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- 1-"How Could You Do This?"
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A Critique of Heathenism's Effects on Mankind.
By James Carmody.
Disclaimer: I don't own the copyright to any rendition of "Battlestar Galactica", nor am I Milton, nor Dante, nor do I own the copyright to "Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series", and I forfeit any right to monetary gain for this piece of literature.
Summary: As a sequel to my work "S. H.", Helena Cain reacts to her "wife" Gina's betrayal, with very negative consequences and also is profoundly confused, due partly to her own inevitable ignorance about how things really work. Her society is intrinsically pagan; and there're a lot of problems for that kind of society that should be considered.
Genre(s): Science-fiction, Fantasy, Drama, Crime, Family, Spiritual & Supernatural.
Author's Story Notes: As fans of "Battlestar Galactica" are well aware; the head villain of that particular series, especially in the episode "War of the Gods", the same villain is also found in the "Book of Revelation" as well as a variety of other works- same evil mind, different alias and pseudonym of the same liar.
Characters/Pairings: Helena Cain/Gina Inviere, Count Iblis (the First Evil, Lucifer, same entity), Glorificus, and various other beings, including the First Cause (the Uncaused Cause) is referenced.
Rating: Just to be cautious; I'd rate it "R"; it has some really wicked conduct going on in it.
Moral/Mission: There is no room for all grasps of reality being equally valid; that is intellectual chaos. Not all views are equal in grasp of reality; this's not at all "lording it over others" at all; it is really, rather, good sense, for differences in religious belief- the very grasp of the core of reality itself- for religious belief forms the very core of the being we refer to as a human, a rational being. If mankind buys into paganism, it won't be long before the fairer sex is going to be viewed as an object for the pleasure of guys- and thus sexual abuse will skyrocket big time as a direct result! This's really dangerous as a situation; hence a critique of this general apparent trajectory in society today.
Chapter #1.): "How Could You Do This?"
Helena Cain was absolutely livid with her partner, nay, her wife, Gina, about Gina's betrayal of their society… she was absolutely determined to get revenge on her wife for all the deaths that that evil bitch had caused to the Colonies! She was indeed upset about this situation, in less than a single day, Gina's work had caused the loss of their homes and families in that, and so they were homeless now. Plus, her daddy, Commander Cain, and she herself didn't know how she'd wound up her own Pa's superior officer in the fleet at that, was now missing, and a widower. As for her kid sister, Sheba, she too was now missing, and Helena feared that her family had been wiped out. She was, to be blunt, very bitter about this situation at that.
Adm. Helena Cain then headed to the brig of the vessel she commanded, the Pegasus, and directed the jailer to go somewhere else, that he was relieved for a while, "Take a break." she ordered him, in short, he wasn't in trouble, she made clear to him, she wanted to 'spend some time alone with the prisoner' as she put it to him, and he chuckled a bit. That alarmed her a bit; she didn't want to be sexually objectified, at all, and intended to straighten out the rest of her coworkers in that regard; especially if she'd become kind of a sick form of "entertainment" to the guys in the crew. What she wanted from those guys was to be a coworker, nothing but.
The cell had two different doors, you'd cross through one, and then go into an area in-between the two, and then you'd go into the other, and crossing through that one, you'd enter into the cell. Helena had specifically cleared the area where the brig was, she wanted privacy for this "intimate affair" with her wife, Gina; who also happened to be her prisoner as well. In her mind, she planned out the whole affair, in great detail at that. Walking in this was also a physical problem for Helena, but she was wearing loosely in her pants a device for "pleasuring" Gina; she meant to give Gina what she knew Gina wanted, namely herself, as well as to touch her in the meantime, for her own delight at Gina's expense as well.
Going into the cell, Helena picked up the chair, and used it to bar the door in the meantime, for her own safety at that, "Oh, thank goodness, Helena! I knew you believed me to be innocent of this whole mess!" Gina exclaimed in the meantime. Helena, however, fully intended to intimidate Gina for her own fun, to "play house" as it were with the prisoner in a "play session" in the prison cell. She herself fully intended to turn the cell into a form of "Conjugal Trailer" as it were to engage in an affair with her "prisoner-wife" as Helena had begun to think of Gina at this time.
Helena raised her left eyebrow a tad, and cocking her head to the right side, she crossed her arms, while looking at her wife, Gina, standing in front of the bed in the cell, a bed she planned to lay with her in before this was done, and standing with her legs shoulder-width apart and her arms crossed, smirked knowingly at Gina, and said to her "Oh, so you didn't aim a loaded pistol at my head, your own wife's head, in the ship's CNC at that? 'Cause that's sure what it looked like from where I was standing; in fact, was our entire relationship a lie, or did you actually love me?" Helena asked, in an accusing manner, while raising her left hand, back to Gina, with her fingers spread, to emphasize the wedding band she wore on her left ring finger, as she demanded an answer for Gina's betrayal. In fact, Helena knew she was making fun of Gina; sort of laughing at her all the while in their heads as she prepared to do this felony to her that she'd set out to do from the moment she put on that device at her hips prior to getting her uniform on over it.
"I do love you." Gina insisted, but Helena cut her off by walking up to her and, after grabbing Gina's head between her hands, placed a firm and hard kiss on Gina's lips, before ordering her to turn around and rest her upper body on the bed in her cell. It was then that Gina realized Helena's intents were anything but kind or romantic; and her breathing quickened significantly as terror took hold of her, as she felt Helena stripping her of her clothes, and pinning her to her cell's bed. "She's going to rape me!" Gina thought frightened to her core of her being, and began to struggle to defend herself. But Helena was stronger than she herself was, and had managed to take off her own uniform as well.
Point of View shift to Helena's from third person.
"You know" I said to her as I groped and fondled my wife, Regina Inviere, in a loving fashion, for a bit of "fun", kissing her sweetly in the process; prior to forcibly taking her as I'd intended to do ever since she aimed a loaded pistol at my head- her own wife's head at that "I'm only doing this because I, quite literally, fraking LOVE you, Bitch!", and with that I laid atop her from behind, with my strap-on inside her ass, pinning her to the bed with my stronger body; and holding her hands gently in the meantime. I punctuated this statement with a kiss to her from behind on her cheek.
The name I'd used had been a pet-name I had for her derived from her name she gave in her application when I reviewed it and met her "Gina" is a nickname for "Regina" which literally means "Queen", and "Inviere" I'd learned meant "Resurrection", so my wife, if she is that to begin with, is literally a queen of resurrection, little did I know she's a Cylon Queen at that. Kind of made me wonder what exactly I am in that regard. Oh, I'd mouthed off to her as I forced myself on my wife, the "Queen of Resurrection", in her back-door. In the meantime, I reminded her that since we're married to eachother, it is really illegal for the law enforcement to hear any case brought up by one against the other, so what I was doing to my younger wife is perfectly legally permissible in effect, if not by law.
As she struggled beneath me, I reminded her of why I was doing this to her with the following sentence "I love you fracking bitch." using that peculiar parsing to confuse her all the while, in the meantime, I was holding her hands and kissing her sweetly and lovingly. The intent I had was to confuse her by reminding her that the reason I was doing this this way was to, quite lovingly, rape her… as if you could ever call sexual assault "loving", or describe it that way.
Later on, if I reflected on what I'd done; I knew I'd not have any answer that'd make any sort of sense at all. But a few hours of our "Conjugal Visit" had passed by, during which I'd literally sodomized my wife as her wife, and sat atop her. In fact, when I calmed down enough to think clearly; I was sitting on the left side of her face, with the sheets of her bed going up halfway to my hips on my strong thighs, we were both nude… and I kept on wiping my face to wipe away my tears from crying with the meat of my hands. I'd looked down her body, and been playing with her hair throughout the "fraking session" I'd employed to humiliate her in the meantime. Off to my right side, on the table near the bed in this "bedroom setting" of a sort, rested not only the lamp of her new cell-room-home as it were, but also the strapon dildo and harness I'd used on my wife's behind.
Not only that, but I'd also stooped to flat-out punching her in the face via slapping her and called her a "Bitch" about the betrayal she'd carried out, and demanded of her if she even thought of our friends and family and neighbors throughout the time we'd lived together as wife and wife, shopping trips, hanging out with neighbors, and the like, or if it was all an act- and the act of a traitor at that!
Finally not being able to handle the emotional stresses anymore; I climbed off of her, and got myself dressed swiftly. I considered taking the "equipment" I'd used on her to use her and to forcibly pleasure her by humiliating her all the while, or not. At the present, the pros were that even seeing this device set would be traumatic to her, as her betrayal of hers was to me, so it was a degree of revenge on her wife's part at that. But the cons were that anybody who comes by this cell could see it, and it'd possibly engender myself being court-marshaled for conduct unbecoming for a military officer- and it'd be a serious con at that… but I was far too upset by this whole event set to even think this through at the time, so once I had my uniform back on, I headed out of the room, circumvented the areas where my shipmates would be as I made my way back to my quarters- I was in tears; totally unbefitting of a ranking military officer to be crying and emotionally distraught at that. I hurried to my quarters, thanking the inhabitants of the heavens which might be benevolent that I was able to escape humiliation at the hands of my crewmates.
Upon arriving in my quarters, I elected to write to my Pa, not even sure if he was even alive at that. Oh, we definitely have had a dysfunctional family relationship, but my father might be a good source of feedback and strengthening. Unbidden into my thoughts, an image of a young Lt by the name of Kendra Shaw I'd met in previous operations on this ship was pleasant. I don't want to take advantage of a coworker but she did have my eye; if you know what I mean- and I mean she's pretty! Beyond acknowledging that, I don't consent.
One of my rebukes of my wife was referencing her own father-in-law, Commander Cain; did she want her own father-in-law dead, or his other daughter who'd survived, Sheba, and was I foolish enough to marry so callous of a woman; plus what kind of a woman could be so incredibly cruel to begin with?! We, Regina and I, were fighting in that process.
I was resolved by these events and this breakdown of myself to go to my Pa and talk things out- a break from an abusive setting, but I didn't want my wife to be too weakened to survive, so I gathered up a meal for her, in the form of a picnic dinner, plus to get my "gear" aka a "toy set" that is really something I should know to be a sign of dysfunction in the extreme. Well, I went to her cell, brought her the meal; in something of a joke on her and at her expense: her rapist wife bringing her breakfast the morning after- a break into the domestic in a lot of ways, but a perverted domestic relationship.
Through the Hellmouth and Into Perdition.
Count Iblis thought to relax by taking delight in the corruption of Sheba's elder sister, Helena Cain; hurting that pathetically incompetent thinker "Commander Cain" as the creature was known was a delight to the Red Tsar of Perdition, or as it would be known to them, the Cylon Imperious Leader at that- just simply another alias for the same criminal seraphim at that. "Wow." it said to its "paramour", Glory "that incompetent twit sure is all screwed up now… yesserie, Glory, Helena Cain is a disaster-in-the-making!" he/it found this whole situation hilarious in its sadism.
Adm. Helena Cain's POV:
I talked Kendra Shaw into conveying to the CNC staff that I was taking an extended leave, "for personal reasons" I said to clarify… when we talked this over, I explained to Kendra that Gina is my wife, and I'm hers; and she told me that she understood. In short, it was clear why I was traumatized, and why I needed to take a break, and get help for myself, but I stressed that this was a private venture for me, and I'd get my counseling and therapy in my own way… she proved herself to be very thoughtful indeed, and quite kindly cooperative about these things "I'll find the Pagasus when I am ready and able to do so, this particular ship at that, until then, continue to evade and fight the Cylon Toasters as battle events. And under no circumstances is anyone to go into the cell with the Cylon prisoner." I stated quite emphatically. She guessed to me that that's because I'm the prisoner's wife, and I replied "I think that is what is going on." "I'm going on a shuttle for the foreseeable future… and if you meet with the Galactica, try to hook up with those survivors." I stated as a final set of orders and desires for this particular fleet in the meantime; additional aid and workforce at that should be used to rebuild the Colonies.
To Be Continued…
Chapter 1 End Chapter Notes: I find it refreshing that I was able to produce something far more focused on the feelings and thoughts of one of the participants in something truly disgusting, but didn't go so far into the disgusting misbehavior.
The obstacle I had was how to create by words something of the horror of sin- and the clarity of how these sorts of things work- and to produce something totally anti-hedonism and also totally pro-humanity, while still avoiding producing something truly sexually explicit. The answer I picked was to think of these characters as people, and to counteract any using of them, but showing their sinful misbehavior as sinful misbehavior.
The only character who actually likes Helena's using of anal sex with her "wife" Regina and abusing her is "Count Iblis"- and when you figure out that "Count Iblis" is really the Devil, aka the "First Evil", hence the Red Tsar of Hell's "Capital" being across the "Hellmouth" in "Sunnydale California" in that story; you will understand just how wickedly messed up her behavior is- what it really liked was how she, Helena, hurt herself by her sins. It and its "paramour", Glory, that is; but they're demons; so considering as they're "gangster angels"… what'd you expect at that?
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