The Free-Use Bible: Book of Genesis 2

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DISCLAIMERS

I often write from the perspective of the VILLAIN. That means I don’t agree with his choices, and you’re not supposed to either. We’re all acknowledging he is wrong. Obviously nothing he does should ever be done in real life! Please be mature adults and separate fantasy from reality.

This is more PORN than PLOT.

All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.





WARNINGS / FETISHES

-Rape / Non-con / Male-dom / misogyny / violence / sadism

-Mind control / slavery

-Gross bodily smells/taste, unwashed, fluids, sweat, ATM

-Period sex to mouth



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Book of Genesis 2

“The man and his wife were both naked, yet they felt no shame.”

– Genesis 2:25



I wake after only a few tumultuous hours of sleep, haunted all night by strange dreams of ethereal hands and an infinite void slowly closing in and suffocating. I shake off the nightmare as the memories of last night come rushing back. It was real? My wife went to sleep last night like nothing unusual happened. What the fuck is going on?

Running late for a mandatory in-office day at work, I kiss Lizzy and hurry out the door. She says goodbye in the same mundane way as always.

At work, all I can think about all day is that damn book, still not fully believing it. And as I get home that evening, my wife and I follow the same routine as any other night. It’s as if she doesn’t even remember the blowjob! Or if she does, it’s like it was perfectly normal behavior.

All through dinner my mind is racing. We watch some shows and relax as per usual. And as it gets late, Liz says she’s taking a shower and heading to bed. As she showers, I take the opportunity to sneak off into the office, desperate to figure this thing out.

My fingers blaze across my keyboard, my brain obsessing, trying to find answers. Part of me still thinks it’s too good to be true. Magic books aren’t fucking real! But the more I research, the less sure I am of anything. It all leads back to the same conclusions. Mysterious ancient texts. References to ‘demons’ and ‘laws’. The Book. It seems to have a presence to it.

I decide to try it out again tonight. My heart races as I carefully word the new law. If this thing is real, if a command like this works… Jesus, my marriage, my life could be changed forever.

Lost in what I’m writing, I don’t hear the shower stopping. Don’t hear my wife peek in the office, “Whatcha doin’ babe?” She casually asks, drying herself off in the doorway.

I jump and close the Book, covering it with some papers from my desk, “Oh um nothing. Porn.” I reach out and click something on my computer.

She rolls her eyes at the obvious sarcasm. “Ha, ha,” she says dryly, thankfully not seeming to really care what I’m doing anyway.

I turn and my eyes instantly gaze up and down my wife’s wet body. Like always, she doesn’t think twice about walking around naked after showering. She shy about sex, but doesn’t see anything wrong with being naked around her husband. Doesn’t even begin to understand how teasingly torturous it is for me. She wraps a towel in her hair, arms up, exposing her glistening fair skin in all it’s glory. Pert pale tits. The perfect size, a bit more than a handful can hold. Soft pink nipples poke up a bit, staring me in the face. Her body is naturally thin, but with thick hips and thighs. Soft and feminine, with curves many girls would be jealous of. I usually consider myself lucky to have such a sexy wife. But at the same time it’s hard, since I can so rarely enjoy her beauty the way I’d like.

She sees me staring and shakes her head, giving me the same annoyed expression she always does when I look at her like this, like I’m some perv.

She covers up more with a second towel wrapping around her body, “Well I’m heading to bed. You coming?” I catch a brief glimpse of her groin before she covers it. Her dark stubbly pubes, lazily trimmed and maintained. Cleaned up enough for her own taste, my own not even a consideration usually. But I like the laid-back style. Just enough scruff to give her a mature natural look. And I notice a little string hanging out of her ‘innie’ lips. I feel my dick stir in my pants. I nod and follow her to bed.

Lizzy dresses for bed and lies next to me, asleep within minutes. My heart races as I lie there awake for a bit longer. Her warm body next to me, bundled up, sleeping peacefully, her back against my arm. My hand gently reaches from under the covers and caresses her lower back. Then down to her butt. Not enough to wake her. This is the most I can usually ever get. Some light touching and snuggling in bed. But I know the typical cop out if I ask for more. She’ll have a headache, or feel too bloated, or too tired. ‘Maybe tomorrow’ is always the response.

I turn on the lamp on the nightstand and lean in slowly to start spooning her from behind. My dick starts to engorge beneath my shorts in anticipation, poking up between her buttcheeks. The insane softness of the clothes she wears to bed is always such a turn-on. A long sleeve shirt that couldn’t be any thinner, a material that couldn’t hide her nipples if it tried, the nubs blatantly sticking up at the cloth. A low v-neck that always seems to invite me to delve down to her chest. I slide my hands along the shirt, grasping at a tit, fingers feeling her bare skin exposed at that tantalizingly low neckline.

Her hips stir, ass instinctively pressing back into my groin in her sleep. My cock pulses in her crack, the shape of her cheeks easy to feel even through both our pants. Like always, she wears tight joggers, a thin sweatpant material, fitting a bit looser than tights or yoga pants.

With my one arm hugging over her, groping at a tit, my other works it’s way down to fondle her ass. And with that, she starts to grumble and resist, finally waking.

Before she can protest, I lean my face in at her ear and whisper, “Fulfill your purpose.” A phrase that shouldn’t mean anything to her, words that don’t exactly incriminate me of anything in case this doesn’t work. Very specific, almost pretentious words I don’t have to worry about ever accidentally saying at the wrong time.

She sighs, her head turning to face back at me, a look of dread in her eyes. She knows exactly what I’m demanding of her, and she doesn’t like it. The new law clearly worked, but even so, her reactions are real. My dick stirs against her butt again.

“I know it’s my duty, but can it wait until tomorrow? It’s so late babe.” Her voice is anxious and tired. Still half asleep. My law left things vague, plenty of wiggle room. But it seems to be working.

I shake my head, “No, right now Liz.” My eyes carefully read hers. Her expression is grim, but it’s not directed at me, only the situation. Like when you dread having to go into work in the morning. You don’t hate your boss for it, it’s just an annoying part of life.

Lizzy rolls and sits up, gently pushing me onto my back. Her voice starts to shift from annoyed to nurturing, “Ok but I’m on my period, so you’ll have to settle for a blowjob again.” Even hearing such a modest woman like her say words like that, so casually, my dick stiffens more, pitching a tent under my shorts. But as she begins shimmying my pants down, I know in the back of my mind that I won’t be ‘settling’ for anything tonight. I let her continue for now though.

As my shorts are pulled down, my dick springs up, unleashed into fresh air. And I immediately get a sinking feeling in my stomach, realizing I forgot to fucking shower! Goddammit, I’ve been obsessing over that Book so much, I’ve been neglecting everything else. I guess it hasn’t been that long, right? What, yesterday morning? But a whiff of the smell hits my nose, and shame and embarrassment slaps me in the face. I haven’t even washed since she sucked me off last night. Then a whole day of work today. Christ, I can’t put her through this.

But I don’t stop her as she leans down closer. Part of me wants to see this. She stares at my erect penis. Her nose crinkles, a slight expression of disgust on her face.