Amanda's choice

by AmandaYoungFan

For years, she's done the Entity's bidding, thinking somehow, her doing so was also doing the bidding of the man she respected most, John Kramer. But seeing the survivors outside of the trial have made her question if what she's doing is right. What happens to a killer in the realm who no longer has the drive and stomach to do the Entity's bidding? (Feel free to comment)

43. Careless Whisper

She'd thought she was going to be okay. But now...Standing in the doorway, after feeling Frank's spunk soak into her panties the whole fucking way home, she couldn't look at him. She knew he was on the couch because she could see his legs, but had no idea what he was doing. If it was looking at her in horror she wouldn't be surprised. She didn't know what to say, but knew she had to get herself out of these clothes and NOW. She spoke the first thing that came to her head.

"Do we have a lighter!?"

Jake, lost in his copy of "Jurassic Park," threw the book into the air and looked up, startled. He'd just reached the point, again, where the T-Rex knocked Ian Malcolm in the air and he broke his leg. Book Malcolm was alright, but after seeing the movie, he could not read it anymore without picturing Jeff Goldblum. The performance was iconic.

He looked at the doorway. Amanda was home. And Jake could see that Amanda was barely holding it together. She'd gone through with it, and he could feel her guilt and her disgust in herself radiating from her. He knew she'd asked him for something, and thought he knew what it was, but was confused why she'd want one. She'd long since given up smoking. He quietly asked her, "Do we have a what?"

She pulled her sandals off and stood, completely tense, lightly trembling. "A lighter. A match. A blowtorch, a flamethrower, a nuclear bomb. Anything with a flame. I'd settle for two rocks that can make a spark."

Jake got to his feet and started looking for what she wanted. He shot her an occasional glance, but she kept her eyes rooted to the cabin floor. before tonight, he wondered what emotions he would feel when she returned and the emotions she was displaying were exactly what he'd settled on. No matter how much they'd both agreed it was okay, she'd broken her marital vows and now it made her feel like she was back to the Amanda she was before she met him. They'd accepted it but now she had physically betrayed the man she loved more than anything.

But even after last week when they knew she would have to sleep with him, He felt no anger or jealousy at all. Now that she had returned after doing so, he still felt no anger or jealousy. Instead of the anger she must be sure he was feeling, the first emotion that he now felt, he noted, was sorrow for Amanda. She visibly wanted to collapse to the floor and just die right now.

He rummaged through his travel bag as quickly as he could. Finally, his fingers closed on a blue plastic Bic. It had actually been Bill Overbeck's. He'd been missing the old coot a couple of days after he and Amanda had returned and was told that he was gone. He'd ended up waxing nostalgic about their trials and adventures and Bill's war stories in Bill's empty cabin. The lighter had been left behind, sitting on the arm of the couch, and Jake's habit of collecting things, like the lock picks in the chests in the trials, had kicked in and he'd taken it on impulse. Based on how often Bill had smoked, it was one of the best keepsakes he could have had of their shared experiences surviving the killers of the realm.

He held out the lighter to Amanda. She kept looking at the floor, and after she failed to grab it a few times without looking, Jake had finally pressed it to her hand. Without hesitation, she unbuttoned her shorts, muttering, "Fuck. It soaked into them too."

She pulled them off along with her panties, and walked half-naked with her head still down into the little bathroom. Her gait was awkward and she held one hand over her pussy as she visibly shuddered with disgust. She stood in the shower and wiped the bundle between her legs before holding them back up in front of her as she triggered the Bic and touched them with its flame. She waited until the fire took hold, then dropped the clothes on top of the metal drain cover to burn.

She turned from the shower, once again avoiding looking at him. Her eyes darted around the bathroom and her face was twisted in desperation. Her eyes fell on on what she was looking for, and Jake watched her as she scrambled to collect her toiletry bag and squatted on the floor with it in her hands.

"Amanda?"

She paid him no attention, digging through the bag as though looking for some sort of buried treasure. "Where the fuck is it? Come on...Don't tell me I didn't pack it..." She let out a small cry of frustration and turned the bag over, letting its contents spill all over the floor.

"Amanda."

She froze. Slowly, she lifted her small head. Jake watched her struggle with her emotions and watched her mind rage a silent war within her head, and then finally, for the first time since she'd walked through the door, she looked in his eyes.

As she'd predicted, the fears he would hate her had overwhelmed her as she'd walked back to the camp. She'd never felt more dirty. She'd tried to remember what that angry part of her had told her, and had been unable. She begged for it to scream at her again but it had stayed silent, abandoning her when she needed it most. She'd decided before she got to the door that if she could quickly burn her cum-soaked clothes, and find her douche bag and clean the remnants of Frank out of her, that she could face him. The burning had gone just fine, but the douche bag didn't appear to be among her packed toiletries, and she realized now that she'd been stupid to believe for even a minute that she'd have packed the fucking thing for their vacation stay in the cabin. What a fucking idiot, Amanda.

She squatted, shaking, wanting to crawl down the shower drain. I'm not clean. I wanted to be clean before I looked at him. I wanted to feel clean. I wanted to fucking know I was clean before his eyes looked into mine. I wanted to be strong. I fucked another man, and his disgusting stuff is still contaminating me. God I feel so fucking ashamed. How will he not be able to look at me like I'm filthy garbage?

She'd felt invigorated at the Legion camp thinking of how Frank would pay for all of this, but being alone with her mind as she walked, even as Claudette had told her things about her newest date that Amanda had barely listened to, and now that she was staring into Jake's eyes...It just wasn't enough to stop the shame spreading through her body. An anguished sob of guilt and shame escaped her mouth before she sat on the floor, crying and folding completely.

He got up and went over to her, rubbing his hands soothingly on her shoulders. She tried to shove his hands away. "Don't touch me...I'm not fucking clean don't TOUCH me don't TOUCH me until I can get FUCKING CLEAN I don't deserve for you to TOUCH me yet. PLEASE."

For a moment, they struggled until he finally sat next to her and held her tightly She struggled against him for a moment and then relaxed and sobbed into his chest. "Let's go to the couch." He lifted her to her feet but she refused to let him tug her from the bathroom. "Come here...Amanda...Come on, come here."

"Wait...PLEASE...I need...I need a..." She finally grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her waist. He glanced into the shower, and the clothes were a smoldering ball. He sprayed a short burst of water to make sure it was out. Of course, he knew why Amanda had specifically burned those pieces of clothing. As he glanced at the towel around her waist, he wondered if she'd end up burning that too.

Amanda allowed him to tug her to the couch and she let him sit her down down. She was calmed for the moment, and when she looked in his eyes again, he quickly disarmed the potential of another anguished outburst by saying, "Best sex ever, eh?"

She sat there for a moment, completely in shock. Then she let out a snorting laugh mixed with a sob. She said, "Really...rocked my fucking world...At least don't have to feel inadequate. He was a good two inches short of getting past your used part of my pussy and he'd got a pencil dick."

And there was his Amanda again. Who gave a shit what she'd had to do? He loved this small, adorable, cussing, somewhat twisted little woman that had given her his heart. As he had done on the bathroom floor, he once again wrapped his arms protectively around her so she'd know everything was okay. Because it WAS okay.

Jake disarmed her even further by muttering in her ear, "Please don't burn that towel. It's my favorite. If you wanted to burn the towel after you should have used yours." And she let out another snorting laugh despite herself. "Come on, we agreed, spill."

So she talked, and the more she got it out, the more she told him about what had taken place, the more she relaxed, and the more of her desire to wear Frank Morrison's balls as a necklace filled her. And the more she cussed. Lordy, the more she cussed. He didn't think he could ever remember her cussing in her rage more than she was doing right now. Even Quentin Tarantino would be blushing right now.

"So he fucking takes me to his shit-hole cabin, which is only slightly better than the shithole apartment I used to get high in and looks like a creepy fucking dungeon...And there's all these fucking candles lit around the fucking bed, and in his bed, there's both the fucking girl Legion members, who said they were 18, I might add. If either of them had been fucking minors I'd have told them both to get the fuck out right then and there.

She stopped talking. "I know we agreed I'd tell you everything...But do you really want to know about the fucking? I...Fuck...I mean I thought I was prepared for it, I thought I could fucking handle it, but you saw how fucked up I was when I came back. We talked and talked all last week and I still feel like a fucking piece of shit about it happening, and I don't want to make you feel shitty by telling you all the fucking details of it."

"I can handle it. I read my book while you were gone and it helped me not even think about it. This is going to sound completely crazy, but once I started reading, I managed to completely check out until you came back through our door."

She sighed. "I'm at least fucking glad for that. The thought of you sitting here, knowing I was there, and thinking about what was going on the whole fucking time I was gone...Fuck...I'd feel more shitty than I already do."

Jake once again demonstrated his seemingly endless reserves of patience for her. "Amanda, again...It's okay. We have a marriage, we have a relationship, we have love, and yes, we have sex. I know you love our marriage as much as I do, and I know that you will never ever ever break your vows because you feel what you feel with me with someone else who will make you want to. All that happened between you two tonight was sex. I have your heart, and I kept it safely here while you were gone, You can tell me about it. Based on the way you burned your panties...I'm pretty goddamn confident that Frank is in no contention to be the world's greatest lover."

Amanda stared deeply into his eyes. "NONE. Fucking NONE. AT ALL."

She sighed. She would do it, without giving him the play-by-play." So he tells me that his healing power is in his fucking dick, and he has to fuck me in order for me to feel it."

Jake's mouth dropped open. "You're joking." She shook her head. "I'm dead fucking serious. He looked me straight in the fucking eye and told me that to my face."

Jake rolled his eyes and laughed. "Holy shit. And the other two girls believe it?"

Amanda nodded vigorously, occasionally making air quotes with her fingers. "They were actually there because it was my "first time" experiencing Frank's "healing energy," and they fucking wanted to be there to watch and share in the "glorious fucking event."

Jake threw himself against the back of the couch in exasperation. "Oh my God."

"You know the news stories and the books about the guys like Manson and Koresh? How they got their female followers to screw them, married or not?"

Jake nodded. Amanda said, "That's exactly what Frank's "energy" bullshit got me thinking of. I mean that's probably the kind of bullshit they told their followers to get laid, and because they're young and impressionable, Julie and Susie completely believe it. Manson and Koresh were charismatic. Frank isn't quite in their league, but he's close. I don't see Legion as a group of four equal killers. Now, it really seems like a cult, and if Frank had access to as many chicks as Koresh and Manson had, I have no doubt he'd be trying to sell his energy bullshit to everyone. But even more, I think they'd fuck him without the bullshit excuse. They're that fucking brainwashed by him. I had already let him believe I wanted it even before he fucking told me the energy bullshit, but I think he used it so much on the two girls that it was ingrained in him to also use it to influence me. I don't know if he needs to feel there's something extra special about his sexual prowess to boost his ego, or if it's just an excuse he created to convince the girls he's not a shitty, using lay. Or maybe he read about the fucking technique in some fucking cult leader playbook and energy is his go-to fucking lie. I have no idea, but I almost had to bite my fucking tongue in half to keep from laughing at the story and the weird fucking ceremony he made it into."

She stared at the floor. "So he tells Susie to "prepare him." Amanda continued with her air quotes. "So she gets out of bed and starts fucking undressing him...And that's when I got my own fucking knife twist in."

Jake looked at her, confused. "You remember the condoms?" He nodded. "Well as she's "preparing him," (air quotes) I tell him I'm scared of getting pregnant here and that you wear condoms when we have sex and that I snagged them for protection. I...May be ready for a child someday, but not now...And then...I fucking gave him the XL and said it was the brand you use."

Jake snorted. Amanda held up her hand, at the point of losing it. "And he...He fucking looks at it, and...He fucking says...I don't think it's going to fit."

And then she did lose it. She howled. And Jake howled. And they twisted on the couch in hysterical laughter, bumping into each other, until their sides hurt. For Amanda, it was almost a complete tension releaser. And then they collected themselves. Then Jake let out another snort, and then so did Amanda, and they lost it again. And just when they thought they were done, Amanda snorted one more time and they went back to howling.

And as he collected himself, Jake grabbed her and kissed her, and her body melted into him as she pressed back against him fiercely. He suddenly felt full of love for her. She'd calculated, she'd planned, and she'd executed. She'd taken those condoms for that exact moment, and had gotten herself, and by default, Jake, a victory. She'd managed to humiliate Frank, even if it was for one brief moment, and completely get away with it.

And after they parted, Amanda felt another wave of relief rush over her and was convinced that he had to be hiding his angel wings somewhere, because she could tell that he truly was not mad at her at all, and she didn't fucking know how he couldn't be but she was so fucking grateful anyway that she didn't care. She finally, in that moment, did not question whether she deserved him. She had him and thank the Entity she did.

And then suddenly, briefly, that rational, angry part of her that had screamed at her for her stupidity before she'd crossed the legion border did so again.

OF COURSE HE'S NOT FUCKING MAD AT YOU. AMANDA, YOU HAVE GOT TO ACCEPT THE FACT THAT YOU FINALLY FOUND AND MARRIED A MAN WHO COMPLETELY FUCKING ADORES YOU AND ALWAYS WILL. AND YOU CAN BET THAT BECAUSE HE KNOWS YOU SO WELL, THAT HE'S GOING TO MAKE LOVE WITH YOU BEFORE YOU GO TO SLEEP BECAUSE HE KNOWS YOU NEED HIM TOO. THIS MAN IS YOUR SOULMATE AND HE KNOWS YOU INSIDE AND OUT. PULL YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS AND LET YOURSELF FINALLY BE HAPPY. THE ONLY THING KEEPING YOU FROM THAT HAPPINESS IS YOU.

Goddamn it, where were you 30 minutes ago? She sat quietly for a moment, knowing that voice was right, and promising to listen. Jake sat quietly, waiting for her to continue.

"So...I told him you got the regular sized one by mistake," Jake started giggling again. "And he said that would work. And then he fucking tells Susie to "prepare the condom for the energy injection" or whatever. Now I'm not stupid. I know that means 'cut a fucking hole in this fucking thing,' but I stare at the ceiling and let them think I'm too fucking stupid to figure it out."

Jake's face went red. "That is SUCH a fucking dick move. Guys popping holes in condoms like that. What an asshole." And again Amanda felt a wave of feelings for this man. Because she was describing what Frank did to it before HE fucked HER, and Jake reacted like he was telling her about it happening to a friend or a sister, and not Amanda herself. Was there anything she could do that would ever make her worthy of this man?

YEAH. I TOLD YOU. START BY REMOVING YOUR HEAD FROM YOUR FUCKING ASS. YOU WERE THERE A MINUTE AGO, FOR LIKE A FULL MINUTE YOU DIDN'T ASK YOURSELF IF YOU WERE WORTHY OF HIM. YOU WERE JUST HAPPY HE WAS YOURS. WHAT A GLORIOUS FUCKING MINUTE THAT WAS. BUT SURPRISE SURPRISE, YOU'RE BACK TO THINKING THAT AFTER ALL THESE YEARS OF BETTERING YOURSELF AND MAKING BOTH YOUR LIVES AS HAPPY AS YOU CAN MAKE THEM, OF DOING EVERYTHING YOU POSSIBLY COULD TO MAKE HIM AS HAPPY AS HE MAKES YOU, THAT EVEN AFTER ALL THAT YOU STILL FUCKING DON'T DESERVE HIM. YOU SHOULD ASK THE ENTITY FOR A WHIP SO YOU CAN FLOG YOURSELF IN PENNANCE FOR HOURS EVERY DAY FOR YOUR SINS, SINCE LETTING YOURSELF DIE FOR HIM AND ALL THE OTHERS IN THE CAMP IN TRIALS TO ALLOW THEM TO ESCAPE STILL HASN'T MADE YOU FORGIVE YOURSELF. WHEN ARE YOU FUCKING GOING TO FORGIVE YOURSELF AMANDA? SOMETIMES IT'S FRUSTRATING AS FUCK. I HOPE THAT WHEN HE DOES WHAT I TOLD YOU HE'S GOING TO DO, AND YOU SEE THAT HE WANTS TO FUCK YOU JUST AS MUCH NOW AS HE DID BEFORE YOU LEFT, AND YOU SEE THAT YEAH, HE WILL DEFINITELY ALWAYS WANT YOUR BODY, AND YOUR HEART, AND YOUR LOVE, AND YOUR MARRIAGE, THAT YOU'LL FINALLY FUCKING START LISTENING TO ME MORE.

She didn't know where this voice had been hiding for the past two decades, but she found herself appreciating it's blunt pep talks more and more.

She shook her head, then sighed. This was the really shitty part. She focused on making it PG-13. "So he's, you know...And if course I feel the condom fucking break entirely, but I keep pretending not to notice because I'm pretending to be a completely fucking hypnotized moron, and then...Susie and Julie each grab one of my hands."

"While he was...?"

"While he was...And I'm fucking laying there and I'm thinking about how I'm going to need to shower with fucking bleach. And while I certainly won't go into detail, I can tell you that his...Um...Technique...Told me that he absolutely fucks just for himself. I mean he was only interested in getting himself off. I could have been a fucking sex doll. I will bet you anything you want that Julie and Susie haven't had an orgasm in years, if he ever gave them one at all. If he'd passed me money for Heroin after, I wouldn't have been...What's that look for?"

Jake's expression was one of relief. And he said, "Honestly...I was a little, mind you, A LITTLE, worried that even though there was no way you wanted it, that physically, your body might respond. After all, it's sex. This may sound awful, but I'm honestly not upset at all that it sucked. I'm sorry, because I know that means that it was even more horrible than you're able to tell me. But still, I'm thrilled he was as shitty at fucking as he is in general."

She put her hand on his shoulder. "It did suck. I mean that thought was in my own head after. And you know what else? I fucking thought exactly the way you did. I was glad I didn't fucking enjoy it. I was glad it fucking sucked too. I was kind of dry, even though we'd fucked earlier, and so when he...Nope, no warm up, he just rammed it in me and it fucking hurt for awhile. When it was over, I hadn't even been close to fucking cumming. In fact, I don't even remember feeling a tingle."

She held his face in her hands and locked her eyes with his. "It was, and I'm not just saying this to make you feel better, the worst fucking sex I've ever had, that I can remember. I thought afterward that the only way it could have improved is if I'd been in a fucking coma."

And Jake believed her completely. He could see it in her eyes. She was telling him the complete truth. And after a moment, they both shared a chuckle at the fact they were actually celebrating that Amanda had just had awful and shitty sex with that cretin.

As the chuckling died away, Amanda was shocked at how completely normal the conversation was, given the circumstances.

"So then he's fucking laying there on me after, and he fucking grabs my face and starts telling me, "Open your senses! Feel my energy. Do you feel it? It was behind my sperm, now that the sperm is out of the way my energy is entering you, do you feel it?"

Jake just stared at her with his mouth open and Amanda nodded. MMMHMMM. "So I lie and tell him I feel it "healing me. And fuck I wanted to fucking vomit. If we could eat here, I know I'd have projectile vomited all over him. It would have been like that girl from the fucking Exorcist."

The look on Jake's face told her he wanted to fucking vomit too. Also like that girl in the fucking Exorcist.

"So he gets up, to my complete fucking relief because I could not stand to feel him on top of me for a fucking minute longer, and he makes the lamest fucking apology ever for the condom "breaking," and then...Oh my god...He tells me it's a fucking blessing, or something like that."

"What the fuck?" Jake looked at her, astonished.

"That's what I fucking thought. And this...OH FUCK, Jake. What he does next...It fucking pissed me off even more than I thought possible. He gets back into bed next to me, and he takes my hand...And as he's lying to my face he TWISTS MY FUCKING WEDDING RING ON MY FINGER."

Jake's face reddened with anger. "He was proud. He believed he'd manipulated a married woman into fucking him and that you believed his bullshit. He's literally celebrating with that move right there."

Amanda nodded. "So as he's victory twisting my ring, he tells me that the condom would have...Interfered...with his energy getting inside me."

"Oh for fuck's SAKE!" Jake threw his hands into the air in his exasperation. "He just wanted unprotected sex. That's IT."

Amanda nodded. "But don't worry, he tells me, I can't get pregnant here. No fucking shit. If he would have been able to get me pregnant, I wouldn't have let him near me without three fucking condoms on his fucking pencil dick first. So I'm laying there like a fucking airhead calling my self dumb for asking him to put the rubber on, and then we start getting dressed and Julie freaks out and asks when I'm coming to stay. I mean I told some pretty inventive lies about my controlling husband, but no doubt he told them you were fucking Jeffrey Dahmer."

"Anyway," she sighed. "He asks me if I'm open to moving there if her were to ask and naturally I fucking bottle up my anger and fucking say yes, so he tells me how fucking happy he is and yadda yadda yadda, and then, to my complete fucking relief, I got the fuck out of there."

She frowned. "He didn't ask me to join Legion tonight. I was hoping, because I know that would get this over with faster, but he just hinted at it. No offer, no suggestions of trying to train me to be a killer again, just vague hints. when Julie started up her shit I thought it might make it happen, but nothing. Fuck it. I still want to watch his face when he knows I've beaten him. I will wait until the last possible moment letting him believe I'm 100 percent with him and then I will stab him in the fucking heart."

She paused. "And now...I know. I know I can finish this. I know you'll support me. You said you would and I believed you but now you showed me and now I know. I know you won't hate me." Amanda's words picked up speed as she babbled out her next words. "And as pathetic and vain as this sounds, I know...That you'll still want to fuck me. I was terrified of that and it fully set in how terrified I was right before I went over the border tonight but by then it was too late to do anything. And it's crazy and fucked up because I tell you how much I love you and I know you fucking believe me and I know you fucking love me too but sometimes my mind tells me shitty things and so I still need to fuck you. I still need to be able to show you with my body what I feel for you in my heart and let you show me the same way with your own body because when you do and when you're in me it shuts my fucking brain off and can just feel our love being shared between us and fuck Jake I fucking love you so much it hurts."

She finally quit babbling and he held her tight. And as he worries evaporated her mind wandered to a completely separate topic. She smiled and said, "Joey and Claudette are really fucking cute together, and once this is fucking over, in addition to what the Entity will do for us, they'll get something out of this too. And that's kinda fucking awesome."

"Yes, Of course the offer I made to you remains in place," the Entity said in their heads. Amanda was basically naked except for the towel and she suddenly had the irrational thought that now that the God was in their presence she should put some fucking pants on and show some decorum for fuck's sake.

They both sat up on the couch. She let out a nervous giggle and said, "If we say your name in the mirror the correct number of times, will we see a physical manifestation of you? I honestly wouldn't be surprised if you looked like Tony Todd."

The Entity was silent. "I do not understand the reference. I'm assuming from one of the Earth films?"

Amanda nodded. "Candyman."

"I'm sure the film is charming. However, I have no appearance, so I will save you the effort of repeating my name in front of the mirror," The Entity said with that little trace of sarcasm she knew so well. "My apologies, I was not intending to startle you. However, since I have given you my request, I feel it is only appropriate that I consult with you now that another phase is completed. I have complete awareness that your actions tonight were not easy to perform, but you were able to complete them to the best of your abilities. Morrison's punishment continues to grow more severe, But I remain firm in my belief that my punishment is not enough. Only by you defeating him, only by you humiliating him, will he truly suffer. I am aware of the difficulties of tonight. I am aware it was upsetting. However, his removal must be from a glaringly punishable action. Attempting to recruit you, beyond the realm rules, into Legion. It cannot be from a simple...Oversight."

Jake said, "We understand. Both of us. I promise you. She'll get him to do what she needs, and I'll support her every step of the way. Now that we've had a chance to talk, and I've had a chance to calm her, I'd say we're handling it extremely well. Surprisingly, I'm handing it even better than her, but then...She's the one that has to...You know..."

"I did not view those activities. I am not a voyeur. But I was present at the camp this evening, Following your departure, I secretly looked into his mind, and, to put it bluntly, as you would, he believes you are almost completely wrapped around his finger, that you believed everything he told you, and, to put it mildly, that you are a complete and total idiot. As this was what you were intending to make him believe, I can tell you that you were completely successful."

The Entity's voice deepened with anger. "Despite not speaking the words to you, as I know we both wished he would, Mentally, he is still under the belief that he is in total control of his realm and that he can simply choose for you to become a killer. I was as angered as you that he only thought, and did not speak aloud, of his invitation. If he had, I would have considered that enough of an infraction to remove him. Alas, the game will continue for another week. I will enjoy watching you as you show him how wrong he is. When you told him tonight that you received permission to become a survivor, he did not wonder for even a moment where you received that permission from. You mentioned permission again when you manipulated him with your lie of wanting to return to your realm. Again, nothing. I'm not even sure he understands it is me who punishes him for his trial failures. He certainly does not believe he is punished by the realm's...Doorman."

The final words dripped with the Entity's venom. Even though they both knew it was not angry at them, they both shifted in their seats.

It calmed itself. "Even though I do not regularly wish to repeat myself after making a statement, I believe in this case it to be necessary. I am aware that both of you this evening participated and allowed activities far beyond the normal expectations of this realm, and I once again express my gratitude to both of you for participating in them to assist in the removal of this...Oversight. You asked me once why I did not simply address the issue in the simple way, and you accepted my response and then engaged in assisting me in this particular course of action. While I am sure that now you do have some desire to once again ask for the simple solution, I know that you will not do so because you understand that while I have the power to do so...I do not have the capability. You will continue to do what is necessary even though it is emotionally damaging due to your admiration and respect of me, and because I have allowed you to participate in it of your own free will. I...Do not feel gratitude, but...I am capable of understanding it. Thus, I express gratitude for your actions tonight, and those that are to come."

For one brief moment, the Entity only spoke to Amanda. "I also an unable to feel human empathy of friendship. However, it is a bond quite sacred, nearly as much as the bond of your marriage. I am familiar enough through observation to understand its importance. It pleases me that you view me with that sacred human sentiment, even though I lack the ability to return the sentiment to you."

Amanda smiled into the air and gave a slight nod.

"Now that you've faced this unpleasantness, The overall purpose of this visit is an attempt to approach you both with the human feeling that you would describe as compassion. I was seeking to confirm that you two are coping, and will be able to recover from the actions which took place tonight, and based on your words and actions, I believe that question is sufficiently answered in the affirmative."

Jake nodded. Frank had to be stopped. especially now. Amanda stared at the ceiling. "We're in this to the bitter fucking end."

Such strong humans, this pair, the Entity thought. Definitely its favorites. Definitely worthy of what it was offering, and then some. The Entity felt more than compassion for their actions. It also felt gratitude. They would, as Amanda stated, stay involved until the bitter end, because the Entity was incapable of resolving the...Oversight...In the simpler of the two ways.

"If you should seek to make your fantasies a reality...Amanda I will allow you to participate in his destruction. I suspect, once he verbally attempts to recruit you, he will manipulate you into the murder of Jake as your official entry into Legion. That, based on my understanding of the man, would be the last possible moment you seek to reveal your true purpose, and reveal you were never manipulated by his ruse, it was he who was manipulated by you. I will twist him in pain until you are satisfied, and when you have seen him suffer to your satisfaction, I will banish what is left of him to the woods whence he came. If you wish him to return absent a certain appendage so you can turn it into a trinket to bedazzle your neck...You have my full permission to do so. After all, you possess the necessary blade."

Jake kind of had an inkling to what the Entity was saying, but he still looked at his wife and arched an eyebrow. Amanda smiled sweetly and said, "I thought about cutting off his dick and making it into a necklace. Now that I've seen his dick in person and felt what it's like, I know it's small enough that it won't make me walk with hunched shoulders."

Jake guffawed.

Talking about...THAT, reminded Amanda of why she was currently wearing a towel. Amanda could feel the sensation of his liquifying spunk trickling from between her legs again. She once again felt a brief panic when she remembered that her douche cleanser was not in the toiletry bag. But that terror was quelled when she realized that the solution to that problem was right in front of her. Or above her. Or behind her. Or all around her. "I have one question."

The Entity, more cordial than they had ever heard it, said, "I can provide you with a strong metal chain that will easily carry its weight."

Amanda had a moment of shock when she realized the Entity was promising a nice chain to put Frank's dick on. She recovered quickly and said, "No, not about that...If I create a mental image in my head, could you create the item in that mental image for me?"

The Entity chuckled. "I imagine on your 50th year in this realm the realization that I can create worlds will become ingrained in you. Think it."

So Amanda did. And in mere seconds, a squeezable rubber ball with a long tube appeared on the couch. She felt both immense relief and slight humiliation. She'd asked the Entity to create her a douche bag, which now meant there were two in the realm. Soon, she'd help the Entity get rid of the other one.

The Entity found the strange contraption confusing. "My curiosity is piqued. You must explain to me the significance."

Amanda flushed a deep red. "It's a literal douche bag, for cleaning out the...You know." She gestured at the towel.

The Entity was silent for a moment. Amanda's face got even redder as she Entity processed that Amanda had asked the God to make a tool for her to clean out her pussy. But of course the Entity was incapable of embarrassment. "I can see how that would be of importance, especially after the events of tonight." The Entity's tone shifted to one of light sarcasm. "I could also attempt to recreate the chemical components of bleach. And since I am completely aware that you will never ask me to provide you with a personal planet, I am willing to instead offer you several sheets of soft-grade sandpaper."

Amanda was unable to stifle a giggle and she was sure her face was so red that at any moment, Santa would appear and ask her to guide his sleigh. "That's not necessary, but thank you for the offer."

The Entity, having enjoyed its brief moment to participate briefly in a round of get the goat with Amanda, made one more sarcastic comment before leaving. "I'm not sure the exact sentiment to express in this situation, so I will depart and hope that you have a very satisfying and successful cleansing."

They were alone, staring into space. Jake guffawed again. Amanda's mouth wrinkled into a mock scowl as she lightly beat her hands into his chest until his laughter was stifled. They sat there, next to each other, feeling incredibly better than they had when she'd first arrived. They were silent, staring off into space. Then Jake turned to Amanda. After a moment, Amanda turned her own head towards Jake. A moment later, their eyes met.

"I fucking love you," she told him with a smile.

"I fucking love you too," Jake responded with a smile of his own.

And after that, Amanda had been unable to think of doing anything else but kissing her man. She grabbed his head and locked her lips with his. Jake pressed his own lips to her fiercely. He pushed her onto her back on the couch, and as she felt the towel separate as he nestled himself between her legs Amanda had to physically force herself to stop him. He wouldn't have cared, it was completely obvious, and even though she was incredibly grateful that even...That...Didn't make him hesitate in his desire for her, she couldn't make it acceptable to herself.

"Wait," she said, as she pressed her hands to his chest. He stopped himself. "I want you. I need you so fucking bad. I don't think I've ever fucking needed you more than I do right now. But I will not be fucking dirty when you do it to me I will not let you be sloppy thirds. No fucking way. I will not let the man I fucking love be that, no sir."

She jumped off the couch, recovered the douche bag from where it had fallen to the floor, then ran to the shower, and stepped under the spray when the water was warm. She washed her body, then she filled the ball with water, used it, filled it again, used it. She was almost obsessive. Finally Jake said, "Amanda. You're clean. For God's sake, you're clean. You're clean and I need to be inside you, right fucking now."

Was she? Yes. If Jake felt she was clean, she was clean. And considering Jake had used her favorite word, it was obvious that he fucking wanted her as badly right now as she fucking wanted him.

And then, dripping wet, she stormed out of the shower and grabbed him. And even though she was much smaller than he was she pulled him to his feet with such desperation and need that the seam under the armpit of his shirt ripped.

She fell on the bed and let her legs fall open. Unlike earlier, she wanted to expose herself and let him see her. She was wet from the shower, and the cleanse, but in her anticipation of the sweet sensation that only Jake could make her feel, her own juices has stirred in her so strongly she was practically gushing. Jake wasted no time in stripping off his clothes and he quickly and laid on top of her damp body. Already he was rock hard. Unlike Frank, he dipped his fingers in her even though he knew she was soaking wet for him, and smiled at her as he displayed his soaking wet fingers.

And even knowing she was soaked for him he still slid himself inside of her very slowly, savoring her tightness with his eyes closed until his cock was completely gripped by her. Then his deep passionate thrusts into her began. As she lost herself for the millionth, maybe billionth time in the blissful sensation of him thrusting deeply inside of her, that angry, yet rational voice that had shut up the one that constantly nagged her with doubts spoke up one more time.

SEE? I FUCKING TOLD YOU SO.

As the pleasurable sensations surged through her body, Amanda smiled to herself. Yes, the voice had indeed told her so, and it was right. Jake would always want her and she would always want him...No matter what.

They moved, they moaned, the gasped, they screamed. Both poured everything they felt for each other into their sex. For more than an hour, he made her cum again and again and every time she rode the high she knew he loved her deeply and wanted her always and needed her always and they were going to be alright. And even though she was exhausted after her repeated orgasms, she needed that final, absolute cleanse. She found the strength through her exhaustion to squeeze him and milk him until he finally filled her with his second load of his satisfying sperm, obliterating the remnants of Frank Morrison completely.

They both collapsed, twisted up in each other, completely exhausted. They held each other tightly, squeezing each other and seemingly vowing never to let each other go. They'd never once had bad sex. But somehow, the tension of the situation, their desperate need to use their bodies to tell each other nothing between them had changed at all, and the complete acceptance they had after each of their bodies had proved to both of them that nothing HAD changed at all, lifted them to heights they'd never dreamed of.

And as she looked at him with her eyes half closed, savoring the sensation of his cum trickling out of her, and as he looked at her the same way, Amanda said, "And that...Was the best sex I've ever had." And Jake smiled at her and said, "Same here."

And they let sleep overtake them, twisted in each other as the sweat from their sex slowly dried on their