CHAPTER SEVEN: STEPHANIE

    Billy was watching the New Hampshire news. It seems more and more people were fighting back against the government. Cops were getting killed in random attacks that varied in scope and in modus operandi.
    In Manchester, when one cop got gunned down, the area was immediately flooded with cops, but two other local residents joined the battle. One used his gun. Another used his pick-up truck, running over cops that were on foot. Then he engaged a patrol car unit in a head-on crash, emerging to confiscate their guns.
    The cops thought they had won the battle when they shot and killed a man who was firing on them. They didn’t know that other people joined the battle.
    In Concord, members of the state legislature arrived to find a number of slain cops dumped on the steps of the State House, with notes stapled to their shirts. One said, “We’re gonna keep slaughtering cops until you call off the War on Drugs and release all the prisoners of war.”
    Another note read, “Vote wrong, cops die. Don’t like it? Don’t do it.”
    Michelle walked in and spoke to him. “Master, this is Stephanie. She is your servant girl.” Billy looked at her and his eyes lit up. She was gorgeous, with baby blue eyes and curly blonde hair, and she was all smiles.
    “Have a seat.” he said. “Speak to me.” Michelle left the room.
    “My name is Stephanie. I am from Texas. I am here because I did a bad thing, and was unable to get promoted to Heaven.” she said.
    “Don’t mind my asking, but what happened?” Billy asked.
    “Well, I wasn’t really a bad girl. I went to church, and sang in the parish choir. I was a cheerleader for the high school football team. I was at a party. I let my boyfriend give me a ride home when I knew he had too much to drink. I knew it was wrong, because he would never have gotten into his car and driven it toward my house if I hadn’t gotten in. And it wasn’t just our own lives he was endangering, but the lives of other people. When somebody offers to commit a crime for you, a crime that endangers the lives of innocent people, you must not accept the offer. Legally, I had done nothing wrong, but morally I did.” Stephanie told him. “As luck would have it, he crashed into a tree. I was killed instantly, and he died a few hours later.”
    “I see.” Billy said.
    Stephanie said, “Here is my promotion card. Your signature on this card gets me promoted to Heaven immediately. I am your slave until you wish to sign it.”
    Billy accepted the card and read it. Then he said, “Let me show you to the guest room. That is where you will be staying.” He showed her the modest sleeping quarters that would be her new home.
    “Now let me show you the serve room.” he said, leading her.    
    They entered the room and Stephanie looked around. There was a long pause of silence, which she broke. “So, Master, I guess I am your slave from now on. What will you have me do?” she wondered.
    “Stand in the mirror square.” he pointed.
    She walked over and stood there. “What now?”
    “Just stand there and look pretty.” he replied. He stood and feasted his eyes on her.
    Stephanie felt uncomfortable and asked, “What?”
    “You know, Stephanie, if I were to have met you on a bus in Texas, I couldn’t just spend the whole time looking at you. You would catch me and make eye contact, and try to chase me away with your facial expression. But here, I am your master, and you are my slave. I own you. So I don’t have to stop looking at you. I can just feast my eyes on you.” he observed.
    An uncomfortable silence made her nervous. Several minutes passed, and Billy spoke. “Stephanie, take off your sweater.” She unbuttoned it and slid it over her shoulders, and down her arms. “Hang it on that rack across the room.” he instructed her.
    “This is nice.” Billy said. I like spending time just looking at you and watching you walk across the room.
    Her sleeveless blouse revealed her shoulders. Her face turned red.
    “Stephanie, go get your sweater and bring it here.” he instructed. He was speaking softly, louder than a whisper, and slowly.
    He watched her walk across the room to the clothes rack and get the sweater. “Put it back on, Stephanie.” he instructed. She took a sigh of relief and put the sweater back on. Billy feasted his eyes on her.
    “Take the sweater off again.” he instructed.
    “Well, actually, I really don’t feel comfortable. If you don’t mind, I’d really prefer to leave it on.” she said, with her voice trembling.
    “Take the sweater off, Stephanie. I am your master. You are my slave. You must do as I say.”
    Stephanie removed the sweater. “Walk across the room and hang it up.” Billy instructed.
    Billy watched Stephanie walk across the room and hang up the sweater. “Now come back and stand in the mirror square.” he told her.
    Billy feasted his eyes one her again. He looked at her and at both reflections of her in the mirrors.
    “This is humiliating.” Stephanie protested.
    “If you think it’s humiliating to take off your sweater, Stephanie,” Billy replied, “imagine taking off your bra.”
    Stephanie’s eyes popped. “You’re gonna make me take off my bra?” she gasped in horror.
    “I was thinking about it.” Billy admitted. “Would that be a problem?”
    “Well, of course! Do you think I want to get molested?” Stephanie replied. “And don’t you think you’re a little old for me?”
    Billy feasted his eyes on her for a few minutes while he considered his options. “Stephanie, you’ll have to return to the guest room for now.” he followed her. She sat down on her bed.
    Billy stood as he spoke to her. “I need some time to resolve my conflicting desires. You are a very good girl. You are so pretty and so precious, so young, so sweet. I strongly desire not to hurt you, but what I strongly desire to do, would hurt you.”
    Billy left the room. Michelle was waiting in the living room. “You have company in the Torture House.” she said. They left the house and went to the Torture House. A man was sitting at the table.
    “Billy! Pleased to meet you.” he said. He was shorter than an average man, and had a noticeable smaller head, without a forehead.
    “So, what’s up?” Billy asked.
    “My name is Joe Neandertal.”
    Billy smiled. “You’re a neanderthal?”
    “Yes, I am. Actually, the name comes from the German word for the Neander Valley. The name, neanderthal is archaic in German nowadays, so they say, neandertal. I am of the same species as you, Homo sapiens, but modern humans like you are the subspecies, Homo sapiens sapiens while I am of the subspecies, Homo sapiens neanderthalensis.”
    “Cool! You a cave man?” Billy asked.
    “Yes, some years I lived in a cave.” Joe said.
    Michelle stood by, “Can I get you gentlemen anything to drink?” she asked.
    “Two mugs of cold beer, please.” Billy replied.
    “So, what’s up?” Billy asked Joe.
    “Let me explain something here, Billy. In my day, I kept trying to get sex from the neandertal girls, but they kept rejecting me. Some of the other guys would grab the girls and rape them. Now if I’m too nice a guy to do that, and my next-cave neighbor is a rapist, whose baby is the girl going to have?” he asked.
    Billy guessed, “Well, the rapist’s baby, I guess.”
    “Right. Now we know that some behavioral characteristics can be inherited. Look at the maternal instinct to protect the young. That’s been going on in mammals for millions of years. The better the mother is at protecting her young, the more likely the young are to live long enough to have offspring, who will carry on that trait.”
    “Yes. That makes sense.” Billy agreed.
    “Now, the problem was, these guys were raping the girls, and they were making baby boys who would grow up and, like father, like son, would rape girls. If us nice guys had to rely on our charm, we couldn’t make baby boys who would rely on our charm, because we didn’t get any sex.” Joe explained.
    “So, soon the population was overrun with rapists.” Billy guessed.
    “Not just that, but it showed in the girls. Big, muscular girls could defend themselves, so they only made a baby if they wanted to. Smaller girls couldn’t defend themselves, and they got raped, passing the trait on to their daughters. They made baby boys who grew up to be rapists, like father, like son; and they made baby girls who were too weak and small to defend themselves, like mother, like daughter. The defining limit was when they were too small to endure childbirth.” Joe told him.
    “And big muscular guys,” Billy hypothesized, “were more successful in raping girls, so the offspring would acquire the trait of being big and muscular.”
    “Exactly. However, I started a new trend. I rescued a damsel in distress, and she was so ungrateful, she wouldn’t even have sex with me.” Joe recalled.
    “Imagine that!” Billy laughed.
    “I said, ‘Well, see if I ever rescue her again!’ I started explaining to the girls in the village that if they’d show a little gratitude, they can get rescued. So this started a trend. Even the geeky and nerdy guys could get some, because girls would publicly promise they’d give it to any guy who rescues them from a rapist. Well, it may not be much fun to give it to a guy she doesn’t even like, but at least we’d be patient and gentle with her. Not only that, but they’d be grateful and affectionate. That turned us on. We got some action for a while, but it didn’t last long.”
    “Why not? What happened?” Billy wondered.
    Joe explained, “Rapes became less and less frequent as we nerds and geeks eliminated the rapists. I invented a bronze knife, and that was useful for stabbing the guy in the back. That was good for one shot. She’d give it to me once. Then rape took on a whole new style, with all the guys in the village going to attack the next village, and they’d rape all the girls there after killing the guys that were defending them. Guys who were too nice to rape the other village’s girls did not make baby boys with that trait.”
    “So, you see, Billy, you have inherited conflicting instincts. You inherited the traits of the rapist neandertals, and also the traits of the rescuer neandertals.” Joe told him.
    “Hey, now, are you implying that I inherited an instinct to rape girls?” Billy asked with resentment.
    “Billy, remember when you lived in California, and you got a blind date through a personal ad?” Joe asked.
    “Yes, I remember that.” Billy replied.
    Joe continued, “By the way, I must admit, that was clever, to communicate to her the title of the book you’d be reading in the coffee shop. To everybody else, you were just another patron reading a book, but the precise title assured her that the reader holding the book was you. Anyway, you saw her, and she was small and petite. That told your neandertal instincts she was pretty. Small and petite is pretty, because she is easy to rape. Then you sat down and started chatting. When she told you she was a karate instructor, your heart skipped a beat.”    
    “You ain’t kidding! I was shocked.” Billy agreed.
    Joe explained, “That’s partly because she can defend herself. You would never have raped her anyway, but your neandertal instinct was triggered. It’s also partly because her pretty little eyes weren’t saying ‘Thank you for rescuing me, you hero. How can I repay you? Your cave or mine?’”
    “You’re right!” Billy realized.
    “This neandertal instinct is also present in women. Women who fought back would either defend themselves successfully, and not make a baby with that trait, or they’d get killed, and not make a baby with that trait.
Either way, they didn’t make a baby girl with the predisposition to fight back. So, while evolution is usually the survival of the fittest, in the case of rape, it’s the survival of the rape victims. That’s why some girls don’t want to carry guns. Their neandertal instinct says they don’t want to hurt the poor, defenseless man who is only trying to rape her. But oh, boy do they fight back if their children are in danger.” Joe pointed out.
    “But, like, getting raped is one gruesome ordeal, isn’t it?” Billy said.
    Joe explained, “Evolution doesn’t take that into account. Evolution only takes into account the making of babies. Death in childbirth is acceptable in evolution as long as the rate is low enough to continue the species. The pain of childbirth does not enter into the equation because it does not affect the rate of survival.
    “Now, some girls would cry, and beg for mercy. If you’re a neandertal guy and you get manipulated by that, you don’t hurt the girl. You also don’t make a baby boy who is manipulated by that. If you’re a neandertal guy who enjoys the girl’s helpless pleas, and proceeds to rape her, you might make a baby boy who enjoys those helpless cries, and is predisposed to rape the girl. Like father, like son. Girls who relied on crying and begging, got raped, and made baby girls who relied on crying and begging. So that’s why you want to rape Stephanie. You have the genetic instinct that says, it would be lots of fun to rape her. You hesitate, because you have a strong sense of right and wrong. But let me remind you that the decision has been made to give Stephanie to you to molest and rape to your heart’s content, as your reward, and logic should tell you, that that decision cannot possibly be wrong. As it says in Paul’s Epistle to the Romans, in chapter eleven, verse thirty-three,…”
    Billy interrupted, “Hold it! I have a Bible with me!”
    Billy found the page and read silently as Joe recited, “O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! how unsearchable are his judgments, and his ways past finding out!”    
    “You’re right. The infallible judgment has been made, that she is to be my slave.” Billy agreed. “And, by definition, an infallible decision is correct. You know, she is a good girl, and all. I think that maybe I’ll spend some time enjoying her helpless, pretty ass, and enough time will pass for the muscles in her body to be relaxed. That way, rape won’t be painful to her, at least not physically.”
    “That’s one way.” Joe agreed. “In some ways, the ordeal won’t be as bad as if she were still on Earth. If a girl on Earth gets raped, even in her own home, sometimes she feels guilty about having sex with a man, and thinks it’s partly her own fault for leaving the windows open on a hot, summer day. She provided a man with somebody to rape, by her perceived negligence. She might even think she has sinned, and feel guilty about that. Stephanie knows that she’s not sinning, because she has been instructed to obey you, by an infallible order. Another issue is that she won’t have to face a family that knows she has been raped. That can be humiliating, to have to remain in a family or village where everybody knows. In some societies, nobody will want to marry a girl who has been raped. Another issue is the fear of catching some transmissible disease. Stephanie knows there is no disease here.”
    “All she did was accept a ride with a drunk driver, though.” Billy said.
    “The decision has been made to give her to you as your reward.” Joe pointed out, then continued, “As time goes on, you will be given plenty more servant girls. Some of these died as older women, but have been rejuvenated in their new life.”
    “How’s that? How did they become young again?” Billy asked.
    “Well, the Mormons come closest to describing the process correctly, in the Book of Alma, in the fortieth chapter, in the twenty-third verse, where it says, ‘The soul shall be restored to the body, and the body to the soul; yea, and every limb and joint shall be restored to its body; yea, even a hair of the head shall not be lost; but all things shall be restored to their proper and perfect frame.’ In the resurrection, these girls were restored to their bodies as they were when they were young, and defects in their bodies were eliminated. Some girls will be in their twenties, others teenagers. Some may look kind of young for you, but don’t worry. The infallible decision has been made to award them to you to molest and rape to your heart’s content, for your enjoyment.” Joe assured him.
    Joe mentioned, “Remember, Stephanie, and many of your future servant girls, will be spared some of the ordeal of being raped, such as the fear of getting a disease, the feeling of guilt, the shame of facing a family that knows. However, she will still feel extreme humiliation and anguish, and she will feel degraded. That is to be expected. When you strip her naked and violate her, she feels naked and then violated.”
    Billy said, “What bothers me is, like, why does Stephanie feel that way? I mean, she’ll want to close the door when she showers, so I won’t enjoy watching. I could see if there was some risk of offending me, but there isn’t.”
    “Well,” Joe explained, “that all started before my time, in the Garden of Eden. Adam and Eve were naked, and they didn’t feel that way. The third chapter of the Book of Genesis explains it, in verse seven, where it says,”
    Billy interrupted, “Hold it, I have my copy in my pocket.”
    Billy read while Joe recited from memory, “And the eyes of them both were opened, and they knew that they were naked; and they sewed fig leaves together, and made themselves aprons.”
    Joe explained, “That’s when Adam and Eve said, like, ‘Eek! We’re naked.’ That didn’t apply to angel girls, so they do not hesitate to serve you. Angel girls also don’t feel squeamish about performing oral sex for you, the way Earth girls would.”
    “Cool! How come Earth girls are inhibited that way?” Billy wondered.
    “Well, during my day, there was an island, the island of Corsica in the Mediterranean Sea, where the girls positively did not mind performing oral sex. It was great.” Joe answered.
    “Then what?” Billy wondered.
    “They all died out.” Joe answered.
    “Venereal disease?” Billy hypothesized.
    “No. You just don’t make a baby that way. The guys loved it, but then the population just died out. There were other societies where the girls were promiscuous that way. The guys preferred it, so they did that instead of making babies, and they didn’t keep their birth rates up, while competing villages increased, and were able to raise larger armies.” Joe explained.
    “The survival of the most squeamish!” Billy observed. “This has been kind of like, you know, a father and son facts of life talk.”
    “Just a number of generations apart. Billy, I’ll have you know, I’m your seven thousand four hundred twenty-third great grandfather.” Joe said.
    “Awesome!” Billy lit up. “I’ve got a great-great-great whatever grandfather who’s a caveman! Cool!” He looked at the empty beer mugs. “Care for another beer, great-great-great whatever Grandad?”
    “I’d love one, Billy.” Joe replied.
    “Michelle.” Billy called. “Could we get a couple more beers, please? Thanks.” Then he looked at Joe. “Care to rape a prisoner girl?”
    “That would be nice.” Joe said.
    Michelle brought the beers.
    “And, could you bring us a prisoner girl, too?” Billy said.
    “At your service.” she replied.
    Michelle returned, escorting a young, barefoot teenage girl who had dripping wet hair and was wearing a bath towel around herself.
    “Since this is Billy’s first time with a prisoner girl, I brought a new one. This is her first encounter as well.” Michelle explained.
    Joe and Billy looked at her and grinned. They smiled to convey their intentions.
    “No, please don’t!” she cried. “No, please don’t!”
    Michelle explained to Billy, “Here is a baseball bat. You may beat her mercilessly if she disobeys you. You may beat her mercilessly if she shows you any disrespect. You may beat her mercilessly just for fun if you want.” The girl trembled as Michelle spoke. “Here is the hot torture iron. You may apply it to her flesh and burn her if she disobeys you. You may apply it to her flesh and burn her if she shows you any disrespect. You may apply it to her flesh and burn her just for fun if you wish. You may also apply excruciating electric shock by pushing this button. The amount of the shock can be set by this dial. Billy is Master here, so he alone decides, but he may delegate the privilege to his guest if he so chooses. I will leave you two gentlemen alone while you enjoy. Let me know when you are done, and I will escort her away.”
    “No, please don’t!” the girl cried. They both smiled at her.
    “Take off your towel.” Billy said.
    “I can’t! I’m not wearing anything underneath!” she replied, figuring it was worth a try at least.
    “I know. We want to see you naked. Take off the towel so we can see you naked.” Billy replied.
    The girl had heard all that Michelle had said about the baseball bat and the hot iron. She cried as she slowly loosened the towel.
    “More.” Billy ordered. “We want to see you naked. Take off the towel so we can see you naked. We want to rape you.”
    “No, please don’t!” she cried, even as she complied.
    “That’s right, now stand up on the stool so we can feast our eyes on you. Turn around.” The girl complied again.
    “You know what? You’re naked and I get to put my hands on your breasts.” Billy taunted. “And I get to leave my hands there for as long as I want, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
    “Please stop!” she begged.
    “But I like to see you naked. And I get to put my hands on your ass and fondle you as much as I want. There’s nothing you can do about it. You have no rights.” Billy taunted. “Joe likes to see you naked, too. Joe, would you like to fondle her ass?”
    Joe joined in. They spent half an hour taunting and fondling her. Billy told her to lie down on the table, and then he applied the chain around her neck and locked it. As she lay on the table, Billy looked into her eyes while he raped her. “You’re naked, and I get to rape you.” he kept telling her. “I get to run my hands all over your beautiful, naked body.”
    He locked his gaze on her face as she turned bright red and cried. When he finished raping her, he backed away and sat down to drink beer while Joe had his turn.
    “Michelle, we’re all done now.” Billy said.
    “Very well, then, I will take her away. In a few minutes, she will be in another torture house. It will be like this for her, all day, every day, for eternity. She will get no rest and have no rights.”
    “Well, that was fun.” Billy told Joe.
    “That’s your reward.” Joe replied. “Servant girls don’t have it as bad as prisoner girls. They only get raped by one guy during their slavery. They also get some rest in between episodes. Furthermore, eventually the master signs her promotion card.”    
    “How long does that usually take?” Billy wondered.
    “There’s no telling. That’s the one thing that does not get discussed, because it is totally up to you, and you shouldn’t be swayed by any outside influences.” Joe said.
    “By the way, raping prisoner girls is inflicting punishment to which they have been sentenced. When you perform this service, as you and I just did, it counts toward your promotion.” Joe said.
    “Promotion?” Billy wondered.
    “Yes. Right now you are master of an island on Earth. However, you can be promoted to be master of an Earth-like planet. Usually, people don’t get any reward until they die, and they go all the way to Heaven, but you get some reward while you earn your way up.” Joe said.
    “Why is that?” Billy wondered.
    “Well, there are some big plans for you, and you have to be on Earth to complete them. You started a rebellion in the United States of America, and more and more people are deciding, enough is enough. If liberty cannot prevail with ballots, then liberty must prevail with bullets. But there is still more to do. You will need to return to your land, and lead the enlightened on in rebellion against the enemies of liberty, depriving the enemies of liberty of their police forces.” Joe told him.
    “I will have the courage to do so, because I have faith, this because I have seen, shall we say, great works. I was scared going back to New Hampshire to go on TV, and I will be scared again, but I will have courage.” Billy declared.
    “The news media is covering the rebellion because it is interesting. Challenging the discrepancy between the actual language of the State constitution and the judicial misinterpretations, does not exactly keep the couch potatoes fascinated, so they would tune out. That’s why the news media do not cover that. They make it sound like people are crazy idiots for disagreeing with the court rulings.” Joe pointed out.
    “Well, the State constitution is not exactly infallible, either. Slavery was not unconstitutional, either under the State constitutions or the United States Constitution, when it existed in the South. But slavery was wrong, because the slaves were human beings, and were endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights.” Billy said. “The Abolitionists did not accept slavery. Likewise, nowadays, our side will not accept any doctrine, instruction, ruling, order, regulation, ordinance, statute, treaty or constitution to the extent that the same is inconsistent with liberty and justice for all.” Billy said.
    “Even the Bible.” Joe mentioned. “The Bible says to obey the king. All that was rejected in the Declaration of Independence, which postulates that all men are created equal.” He paused and continued, “I am sure you will do well, and it has been a pleasure talking with you, Billy. You are a wise and good man. Serve with courage, and enjoy your reward.”
    Joe got up and shook hands with Billy, then walked away. Michelle escorted Joe out of the room.

     Copyright 2004, Tom Alciere

CHAPTER EIGHT

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