JESUS NATION SEX REBEL, mini-chapter 32

32. EVE’S JOB

Today’s first appointment brought K, Eve’s newest patient.

K had come to his homosexuality late. Forty was old for a man seeking a cure. It would require fierce repression to banish such long-submerged desires from his psyche, now that they’d surfaced. Eve was still not sure on which side of the theory of Homosexual Aversion Therapy she fell -- whether she held that her therapy merely repressed the predilection, or actually banished it completely -- whether a year of therapy (the usual length of treatment) cleared the psyche or simply put it in control of its disease -- whether her therapy dealt with the roots or the symptoms.

The father of Aversion Therapy, Doc Proc, claimed that his therapeutic method dealt with the roots of the problem of sexual deviance. Later adherents claimed otherwise, and he was known to denounce them thunderously.

“Those who aver that Aversion Therapy only addresses the symptoms and not the disease itself, the way an over-the-counter cold remedy treats the sniffles of a cold instead of the cold itself, need to investigate their own predilections. They may be suffering from deviance themselves; I strongly suspect their position is based on their being unable to confront the fact of their own deviance. Claiming that Aversion Therapy only treats symptoms is a submerged wish to hang on to their own deviance in the face of a therapy that could cure it.”

The therapy incorporated the controversial viewing male organs. Eve could never get over the infinite variety of male members, and how even with all the blocking of international sex sites on the Internet, pornographic images got through to those with the drive, dedication and patience to search them out.

K seemed to fancy firm, young bodies, like many of her patients. However, his predilection for penises was within a narrow range: he appeared to like them short and fat. Stubbly little buggers with generous helmets. For some reason, she thought of these appendages as distinctively Japanese. It was the helmets: they looked like those wide helmets you saw on the heads of actors in movie epics of the long-dead Japanese director Kurosawa.

She had spent K’s first visits scanning his preferred images into her computer. This was the time when she bonded with her patients, as they hunted down the erotic images that most aroused them.

“That one.” His voice was low and serious.

Sometimes they giggled together.

“Ooh, that one!” His voice was enthusiastic.

She gave them the space to relax. It was not difficult, since she was a woman, and therefore outside their sexual horizon. They did not exhibit too much resistance when a woman helped them build up a bank of their greatest turn-ons.

Now she showed these images to K on the screen.

“Aaah!” he yelled.

She held the screen clicker and the electric shock clicker in her right hand. She made the shocks longer than before, but left longer intervals between the images. She clicked them like a musical instrument, in a rhythm decided by instinct and intuition, based upon her patient’s reactions.

“Aaah! Aaah! Aaaaaaaaaah!”

Hmm. That was a big one.

She thought of herself as entering the sexual tastes of the patient, feeling with him the arousal potential of his chosen images. She was, in a way, zapping her own nervous system. She did in fact give herself minor shocks in tandem with the more extreme shocks with which she bent the backs of her patients: it was her own little professional secret, which she believed accounted for her success rate. She believed it helped her enter the healing process more fully. She could feel a patient’s anguish herself, more fundamentally, because she suffered along with him, albeit not as harshly. Her own pain helped her to assist him with her empathy so that he had two people fighting his inversion instead of the lonely soldier of the self.

She was waiting for an opportunity to share her secret addition to Aversion Therapy with her colleagues in the field after she had established a wider reputation in the professional literature with some of her lesser findings. She needed the renown in order to advance her goal of moving up to the Top Tier of Echelons, now that her Patriot Board experience had galvanized her into wanting more power so she could fight for equal rights for women in Jesusland -- specifically, fight the whole business of reclassifying Female Beloveds to Scarlet status, as had happened to Rachel.

She thought she might be able to reach the top tier within five years. It was unusual for a woman to get that far that fast, but the Men of the Gospel did allow a few token women to slip through. She was confident that she could be one of them.

It was funny, how her ambition was engulfing her, almost like a new religion. It had started because of wanting to help Rachel, but now it was growing into a unique entity all its own, driven by a need of its own -- not simply wanting to be a champion for all oppressed Scarlets, but also wanting to exercise power naked and raw, the way she did when she shocked her patients. She wanted to shock others into submission instead of living in her own submission.

The small but complete power that she exerted over her male patients was giving her a taste for power over more men. She was sure she could bend hundreds to her will. She was in the right field, even though there was a vast gap between the grubby shallows of Homosexual Aversion Therapy and the top echelon of Universal Behavior Design. At that lofty height, the behavior of the entire society was conceived, debated, and planned. Her ambition had ballooned to the point that she now badly wanted to play a part in developing the Science of Religion practiced by the Men of the Gospel in Universal Behavior Design. Spreading the Gospel was a cognitive science, like advertising or politics: with the right techniques, it had already proven to be astonishingly successful, and helped change the old decadent United States into the religious United States Under God.

Eve wanted to arrive at the top before a final orthodoxy was established and all one could do was tinker with the edifice. She wanted to be a creator, not a tinkerer. She thought it would take about ten more years for the edifice to be built, which was why she had a personal timetable of a mere five years to get to the top to allow her enough time to make a significant contribution to the grand construction. Therefore the matter of an approved husband and a child was all the more urgent, because she couldn’t start her journey in earnest before she had them in place.

She flicked brusquely through the pictures of young men with muscular chests and thick, stubbly penises. Her instruments registered the rush of blood to K’s groin. When his erection was at its peak, she zapped him with a strong current, and gasped at her own shock.

“Aaaaaaaaah!”

“Ooh!” A yelp from her joined his scream.

Damn. She wanted to share the experience with her patients, but not to this extent. Better adjust her own shock downwards.

After all, she wasn’t the patient. She didn’t want her sexual desires changed. In fact, if she could, she’d increase her sexual desire. Why not? It would help her overcome her Secret Sexual Lack faster.

What’s more, she had really enjoyed performing sex on Adam. That little snack had already increased her sexual desire. A most agreeable experiment. She knew that as a Female, she was not supposed to enjoy sex, but there were many things she was not supposed to do or enjoy as a Female, like give free rein to her ambition, which she was going to do, and enjoy, whatever the Men of the Gospel said.