THE SEX REBEL OF JESUSLAND, chapter 102

102. ADAM GOES TO EVE’S APARTMENT.

He didn’t know whether he was drawn to her apartment just to get near to her again in some way, or to look for something that might help her in her trial.

He walked up the stairs and remembered their first encounter, and found himself with a raging erection.

He came to the door. He heard music from inside. There was somebody there. Should he unlock the door with the key that Eve had given him? Or should be knock? He decided to knock.

There were footsteps and the door opened. He saw a woman of about Eve’s age, pretty in a fluffy way, with a very narrow waist, wearing lipstick. What was a V-doll doing in Eve’s apartment?

“Who are you?” he asked.

“I’m Rachel Brown,” she replied.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“This is my apartment.”

“This is Eve Trent’s apartment. She is on trial at the moment, but this is her apartment.”

“It was her apartment, but I am the new tenant.”

“How can a V-doll move into a Beloved’s apartment?”

“I won’t be a V-doll after next week.”

“Are you being reclassified?”

“Yes. To Beloved status.”

“That’s unusual.”

“Yes.”

“How come you’re getting reclassified?”

“I’m not at liberty to say.”

She was within her rights to keep that information to herself. Some Patriot Boards took great exception to their business being made public.

“But until then, you’re a V-doll.”

“Yes. I haven’t been one long.”

She was almost like a Beloved in disguise, yet he could treat her like a V-doll. He looked at her chest. He saw a chain around her neck.

“What have you got around your neck?” he asked.

She tugged at the chain and pulled the goddess amulet he had given Eve from under her blouse. He felt a gush of rage in his throat. He grabbed at the amulet.

“Where did you get this?”

“She left it here.”

“I gave it to her.” He pulled at the amulet.

“Hit me, please,” she said. Many men hit V-dolls. It was expected.

“I just want the necklace.”

She lifted her arms to take the amulet off her neck and over her head, and her breasts lifted with her arms. She handed him the amulet. He put his arms around her. She went still and hard.

“Please,” she said.

“Shut up,” he said. “Don’t you know why you exist? The point being you’re a V-doll.”

She had no option. V-dolls were available at all times at any place to any man who wanted them. The ideal solution to male sexual frustration. No more crimes of rape. All you had to do if you wanted a woman was to go find a V-doll. The Bureau made sure to keep their ranks stocked through a constant flurry of accusations to the Patriot Boards, even though many V-dolls were in the habit of committing suicide, especially in their first year. V-dolls were one solution to the Single Female Issue.

He mounted her roughly, and did it hard and fast.

“Wash me off,” he ordered when he was done.

She came back with a warm, wet cloth.

“Now dry it.” She returned with a towel.

“Bring me my pants.” She got them and gave them to him. Then stood with her head averted.

“Don’t worry, I won’t hit you. I don’t believe in the abuse of females. Not even if they’re V-dolls.” It was a tradition to hit V-dolls. Another outlet for male frustration.
“Hit me, please,” she said. He shrugged and obliged.

“What about the previous tenant’s stuff?”

“I’m supposed to keep them for her.”

“Who arranged this?”

“I’m not at liberty to say.”

“Well, I know where to find you,” he said.

“Would you hit me again, please?” she asked. He obliged her again, this time with the back of his hand, because he was holding the amulet. Then he left.