Psycho Shatter 1985: Black Vice Re;Birth – Phase 02

Disclaimer: This work contains adult material including sexually explicit activities, graphic violence, strong language, sexual violence against children, incest, cannibalism, mind control, forced transformation, unwarranted malice, and more.  This work is not suitable for minors. Reader discretion is advised.

Psycho Shatter 1985: Black Vice Re;Birth
Phase 02: Re;Member

The expression of such a flagrant malice towards another person indicates that the individual now known as Vice was far from what one would expect from a sane, normal, or reasonable individual. Such behavior is a clear indication that one is little more than a murderous psychopath, but how did a mentally disabled individual such as Vice learn such despicable behavior and why did they engage in it with such bliss and eagerness? The answers to this question could be found in the myriad of memories that flowed through Vice’s mind as their mind continued to settle upon entering the body of Jessie Shines.

The individual now known as Vice was born into a family where they were provided with everything they could realistically ask for. It was a wildly advantageous position, but neither Vice nor their younger brother developed the spoiled or elitist attitude that often comes with such clout, despite having the intellect and ability to warrant such egotism. The two exceeded in school, flourished in all extracurricular activities they attempted, and were generally well liked by their peers. They were well-behaved, kind, and intelligent children who their parents incessantly bragged about despite barely having a hand in their development next to their private caretakers, teachers, and tutors.

That being said, the two were still allotted plenty of time to play amongst themselves and pursue interests beyond the academic sort, with Vice’s brother developing a fondness with the bludgeoning evolutions occurring within the electronics industry at the time. While Vice was more of a naturalistic sort, having spent many an afternoon exploring the woods nearby their home. It did not take long before Vice had explored every nook and cranny of this forest, but in doing so it became a sort of secondary home for them, a place where they could be alone and read, play, and hunt wild animals.  While the true origins of the latter activity remained a mystery to Vice, they distinctly remembered a number of their killings, ranging from chipmunks, squirrels, rabbits, the occasional mouse, and even a particularly dangerous incident where they finagled together a bow and shot an arrow directly into the eye of a young deer. The impact caused them to fidget about and panic for a good five minutes before they fell to the forest floor in a spasming fit. A memory that Vice considered to be quite bittersweet, as they weren’t able to save most of the deer’s tender meat, due to a family vacation they had scheduled the very next day.

This was all Vice’s dirty little secret, only shared with their brother, who would often support Vice’s exploits, finding their sibling’s fascination with killing, cooking, and consuming animals to be something bordering on cute, or maybe even respectable. Aside from a few reports of animal carcasses in these woods or bloodstained dirt, Vice’s actions went largely unnoticed, and it remained a regular pastime well into their teens. At this point, Vice had picked up enough skills to build themselves a respectable little home partially enclosed in an obscure cave positioned behind a series of overgrown bushes. It was a place they used primarily to store meat, along with a collection of pornography they found throughout the woods over the years. Some inside of hollowed-out logs, some in duffel bags, and some just tossed into the dirt, with certain pages stuck together by an easily identifiable translucent goo.

While Vice had become quite adept at expressing a comforting and welcoming aura, years of hiding a secret like this and getting a rush from murdering living things for both food and fun had not been very good for their mental well-being, which was becoming increasingly more fragile as time went on. As puberty caused their body to change, testosterone to pump through their veins, and their brain continued to develop, Vice began craving for something more, developing a desire to take their increasingly routine pastime to the next level, to make the act of killing feel fresh again. That is when an opportunity arose in the form of a girl no older than 10.

Her name was lost to Vice, but they remembered their appearance in great detail. Their porcelain skin, glimmering sapphire eyes, demure expression, silky blonde pigtails, and doll-like face, all wrapped up in a lacy pink dress. In a sense, they were almost suspiciously idyllic, yet somehow they managed to get lost in the woods with somebody who had begun deliberating a number of taboo topics. Such as, what does it feel like to shove one’s dick inside a woman? How easy is it to get away with murder? How well can I hide a human body? And, most pressing of all, what does human flesh taste like? Vice very well knew the risks associated with what they were about to do, but that only made the rush and sense of internalized pleasure associated with this deviancy all the greater.

The girl resisted, kicking, wailing, and flailing about, but her frail figure was not very well suited to the outdoors, let alone to fending off a young man in peak physical condition. She was gagged, beaten, raped, raped once again, and then suffered a cerebral laceration that was followed by a ‘merciful’ severing of her carotid artery, leading to her untimely death. Vice had become very well adept at hiding away the unfavorable elements associated with killings, and was able to clean his latest catch with a degree of ease that surprised themselves. By sunset of the ensuing day, they were enjoying the distinctive yet somewhat unsavory taste of human flesh and deliberating how to better prepare it if they received another opportunity. By nightfall, they had assembled a small grave for the few remains of the child, a 6 foot hole comprised of small bones at the bottom, and a dead field mouse on top.

Vice was immensely careful in cleaning up after this incident, and was able to avoid much more than a hair of suspicion, even from their brother. In the ensuing days, word about this little girl’s disappearance began to make waves across the nearby counties, but little to no information about her whereabouts or fate would ever be publicly known, and as far as Vice knew, her body was never discovered. A week after this incident, Vice resumed their usual woodland activities, but began to develop a sense of ennui. The thrill and satisfaction associated with murdering small woodland animals paled in comparison to the rush they felt when killing an actual person. However, they knew the risks associated with making more than a single person ‘disappear’ and wished to delay their next murder by a significant amount of time. Instead, they began to focus on receiving another pleasure they developed that fateful day, deceiving young women, and began training themselves to be more charismatic.

It was all a matter of learning what their female peers craved, how to best express it, and which one would be the most willing to give Vice what they desired without attempting to form a complicated and cumbersome romantic relationship. Throughout high school, Vice was considered something of a Casanova, and soon cultivated a small sample of women who were willing to offer them casual sex with little to no notice. Yet, this success resulted in the act of frivolous sex to become a mundanity for Vice, one that could do little to temper their hunger for murder and human flesh. Approximately two years after their first murder, Vice charmed a middle schooler, age 13, into the woods. They were a rather plain looking young woman, from a family that had chronic money issues. She was promised a generous settlement if she offered her virginity to Vice, and in order to keep things discreet, Vice claimed it would be done in an isolated cabin, but instead this young woman had her hymen broken from within a cavern.

Struck with a sense of satisfaction, shame, and sorrow, the 13-year-old attempted to flee from Vice after the deed was done, only to have her heel sliced before she could escape from this dank abode and into the light. She was a far scrappier fighter than Vice’s first victim, but was ultimately brought down after a few bites to the shoulder and an scavenged arrowhead to the eye, the girl was reduced to little more than a husk of meat and bones for Vice to clean throughout the night, only returning home the following morning after having disposed of the bones in a pre-dug hole.

She was victim number two, and in the ensuing four years, the total number of victims steadily reached double digits, with Vice having expanded their horizons beyond the dominion of young girls, and began experimenting with young boys, their peers, and even a few prim and proper adults. These murders were spread out throughout the nearby municipalities, and began drifting away from the woods to alleviate suspicion that these were a series of connected acts. With the police having little evidence to go upon and little reason to assume these disappearances were connected. It all seemed like a perfect system… until some jackass just had to successfully struggle in fighting Vice off before bashing their head with a mallet.

For Vice, this began a seemingly infinite stretch of time where their memories and recollections where immersed in a dull throbbing miasma of vague images and muffled sounds that only dissipated once they were granted access to a fully functional brain once more. Oh, but what about the intermediary five years between these points?

Upon realizing what they had done, the would-be-victim panicked, and fled the scene after nervously calling an ambulance for Vice, where they were determined to have severe brain trauma, and their ability to lead a normal life was considered non-existent. This came as a tragedy to Vice’s family, who began pondering what to do with their youngest member, wondering whether or not be sent away, or remain a part of the family. While Vice’s parents initially leaned towards the latter, things changed once they discovered evidence of Vice’s actions, a small box hidden amongst familial heirlooms and accumulated junk that contained a collection of teeth along with newspaper clippings of Vice’s many victims. Immediately upon seeing this and realizing who was responsible for these sporadic disappearances, the family destroyed these materials and skimmed through Vice’s remaining belongings for anything more evidence that could be used against them.

From there, the family quickly began looking for ways to distance themselves from Vice and remove them from their lives, while not killing them. Their search eventually brought them to a group that specializes in disposing or hiding individuals responsible for various dubious actions, and this entity was given three explicit instructions. One, this individual has no identification or name, and are to be assigned a false one if needed. Two, they are a dangerous sociopath that must be cared for on account of their mental disability. And three, they are to be kept in isolation, and out of any mental hospitals or the ilk, but are to be kept alive until they perish from natural causes.

This led the firm to purchase a long unsold rural home in the middle of nowhere, several states away, install an appropriate prison, and appoint a caretaker for Vice. This persisted for the better half of a decade, until the prisoner miraculously escaped, defying all known logic or conventions and, in an even more preposterous manner, transferred their consciousness into the body of their caretaker. A young black woman whose form they were staring at in the mirror, allowing the reality of their predicament to settle and simmer as their reflection mimicked their every gesture.

While Vice had seen plenty of Jessie over the past three months, they were unable to recognize the finer details of her form, simply identifying her as a vaguely attractive dark skinned woman. Yet that all began to change as they settled into her form. Jessie’s memories were able to instill Vice with a degree of comfort and familiarity with this new body, but while they had memories to guide them, they served more as descriptors, hints about what this body could do, and what sensations Vice could indulge in. It allowed them to derive greater enjoyment from partaking in the acts they desired, and allowed them to experience a sense of discovery as they began exploring every aspect of their new form, starting with their hair.

Due to the humidity, heat, and general apathy, Jessie had not chosen to not take much care of her hair, and what donned her head amounted to a curly and poofy mound. As they pawed through it, they began pondering alternatives, such as shortening it, straightening it, or simply keeping it in a ponytail like Jessie did while exercising, but muscle memory gave them confidence in their newly obtained asset, and even a few ideas for how they could customize or play with their look. A nice idea, Vice thought, but now was not the time.

Continuing down, having grown up with water damaged erotic magazines from the 1960s, Vice had become very accustomed to a singular idea of feminine beauty, and could not help but feel a morsel of disappointment with the body that resided before themt. While Jessie was far from an unattractive girl, Vice nevertheless found their new face to be more than a little plain, average, and generally unremarkable. Still, Vice was pleased with their ability to contort their newfound facial features, and appreciated the stark differences between Vice’s former and current faces. From the differences in the contours, distribution of fat, and the color of their irises, going from a dull green to a plain brown.

Continuing their visual descent, Vice scoffed as they realized that Jessie had yet to change out of her sweat riddled work clothes, which amounted to little more than dirty, wet rags. Vice eagerly stripped these shorts and tank top away to reveal an equally sweaty sports bra and underwear that, similarly, were dismissively tossed aside, allowing Vice to bask in their new naked form, causing a sharp toothy grin to elapse upon their face.

Their hands gradually descended from their chest down to their torso, cupping and rubbing their C-cup breasts and sliding down their trim waist and flat stomach before reaching their lower regions. But rather than delve into their newfound sexual organs, Vice instead began fondling the parts around it, chucking as they squeezed their firm behind and thighs that, while a bit large compared to the ideal they were raised on, were about as toned as the rest of their body. Vice then moved to their own arms, causing them to mentally remark about how they likely will not be able to overpower others with as much ease as they once could, but were still stronger than the average man or woman who seldom if ever exercised.

Finally tired of this preamble and ready to delve into this gorgeous gift, Vice began by taking a hand to their smooth vulva, rubbing the outer edge steadily as their fingers gradually went deeper and deeper into the orifice, all while their rubbing became increasingly forceful. With one hand preoccupied with producing sensations that zapped across Vice’s being, they took their other hand to their second most sensitive area and began pleasing their nipples, pinching and twisting them in a way they knew would cause their body to become engrossed in an electric ecstasy.

Such continuous stimulation naturally caused a liquid to begin dipping from Vice’s vagina, serving as a sort of lubrication that allowed them to more aggressively stimulate them and fall deeper down the hole of self pleasure. But right as they were nearing the peak of this encounter, it occurred to them how… pedestrian this scene was and how they knew of ways to better get off. Looking in the cabinet beneath the sink, Vice quickly pulled out two tube-like objects with spherical ends that, while innocuous enough at a glance, had an indisputable phallic form factor, probably on account of them being sex toys. Vice immediately rammed one of these up their ass and shoved the other into their cunt. An act that caused them to momentarily bend over from the force put on such sensitive bodily parts, both due to the pain caused by such an aggressive action, and by the pleasure that it sent throughout Vice’s body.

With one hand vigorously thrusting their vaginal dildo and the other massaging their breasts, Vice climaxed, nearly fumbling to the floor as a liquid began gushing throughout their lower regions, continuing with their thrusts before coming to a conclusion as their actions slowed. They breathed deeply while in the afterglow, trying to decipher the sensations they just indulged in so willingly, before looking forward to see just what they looked like while sexually exhausted. As they looked into the mirror however, they noticed that it was cracked repeatedly, splitting into dozens of pieces that were one impact away from spraying and shattering across this small bathroom. Vice immediately questioned this, but the only cause he could attribute to this effect was their continued masturbation. Yet something about that struck Vice as gauche and unscientific, instead contemplating a new theory, that, somehow, this fragmentary reflection before them was caused by an expression of their mental or emotional state.

Vice began looking for something to test this impromptu experiment on, and settled on the porcelain sink before them. Believing this ability to ‘break’ things as being tied to a sense of willpower, Vice glared at the sink, imagining it creaking slightly along the rim, with the crack spreading to the drain. Simple desire did not produce any results, but after clenching their teeth, getting angry, and forcing their will upon the object, a steady crack permeated throughout the sink, damaging it but not ruining it, unlike the now mostly useless mirror, which was more of a safety hazard than anything else.

“Oh, this just keeps getting better and better,” Vice cooed as they began to contemplate this discovery. “New body, new life, and now what I could only describe as mental powers? Heh. Oh life, you are ever the enigma, are you not? But I suppose further investigations can wait until after I clean myself.”

Upon removing the sexual aids and dropping them into the sink, Vice made their way to the shower, with soap and products already by their side. The tub itself still retained the poignant scene of human blood and general death, but it would soon be washed away along with the aroma of sexual juices through soap and steamy water. Vice vehemently stood under the shower nozzle as thing began with a burst of cold water that gradually warmed, further stimulating their body and making them acutely aware of all the differences it held in comparison to their former form, not that they really needed a reminder after masturbating, getting to terms with the curves they had been gifted, and having experienced the differences in not only the color of their skin, but the texture as well. .

On that note, Vice was accustomed to a sort of calm after masturbation, but the warm liquid that sent a sensation throughout their entire body at once mixed with the act of rubbing oneself with soapy suds was more than enough stimulation to inspire Vice to rush through the showering process by drawing upon Jessie’s memories. They scrubbed themselves and applied both shampoo and conditioner with little thought, relying on muscle memory and routine to coast them through the cleaning part, and indulge in their body’s natural pleasures once again.

Still sensitive from the prior encounter, Vice quickly began roughly caressing their body, gaining further intimacy with their curves before taking a hand to their groin and stimulating their clitoris, causing a purr to escape their lips. Yet this sensation was insufficient to Vice, who wished to become reacquainted with their toys. Unfortunately, they were outside of their arm’s reach and, not wanting to escape the sensations imparted on their form by a cascade of hot water, Vice decided to use the next best thing. They grabbed the travel size shampoo bottle Jessie brought to this house many moons ago and promptly shoved it up their ass. A mad cackle filled the room as they rammed the larger object into an erogenous zone, only stimulated further as Vice attempted to sit against the tub, forcing the bottle deeper into their rectum, instilling them with a sense of both pain and pleasure that was made overwhelming as they continued pinching at their clit.

This act naturally led to yet another climax, and elongated rush of sexual pleasure, but right at the precipice, Vice recollected their intentions of practicing their powers and directed their attention at the tiled wall before them, a wall that proceeded to crack considerably, causing many of the small jade tiles to break, and a handful of them to burst out of the wall, landing on Vice or inside of the tub itself.

“Oh fuck, this really is something, isn’t it?” Vice asked themselves as they stifled laughter from their actions, the shampoo bottle still puckered up their ass. “So, I can damage objects just by cumming and focusing on something. But I’m sure there’s more to it than that… alright, enough fucking about with sexual experimentation, it’s time for some of the real shit.”

Following that declaration, Vice turned off the shower, sufficiently clean and wet, and began to pad themselves down with a towel before encasing their torso in it. It was a process that came naturally to Vice, but they were left clicking their tongue at themselves, irritated that they rushed into the bathroom without preparing a clean set of clothes for themselves. They sought to correct this action, but only after looking at themselves in the shattered mirror, where they were met with a multitude of reflections looking back at them.

Despite everything they had gone through, Vice still could not help but find part of this situation to be unreal, as if they had finally regained their mental capacity while simultaneously losing their grip on reality, entering an entirely fabricated and lucid existence. It was a paltry, almost innocuous concern that Vice could not take seriously following the reality of the sensations they felt, and instead rolled their eyes, wondering if such a pedestrian and foolish concern was some remnant of Jessie rolling around in their head. With a small sigh, they opened the door and left this steamy den of murder and masturbation behind to continue their night of exceptional debaucheries.


Psycho Shatter 1985: Black Vice Re;Birth Main Page
Phase 01: Re;Birth
Phase 02: Re;Member
Phase 03: Re;Discovery
Phase 04: Re;Turn
Phase 05: Re;Assembled
Phase 06: Re;Juvinated
Phase 07: Re;Action
Phase 08: Re;Union
Phase 09: Re;Join
Phase 10: Re;Fresh
Phase 11: Re;Call
Phase 12: Re;Venge
Phase 13: Re;Joice

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