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Yo-yo Chronicles 5: Adam and Eve



   By Ed Rider



   When Eve came unto Adam, he was shocked.

   Earlier, he could tell that something was up when he walked in.  She
greeted him with a kiss as usual, but the kiss was longer than usual, and
there was lots of tongue.

   After the toddlers were fed and put to bed, they didn't nestle into the
love seat for some TV.  Instead, she took his hand and led him into the
bedroom.  Then it was one explosion after another.  When she finally
stopped, he was too exhausted to ask what was going on, and when the same
thing happened the next three nights, he still hadn't found out.

   It wasn't until Saturday, during naptime, that he sat down across from
her in the family room and spoke to her about it.

   "Eve, what in the world is been going on?" he said.  "You've been a wild
animal."

   "Are you upset with me, Adam?  I'm fulfilling my duty as a wife, but if
you're displeased, please correct me."

   Both Eve and Adam weren't raised as Christians, but when they looked at
their friends and what they were doing with their lives and saw mostly
narcissism, selfishness, hedonism and unhappiness, they decided they wanted
something different for themselves and their children, and so they began
searching.

   They found several paths that they liked and finally settled on
born-again Christianity.  With the help of an inspiring pastor, they began
getting deeper into spirituality and also adopted many of the
fundamentalist conventions of their new faith, such as the wife's
subservience to the husband.

   Adam didn't consider Eve inferior to himself, and he was glad Eve was
strong willed and wouldn't take crap from anyone.  It was her idea to
submit to him in the home.  She didn't hesitate to give him her advice and
suggestions or argue with him, but she also never questioned his choices,
even those she wouldn't have made.  Her feeling was that the marital peace
and closeness they had achieved was worth much more than getting her way.

   Adam accepted her subservience as more of a ritual than something real.
He considered her superior to him and almost always tried to follow her
advice.  When he didn't, and this was rare, it was usually because he
hadn't understood her correctly.  As each of them tried to consider the
other above himself or herself, they created a marriage that was
spiritually fulfilling.

   It was also physically fulfilling.  Before they were born again, both
had lots of experience with lust, and they read nothing in the Bible
prohibiting an active and imaginative sex life.  Both exercised and kept
trim, and Eve, particularly, was blessed with the face and body of a movie
star, although nobody in the congregation knew it because of the way she
dressed.  Adam's tried to control his instincts and not demand too much
from her.  He hoped her energetic responses to his overtures were more than
just dutiful.

   But the past three nights had been different.  During their lovemaking,
she had often taken the lead, not only as initiator but also as aggressor.

   "No, I'm not displeased at all, Eve," he said.  "You know how I enjoy
celebrating the pleasures God has given us through our bodies and how
grateful I am that my wife is the hottest woman on the planet.  But this is
a different side of you that I don't think I've ever seen, and I was just
wondering where it came from?"

   He saw her looking at him struggling with something and trying to make
up her mind.  She was becoming agitated, and she finally burst into tears.

   "Eve, Eve," he said, "what's wrong?  I'm not trying to hurt or embarrass
you in any way.  If there are things inside you that you don't want to
share with me, I'm not here to pressure you to tell them to me.  I trust in
your relationship with God, and I know whatever you do comes from your
closeness to him.  So please forget I asked."

   His words didn't comfort her, and her sobbing grew loader and more
agitated.  He got up and walked over to her and put an arm around her.  She
stood up and wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his
shoulder but still wouldn't stop crying.

   They stood like this for a few minutes before she released him and
motioned for him to sit down.  She sat down facing him and wiped away her
tears.  "Oh, Adam," she said, "you are so trusting.  Jesus has nothing to
do with this.  I have been unholy and impure.  What am I saying?  I am
still unholy and unworthy of you.  I am playing the harlot even now.  My
mind is full of abomination.  I don't know what to do."

   Adam was shocked by her words.  He didn't know what to say, so he just
tried to stay calm as he waited for her to explain.

   "I did something I should never have done last week," she finally said,
"and it polluted my mind to the point where the devil is in me so strongly
that I don't even want to talk about it with the pastor.  But I know I need
to tell you everything right now, or it might destroy what we've built
together.

   "You know my friend, Kathy," she said.  "I found out from some mutual
friends that she had caught her husband watching perverse pornography on
the Internet, and to get back at him, she had forced him to participate in
a sex video in which he was degraded, humiliated and even raped by a man.

   "Kathy never mentioned any of this to me directly, and I should have
forgotten about the evil gossip, but instead I called her up and even asked
her whether I could watch a few minutes of the video.  After I talked to
her, I couldn't understand why I said that, but I kept the appointment
anyway.

   "I ended up watching the whole thing, and as disgusting as it was, my
reaction was even worse.  I became aroused and even had orgasms while I was
watching her husband being mortified.

   "Afterwards, I tried to put it out of my mind, but when you came home
that night, I couldn't keep myself from using you to release my sexual
tension.  The same thing has been happening every night, and even during
the day, I often found myself thinking about that disgusting video and
getting aroused and impatient for you to come home.  Now you know the whole
story, but please, please, don't command me to tell the pastor.  I would
die." She stopped crying and looked at him with her moist eyes and sniffed.

   Adam didn't know what to say.  He knew that he had no simple answer to
this, not from the Bible or anything he had ever experienced.  After a
while, the best he could come up with was to find out more about what had
brought this on.

   "Eve," he said, trying to sound helpful, "first I want you to know I
love you right now as much as I've ever loved you.  With God's help, we've
dealt with many things, and we'll deal with this.  I'm not condemning you.
All want to do is help us get through this, but I'm not sure how.  Maybe if
you tell me more about the video, we can see why it's had this effect on
you."

   She tried to get into the spirit of a problem-solving session and began
to matter of factly tell him what Kathy's husband was forced to do on the
video.  But as she continued, she got increasingly enthusiastic.  She
talked about the different camera angles and the close-ups and how
disgusting they looked, how at first he was a willing participant and was
in an animal rut and then how things changed and he was forced into doing
disturbing things with two strangers, both a man and a woman.

   As her descriptions became more graphic, her breathing became labored
and her face began turning pink and then red.  Adam saw that she was
looking just like she often did before she had an orgasm.  When he saw her
like this in bed, it stimulated him, and they often climaxed at almost the
same time.  But they weren't pleasuring each other in bed right now.  It
was the memory of the video doing this to her.

   As she went on, he still couldn't think of anything.  Finally, he said,
"Do you think it would help if I saw the video, or maybe if we saw it
together?"

   "Oh no," said Eve.  "I never want to see that evil filth again.  I want
to erase it from my mind."

   "Well, I can't think of anything else right now except counseling, and
you tell me you're frightened of that," he said.  He saw her rapid nods of
agreement.  "Why don't we both think about this some more and maybe sleep
on it and see if we can work it out."

   "Adam, you're so wise and understanding," said Eve.  "Thank you so much
for pretending that you aren't disgusted with me.  I think you are right.
We'll find a way through this.  We have to." She wept quietly, but finally
got hold of herself and stood up.  He stood up, too, and they embraced for
a long time.

   That night, there was no wild sex, and Adam found himself for a moment
missing it, despite knowing what had caused it.  The celibacy lasted one
more night, but then the floodgates were opened again.  But now that Eve
knew that he knew what was going on, each session of abandonment ended with
her crying into her pillow.  He tried to comfort her, but she told him her
guilt and disgust with herself was too strong.

   He couldn't think of anything, and she never brought up any suggestions,
so they didn't talk about it again until two months later, when she told
him, "I talked to Kathy today about your suggestion, but she and her
husband are back together, and she said she will never show the video to
anyone again."

   "What suggestion?" Adam asked, and then he remembered.  "You thought it
might help for me to see it?"

   "I don't know what to think, but I'm desperate.  We can't go on like
this."

   By now, the video meant nothing to Adam.  Several times he thought about
making a dramatic show of forgiving Eve for watching it and maybe even
suggesting that she humble herself by going to church one more night a week
for a while.  Something inside him told him that this might be what she was
waiting for.

   But then he talked himself out of it, because it was dishonest.  She had
never done anything to him.  He had no right to judge her.  It was between
her and God.  Was it worth lying to relieve her guilt?  What if she saw
that he was lying?  Did they want to build their future together on a lie?
He went back and forth.  It was cruel to let her suffer, but to pretend to
forgive her for nothing seemed equally wrong.

   For some reason, as he continued to do nothing, he began feeling a
little guilty himself.  Often after their sessions in bed, she would hold
him tightly while softly crying and repeating over and over, "Adam, you're
so good, and I'm so evil." At these times, his own guilt came to mind, and
it even felt good in a way that he was also guilty for continuing to enjoy
the uninhibited sex that was the fruit of her guilt.

   "Well, then we have to forget about that idea," he said.  "But we'll
think of something." Eve didn't answer, but he could tell she wasn't
consoled.

   As the weeks went by, no one who knew the couple could tell there was
anything wrong, no one except her friend Kathy.  Every once in a while, out
of desperation, Eve would approach Kathy and plead with her.  At first, she
didn't tell Adam, but when she offered Kathy a large sum of money, almost
their entire savings, she did tell Adam afterwards how horrible she felt
when Kathy turned her down and seemed to be repelled by her.

   Adam was stunned by what Eve had done, but he still felt it wasn't his
right to forgive her.

   It was even worse a few months later, when she told him that one day she
had become so frantic when talking to Kathy that she had offered herself to
Kathy to humiliate and debase.  She would let Kathy make a video of her
doing anything Kathy desired with a man or a woman, even Kathy herself or
her husband.  She would do all this if she could only borrow the video one
night or if Kathy allowed her to come over and see it again.  She hadn't
told her that she would bring Adam with her and what her reason for doing
this was.

   She told Adam that Kathy was so upset by her outburst that she had told
Eve she wouldn't be able to see her or talk to her anymore.  And about a
week later, when for some reason Eve found herself slowly driving by
Kathy's house, Kathy had seen her and there was a look of real fear on
Kathy's face.

   Adam couldn't believe what he was hearing as Eve blurted out this story
in the midst of hysterical sobbing.  She had controlled herself for days,
but the minute he came back from delivering the kids to her parents one
Saturday, she had broken down.

   He did his best to console her and repeat his empty assurances that they
would find a way to heal her and that Kathy would forgive her and be her
friend again.

   But nothing changed, until his boss at work changed.



   Adam's new boss was Salome Cottonmouth, his first woman boss.  He had no
problems submitting to a woman in the workplace, despite what Eve and he
had decided to do at home.  Both he and Eve had always rendered unto Caesar
what was Caesar's.

   Mrs.  Cottonmouth came to his department with a reputation.  The good
part was that she was a shrewd manager and able to make everyone who worked
for her productive.  This resulted in bonuses and recognition for her, snd
she was smart enough to spread the wealth, so her subordinates didn't mind
when she cracked the whip, because under her, they received financial and
other benefits that they had never enjoyed before.

   Unfortunately, the private side of Mrs.  Cottonmouth was not so benign.
She had married a powerful executive, but when her career surpassed his,
she had imposed her will on him similar to the way she did with her
subordinates.  He had been as strong as she when they had married, but
while he still held a high position in another company, she had broken him
at home, and his colleagues would have been amazed to find out the tricks
he performed for her when her perverse moods struck her.  She was careful
to keep his humiliating sexual subjugation secret, only because she knew it
would hurt her career if it became public knowledge.

   The thrill of breaking him whetted her appetite for more of the same,
and so she began to take some chances.  The word had gotten around that she
was a wily seducer, and she enjoyed destroying men, especially happily
married men or those who were in a happy long-term relationship.

   She had a voluptuous body that she worked hard to keep that way.  At
work, her wardrobe was all stylish business suits, so she didn't flaunt her
plus sized natural breasts or her perfectly round butt.  But those who
worked with her knew she wouldn't hesitate to use all of her physical
assets, mental toughness and insatiable sexuality to take apart any man at
the office she set her eye on and turn the person into a sniveling
sycophant.

   She was careful to do this away from the office, usually when she and a
subordinate were on a business trip.  Sometimes it was a woman that she
destroyed, but she preferred men, because she considered them more of a
challenge.  When the two returned from the business trip, there was no
change in their office relationship, but both knew she was now the boss of
their sexual life, too, with the power to destroy any of their
relationships and demean them any way and any time she felt like it.

   She knew that whatever position she was promoted to, her reputation
proceeded her, and she was amused that her new subordinates, especially the
men, kept their distance at first.  But though they knew that Mrs. 
Cottonmouth was danger personified, they were fascinated by her reputation
and sooner or later one of the flies buzzed close enough to be trapped in
her web.  She used them until she spotted her next victim and then
discarded them.

   As Mrs.  Cottonmouth got to know Adam, she began licking her chops,
because she realized that he could be perhaps her greatest trophy.  He was
not only a strong, intelligent, confident and inspiring leader, but he was
also caring, empathetic and motivating.  What really turned her on was his
kindness and spirituality.  He genuinely cared for others, and he was
devoutly religious but in a private way that never made anyone around him
uncomfortable.

   In her mind, it was a battle of good against evil, and she was excited
for the opportunity to be the evil force that would overpower the good. 
She knew this one would take some planning, so she didn't rush into
anything but carefully began laying the foundation.

   As for Adam, even though he stayed away from gossip, he had heard the
stories, and from the day she arrived, he had kept Mrs.  Cottonmouth at
arms' length.  Like the other men, he was fascinated, but he knew better
than to get too close.

   He was relieved that their relationship seemed friendly but formal.  She
often complimented him, but it was only when he had really accomplished
something worthwhile.  On one level, he knew this was just her management
skills at work, but on another level, this motivated him much more than
when previous bosses had commended him with empty, insincere automatic
language.

   He didn't tell Eve anything about her until Mrs.  Cottonmouth told him
that he would be accompanying her to a four-day business trip to Kansas
City.  That worried him, and at dinner that night, he told Eve all about
the rumors and about how Mrs.  Cottonmouth hadn't caused any trouble so far
but how he was still concerned about this trip.

   Eve listened intently and asked a few questions about what Mrs. 
Cottonmouth looked like and what she acted like.  Adam knew how sensible
Eve was, and he waited for her advice.  Finally, she said, "I am humbled
that you are asking for my advice, Adam.  As your wife and lover and mother
of your children, I am feeling like a lioness right now.  I see this
incarnation of evil trying to destroy our home, and my instincts are to
pounce on her and rip her to shreds.

   "But neither our society nor God will permit me to do that.  We are not
animals, and she hasn't done anything, although every bone in my body tells
me she will try.  So all I can say is that I will pray for your strength,
and I will trust in you, as I always have.  Your light shines brighter than
her darkness, and I know that you will fight the devil with all your
strength if he tries to lure you into sin during your trip."

   "Eve, that was exactly what I needed to hear," Adam said.  "You are
above all other women in the world, and I will never dishonor you." That
was the end of the conversation about Mrs.  Cottonmouth.  That night was a
particularly wild one in bed, and Adam was happy that afterwards Eve didn't
talk about her guilt but fell asleep with a smile on her face.  As he
drifted off, he wondered whether the discussion about Mrs.  Cottonmouth had
something to do with Eve's ardor.

   When he dropped her off the next morning at the community college, she
gave him a warm embrace and told him, "Be strong, Adam!," before he drove
off.  Her car was in the shop, and she was going to be picked up from
school by the car dealer after class.  She was using her babysitting pool
hours to study videography and video editing.

   After beginning online six months ago, she had advanced quickly, and
when these classes were over, she would be at the professional level,
proficient enough with the latest equipment and the top editing programs
that she could make decent money if she wanted a job.

   But neither she nor Adam wanted her to work and be away from the
children, so she was going to use her new skills and some expensive cameras
and computer hardware she had bought to make videos of the family, mostly
the children.

   Adam got a travel itinerary and schedule from Mrs.  Cottonmouth that day
for the trip, though it was more than a week off.  She was making an effort
to inconvenience him as little as possible, he thought to himself.  He was
glad to know the schedule was packed and there were only a few minutes of
free time all day and into the evening.

   They sat next to each other in business class, but other than exchanging
some pleasantries, they had no conversation during the plane trip, about
business or anything else.  When they checked in, she told him she wanted
to relax a little before their dinner meeting that night and she would see
him at the restaurant.

   The dinner with the client went well, and in the cab back to the hotel,
she thanked him for his contribution to the evening, as usual not in a
general way, but specifically pointing out each helpful thing he said.  It
went that way for the next day, and the only slight hitch came the
afternoon of the day before they were to leave.  After a successful lunch
meeting, she said that the 2 p.m.  appointment had been canceled, and she
was spending the afternoon at the pool and would see him at dinner.

   He held his breath waiting for her to suggest that he join her, but she
didn't, and when he said he'd walk around the resort area for a while
before going back to his room, she said goodbye and left.  About an hour
and a half later, when he got off the elevator on the floor where their
rooms were, he saw her walking toward him from down the hall.

   She was wearing a terrycloth coverup, but it was wide open, and beneath
it, her bountiful breasts were swinging free and wild.  At least that's
what he thought at first, but as she came closer, he could see that there
was a tiny bikini that barely covered anything and certainly didn't control
her large breasts.

   "Hi," she said in a friendly voice as she passed him.  He said "Hi"
back, but his voice sounded parched and whispery.  After he walked a few
steps, he turned to look at her and saw that her terrycloth coverup came
only to her waist.  Below that were some firm round cheeks that were
bouncing as wildly as her breasts had been as they swayed from side to
side. Her string bikini between the cheeks was invisible.

   He quickly turned around, but not quickly enough, because she had turned
her head around, too, and caught him looking at her.  Her expression was
one he had never seen before.  It was a combination of gotcha, open
invitation and utter sexual depravity.  But she never said a word as she
turned her head around and headed to the elevator.

   When he got to his room, Adam was in a sweat.  He put the safety latch
on the door as if that would protect him and then he sat on the couch.  His
heart was racing.

   Was it a coincidence that she was coming down the hall at the exact
moment he came back to his room?  She had been back at the hotel more than
an hour and a half, plenty of time for her to put on her skimpy suit and go
down to the pool.  Why had he turned around?  What was she going to try
next?

   After a while he calmed down, and went over the incident more
rationally. He thought about Mrs.  Cottonmouth's voluptuous body on display
for him and that look on her face.  He had to smile.  Sure she aroused him,
but she didn't know that Eve's body was even more exciting, although he was
the only one who knew.  While Mrs.  Cottonmouth's breasts and butt were
eye-catching as they moved with her body, Eve had more in both departments,
and something else, too.  Her body and her beautiful face complemented each
other in a classic way, so that he was always torn between marveling at her
and just going at her.  Eve enjoyed both of her husband's reactions.

   No, Mrs.  Cottonmouth definitely didn't stack up to Eve, he thought, and
nothing had happened except that she had embarrassed him.  The next day
there was a meeting with the company that had canceled the day before. 
During some small talk between Adam and one of the company executives while
they were at the bar, Adam said he hoped everything was OK yesterday.

   "What do you mean?" said the woman.

   "Well, when you had to cancel our meeting, I thought there might be some
crisis," he said.

   "Cancel?" she said.  "Oh, you mean the meeting that was rescheduled for
today.  We had a conflict, but we rescheduled that more than a month ago."
The woman didn't notice Adam gulping.  Mrs.  Cottonmouth had lied to him.

   There weren't any similar incidents the rest of the trip, except he
thought he saw Mrs.  Cottonmouth eyeing him at times on the plane.  He
never looked up from his study Bible, so he couldn't be sure.

   When he told Eve about everything, she scolded him while laughing. 
"Adam, how could you even think for a minute that you ran into her almost
naked by accident," she said.  "Of course, she planned the whole thing. 
Watch out!  She is really a schemer." That night, Eve was on a rampage in
bed again.

   After that, Eve began asking about Mrs.  Cottonmouth.  It wasn't often,
maybe once a week, and Adam thought she was almost disappointed when he had
nothing out of the ordinary to report.  A month later, when he told Eve
that he had to go on a three-day trip with Mrs.  Cottonmouth, Eve's eyes
lit up.  "I wonder what she's going to try this time," she said.  "Are you
ready to resist her wiles.  I will do my part by exhausting you the night
before you leave, if I have your permission, my husband."

   "Persmission granted," he said.  That night, she exhausted him and
herself in bed, and she also kept her promise for the night before he left.



   The second road trip Adam took with Mrs.  Cottonmouth was completely
different from the first.  He could tell right away from looking at their
schedule of meetings, which she gave him a few days before they left.  It
seemed to him they could have accomplished everything they needed in one
day and flown home that night.  Not only that, but this trip was to a
factory area in a small Southern town, so there was nothing to do during
the many hours between business meetings.

   Adam packed his study Bible and a couple of recent books on life and
religion that his pastor had recommended and that had been gathering dust
on his bookshelf.

   But starting with the first night, Mrs.  Cottonmouth asked him to join
her for non-business meals.  Each time, the meal allegedly started with
discussions of the upcoming meetings on the trip and developments at the
home office, but after that, they started getting personal.

   Mrs.  Cottonmouth talked about herself first, her career moves, her
decisions to put off having a family, her husband who was also successful
although not at her level.  She didn't go any further than that before
turning the conversation to him and his life.

   He was on his guard not to give her more than minimal information, but
he soon discovered one reason for her successful career.  With a voice
dripping with sincerity and a friendly smile -- and without ever seeming to
be pushy or persistent -- she could suck blood from a rock.  The strange
thing is he knew exactly what she was doing, and he still couldn't stop
her.

   Soon he was talking to her about how he and Eve decided to change their
lives, how they became Christians, what they believed in, how Eve deferred
to him as head of the family even though he considered her brains and
abilities much superior to his and how he tried to live his beliefs in his
work without imposing them on others.

   He found that Mrs.  Cottonmouth was most interested in details of his
relationship with Eve.  He noticed that of all the things he told her, her
greatest reaction came when he talked about their Christian approach to the
family structure and that while he accepted the leadership role, he often
felt that Eve was the stronger of the two.  She tried to draw him out
further on the subject, but without much success, not because he was hiding
anything, but because he didn't find this as strange as she did.

   She tried to pry into more intimate parts of their relationship, but
there she had no luck.  He wasn't used to talking about sex to anyone but
Eve, and even Mrs.  Cottonmouth's skills couldn't get him past that.  But
by the evening of the second day, she had learned almost everything else
that made him tick.

   They had a breakfast meeting with clients the next morning, and then
there was nothing to do but go to the airport for their 2 p.m.  flight. 
She asked him if he would join her in the little airport's cafe for lunch
and picked a table at the farthest corner of the empty restaurant, where
she sat against the wall so the only thing he could see was her face and no
one else coming in could see his reaction to what she was saying to him.

   "Adam," she began, "I'm sure you heard a lot about me before I arrived
to take over your department.  You might think what you heard was
exaggerated, but it probably wasn't.  And there is much more that you
haven't heard, which I'm going to tell you now.

   "Maybe you're thinking, why am I doing this?  It's because of what
you've heard.  Yes, I am a predator.  I hunt down men and mount them in
both senses of the word.  I particularly enjoy matching up against a strong
male and breaking him completely.  You've probably guessed that I want to
make you my next trophy.

   "You can flatter yourself that I think you are the toughest man I've
ever come across, and that is why I'm telling you all this.  I realize the
only way I could ever bag you would be through complete honesty.  You have
a strong belief system that keeps you grounded, and you are repelled by
evil, even though like every man, you are also fascinated by it.  I can't
use my usual tricks and schemes on you.  And then there's Eve.  She has an
amazing power over you that has a lot to do with the man you are and the
massive success that I see for you in the future.

   "But because I'm hiding nothing, I'm telling you now that I still plan
to bag you.  No, I don't think I can overwhelm and dominate you and degrade
and humiliate you like I've done to my husband and many other men, but
because you are so highly tuned to good and evil, I've set up a lesser goal
in your case.  If I can lure you to the dark side only one time, if I can
trap you inside my body and bring you to orgasm, to me that will be a
victory.

   "Because even if you never go near me after that, I know what it will do
to your mind and your relationship with Eve.  It will affect you much more
than the disgusting things I force my husband to do at home.  Yes you're
the first person to find out about that, and I know you'll tell your wife.
But I need to tell you about him -- and all the others -- because you need
to know exactly how bad I am and how honest.

   "So understand that everything I'm telling you today, and everything I
tell you about myself from now on, will be the truth, but my honesty has
only one motive -- to find a chink in your armor, to get you to make just
one mistake, just one slip that will give me the greatest trophy of my
career."

   For the next hour and a half, he was silent while she told him the
details of what she was continuing to do to her husband and what she had
done with her previous conquests.  As he listened, he realized that some of
the pain and degradation she had put her men through were similar to what
Eve had described to him in the video she had seen.  He guessed that when
it came to sexual humiliation, there weren't that many variations.  When
you were out to pervert the function of every bodily organ God had created,
you eventually ran out of combinations.

   Even so, hearing what she had done to the men and what she had made them
do for her was as disgusting as anything he had ever heard in his life.  He
felt as though he were wallowing in filth as he listened to her, and he
wondered what would happen if he got up and walked away.  But as she said,
even he was fascinated with evil.  So he didn't get up.  When she finished,
he noticed that he was sweating as if he just finished a workout.

   He was so thirsty, he ordered a beer, and she did, too.  They sat
sipping their beers.  He was aware that she was looking at him, but he was
only looking at his beer.  When their plane was announced, they got up in
silence and walked to the gate, and they didn't exchange a word during the
flight.

   When he got home, he looked so worn out that Eve was worried that he was
sick.  He said he was fine but he couldn't talk about his trip now and he
needed rest.  He went to the bedroom without even looking in at his
sleeping children and barely got his clothes off before he collapsed.

   When he woke up the next day, Eve told him he had slept 12 hours and
wondered whether she should book a doctor's appointment.  He told her that
he felt a lot better, and he wasn't going to waste the rest of the
Saturday. They were going out with the children, and he would tell her
about the trip that night.

   After dinner, he first tried to summarize what had taken place, but he
saw that Eve was totally caught up with what he was saying and wanted to
hear every detail, including every sick thing Mrs.  Cottonmouth had ever
done to her men.  When he finished and told her he couldn't think of
anything else, she asked him, "Are you sure?" Then she sat looking at him
silently, breathing hard and flushed.  He didn't share her arousal, but
when they went to bed, she quickly brought him over the edge, the first of
many times that night.

   The next night was even wilder.  He felt that she was trying out new
things, and some of them were mild variations of what Mrs.  Cottonmouth
liked to do to her men.  One involved Eve spitting on her finger and
putting it into his rear and then moving it in and out.

   She had done something similar previously, but only momentarily and
never moving it, but now this became a regular part of her repertoire.  Was
she thinking of some of the things Mrs.  Cottonmouth had pushed into her
men?

   As the days went by, the fever pitch level dropped only slightly.  Just
as she had been after she had seen the troublesome video, Eve was in heat,
and she became the instigator and aggressor.

   Adam found he didn't mind.  In fact her energy and imagination inspired
him to match her.  She responded even more eagerly when he did this.  He
rarely came out the winner, but he was an ecstatic loser.

   Week after joyous week, their passion for each other was undiminished.
Later, they both agreed it was the happiest time of their lives.  Adam
noticed that for long periods, Eve didn't bring up the video anymore.  But
just when he began thinking the video episode was behind them, it would
reappear with all the tears and self-recriminations from before.

   It finally stopped three months later, after Adam's next business trip
with Mrs.  Cottonmouth, but not in the way either of them expected.



   When Adam looked at the schedule for the trip, he didn't see anything
suspicious.  They were arriving late on a Tuesday and spending all day
Wednesday trying to close a big new account, then flying home Thursday
morning.  The plane flight was uneventful, and when they got to the hotel,
both of them headed for their rooms because they had an early start the
next day.

   That day began with an 8 a.m.  breakfast, and as the day wore on, the
negotiations got more intense.  Lunch was a working meeting in the office
of one of the client's executives, and dinner was Chinese food in another
office.  When they finally left the corporate headquarters at 9 p.m., the
huge parking lot was dark and deserted except for their rental car and a
couple of cars belonging to the lawyers they had just left.

   They were exhausted and quiet as they walked to the car, but the minute
they were in motion, they rolled up their windows and yelled.  They had put
every ounce of their energy into the previous 13 hours, and it had all paid
off and paid off big.  They wouldn't need an airplane to fly home tomorrow.

   Their chatter on the way back to the hotel was animated.  They were
exhausted but also totally awake, and Adam knew it would take him a while
to fall asleep.  When he was back in his room, he thought about calling
Eve, but he decided not to bother her so late.  Tomorrow, he would ask her
to book a table at an expensive restaurant for a celebration.

   His phone rang, and before he answered it, he had an uneasy feeling.  It
was Mrs.  Cottonmouth, and she was crying.  "Adam, something is wrong," she
said.  "The lawyers just called me and said that they found a problem when
they were going over the papers, and they could not sign off on the deal. I
tried to understand the problem when they explained it, but I just
couldn't. I used everything inside me to persuade them to come here with
the papers.  They're coming to my room in a few minutes.

   "I need you here to see if you can help me find out what went wrong.  I
feel like a zombie, but I can't let this fall apart if there's any possible
way we can solve this problem.  Please forgive me for being hysterical, but
come to my room as fast as you can."

   Adam was half-undressed, but he pulled on his slacks, buttoned his shirt
and put his shoes on.  He left his tie off and didn't tuck his shirt in. 
She was still crying when he knocked on her door.

   "Try to pull yourself together," he told her.  "We both went over
everything thoroughly, so I'm sure this is either their mistake or a
misunderstanding.  The worst thing that could happen is that we stay over
and don't fly home tomorrow morning, or that we have to come back one more
time."

   She started feeling embarrassed.  "I know," she said, "but I had already
cashed the check in my mind, and I was in a total celebration attitude one
second and then flat on the floor a second later.  I think I overreacted
because I was so tired." He looked around and saw that she had been
drinking from a bottle of expensive Scotch.  Without being invited to share
it, he filled up a glass for himself and sipped it while they waited.

   By the time the lawyers got there 10 minutes later, she was looking more
professional than Adam, but he was the one who immediately spotted the
incorrect wording that was causing the problem.  He also found the correct
wording in the notes of one lawyer that were smeared by part of his lunch.
In 10 minutes, everything was solved, and the lawyers apologized as they
all shook hands.  She offered some Scotch to the lawyers, but they wanted
to get home.

   When they left, she put her finger to her lips and looked at her
expensive watch for a minute.  Then she let out a yell as loud as the one
earlier in the car.

   "I feel like I've just been brought to the edge of ecstasy and then left
hanging and frustrated and then given the biggest orgasm I've ever had,"
she screamed while she danced around the room.  "For me, achieving
something like this is as exciting as great sex."

   "I know what you mean," he said, excitedly, and the moment he said it,
he knew he had made a mistake.  Why had he bought into her sex talk? 
Before he had time to regret it, he jumped.  As soon as the words were out
of his mouth, she had danced over to the couch where he was sitting and
plopped down almost on top of him.  But that's not why he jumped.  As she
sat down, her right hand launched like a heat-seeking missile and went
straight down his pants and inside his briefs until it found what it was
looking for.

   Her face was so close to his that he couldn't tell if she was breathing
hard, he was breathing hard or they both were.  "We need to celebrate," she
said.

   When he got up from her bed an hour later, she was in a stupor from a
combination of the Scotch and multiple orgasms.  He had come a couple of
times, too, but now he was feeling really sick, both in body and soul.  He
looked at her naked, voluptuous body and felt disgusted, not with her but
with himself.

   The plane ride home was more exhausting to him than the sex.  Mrs. 
Cottonmouth could see from the way he looked in the lobby that he hadn't
slept much all night and that he didn't want to hear a word from her.  He
sat as far away from her as he could in the rental car and in his seat next
to hers on the flight.

   His mind was like a car without brakes coming down a mountain road.  He
was trying to control it and steer it into the lane that led to safety, but
it kept wanting to go over the cliff.  He wrestled with it until he was
soaked in sweat.  For the first time, he understood what Eve had been going
through with her guilt about watching the video.  Only his transgression
was many times worse, and thinking about it didn't excite him in any way.
There was nothing redeeming about it.  He would never remember that night
with any emotion except disgust.  Would Eve take the children and leave? 
How could she ever forgive him?

   He was supposed to go to work when he arrived at the airport, but Mrs.
Cottonmouth saw him heading the opposite direction toward home.  She
wondered if it was the last she'd see of him.  She had bagged her trophy,
even though she knew it had been a stroke of luck that had put him in her
clutches and not anything she had planned.  As she watched him go, she felt
a certain satisfaction, but it was bittersweet as she realized that she
might have lost the best assistant she ever had.

   The toddlers were napping when he walked in and surprised Eve.  She
looked at him, and he could tell she immediately knew what had happened. 
They went into the kitchen, and he sat at the table with his head down
until she handed him a cup of coffee.

   He took a sip and then broke down.  She didn't say anything while he
sobbed and then told her everything.  She listed with rapt attention as he
went through the day minute by minute, but she didn't say a word until he
finished.  Then she asked him to explain in more detail what he and Mrs. 
Cottonmouth did in bed.

   "I can remember everything else, but I can't remember that," he said. 
"I'm sorry.  I must be blocking it."

   "Try harder," she said.  "Did she demean and humiliate you like she did
her other men.  What did she do?  What did you do?"

   "I don't think she did those things, Eve.  I would probably remember
something like that.  All I know is that she was pretty drunk, and maybe I
was, too.  I know I had at least two orgasms, and I think she had more than
that.  But otherwise, it's just a blur of lust.  I'm so sorry."

   "Number one, stop saying you're sorry," she said in a firm voice that he
hadn't heard in a long time, maybe since before they were married.  "I
don't want to hear that again in connection with this.  Ever."

   "OK," he said softly, and he looked up at her, then looked down again
quickly.  Her eyes were like laser beams burning into his soul.

   She didn't say anything, and he didn't say anything for nearly an hour.
Then they heard the toddlers stirring and starting to babble.  She got up,
and he began to get up, too, but she glared at him and said, "Stay right
here."

   He didn't move, and eventually, she brought the children to their
father, and he smiled and played with them.  She watched him in stony
silence for a few minutes, and then she said, "I think you're tired.  Let's
talk about this tonight."

   He was tired.  He felt almost lifeless as he dropped onto their bed and
was immediately fast asleep.  When he felt someone shaking him, he had
trouble coming back to reality.  He wanted to sleep forever, a dreamless,
mindless sleep, and he never wanted to get out of bed again.

   "It's 7 o'clock," she said.  "I've made you some dinner." They ate in
silence, and after she cleared the plates, she sat down facing him.  Her
face was the same as before, with those burning laser eyes.  Finally, she
said, "What are we going to do?  I mean, what am I going to do.  You are
the man of the household.  Tell me what I should do, my husband?"

   His mind started to race.  What should he tell her?  What would make
this come out right?  What did she want to hear?  She was waiting for him
to answer, but he didn't know what to say.

   "I can't tell you what to do in this case, my wife," he responded using
their formula, but he almost choked on his words.  "All I can do is tell
you some of things I was thinking on the plane.  They were totally
irrational, but if you want to hear them, I will share them with you."

   "Please tell me, my husband," she said in a monotone.

   He ran through some of the random thoughts that he could remember from
the plane trip.  He compared his sin with her sin and then said there was
no comparison.  He hoped his sin would finally bring an end to her
suffering when she realized how she had really not harmed him in any way
while he had humiliated her with Mrs.  Cottonmouth.

   He wondered if they should abandon their chosen lifestyle ritual of the
woman yielding to the man and become equal partners.  Some Christian
couples they knew had done so, and it didn't seem to get between them and
God.  He never felt superior to her anyway, and now he felt like dirt under
her feet.

   He didn't want to be apart from her and the children, but he would
understand if she found a good Christian man -- there were many at the
church who admired her -- and left him.  He hoped she would let him see the
children, but if she wouldn't, he would not fight her in court.  He hoped
she would go to the pastor with him, so that he could tell everything to
the pastor, and maybe the pastor could help them find a way through this.
He had prayed last night and early this morning, and he would continue
praying for her forgiveness the rest of his life.

   He stopped when he couldn't think of anything more, and then there was a
long silence again.  Finally she stood up and said, "I'm tired."

   "Do you want me to--," he started.

   "No, come to bed, my husband," she said.

   When they were in bed, she kissed him lightly on the lips.  A dutiful
kiss, he thought.  So she was not going to change that.  After the kiss,
she turned her back to him and was quiet.  It took him a long time to fall
asleep.

   The next week was spent mostly in silence.  Each night, she kissed him
and then turned her back to him.  Her expressions went through many
changes, and often her words didn't match what her look was telling him. 
It was as if her face was divorced from her mind, he thought, as he looked
at her.

   The office was his only escape from the torture of looking at her, and
he plunged into his work with joyless abandon.  Mrs.  Cottonmouth watched
him, and although he never spoke to her about what had happened on the trip
or since he got home, she figured that she had destroyed his marriage and
her victory was complete.

   She saw that even broken, he was still a brilliant assistant, and she
did something she had never done before.  She called him into her office
and told him to close the door and sit down.  Then she began to talk about
things she never talked about at work.

   "Adam, I don't know what's happened to you.  Your work is as outstanding
as it's always been, but everyone can see you're in pain.  I'm sure there
is some trouble at home, and I feel that you are struggling to find a way
to atone for what you did.  I'm sure you want to be humiliated and
mortified to try to make up for what you did to Eve.

   "As I told you before, I am a master when it comes to demeaning men.  I
know how to make them do things that they hate themselves for doing, to
bring them down into the mud and, most of all, to twist their minds into
painful recognition of what slimy animals they are.

   "Because I value you so much, I'm willing to do this for you.  I think
at this point, physical and mental pain might help you, and of course,
helping you experience it will bring me great pleasure.  I won't bring this
up again, but all you have to do is say the word." He didn't reply and got
up and left her office.

   The meeting with Mrs.  Cottonmouth finally gave him a way to break the
silence.  When he told Eve that his boss had called him in to talk about
his personal life, Eve immediately snapped out of her torpor and became
animated.  She wanted to know every word that was spoken in the meeting. 
When he told her what Mrs.  Cottonmouth had said, Eve didn't say anything.
She was looking at him, but her mind was a million miles away.  He wondered
what she was thinking.

   She continued to turn her back to him at night, but otherwise, she
became more attentive to him.  Often he felt as though she was looking at
him, even when he was facing away from her.  They had never stopped going
to church, but for a while, it seemed as if they were both only going
through the motions, and both of them avoided looking at the pastor
whenever they saw him.

   Now, he noticed that she was more at peace with herself and was getting
back in touch with her spirituality, in contrast to him.  She even would
smile at him occasionally.

   It was a Sunday afternoon when she finally opened up.  They had brought
the children to his parents after church, and they had a few hours to
themselves.  She made some coffee and asked him to come to the kitchen.

   When they were seated, she said, "I've been thinking about those
questions I asked after you told me what happened.  Thanks to Mrs. 
Cottonmouth, I think I may have come up with a solution.  It's not a pretty
solution, and I'm not even sure it will work, but if you are willing to try
-- No, my husband, if you want me to tell you what's on my mind, I must ask
you to not say a word until I've finished.  If that's not pleasing to you,
I will stop now.

   "Thank you, my husband.  You have no idea what I'm going to ask you to
do.  It's something I would never do if I were you.  So I'm asking you not
to make any decision now, because I think you might change it later.

   "To start off, I think both of us realize that everything has changed
and there's no way to go back to what we had before, which wasn't perfect
but certainly seems better than what we're left with now.  The only thing
that's the same is that I love you deeply, even though my feelings toward
you have become more complicated.

   "I thought about going to the pastor with you for counseling, but I'm
worried that this would end by driving us apart.  I'm sure he'd get me to
forgive you, but I don't know if he could make me want to stay with you. 
If none of his ideas worked, he'd finally suggest that we try to find
happiness with someone else.

   "Maybe you have more confidence in counseling than I do, and if that's
what you want, I'll follow you, my husband, even though I'm fearful it will
do no good.

   "When you first told me what happened, my emotions were fury and hate.
It made me physically sick to look at you for almost a week, although I
tried to hide my feelings.

   "I had thought that you were too strong for her, that our home and our
children and our God would make you invulnerable, like the heroes of the
Bible.  How stupid I was!  We both know Bible stories of human sexual
debasement, even among the greatest heroes.  They were human, and so were
you.

   "I came to realize, you needed to be forgiven for your sin, but how
could I forgive what you did to me and the children, although they're never
going to hear about it?  If I forgave you without you atoning for your sin,
it would eat me up and maybe destroy our marriage.  I fantasized about
different kinds of punishment, things that were cruel and violent.  I was
ashamed of my thoughts, but it didn't stop them.

   "Then you told me about your meeting at the office, and it made me think
again about Kathy's video, and then I thought of Mrs.  Cottonmouth and all
the ways she tormented her husband and any man she could get her clutches
on, how she turned them into self-loathing insects by humiliating and
debasing them sexually.

   "And then I thought about my video classes, everything I learned about
lighting and camera angles and equipment and close-ups and various editing
styles and slow-motion and software.  All these things were spinning around
my mind.  In the last few days, I put them altogether into a plan.

   "Adam, although I've begun to pray again, this decision has nothing to
do with God and prayer.  This decision comes from the Devil, and I have no
illusions about that.  In fact, I've been praying to God for forgiveness
before I even say anything, and I'll probably be continuing to ask his
forgiveness for a long time if we go through with this.

   "For your punishment, I want to do a video shoot similar to what Kathy
did with her husband.  There will also be elements from what Mrs. 
Cottonmouth told you she does to her men, and maybe some other disgusting
things that have come into my mind when I thought of the video and her.  I
was going to ask you what were the 10 sexual things that you found most
disgusting, but then I decided that wouldn't be fair.  I need to be the one
who's accountable, and so I picked the things that I thought would repel
you.

   "There will be only three people at the video shoot, and we'll do it
right in our own bedroom.  The third person is a fellow video student named
Rick.  He's very special, and I'll tell you more about him later.  For now,
I want you to know that I think he's totally trustworthy, and in any case,
the video is never going to leave this house.  I have the hardware and
software to do my own editing, and I plan to make a masterpiece.  Once it's
finished, you will watch it with me at least one time, experiencing once
more all the pain and degradation you will go through when we shoot the
video.

   "I'm hoping that this extreme solution puts an end to this part of our
lives and that we can then move on and begin to focus on God again instead
of the Devil.  But I can't promise that.  I sometimes think you've sent my
mind so far into darkness that I'll become like Mrs.  Cottonmouth and never
see the light again.  I'm hoping with all my might that this won't be the
case, but I can't give you any guarantees.

   "I'm not going to tell you what will happen to you in the video shoot,
because I want you to anticipate the worst.  Part of what made the video I
saw special was because the man had no idea what was coming next.  You'll
be the opposite of him because you know so many things that might be done
to you that you'll be anticipating them, and you'll be frightened from now
until it's over.  And I want to capture that fright in the video, along
with the disgust, pain and humiliation.

   "So that's it, Adam.  You don't need to give me your answer right away.
I can wait, but I can't wait forever.  The bottom line is, you can agree to
do everything I tell you to do in the video shoot, or we can go to
counseling, or we can start working out a separation.  I see you have
questions.

   "How long will the video shoot be," he asked.

   "Between one and two hours," she said.

   "Will you show the video to your friends, like Kathy did?"

   "Never.  They won't even know there is a video.  As I said, the video
will never leave this house, and only the two of us and Rick will ever know
of its existence."

   "What if I decide to do it and then find I can't?"

   "If you want me to make sure you don't change your mind at the last
minute, I can do that.  But before I agree to that, you have to convince me
that you are certain this is your choice.  I can answer more questions, my
husband, but I don't think that will help you with your decision.  I
respectfully ask you to begin doing some thinking now."

   That night when she turned her back to him, he couldn't fall asleep.  He
was more frightened than he could ever remember, even when he was stationed
in Iraq, but he couldn't tell if it was the video or the end of his
marriage that he feared the most.

   Eve didn't bring up the proposal again, and he managed to put it out of
his mind during the day.  But each night after she kissed him and turned
her back to him, he thought about the decision he would have to make and
had trouble falling asleep.

   He noticed that the goodnight kisses had changed.  Now they were no
longer perfunctory, but getting more passionate.  He began getting aroused
by them and feeling frustrated as she turned away.

   During the day, she would sometimes caress and touch him like she used
to do.  Because he wasn't getting any relief, even the slightest touch got
him worked up and more frustrated.

   Eve's modesty outside the house had never carried through to their
private moments, but now he noticed that he saw her naked body more than
ever before.  It seemed as if she was always stepping out of the shower or
changing clothes when he was in the bedroom.

   At first, he thought he was imagining it, but he could swear that at
such times, she was moving her body in ways he had never seen, almost doing
an erotic dance with her generous breasts and beautiful rear moving in
enticing rhythms as her legs found ways of spreading apart to show off the
large thicket of hair between them.  Sometimes he could even see some
reddish pink coloring between her spread lower lips, and it got him so
excited that he locked himself in the bathroom to get relief.

   He finally understood that even though she wasn't pressuring him to
decide, she was lobbying for her preferred choice.  The nudity, the erotic
movements and the caressing continued escalating, and he could tell she was
getting impatient.  But what could he say?  He couldn't go through with the
video, but he couldn't give her up either?

   It was on a Monday morning, about four weeks after she had asked him,
that he finally gave his answer.  As he was walking out of the house, she
said to him, "Adam, please pick up the kids from my parents on your way
home.  They're watching them while I meet with the family law attorney."

   He stopped cold in his tracks and looked at her.  "Don't worry," she
said, "I didn't tell them why I wanted them to babysit.  And the
appointment is just a preliminary consultation.  It doesn't cost us
anything." He called her from his desk an hour later to tell her to cancel
her appointment and to give her his decision.

   The next day, he had to call in sick, because he hadn't slept all night.
All the weeks of pent-up desire for each other burst onto their bed like a
bombshell, and they couldn't stop their rutting until they heard the
children's voices the next morning.  She was still full of energy as she
got up to give them breakfast, but he was exhausted.  As he drifted into a
deep sleep, he frowned as he thought to himself, well, she certainly didn't
leave any doubt that I made the decision she wanted me to.



   "Rick, I want you to meet Adam," said Eve.  "Adam, this is Rick, my
friend from the video classes." Rick's huge hand almost enveloped Adam's
when they shook.

   Adam was not a small man, but Rick towered over him.  He must have been
at least 6 feet 7.  Adam also couldn't help noticing the massive chest and
huge arm muscles.  Eve saw Adam sizing him up.

   "Rick says they're all the real thing, no steroids," she said, smiling.
"He told me he was a starting lineman in college, but he couldn't make the
pros because he wasn't able to put on enough body mass.  He sure looks
massive to me.  He can bench press 400 pounds.  That's more than double
what you weigh.

   "Rick does some performing in porno films, and you won't believe this,
but at our first class he came right over and sat next to me, and during
the break, he tried to recruit me to work with him in his next film.  I
turned red as a beet and almost died when everybody looked at me as they
came back to the room.

   "A few days later, some of the girls were talking about how huge he was
in a certain area, but by that time, we had gotten to know each other, and
he knew never to bring up that part of his life.  As I got to know him, I
found out he was a wonderful person, gentle, caring and honest.  He kept
asking me until I finally shared some of our beliefs with him.

   "From his questions, he seemed like he was interested in finding out
more.  Or maybe, he's only interested because of me.  I told him one night
that I could never respect a man who wasn't totally honest, and that's when
he told me he had feelings for me and that if you ever let me down, he
would be there for me.  I told him honestly that I was sure that would
never happen, but if I hadn't found the one person meant for me throughout
eternity, I'd definitely consider dating him.

   "The day after you told me what happened with Mrs.  Cottonmouth, I was
very distraught in class, and Rick wouldn't leave me alone.  I should have
been strong, but I broke down and told him.  He was very angry, and he
wanted to confront you and hurt you.  I told him he had a lot to learn if
he ever wanted to be born again.

   "When the idea of the video came to me, I thought of him immediately
because he was one of the best students in the class.  For the first time,
I went online and watched a few of his performances.  He was even larger
than I imagined in every way.  None of the girls could even put their hands
all the way around him when he was aroused.  He was so strong that he could
do things with them that were almost like a circus act, even with some of
the bigger girls.

   "I told him your weight, and he said that he had done the same tricks
with girls even heavier than you for something called big beautiful women
videos.  Combined with the fact that he hasn't gotten to know you yet and
still dislikes you, this made me realize that he was perfect for my
project.

   "Even though Rick is straight, he's had to act some roles that involve
threesomes with couples.  Sometimes the plot has been about the wife
humiliating her husband and forcing him to have sex with Rick.  Of course,
usually the man playing the husband is gay, but Rick has to be able to make
love to the wife and then pretend to force himself on the husband during
the same shoot.

   "Believe it or not, even though he doesn't like you, he tried to talk me
out of this, because he knew that it went against my values, and he was
worried that it would hurt me more than you.  But I finally persuaded him
to help me by promising that afterward, I would help him find a spiritually
fulfilling life."

   While he listened to her, Adam was looking around the bedroom.  It was
Saturday morning, but the children had been at her parents' since
yesterday, and they weren't coming back until Sunday.  She had sent him off
to the coffee house right after he woke up with instructions not to come
back until 10 a.m.

   He saw that she and Rick had been busy for the last two hours.  He could
barely walk into the room without tripping over cords attached to power
boxes that were full of plugs.  Even though the air conditioning was on,
the room was warm and humid from all the powerful lights arrayed around the
bed.  Some of them were on stands and aimed down from near the ceiling, and
others were at every level down to actual bed level.  Cameras on tripods
were also at various levels around the bed, pointing at the brightly lit
sheets from every angle.  Eve showed him the master switch that would start
all the cameras at the same time.

   Eve and Rick were in constant motion around the room, making an
adjustment here, moving something there, fiddling with knobs, flipping
switches.  "What's that?" he asked Eve, pointing to a small machine on a
rolling stand.

   "It's a breast pump," she said.  "When I rented it, the lady at the
store complimented me on how I was in such good shape after having a baby.
If she only knew what I'm going to do with it today." She smiled at Adam,
and her smile frightened him.

   "And what's that," he said, pointing to a rolling intravenous apparatus
she must have also rented at the medical supply store.  "Are you going to
drug me, too?"

   "Don't be silly," she said with a laugh.  "The only artificial thing
we'll be using today is the breast pump.  No Viagra, no drugs, no condoms,
no vibrators, nothing but us.  That large pouch hanging from the rolling
stand is full of lubricant.

   "And that reminds me, I'm sorry to tell you that you have to get
uncomfortable right now, because we don't want this video to be
unappetizing.  So please follow me to the bathroom."

   She asked him to take off his clothes in the bathroom and kneel on a
towel and lift his rear as high as he could so she could insert an enema
nozzle.  First she poured some lubricant on her fingers and inserted two of
them into him.  She repeated this with more lubricant and then slowly
pushed the nozzle in.  After it was inserted, she pushed on the tube
leading into it, moving the nozzle deep inside him.  When he felt like it
might come out his throat, she stopped and turned the spigot.  He felt his
body filling with warm liquid and when the liquid stopped flowing, she told
him to stay in that position as long as he could.  Once he felt he couldn't
hold out any longer, he could move to the toilet.  When he was finished, he
should call her back.

   He followed her instructions and afterward cleaned himself up, but when
she came back, she said he had to do it one more to make sure, and after he
was done, he needed to get into the shower and wash himself thoroughly.

   When he came out of the bathroom, he had a towel around his waist, and
he saw they were finished setting up and were and standing next to each
other talking.

   "Come over here, Adam," said Eve.  "I was starting to explain to Rick
how this string works, but I can tell both of you at the same time.  When
you told me you were worried about losing your nerve, I thought of this. 
This is how it goes on." She bent down in front of Adam and he felt her
fingers moving his testicles around.  Then she was standing up again and
showing him a piece of string.

   "What I did was put a slip knot around your testicles, sort of like you
use for a Yo-Yo," she said.  "It's attached to this string.  Look down now
while I slowly pull the string."

   He looked down and saw that his testicles were slowly being pulled
forward between his legs until they were out in front of him.  He also felt
the pulling, and it wasn't a pleasant feeling.

   "The string is thin but strong," she said.  "You won't be able to see it
in the video, so it will be like an invisible reminder of your commitment.
If you don't follow my instructions, you'll get a little tug.  If that
isn't strong enough, the string will be pulled very gently until you
respond.  It will cause pain once the testes are stretched out far enough,
and eventually it could even rip them from your body, but that's not going
to happen -- Rick swore to me -- because just the thought that it could
happen will be enough to motivate you."

   When Adam spoke, his voice startled him.  It was high and shrill.  "I
don't know about that string, Eve," he said, trying not to look at Rick. 
"You know I agreed to this.  I'm just worried that there could be an
accident because of something nobody anticipated."

   "Don't worry about accidents," Eve said.  "I'm going to make sure
nothing is going to happen to my husband that I honor above all others.  As
long as things are moving along, the string will be so loose you won't even
feel it.  And I'm planning to remove it as soon as I think I can.

   "If you really want me to, I will take it off right now.  But then if
you get skittish, we have no fail-safe mechanism.  Rick has plans for the
afternoon, so we can't sit here while you change your mind back and forth.
So if there's no string, and you stop even once, even if you don't realize
you are stopping, it will be over, and we'll pack up the equipment.

   "Then we'll go right to Plan B, which is the counseling, and if that
doesn't work, the lawyers.  I already told you that I just don't have a
good feeling about the other plans, not like I do about this one.

   "That's why the string makes sense to me.  You have some idea of what is
going to happen this morning, Adam, and I wouldn't blame you one bit for
some occasional reluctance and hesitation.  But with the string, that won't
be a problem.  We'll be able to press on and finish and give ourselves the
best chance at making a great video.  Think about it a little, and I'm sure
you'll agree."

   He looked at the floor and thought about it a few minutes, and then he
barely nodded, without looking up.

   "Just a few more things before we get started," she said.  "See that
foam we stuck up all over the walls.  It's soundproofing.  I didn't want
you wearing any kind of gag because I want your reactions to be as real and
honest as possible.  So our bedroom is as tight as a recording studio now,
and you don't have to worry about being as loud as you want and scaring the
neighbors.

   "You don't have to say anything during the video if you don't want to,
Adam, and Rick won't be speaking.  But I will.  Rick and I learned how a
good voiceover can enhance a video and make it stronger, so I created a
plot and even a script that I'll improvise both on camera and off.  Some of
it is pretty bizarre, so don't get freaked out.  Remember, none of this is
real, so what I say means absolutely nothing once we've finished.  But you
both need to listen to me, because I've embedded the instructions for
everyone into my script.

   "I think you'll get what I'm doing right away, but if I see that anyone
is confused, we'll just stop so I can explain, and then I'll fix the
transition in the editing room.  I hope we don't have to do that because,
number one, I want things to flow naturally, and number two, it will just
take longer if we keep on stopping and starting, and I'm sure you'll want
to get this over with as soon as possible.

   "Rick and I are going to take turns with the high definition hand-held
camera, and we'll be coming in tight to get some great close-up action
while the mounted cameras get the medium and long shots.  If you want to
see what we're shooting just look at the monitors.  We've put five large
monitors on stands a little bit back from the bed.  It's hard to see them
now because of all the lights, but once you're down on the bed, you'll be
able to look in every direction and see exactly what's happening.

   "Rick and I took showers while you were gone -- no, not together -- so I
think we're ready.  Whoever is holding the camera will also be holding the
string.  Please lie down in the middle of the bed now, on your back.  But
take off the towel first.  Rick, aim your camera at me to start."

   Adam noticed she had bought a costume.  It was kind of a fantasy costume
in an Arabian Nights style.  There were veils draped over her body.  She
twirled around a few times as he moved to the bed, and the sheer pieces
flew away from her body to give tantalizing glimpses of her nakedness
beneath.

   As she twirled, she began speaking.  "Our Lord and master has commanded
us to his presence so that he might teach us the wisdom of the ages. 
First, 'Thou shalt not commit adultery' from Exodus 20:14, and from Hebrews
13:4, 'Marriage is honorable in all, and the bed undefiled: but
whoremongers and adulterers God will judge.' And then 'The man that
committeth adultery with another man's wife, even he that committeth
adultery with his neighbor's wife, the adulterer and the adulteress shall
surely be put to death,' from Leviticus 20:10.
"Today, my lord and master and his two obedient subjects will
demonstrate the ancient wisdom before the cameras so all his subjects may

watch and learn."

   She began removing her veils as she said, "From 'The Song of Songs,'
7:1: 'The joints of thy thighs are like jewels.' She posed before him naked
for a moment as he lay there barely breathing.  He realized again that her
body was the most beautiful one he had ever seen.  Then she crawled onto
the bed, and pulled his legs apart and knelt between them.  As her mouth
sucked him in, he took a deep breath and tried to remain calm, but within
seconds he was hard.  She had cut him off four days ago because she said
she wanted both of them sexually ravenous for the video.  It had definitely
worked with him.

   He leaned back on his elbows watching her head bob up and down on him
while her cheeks sucked him in and her tongue played around his penis.  How
could she do all that at the same time?  Then he felt her fingers around
his balls, gently lifting them, dropping them, moving them, pulling at
them, and soon he couldn't hold back anymore and squirted a huge release
into her mouth.  She stopped bobbing but continued sucking and stopping,
sucking and stopping, until he was soft.

   Then she raised her head up and moved up his body until her face was
right above his.  Her mouth was shut tightly and she was breathing through
her nose.  He knew what she wanted, but he couldn't do it.  He waited for
the string to be tugged, but it wasn't.

   She smiled at him with pursed lips and put her right hand on his
forehead and gently smoothed his sweaty hair to the side.  Then she took
her thumb and first finger and placed them in the middle of his forehead at
the hair line.  She gently brought them slowly straight down his forehead
and then down his nose as she continued smiling with her cheeks puffed out
from what was in her mouth.  As she reached the bottom of his nose, the two
fingers split apart and went to each side of his nose.  Before he
understood what was happening, she began pushing the thumb and index finger
together, pinching his nose shut.  He began shaking his head wildly up and
down and side to side.  She didn't try to stop him, but the fingers
traveled with his head and never let go.

   His head movements began to slow down and his eyes grew wider as she
slowly bent forward looking at him intently with her smiling pursed lips.
She brought her lips down to his lips and waited.  When he made a few more
jerky movements to try to get away from her, she raised her lips slightly
and watched him, but then she brought them down again and pushed them
lightly against his lips.

   Finally, he opened his mouth wide to gasp for air, and as he did, she
pushed her lips in and opened them.  The air flooded into his lungs and his
come flooded from her mouth into his at the same time.  He began choking
and coughing as some of the white liquid went the wrong place.  She let go
of his nose, and he coughed some of the come up into his nostrils and began
sneezing it out, feeling a horrible smell and burning sensation.  As he
struggled to breathe, he felt her tongue inside his mouth churning the vile
white stuff around in every direction and then pushing it toward his
throat. Finally, it was all swallowed, and she silently lifted her face up
and smiled at the camera Rick had been holding a few inches from their
faces.

   "I hope my lord and master is pleased with the meal from his humble
servant," she said.

   She reached for a puffy pillow and put it under Adam's head, raising it
to a 45-degree angle, and then, on her hands and knees, she slowly turned
around so she was facing his feet, as she said, "The Song of Solomon, 4:16,
'May my beloved come into his garden and eat its choice fruits!'"

   He looked up and saw her massive black bush above his head.  It was one
of the things that never failed to excite him when she took off her
clothes, and he loved to dive into it and search for her clitoris.  Her
strange words didn't make him enthusiastic to do this today, but as she
slowly lowered it onto his mouth and adjusted herself, he dutifully began
probing with his tongue, until he found her lips, already wide open and
drenched with signs of her arousal.  As he began pleasing her in the way he
knew she liked, he felt her place something lightly at the tip of his
penis. He felt a slight tickle there, and soon he felt himself getting hard
again.  The thing was getting him aroused.

   Eve began shifting from side to side and front to back on his mouth. 
Now the thing at his tip was gone, and Eve was using her hands, pumping him
up and down bringing him closer to the edge.  And then her hands slowly
pulled off of him as his body pushed up in frustration.  She also leaned
forward until his tongue fell from her and traveled through her bush into
the open air.

   "I hope my lord and master is pleased with the juicy fruits of my
garden," she said.  "Now I offer him my vegetable patch.  If he will pull
open the gates wide with his hands, he can get access to the root
vegetables buried in the mud.  He can probe into every part of the garden,
and as he does, the gate to my vegetable patch will open wide and allow him
to go deep down to seek the roots."

   At first, Adam didn't understand what she was talking about, but then
she shifted forward over him and spread her legs wider as she leaned back
again.  Now her bush was no longer at his mouth, but her buttocks were.  He
looked between them for the first time and saw a lot of damp hair, not
quite as much as around her vagina, but sweatier, and in the center he saw
a small wrinkled round spot which was moving slowly toward his face.  As
her cheeks brushed his face, she stopped.

   "I am ready for my lord and master to pull open the gate of the
vegetable patch," she said, and he felt her hands return to the junction of
his legs and begin stroking him.  He knew what she wanted him to do, but he
didn't do it.  Would he feel the string now?  No, he only felt her soft
stroking fingers as she waited for him to do what he didn't want to do.

   Then he felt her cheeks pushing down on his face as she lowered her body
further.  Now she was putting all her weight on his face and beginning to
move her rear around on it, as if she was rubbing hard at a stubborn spot.
Her cheeks pushed open and swallowed his face.  There was damp, smelly
darkness and no air.  He held his breath for a while, but the darkness
didn't go away.  He was suffocating and his body began to squirm
frantically.  He felt his hands slamming into the mat at his side and his
feet kicking out, trying to escape from the smothering moist, hairy
dampness.

   Slowly she lifted herself off of him as he gasped for air.  "I am ready
for my lord and master to pull open the gates of the vegetable patch," she
said again.  She shifted until her cheeks were cheek to cheek with his
cheeks again.  He reached up and pulled them apart.  "He can open the
entrance wide," she said, and he pulled them as wide as he could.  He could
see straight into her anus.  It looked dark and scary to him.

   The widened anus began to come down further, and she shifted several
times until it was a half-inch above his mouth.  "My garden is ready for my
lord and master to explore," she said and moved her anus closer to his
mouth.  He began to lick it.  He felt her body jump as his tongue first
touched it.  Was this the first time she had ever done something so
disgusting, too?  he thought while licking and trying to keep from gagging
from the smell and taste.

   "My lord and master may explore as deeply as he likes," she said, "and
he may move as fast as he likes.  He hesitated but not long.  He didn't
want to be smothered by her anus again.  Tentatively, he pushed his tongue
in, and this time he heard a gasp from her.  She was going to town with her
hands on him, bringing him to a peak and then slowing him down again and
again.  He was starting to feel pain in his testicles.

   Thank goodness there was nothing solid inside, just more of that
horrible taste and smell.  He pushed in until he could go no further and
then with his tongue sticking out as far as he could get it, he began
moving his head back on the pillow and forward into her hole.  Back and
forth it went as he pushed his tongue in and out.  Her body began to move
slightly to meet him.  He noticed something pushing between her vagina and
his chin.  It was one of her hands.  The other one kept working on him,
driving him wild.

   He felt her fingers against his chin.  They were moving through her hair
and up and down on her clitoris, getting faster.  The agony between his
legs was making him push his tongue in and out faster, too.  Her hand
between her legs kept pace, and her body began to squirm on top of him,
sometimes causing her to come down on his tongue and squeeze his face
between her cheeks again, but then she remembered to come back up to give
him air.

   She was getting more and more out of control and he was getting more
worried about suffocating when she stopped and froze.  Then her entire body
shook and kept shaking for almost a minute.  As she shook, she pushed down
on his face again and her hand went crazy between her legs.  He felt her
anus spasming on his tongue and held his breath hoping he'd survive, even
as he felt her hand on him speed up and bring him again to the brink of
release.  Then suddenly she seemed to realize what she was doing to his
face and her rear snapped off of him.  He gasped for air and kept gasping
as her hand brought him over the edge and his second release exploded from
him.  She slumped forward on top of him and took long, deep breaths.  He
could feel her body heaving up and down on his while she recovered.

   "Cut," she said and got up from the bed.  "That was simply awesome,
Adam. I know I could never do what you just did.  I would throw up.  I
don't know how you managed it.  But I can tell you this, if I could ever
make myself do it, it would be for only one reason, so that you would do it
to me again."

   "What is all this lord and master, stuff?" he asked her.

   "Nothing," she said.  "I told you not to think about it.  It's just a
plot to help hold the video together.  The idea came from my submission to
you as a Christian wife.  It made me think back to the times when women
were really just the property of their husbands, and the rulers could take
them whenever they wanted to.  So Rick and I are a couple of your subjects,
and you are our lord and master, who is commanding us to help you make this
video to teach your subjects about proper and improper sex that's mentioned
in the Bible."

   "But you are really commanding me," he said.

   "That's what makes it fun," she said with a nervous laugh.  "We're
pretending that the audience doesn't know our little twist.  Of course, the
audience will only be you and me." She laughed harder.  She was now
recovered.

   "OK, Rick," she said, "Hand over that camera.  It's time for you and
Adam to get to work."

   When Rick took off his clothes, Eve saw the fear in Adam's eyes.  She
wondered again whether Rick had told her the truth when he assured her Adam
would be in no danger, that he would experience tremendous physical and
psychological pain, but with enough lubricant and enough care, his body
would bend but not break.  She looked at Rick's equipment hanging loosely
from his body.  How could any woman take that in the normal place without
tearing?  There was no way it could go into a woman's, or a man's, other
hole.  And yet it did.  She had seen it for herself online.

   "Romans 13:13," she said, 'Let us behave decently, as in the daytime,
not in orgies and drunkenness, not in sexual immorality and debauchery.'"

   "My lord and master's subject will submit himself by lying on his back
and allowing my lord and master to lift his legs up and push them back
behind his head.  Then the subject will bring one arm over each pulled-back
leg, locking them in place, and putting the hands under his thighs.  In
this Viennese Oyster position of subjugation, the subject's buried treasure
is raised high in the air and spread wide for the exploration of my lord
and master.  My lord and master can examine the trail leading to the
treasure, which is covered with thick dark, moist, fragrant growth.  Then
my lord and master can explore the trail and push through the growth and
feel for every crevice and outcropping.

   "Soon my lord and master will be able to find the treasure cave at the
end of the trail.  There he can explore the cave entrance before plunging
into the darkness and going deep inside to explore every fissure and
crevice.  He will need to pull back to the entrance for fresh air often,
but he can move in and out of the cave faster as he goes on.

   "The cave exploration will arouse a sleeping snake nearby, a snake as
tall and thick and hard as a mighty oak tree.  But my lord and master knows
how to beguile this reptile until it releases every drop of its white venom
and turns into a limp worm that falls into the dust."

   Adam understood what Eve was saying, and his nausea was starting to get
out of control.  He didn't see how he could stick his tongue into Rick's
anus without heaving his breakfast.  When Rick lay down in the middle of
the bed, he quickly moved as far from him as he could and then sat in stony
silence trying to decide what to do.

   He felt a tug between his legs.  It was gentle.  He looked up to see Eve
smiling at him and holding up the string to show him she was reminding him.
She gave it another gentle tug while continuing to smile.  He looked away.
For a minute, there was no sound but three people breathing in the room. 
Then he felt the string again.  This time it was not a quick jerk, but a
slow, gentle pulling.  It actually didn't feel as bad as the tugs.  He
looked down and saw his testicles come out from between his legs so slowly
that he felt his life was in slow motion.  He was looking at them as if
they were not his.  It was a curious feeling to see them slowly being
pulled further and further away from the juncture of his legs.  They looked
funny.

   The pain started as a kind of warm feeling that got warmer and warmer
until it was burning.  His testicles were now connected to his body with a
rubber band of skin that was slowly being stretched.  He began to breathe
deeply and noticed that some of his breaths sounded like sobs.  But it
still wasn't him.  He couldn't bring himself to move or say anything.  All
he could do was watch the balls moving from his body toward Eve's.  What
was she going to do with those big hairy balls?  Would she put them in a
jar as a souvenir?  Would she fry them up and serve them for dinner?

   Now the pain was spreading through his body and mind.  He was no longer
the observer.  He was totally involved in the excruciating feeling.  His
breathing became faster, louder, out of control.  He was sobbing
uncontrollably.  He was about to be emasculated.

   Then it all stopped.  He looked up and saw Eve's smiling face.  She
lifted up the string in her hand to show that it was slack.  She took the
index finger of her right hand and lifted it into the air to direct his
gaze toward it.  Then she began tapping it on her left wrist, right below
the back of her left hand.  She watched the finger tap five times, and then
it stopped and she lifted her face and looked at him.  She looked back at
her finger and tapped five times again and looked up at him again.

   What was she doing?  She was trying to tell him something?  Why didn't
she just come out and say it.  There was nothing on her wrist where she was
tapping.  She wasn't wearing any jewelry like a bracelet or a watch.  A
watch.  That was it.  She was tapping an imaginary watch, telling him he
needed to hurry.

   Just as he figured this out, he felt the slight steady pull on the
string again.  This time, though, he wasn't looking at something from a
distance, something funny.  Although there was no physical pain yet, he was
engaged with that string and his testes immediately, and the pain he was
feeling was the pain that was coming a few minutes from now.  He couldn't
take that pain again, but he couldn't use his mouth on Rick's ass and tool
either.  What was he going to do?

   He watched a few more seconds as his testes slowly pulled away from him
and then he raised his arm.  The pulling stopped immediately.  He turned
and crawled up on the bed between Rick's legs.  He lifted them up in the
air as Rick moved his arms inside them until they were stretched down his
chest and across his stomach.  He pushed them back until Rick's feet were
behind his head.  Rick's arms came out wide and he wrapped them around his
legs behind the knees, pulling them further back, and then dropped his
hands down and put them under his hips, locking his legs back.

   Rick's butt was pulled up in the air and Adam could see all the damp
hair inside his crack, much more than Eve had.  Even though the position
pulled Rick's cheeks wide apart, there was so much hair, that even in the
bright light, Adam wasn't sure he actually saw the anus, although he
figured out where it probably was.

   "My lord and master can explore the trail leading to the treasure, which
is covered with thick dark, moist, fragrant growth," Eve said again.  Adam
bent down and began licking up and down Rick's crack, tasting the sweat and
other sickening flavors inside the thick hair.  He thought he heard a
chortle of glee from Eve, but when he looked up all he saw was her camera
inches from his mouth.  This was going to be a really appetizing closeup,
he thought, and tried to close his nose as he went back to licking.

   He worked his way into the hair and found the anus, which was much more
slimy and disgusting than Eve's, or was that just his imagination?  He
began tonguing it, and he felt it responding.  It seemed to be opening and
closing involuntarily as he touched certain nerves.  He steeled himself and
began pushing at it with his tongue.  It didn't open right away, but then
he felt Rick push and the hole was open to his tongue.

   When this happened, Adam couldn't keep his head from whipping back as
his mouth gasped.  Did he hear Eve gasp, too?  Was it because she realized
how sick this was or because she was getting excited by his degradation. 
He tried to see her, but the lights were bright and the camera was in the
way.

   He put his head down to Rick's pushed-out anus and moved his tongue at
it.  It entered and moved into Rick.  Rick was twitching and the muscles
around his hole were spasming, holding Adam's tongue in a tight grip, and
then releasing it.  Whenever Rick's colon grabbed and released his tongue,
Adam felt as though it was rubbing whatever was inside of Rick onto his
tongue.  It was probably his imagination, but it made him want to gag.  The
spasming increased as he began stabbing into Rick and pulling out, and Adam
didn't know how much longer he could do this before throwing up.  He began
making heaving sounds.

   Eve must have sensed what was happening, because her words came in a
rush.  "The cave exploration will arouse a sleeping snake nearby, a snake
as tall and thick and hard as a mighty oak tree.  But my lord and master
knows how to conquer this most dangerous of creatures by charming and
deceiving it."

   Adam raised his head from between Rick's cheeks and looked in front of
him.  Evidently Rick liked a tongue in his anus, because his huge member
looked as tall and as thick as a telephone pole.  Without thinking, Adam
raised his body and head up until he could suck the end of it into his
mouth.  All he knew was that anything was better than what he had been
doing a few seconds ago.

   Rick released his legs from his arms and put them down on the bed again.
He was highly aroused and immediately began responding to Adams bobbing
head with thrusts that sometimes hit the back of Adam's throat, causing him
to gag and stop.  Rick saw this and tried to control himself, but Adam had
decided that as long as he had to do this, he would attempt to end it as
quickly as he could.

   He tried to copy some of the things that Eve had done when she was
sucking him to increase Rick's urgency, and he saw that it was working. 
Within a minute, Rick's body was like a piston moving rapidly against
Adam's mouth, and then it stopped for an instant as Rick groaned loudly. 
As he groaned, the flood began.  It shot down Adam's throat, up his
nostrils and out onto his face.  It filled his mouth so full that had to
gulp it down fast to keep from choking.

   As Rick stopped spurting, he started to lift his head off of him, but he
felt one of Eve's hands softly pushing the back of his head, as she
recited, "My lord and master knows how to beguile this reptile until it
releases every drop of its white venom and turns into a limp worm that
falls into the dust."

   Adam let her hand guide his head back to Rick's deflated member and
began sucking again.  He was amazed at how much more came out.  Finally,
there was nothing more, and Adam got up and ran to the bathroom where he
grabbed the toilet bowl and delivered his breakfast.

   When he came back to the bedroom, Eve brought him a glass of water. 
"Drink this," she said.  "You might get dehydrated."

   "Why do you care?" he said angrily.

   "I do care," said Eve, "but I'm not playing that role until about an
hour from now.  Until them, I'm a filmmaker, and I need to drive my actors
to get the best from them.  I'm not going to say anything to make you less
angry with me, because I want your anger for the video." But she did let
him rest for half an hour before calling him to the bed again and reaching
for the string between his legs.

   "This is coming off now.  You are free to do whatever you want while we
film the last three scenes.  In fact, I would love for there to be some
great conflict and emotion in the remaining scenes.  Therefore, you are
allowed to resist in any way you want.  There are no holds barred for you,
because you're smaller than Rick.  Rick can use his strength, but is not
allowed to resort to violence, except sexual violence.

   "Once I say 'Action,' each remaining scene will last only a half-hour or
less.  In the first two scenes, it will end if Rick comes.  In the last
one, if you come.

   "Now it gets more complicated.  If you can keep Rick from raping you --
although it really isn't rape since you agreed to it -- the longer you can
keep Rick out of you, the less pain and humiliation.  Maybe you can escape
him for the entire half hour.  In that case, we skip the scene.  But let's
say, you avoid him for 20 minutes before he finally gets you, that's 20
minutes without pain.

   "Since Rick doesn't like what you did to me, he's motivated to punish
you as much as he can, so he'll be trying to hold out and not come.  Also,
I told him that if he helped me humiliate you today, and you decide to
leave me, I will help him become a Christian and even think about going out
with him.

   "Rick, to be honest, there's no way I would ever leave Adam, and I still
hope with all my heart that Adam will not leave me.  So you're probably
never going to touch me, and working on editing this video with me is
probably as close as we'll ever get.  I don't know if that's much
motivation for you.

   "OK, guys, my camera is ready.  First let's get both of you aroused with
the breast pump."

   Adam watched as she placed a little suction cup against the tip of
Rick's penis.  It was attached to a receptacle and a tube leading to the
small machine.  She turned on the machine, and he saw Rick's penis being
gently sucked into the cup and then released.  In a minute, it was stirring
and in three minutes it was sticking straight out again.  Then she came to
Adam and did the same.  That must have been what tickled me and got me hard
when I was eating her out, thought Adam.

   "Now, I want you standing and facing each other on opposite sides of the
bed to start with," she said.  "That's it.  Point those weapons at each
other.  After I finish my voiceover, I'm not going to say action, so you
can just start the second my voice pauses.  Here we go.

   "Leviticus 18:22, 'Do not lie with a man as one lies with a woman; that
is detestable.' She paused, and Adam looked across the bed at Rick.  Rick's
hand shot out, reaching for him.  Adam ducked back in time to send Rick
sprawling across the bed grasping thin air.

   Adam moved quickly to get put as much distance between himself and Rick
as possible.  He stayed by the bed, because he knew if he ran to another
part of the room, he might get trapped.

   Rick began walking around the bed toward Adam, and Adam moved away from
him.  Because Rick had a much larger stride, Adam had to jog when Rick
walked and had to run when Rick began to jog.  When Rick began to run, the
distance between them got smaller, and Rick tried to pull him back by the
shoulder or grab his arm.  Neither worked as Adam twisted free each time.
"25 minutes left," said Eve.  "You guys are doing great.  Wait until you
see the expressions on your faces."

   Adam continued to run, dodge and weave, and Rick continued to reach for
him in vain.  For a while, Rick jogged at the same pace without trying
anything.  Either he was waiting for him to tire, thought Adam, and didn't
realize that Adam was in good shape, or he was thinking up some new
strategy.

   The second guess was right.  Rick sped up a little, forcing Adam to run
faster.  Just as Adam rounded a corner of the bed Rick was coming to the
previous corner, but he stopped suddenly and flipped himself in the air and
across the bed in an instant.  Adam tried to stop himself, but he ran right
into Rick's open arms, which wrapped around Adam and gave him a tight hug,
pushing their hard penises into each other's bodies where they were forced
up between them.  Continuing to hold him tightly, Rick leaned back slowly
and then fell on the bed on his back, with Adam facing him.  As Ricks arms
held him tight, Adam felt Rick's hands move down his back to his cheeks and
start to massage them.  He was using his big hands to grab hunks of his
soft flesh there and squeeze them and then release them.  Then the hands
reached into his crack and started pulling his cheeks apart and letting
them snap back together.  Each time, Rick pulled them wider apart and Adam
felt his anus beginning to open up as the cheeks were stretched.

   "Cut!" screamed Eve.  "Hold it right there."

   "Omigod," she said.  "I am so sorry to interrupt you because you guys
were doing great.  But I suddenly realized that I forgot all about the
lubricant."

   Adam was able to move his head, which was pushed into Rick's chest, to
the side to look at her.  She was quickly wheeling the hospital rolling
stand with the large pouch hanging from it toward them.

   "Rick, please reach down past Adam's ass to his thighs.  Now pull his
thighs toward you so his knees come up and his ass is pushed higher in to
the air.  I want his ass as high as possible, so when I put this tube in
him, it's going almost straight down."

   As Rick bent him and forced his ass up, Adam felt Eve's fingers, coated
with greasy stuff, entering him, then leaving, then pushing more greasy
stuff inside him.  Then the fingers withdrew and he felt the long tube
again being pushed deep inside him.  Then he heard the sound of running
fluid and felt his body begin to fill up.  He felt his stomach growing and
pushing tighter against Rick.

   Then he felt something wet on his rear, and the liquid rushing into him
stopped.  "He's filled to the rim," said Eve.  "A little of it came out, so
let me wipe him clean and get you guys hard again, and then you can start
when I say 'Action.'"

   Adam felt a damp cloth wiping around his anus, and then it was gone.  He
felt Eve's hands push between their bodies and find his soft member.  She
pulled it to the side so some of it was sticking out and put the sucking
bulb to the tip.  In a minute, he was hard and felt double urgencies.  He
needed to expel his semen from the front and the liquid inside him from the
back.  He squirmed with discomfort as she fished for Rick's member and gave
his tool the same treatment until Adam could feel it expanding between
their bodies.  Then her hands were gone.

   He looked at Eve and saw that she had her camera back in her hand and
was making adjustments.  She saw him looking and gave him a smile as she
loudly said, "Action!"

   Rick must have been planning his next move while Adam was filling up
with lubricant, because his action was immediate.  Holding Adam tightly, he
quickly rolled over so he was on top of Adam.  Adam pushed his legs tightly
together, but Rick placed one of his knees in the space where his thighs
were pressed together and leaned forward to slowly put all of his weight on
the knee.  It forced itself between the thighs, and then Rick did the same
with his other knee.

   Now both of Rick's knees were locked tightly between Adam's pressing
thighs.  Rick stopped for a second and then Adam felt a large hand
beginning to stroke his member, which, thanks to the breast pump, was
standing straight up.  He let out a yell as he felt it stimulate him and
disgust him at the same time, and as he shouted he felt Rick's knees push
apart, pushing his legs wider.  They kept pushing, and he felt his legs
moving slowly farther and farther apart.  Suddenly Rick dropped down onto
Adam's stomach and stretched out his legs.  As he fell on Adam, Adam heard
what sounded like a loud fart.  It was lubricant being squeezed out of him
as if he were a plastic squeeze bottle.  He felt the liquid running out of
his rear and onto the bedsheets.

   Adam was trying to catch his breath after Rick's belly flop, but before
he could, Rick had pulled his arms out from under Adam, pushed himself up
to his knees and grabbed Adam's legs.  He pulled the legs up as Adams slid
on the oil, and then he put a leg over each shoulder.

   Then Rick began leaning forward, lifting Adam's rear in the air.  It was
similar to the position Adam had put Rick into when he was eating him out,
and Adam felt his rear hole opening and more lubricant coming out. 
"Fifteen minutes left," said Eve.

   Adam began moving his ass around, and the grease under him helped him
slide quickly from side to side.  Rick kept leaning forward, raising Adam's
ass higher and opening his hole wider.  Then Adam felt the first probe.

   Rick's head was almost down to Adam's.  He could not see behind his
back, but he was looking at the monitor on the stand directly behind Adam's
head, which was showing the close-up from Eve's camera right behind them.
He was trying to use the monitor to help him line up his pole with Adam's
anus.

   Adam saw what he was doing, and he turned his head to the side to see
the same scene on another monitor.  Maybe it could help him, too.  But what
he saw on the screen -- a gigantic piston pushing into his cheeks, trying
to get between them into an impossibly small opening -- frightened him more
than helping him, so he turned his head away and tried to concentrate on
quickly sliding in every direction so that the piston kept pushing into his
butt cheeks and sliding off of him.

   He noticed Rick seemed calm.  He continued to look at the monitor and
probe.  Once he got between the cheeks, but it was too high.  He tried to
slide down, but Adam slid away too quickly.  Rick didn't react.  He just
continued probing.  Then Adam noticed that the probing rhythm was changing.
It was going faster and slower without any pattern.

   Then he realized what the pattern was.  Rick was trying to match his
movements.  If Adam slowed down, Rick slowed down and if Adam squirmed
faster, Rick pushed faster.  Adam got scared.  With this synchronizaton,
the chances were that sooner or later, Adam's movements would put his anus
right in front of the battering ram at the exact wrong moment.

   He kept on moving faster, trying to think of a different strategy.  Rick
moved faster with him, and then finally it happened.  As Adam was moving to
one side and Rick was moving in, they aligned, and Adam felt a huge round
object pushing at his hole, forcing lubricant out around it.  Adam tried to
get away, but Rick pushed forward to keep the connection and followed
Adam's body with his.

   Adam squirmed and glided and panted as he tried to dislodge Rick, but
nothing worked.  He was exhausted and paused for a moment.  That's what
Rick had been waiting for.  There was now a hard push at his rear and a
loud farting noise as he felt incredible pain inside and outside the hole.
"Ten minutes left," shouted Eve with glee.

   Rick pushed in deeper, and more juice squirted out.  Adam felt his
insides being rippped apart by the huge member.  Then he felt something
large bouncing against his cheeks.  It was Rick's balls.  He was all the
way in.

   Almost as soon as he was in, Rick began pulling out.  At first it was
just a little and slowly, then another slow push to the bottom.  But the
pulling out gradually increased further, and the tempo increased, too.  As
the speed kept increasing, Adam's tongue was hanging from his mouth and he
was panting like a dog.  His face was twisted, and with each bump, he gave
a loud groan.  His entire body felt like it was one mass of pain, crowding
out everything in his mind.  He felt himself beginning to lose
consciousness.

   "Thirty minutes, cut," said Eve, and Rick drove deeply into Adam then
wrenched his tool violently out of Adam's ass.  Adam collapsed onto the
greasy bed.

   Eve went to the bathroom and returned with a cold, wet washcloth which
she used on his face.  She smiled at him and said, "Only two to go." Not
one word of sympathy, thought Adam.  Eve the director was certainly
different from Eve the Christian wife.

   After 15 minutes, she looked at her watch again.  "We're right on
schedule," she said, "but I don't want to get behind.  I know you'd like to
rest a little more Adam, but let's finish this thing.  I've got a lot more
lubricant, but from the way your belly looks, there's still plenty inside
of you.  So let's get you and Rick excited again.  She brought the breast
pump over to him, and he couldn't believe that even though he felt like his
insides were on fire, his tool sprang to attention almost immediately. 
Soon he and Rick were aiming their tools straight out at each other from
opposite sides of the bed again.

   "Leviticus 20:13," said Eve.  "If a man also lieth with mankind, as he
lieth with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination; they shall
surely be put to death; their blood shall be upon them."

   This time the chase didn't last long.  Adam tried to duck and twist
away, but when he tried to run, the friction inside his cheeks caused
excruciating pain.  Soon Rick had hold of him and had lifted him onto the
bed.

   This time Rick didn't trying to get in between his legs.  Instead, Rick
lay down to the left of him and then rolled onto his side and reached for
him.  Adam realized that maybe Rick wasn't allowed to do the same position
in this scene.  It looked like he wanted to take him from behind in the
spoon position.  If he stayed flat on his back, Rick couldn't do anything.
Maybe he had a chance to get through the half-hour.  With his hands, he
pushed off of Rick and slid across the bed.

   Rick got behind him again and began sliding closer.  When Adam felt
Rick's hands pushing on his shoulder, he pushed off again, and this time he
slid all the way off the bed and landed on the carpet.  He heard a laugh
from behind the camera as Eve said, "Twenty-five minutes left." Adam looked
at Rick.  Rick's face was a mask.  Uh-oh, thought Adam, he's strategizing
again.

   The chase around the bed resumed.  This time when Rick grabbed Adam, he
tried to throw him on the bed on his face, but Adam anticipated that and
made sure to land on his back again.  Rick didn't try to lie down beside
him this time.  Instead, he got on his knees on Adam's right side, facing
Adam sideways at his midsection.  Adam looked up and saw Rick lean over his
belly and slide his hands and arms across the lubricant that now coated
him. It looked as though he was massaging his belly, but he was barely
pressing and his hands were lightly stroking him in circles.

   The circles grew larger and Rick was covering more and more of the chest
and belly area.  His arms were extended across Adam's chest and stomach,
and he was massaging all the way to Adams left side.  Suddenly his big
hands grabbed Adam's left arm and began pulling.  Adam tried to resist, but
Rick was stonger.  Rick had hold of Adam's left arm near the shoulder and
was pulling it across Adam's body.

   When the arm wouldn't go any further, Adam started to feel like some
bones were about to break and he shifted slightly to lessen the pressure.
That's what Rick was evidently waiting for, because he pulled hard and the
shift turned into a slide and then Adam was quickly flipped over onto his
stomach.

   Rick moved between his legs.  Adam tried to try to turn on his side and
get back on his back, but then he felt Rick's body come down on top of him,
pushing him flat, and the legs he had brought together to attempt his roll
were pushed wide apart.  Now Rick rose off him and he felt Rick's hands on
his butt cheeks, prying them apart.  Without taking his hands away, Rick
used his pelvis to aim his pole between the cheeks, and once again Adam
felt the pushing at his anus.  In a flash, Rick slid inside him.  Then he
fell onto him, pushing more than half of his length inside with a single
motion.  The air went out of Adam as this happened and he went limp. 
Quickly, Rick put his arms around Adam's stomach again and pulled back. 
This brought Adam up to his hands and knees and at the same time pulled his
anus back against Rick's pole until the pole disappeared inside.  "Eighteen
minutes left," said Eve.

   Rick thrust in and out of Adam quickly.  He had much less resistance
than the first time.  After a few minutes, he stopped and pulled quickly
out.  Before Adam could think what he should do.  Rick stood up, moved his
legs apart and moved forward over Adam.  Then he quickly squatted down and
pushed back into Adam's anus, which was still wide open.  Now he was doing
quick squats on top of Adam, and with each squat he was pushing straight
down into Adam.  He increased the pace and started bumping his thighs into
Adams cheeks as he slammed into him, pushing Adam down into the bed.  The
bedsprings pushed Adam back up and Rick pushed him back down.  Soon he had
Adam bouncing like he was on a trampoline and squealing like like a pig.

   After a few minutes of this, Rick got back on his knees behind Adam.  He
reached his arms around Adam's belly again and pulled him backward to fall
on top of him.  Rick lifted himself to a sitting position.  Adam was
sitting on his lap, impaled on his pole.  Rick slid both of them to the
edge of the bed so their feet went over it.  Now Rick was sitting facing
Eve's camera with his feet on the floor spread wide, pushing Adam's feet
wide apart.  Adam was on his lap, also facing the camera, with Rick's pole
hidden inside him up to the balls.

   Now Rick leaned forward and each large hand reached under one of Adam's
legs and grabbed a thigh, just a little above the back of knees.  Pulling
back on the thighs forced Adam's ass up and lifted him off the pole.  Rick
kept pulling back, lifting Adam's ass higher, and then he let go.  Adam
screamed as slid down hard on Rick's pole.  There wasn't much resistance
left, but he still felt the friction burning inside.

   Rick did this another minute, gradually increasing the speed and then
with a sudden lunge, he stood up on his feet.

   Adam couldn't believe it.  Even as he stood, Rick didn't stop lifting
and dropping him.  Adam looked at a monitor and saw himself almost doubled
over because his legs were pulled back so far.  Rich was standing straight
up and with his arm strength was rapidly lifting him up to the top of his
pole and then dropping him.  Because of the lube inside him, Adam was
sliding down hard on the pole until he slammed to the bottom.  And then he
was snatched right back up again.  Both ways were pure agony.

   Even in all the pain, his stomach became queasy again from being pushed
up and down the pole like a limp doll.  It was the degradation of the scene
that made him feel nauseated.

   Finally, Eve said "Cut," and once again Rick pulled him violently back
so that his huge penis was ripped from Adam's body.  Eve came over with the
cold washcloth and wiped the sweat off his face again, and then all of them
sat there, and the only sound was their breathing.

   After 15 minutes, Eve said, "This is the grand finale, Adam.  You'll be
more in control this time because if you can't keep Rick out of your ass,
your goal will be to come as fast as possible.  Once you do that, we'll be
all finished.  Rick will try to distract you and keep you from coming, but
I think you can do it, because I'm going to help you.  Do you want any more
lube inside?  No?  I think there's still plenty left although Rick has
certainly pushed a lot out.  The floor and bed are a mess.  All right,
let's get those babies sticking out with the breast pump.  Then it's places
everyone."

   When she said, "Action!, Adam wondered what Rick would try this time. 
"Genesis 38:9," Eve said.  "tells of Onan, who spilled his semen on the
ground.  `What he did was wicked in the Lord's sight; so he put him to
death.'"

   It didn't start well for Adam.  His first time around the bed, he
slipped on some lubricant.  Down he went onto the carpet, and Rick was over
him in a second, pulling his arm to help him up and then pushing him onto
the bed face first.

   First he lay on top of Adam and spread his feet apart.  Then he lifted
Adam up and pulled his cheeks apart quickly and aimed his spear.  It was
buried to the hilt in a second as Adam's stretched hole offered little
resistance.  "Twenty-seven minutes left," said Eve.

   Adam groaned with the pain and the humiliation, but he was trapped.

   He didn't offer much resistance when Rick reached around him and pulled
him in tight and then rolled the two of them over so they were both on
their backs with Adam on top.  Again, Rick sat up and pulled Adam back to a
sitting position, but this time instead of sliding the two of them to the
edge of the bed, he slid back toward the headboard, where there were piles
of pillows.  He raised himself onto a large pillow and leaned back against
the others behind him so he was inclined at almost a 45-degree angle with
Adam sitting straight up on his lap facing away from him.

   Now he leaned forward and again grasped Adam behind his knees and pulled
back.  It was the same position as when he was standing, but now he didn't
have to lift Adam up.  All he did was roll him back and forth.  He did this
slowly a few times and then started moving Adam faster.

   "Twenty-five minutes left," said Eve.  "Cut."

   The tired men just lay there as she walked over.  "OK, Adam.  You didn't
do well on staying away from Rick, but now I'm going to help you.  You're
drooping a little, but I'm going to use the breast pump on you to get you
close to the edge, and then all you have to do is come, and it's over. 
Rick, you're going to try to keep Adam so distracted that he can't
concentrate on coming."

   She put the bulb to Adam's tip, and got his penis hard, but she let it
continue to run until Adam started shaking and moving his body toward it.
Then she stopped and waited until he shrank to limpness again.  By the
third time, Adam felt that nothing could prevent him from having an orgasm.
He thought one touch might do it.

   Eve pushed the pump away and picked up the camera.  "Action," she said,
and Adam felt Rick start moving inside him.  Rick quickly rolled Adam back
and forth a few times and then pulled his legs hard and fast and high,
ripping his tool out of Adam's ass.  Adam screamed with the pain and looked
around.  A monitor was showing a huge black hole between his cheeks.  He
looked at Eve, who had put down her camera.  One of the mounted cameras was
catching his agony.

   He saw her make a fist and pump it up and down while nodding at him with
her head.  What was she saying?  She mouthed some words.  It looked like
two words that she kept repeating.  He was confused.  Rick had rolled him
back onto the pole and was moving in and out faster and faster until he
ripped it out once more, causing another scream of pain.

   Adam looked up frantically and saw Eve shaking her head.  When she saw
him looking at her again, she started with the fist pump and the nodding
again and the mouthing.  He stared at her.  Was she saying "Do it?" As Rick
rolled him onto the tool again, he mouthed the words back and she nodded
faster.  "Do what?" he mouthed.  She raised her fist higher and made faster
pumping motions with it.  Then he understood.

   Rick ripped out of him again, and Adam began sobbing.  He motioned to
Eve to come to him and made the fist pumping sign.  "You do it," he
mouthed. She shook her head.  Then she said, "Twenty minutes left, cut."

   She walked over to the men.  "What's wrong, Adam?" she said.  "I know
you understand me."

   "I can't do it," he said sobbing.  "It's too depraved and disgusting to
use my own hands to make myself come while Rick is raping me, as if I'm
enjoying the humiliation.  Please use your hands for me, Eve, please."

   "Adam, degradation is what this is all about," she said.  "That's why I
chose this for the climax.  I'm trying to help you.  I'm going to use the
pump again to bring you as close as I can to the edge so it won't take much
time.  Once you've come, it's all over.

   "But it's up to you.  You can just sit there on top of Rick and let him
be in total control of you and let him gape you for the next 20 minutes. 
Or you take the help I'm offering you and stop the abuse and bring this to
an end.  After I pump you up, I'm going to pick up my camera again.  No
more signals."

   She pulled over the pump and brought him to the edge again.  He needed
to come so bad that his balls were starting to ache.  She knelt down by the
side of the bed and aimed her camera at his face.  "Action!" she said.

   Rick took up where he left off.  After he recovered from the first time
Rick ripped his tool from out of him, Adam brought his hands down to his
penis sticking straight out in front of him and flopping up and down as
Rick rolled him back and forth.

   He felt the slimy lubricant that covered his penis.  It covered every
inch of his and Rick's bodies now.  He began to tentatively rub both hands
up and down his shaft in a daze.  It wasn't him that was doing this.

   He screamed as Rick pulled out violently again.  No, this was him, this
was his mind screaming in pain.  He began using his fist and pumping hard
and despite the pain, he felt himself responding.

   Rick had one last trick up his sleeve.  When he saw Adam start pumping,
he stopped rolling him on and off his pole.  He put his hands under Adam's
cheeks and lifted until Adam's ass was about eight inches above him.  His
pole was more than halfway out of him now.

   Rick began swiveling his pelvis, pushing his pole up into Adam, bumping
hard into his cheeks so it went deeper than ever.  His pelvis moved faster
and faster.  It was now going in and out much faster than when he had
rolled Adam on and off, and Adam was panting and squealing from the
increased pain.  Rick was going so fast that he was almost an invisible
blur.

   But when the speed increased, Adam realized that in making his pain
worse, Rick was playing into his hands.  Because now Rick was consistent
and there were no sudden, unexpected bursts of increased agony as Rick
ripped out of him.  So Adam could adjust.

   He couldn't stop the pain, but he could try to focus on the smooth
sliding of his fist up and down his shaft, bringing him closer and closer
to the edge.  He focused on pumping as fast as Rick was slamming into his
rear.  It was working it was coming.  He was almost here.

   He felt Rick moving beneath him.  The hands holding him in the air were
shaking and he was losing control of his thrusting.  He was speeding up and
slowing down abruptly without any pattern.  But now all Adam could think
about was his insides burning and his testicles burning as suddenly his
semen burst out in front of him in a huge arc in the air while he moaned
and sobbed and panted.

   A second later, he heard Rick's voice howl beneath him and his pole
paused and then sprayed Adam's insides.  He thrust in and out a few more
times and then released Adam down.

   Both men were gasping for breath as they sat there quietly, Adam still
on Rick's lap, impaled on his pole.  He felt it start to soften inside him,
and then he felt himself being rolled back one more time, and Rick's pole
dropped out of him, followed by a lot of lubricant mixed with white come.

   "Cut!" said Eve.  "What a fantastic finish.  Adam, my husband, I honor
you for your bravery and commitment.  I will never forget what you have
endured here today.

   "Rick, I look forward to being with you in the editing room.  Now please
help me pack up this equipment and leave as fast as you can."

   Adam moved to the guest bedroom while Eve and Rick cleaned up the
bedroom.  She spent the afternoon washing the bed linens and working on the
spots on their rug.  When she woke him at 8 p.m., she put her finger to her
lips so he wouldn't say a word and then fed him broth as he sat up in bed.
Then she held him as he walked painfully to their bedroom.  There was no
sign of his nightmare left, and he tumbled onto the fresh, cool sheets and
was asleep in seconds.

   He woke up the next day around noon when she walked into the room
wearing her Sunday best.  "I need to pick the kids up in an hour," she
said, "but I want to talk to you before I do.  I did a lot of praying for
us this morning, but even more praying for me.  Are you able to come
downstairs?"

   He nodded, and she left.  As soon as he got up, the pain in his rear
stabbed so hard that he felt like yelling to her that he had changed his
mind.  But he slowly dressed and gingerly went down the stairs, trying to
wince quietly so she wouldn't hear him."

   She had made some coffee, and they sat down at the kitchen table.  "I am
asking my husband, my protector, my leader, if he will grant my request to
remain silent until I have finished speaking," she said.  He nodded and
thought, how long is she going to keep up this pretense that she is
subjugating herself to me?  This is the same garbage as the video
yesterday. Maybe she's becoming delusional.

   When she went on, it was as if she had read his mind.

   "Thank you, my husband," she said.  "You're probably wondering why I'm
making such a point of exaggerating our relationship.  It has nothing to do
with yesterday.  That was a fictional video.  It has everything to do with
my prayers at church this morning.

   "I need to win you back.  I need to exaggerate everything that I feel
about you and about us, until we are no longer broken.  I need to humble
myself before you and before God, because what I did yesterday was pure
evil.  And above all, I need to tell you only the truth and tell you
everything.

   "The truth is that Satan still dwells within me, because I fully intend
to edit the video with Rick and watch it.  But I will never force you to
watch it, because even while I am aroused by your degradation, I know my
feelings are unworthy of a Christian and unworthy of your wife.  I hope
with your help and the help of God that someday I can deal with those
feelings in a holier way, but for now, I have to acknowledge that I'll
probably be wrestling with them for a long time.

   "The other reason why I've changed my mind about making you watch it is
that I realized that I am to blame for your fall at least as much as you
are.

   "When you first told me about Mrs.  Cottonmouth, I shivered.  It was not
from fear but from excitement.  What you told me reminded me of Kathy's
video, and all the feelings that came over me while I was watching it
welled up in me.  Why didn't I tell you, my husband?

   "When you told me about the bathing suit episode during your first
business trip, I knew exactly what was up, but I was aroused by thoughts of
what she was trying to do.  I knew my duty as your wife was to beg you to
immediately look for another job and put that devil as far away from you as
fast as you possibly could.  Why didn't I tell you, my husband?

   "Remember how I joked with you before the second trip?  I became aroused
just thinking about it.  Remember how I told you that I had to wear you out
before you left?  That wasn't for you.  It was for me.  Remember how I had
to hear every dirty detail of what she told you on that trip and how I
couldn't even control myself and almost dragged you to bed because I needed
sex so badly?

   "And before that, remember when I started my video classes.  I told
myself it was to make movies of our children, but I was lying to myself.  I
had never been interested in video in any way until I saw Kathy's video. 
All those classes were being taught by the devil to prepare me to make my
own video of your degradation.  Why did I hide this from myself?  Why
didn't I admit the truth and tell you, my husband?

   "And when you came home and confessed, yes, there was anger and disgust
in me, but also there was the devil's delight in your sin.  And soon the
devil showed me how to compound your sin into further evil by manipulating
you into yesterday's debasement.

   "How did I become such a scheming, cruel, sadistic witch, my husband? 
How could I talk you into thinking what I did to you yesterday would make
us even?  The devil has a silver tongue.

   "Today, I don't believe in such a thing as getting even.  I don't want
to think about what you did to me and what I did to you, which was many
times worse.  If I do, I'm afraid I'll go mad.  All I know is that you are
a good man, a great man, and I'm the lowest of God's creatures, so low that
I'm almost at the entrance of Satan's kingdom, where I belong and where I
should disappear from your sight so you can find a woman who's worthy of
you.

   "I am the dirt beneath your feet, my husband, and ---"

   "Stop!" he yelled as he jumped up and winced at the pain inside his
anus. "No more.  I don't want to hear you, and I don't want to talk to you.
I just want to be angry at you.  At least, let me have that, my faithful
wife."

   She looked at him, and he saw that she recognized the irony in what he
said, but she also heard something else.  "Do you mean that, my husband?"

   "Yes."

   "Will you let me kiss you and cry until my makeup is all over my face
because you are still calling me your wife?"

   "No, my loving wife.  I want to go back to bed and sleep until Judgment
Day, but I will get up and go to work for Mrs.  Cottonmouth on Monday."

   "Mrs.  Cottonmouth," she said quietly.



   Over the next four weeks, they never spoke of the video, but they spent
a lot of time in church.  One night, Adam almost had a heart attack when he
looked across the room and saw Rick sitting there.

   "He wanted to come over and shake your hand and apologize," said Eve on
the drive home.  "We're almost done editing, but whenever we take a break,
all he wants to talk about is religion and morality.  I told him it gives
me the creeps to be talking about that in the workplace of the Devil, but
he won't leave me alone.  Last week, he asked me if he could come to
church. I said if he did, he was never to talk to you unless it was
absolutely necessary."

   Adam didn't say anything.  He wondered when she was working with Rick,
and he knew she would tell him if he asked, but he was glad he didn't know.

   He saw Rick at church events more frequently and noticed a lot of the
young single women buzzing around him.  If only they knew, he thought.

   One night, Eve told Adam that Rick had gotten engaged to one of the
smartest, prettiest and most devout girls in the congregation.

   "Does she know what he does for a living?" Adam asked.

   "Oh he gave that up more than six months ago," Eve said.  "He's got a
great online editing job now, all legit, no porn, and he's doing well, but
your question is exactly why I'm warning you."

   "What do you mean?" said Adam.

   "I made Rick swear to never tell anyone about our video, but his oath is
null before God once he takes a wife," Eve said.  "If they get married, he
will be confessing to her everything he's ever done.  And if I know Rick,
the confessions will be detailed and vivid."

   Adam feared being invited to Rick's wedding, but if they got an
invitation, Eve never mentioned it to him.  She scheduled a family outing
the day of the wedding.

   A few months later, they were at a Wednesday night class, and he felt
funny.  He looked to his right and saw a beautiful young woman staring at
him and Eve.  Then he saw Rick sitting on the other side of her.

   The following week, Eve mentioned that Rick's wife had approached her
and wanted to have lunch.  "I told her yes, my husband, as long as I had
your permission," Eve said.  "Since she knows all the details anyway, I
don't see what harm it could do."

   Later, Eve reported on the lunch.  "She made me go over every detail of
the video," Eve said, "and of course, she wants to see it.  I told her that
would never happen, and I advised her strongly never to ask Rick to do
anything like that again and to watch over him carefully to prevent him
from returning to his former life.

   "She promised to never discuss the video with anyone else but her
husband, and then she confessed that sometimes she made him talk about the
video in bed at night.  At first, he was reluctant, but when he saw the
effect on her, how hot it made her and what a great time they had
afterward, he cooperated, and maybe that's why they were expecting their
first child in six months.  I told her, I sometimes used the video in the
same way.  We really hit it off, and we're going to see each other again,
with your permission, my husband."

   Eve and Rick's wife became best friends, and Eve often told Adam when
she came home from getting together with her that she had again asked why
the four of them couldn't get together.

   "I told her that will happen when a certain hotspot freezes over," Eve
said.  "Most likely, everything would be fine, but I've got a nagging fear
that she might try to persuade you to let her see the video, and she might
say or do something that she would regret."

   The video still played a role in the lives of Adam and Eve.  For one
thing, he knew that she watched it on a regular basis.  She never told him
when, but he suspected it on certain days when he came home and she rushed
through dinner and putting the children to bed and then attacked him.  He
didn't like to think about what brought about her mood, but the benefits
were awesome, so how could he complain?

   The other thing that kept it alive was a phrase that she often used in
bed.  She started calling him "my lord and master." He didn't like it, but
the more she spoke it, the more aroused she became and the more passionate
and abandoned their lovemaking became.  So again, he decided it was worth
the benefit.

   She had become more imaginative in bed, too, trying every variation she
could think of.  She told him that she didn't learn them from online porn
sites but thought of them all by herself and maybe she could get a job in
the industry.  They laughed about this, and again he enjoyed her new
imaginative approaches, except for one.  He didn't mind when she put one
finger or two fingers into him, but when she tried the third finger, he
pulled away.

   "Does it hurt you, my lord and master," she said and laughed a sexy
laugh.

   "No, but it reminds me of something I want to forget," he said.

   "Maybe my lord and master would someday like to let my fingers and even
my whole fist pleasure him inside while my mouth pleasures him outside. 
Maybe that would erase all the bad memories.  Or maybe my lord and master
would like to first try his fingers and hand inside his humble wife to see
whether it brings her pleasure or pain?  Or maybe his humble wife and her
ruler could do it for each other at the same time?"

   "No, no and no," he said, and she laughed merrily.  She enjoyed this
kind of banter in bed.  And as he expected, she didn't give up.  One time,
before he could stop her she got a fourth finger in.  That night she didn't
stop having orgasms for two hours.

   One day, when he mentioned Mrs.  Cottonmouth, she responded in a strange
way.  "Yes, Mrs.  Cottonmouth," she said.  "I was praying for Mr. 
Cottonmouth last Sunday.  I don't know why, but suddenly I had to.  Was it
the lord or the devil telling me to pray for him?  I wonder what kind of
person he is."

   A few months later, at a company party, Adam watched as she lured Mr. 
Cottonmouth into a corner and talked to him most of the evening.  Mrs. 
Cottonmouth also noticed and looked at Adam with a quizzical expression.

   On the way home, she said that Mr.  Cottonmouth was an interesting
person, that he was very successful as an executive but seemed unhappy in
his home life.

   "Duh!" was Adam's response.

   "When I told him a little about our life -- nothing about his wife -- he
seemed very interested in our beliefs.  I didn't push anything, but he
wants to get together for lunch, with your permission, my husband." Adam
didn't respond.  He didn't like her having lunch with Mr.  Cottonmouth, but
he wasn't going to forbid it either.

   A week later, when he came home from work, she was boiling over and
could barely contain herself through dinner and putting the children to
bed. When they were finally alone, she told him about her lunch with Mr. 
Cottonmouth.

   "It's even worse at his home than his wife told you," she said.  "I feel
so sorry for him.  He wants to find the way, but he doesn't know how.  I
spent almost an hour answering his questions about our beliefs."

   The next Sunday as they were leaving church, Mr.  Cottonmouth walked up
to them.  Adam was surprised for only an instant.  His wife was probably
the best missionary on the planet.

   He thanked Eve over and over again for introducing him to the church and
mentioned that he had already talked to the pastor about a donation.  After
that, they saw him often in classes and at services, always by himself. 
Adam wondered what his boss thought of it, but she never brought it up.

   Once during the refreshment period after a class, Adam saw Rick and his
wife, Mr.  Cottonmouth and Eve talking together in a corner.  What could
the four of them have in common?  he thought.  While they were talking,
they were looking around like conspirators.

   Eve told him on the way home.  "I've been having lunch with Mr. 
Cottonmouth once a month, my husband, since you were so understanding.  He
is really becoming a good Christian.  I finally felt I had to tell him
about you and his wife.  He said his wife had already told him every detail
about that trip to torment him, but he hadn't brought it up because he
thought it would humiliate me.

   "He would really like to become the man of his house again, and he wants
to bring his wife to church with him.  But she just laughs at him and tries
to find new ways to humiliate him with other men.  Then I told him about
your punishment.  When he heard about the video, he was shocked that I
would ever do such a thing.

   "I told him that even though the devil was still in control of part of
my soul, the video had also brought about some good things, especially in
our personal relationship.  Of course, he wanted to see the video, but I
told him that would never happen.

   "He asked me to introduce him to Rick and his wife, which I was glad to
do.  As he got to know them, he told them his story.  He and Rick's wife
persuaded Rick to make a video of Mr.  and Mrs.  Cottonmouth.  I was
surprised that Rick's wife would let him do that until she told me that Mr.
Cottonmouth had promised her a copy of the video.

   "He wants to make a video of his wife doing the same things you did, but
Rick will only be the videographer.  Mr.  Cottonmouth will be the other
actor.

   "I told him that the devil was in him, but I wasn't the one to judge
him. But I warned him that if he wanted my respect, he could only do it my
way.  He would have to explain to his wife the way I explained to you about
the extreme pain and degradation that would she would experience if she
agreed, and he would have to be prepared to leave her if she didn't.  The
decision would have to be hers.  Only if she clearly understood that she
had to do the video to save their marriage would Rick help them out.  Mr.
Cottonmouth is talking to her tomorrow."

   Adam couldn't help sneaking glances at Mrs.  Cottonmouth the next day,
but saw nothing unusual.  He asked his wife about her as soon as he walked
in the door.  "She's thinking about it," said Eve.

   That Sunday morning Eve got a call.  She walked out of the kitchen
holding the phone so the kids wouldn't overhear her and kept her voice low.
When she came back, Adam asked her who it was.  "Rick," she said and put
her finger to her lips.  Adam couldn't get her alone until mid-afternoon,
by which time he was bursting with curiosity.  "What happened?" he asked.

   "They did the video yesterday," she said.  "Rick says it was almost as
good as ours, and she'll be walking stiffly for weeks.  He said the
strangest thing happened after the filming was over.  Both Mr.  and Mrs. 
Cottonmouth burst into tears and were holding each other.  Mrs. 
Cottonmouth said that inside, she had always wanted to be subservient to
her husband, and she didn't know what came over her that made her demean
and belittle him and keep betraying him.  She was grateful that he had
finally exerted his authority and hoped he would continue to do so.  Rick
told her that it would help if she came to church."

   "Wow!" Adam said.  The next day he made sure not to look at his boss. 
He didn't want to see her painful walk, because he was afraid she would
read on his face that he knew what caused it.  The following Sunday, she
was in church sitting next to her husband, and they were sitting next to
Rick and his wife.  Adam couldn't stop staring.

   A few weeks later, Eve had another warning for him.  "Mrs.  Cottonmouth
is being baptized and officially accepting Jesus into her heart this
Thursday," she said.  "That means she and her husband will be telling each
other everything from now on.  She's going to find out about our video."

   That Sunday, Adam knew right away that Eve was right.  Throughout the
service, Mrs.  Cottonmouth looked over at him frequently.  Eve noticed,
too, and patted his hand and smiled at him, but he couldn't help being
nervous.

   During the reception after the service, Mrs.  Cottonmouth motioned him
to follow her out to the lawn.  What could he do?  She was his boss.  When
she led him far away from anyone who could hear, she turned to him, and he
saw that not all of the devil had been washed away when she was baptized.
Her expression was all leering sensuality and her face was rosy red.  She
looked highly aroused.

   "I want to watch your video," she told him.  Her voice was hissing like
a snake.

   He didn't respond.

   "It's only fair," she said.  "You and your wife are watching mine."

   He turned around and walked away.

   After they dropped off the kids, they went home for lunch and a quiet
afternoon alone.  On the way home, Adam told her about the scene with Mrs.
Cottonmouth.  Eve said nothing, and they talked about other things at
lunch.

   When she had finished clearing the plates, Eve turned to him and began
unbuttoning her blouse.  "She will never see our video," she said as she
began walking toward the stairs.  "I'll tell her husband to forbid her to
bother you about it again." Adam followed her.

   "What was all that about us watching her video?" he asked.

   "Oh that," Eve said.  "I've got it in the DVD player in the bedroom. 
Take off your clothes and we can watch it together right now." 

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