiliate another student again?" a girl suddenly interjected. "Doesn't it say in Matthew 18 verse 6 'If anyone causes one of these little ones [children] -- those who believe in me -- to stumble, it would be better for them to have a large millstone hung around their neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea.' This isn't the first time you have seen a girl trying to get to the bathroom to avoid humiliation. Leave her alone, you already did your damage."

Sister Margaret turned pale as the walls and the lockers turned into a seascape. Sister Margaret was sucked out of the hallway into a vortex in the sea. Just as suddenly the walls and lockers reappeared sans Sister Margaret.

All of the girls in the hallway turned and went about their business as if nothing had happened.

"Listen, if anyone ever bothers you again, you come see me."

"Who are you?" Anya asked.

"The name's Tanya -- and you?"

"Ha! That's funny, my name's Anya, we almost..."

"Yeah I know you are going to go on about how similar our names are -- about how I saved you from embarrassment. Listen Anya, I've seen different versions of this same dream over the past week," I said, breaking through and taking over the 'avatar' of Tanya.

"What?" she asked, confused, "Who are you?"

"It's Nate, Anya," I explained. "You remember -- the guy from Mexico, we had sex then you left..."

I suddenly stopped looking like Tanya and I was me again, the scenery around me changed into us together in my tent. Anya wrapped her arms around me and kissed me on my cheek. We laid back and looked up to the sky, for some reason we could see through the tent and the billions of stars in the sky.

"I have missed you so badly Nate, I don't know what happened to me but ever since I left I can't stop thinking about you."

"You barely know me; how can you be in love..."

"It's not puppy love or even love, I have felt those before. It's more like a 'need' for you -- I don't know how to fight it," she said with a bit of worry. "Nate, I'm pregnant!" she announced.

"Ohhh god, I thought that might happen," I groaned, she looked shocked. "No, no I don't mean that a baby is a bad thing, to have a child would be wonderful, it's just that they might come after you if they find out."

"OK," she sighed.

"What happened to your getting your ex to be the father? Not that I want that, but it might give you a bit of protection?"

"He wouldn't go for it. I don't blame him though it's my fault - I couldn't be with him, somehow these new 'feelings' made him seem weak and disgusting, I couldn't even look him in the eye. I have never felt anything like this before, it's a lot like a drug dependency," she mused. "Don't get me wrong," Anya sighed, "You're smart, fun, funny, and -- hot -- but..."

"I get it," I broke in, turning to look at her. "Look I know I got you into this mess. If you want I can try to hide you, but it will be hard to protect you while on the run."

"It's ok, I have my father's bodyguards to protect me. Just find a way to free me -- please, I want my life back," she pleaded, looking back at me. "I'll protect our baby..."

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I broke out of my somnipathy and thought, "Why can't these dreams be something nice -- sexual even -- nope, no such luck they are always fucked up."

We were stopped about a hundred miles outside of San Jose at a rest stop along the 10. It was hot outside and there was nothing but desert surrounding us.

The girls were awake finally -- I could smell Robin masturbating in her bed. The smell was intoxicating and I was being overwhelmed by it.

"Could you let me know when you're going to do that? I get you need your privacy but give me a chance to get out of the RV before you start," I muttered, kind of annoyed.

"I COULD let you know..."

"Sorry, let me know," I said, with an annoyed tone.

"Yes, Nate."

I felt kind of bad; it wasn't their fault but I was on the edge of a knife and it was hard to keep my balance.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be a dick about it. I just have extra sensitive smelling, and I am having a hard time resisting you as it is. When I smell your -- pussy -- I can't think and I really want to get some work done."

"I'm sorry Nate I'll open a window, OK?" Robin offered.

Tracy was laying in the back bed next to Robin and quipped, "Girl! You're making me horny too, sheesh, give me a warning too."

They loved teasing each other, in some ways they were sisters. The problem is that they loved to tease me too and I could not retort because they would call me on my bluff.

I was sitting at the table area with my back to them knowing full well they might do a strip tease just for kicks, knowing that it would bother me. Tracy got up, half-dressed, in nothing but a tank top and panties, and crossed the few feet to me and she laid her hands on my shoulders and set her chin down on her right hand, her lips next to my ear.