The First Betrayal

When last we saw Eve she was getting dressed in her new uniform. A nifty little dress, that looked so domestic and retro a pin-up would have blushed.

This did not last long.

Very soon her clothing came to life. Her gloves pulled her hands into tight fists, and lost the give of a fabric, now they encased her like little balls of ungiving plastic. Her heels locked themselves into place and shot to heights so steep she was walking on her tip toes. These were the kindest of her alterations. Her underwear, dress, petticoats were crueler and more ambitious with their transformations. For the most part they remained modest on the outside, but the inside was a swarming bed of tentacles. And they were curious, the wet little things, invaded her vagina, her anus, urethra, there were two that felt like needles in her nipples too! Over time she felt them inflating like a bladder, stretching out the perfection of her creation to their obscene standards.

She decided to bare these tribulations. She was a housewife afterall, and she couldn't just go out naked! What would the neighbhors say about her husband? Besdies any other dress would meet the same fate. So with all the pride of a home maker, she ventured out into the world. She had 3VP to spend afterall, and that darling Helen deserved a treat after all she'd been through.

She'd walked to town before, but she'd overestimated the difficulty the heels would add to the journey maybe it wasn't just the heels. She was drunk, majorly drunk, drunk enough to keep the migraines, and headaches away. She was painfree but she was swaying, and the heels made her fall more than once. Then again maybe it wasn’t that she was drunk. By now the tentacles invading her hole, had swollen enough that a second pair could join. The invaders deflated, and she was treated with a repeat of the first invasion. Her insides were now wriggling with their unwelcome advances.

The pain was excrutiating, but so was the pleasure. As they stretched, they rubbed, and they poked, they caressed. Something had wrapped around her clit. She could feel it pulsing, and constircting around her joy button like a tiny hole for her tiny cock, but it was also stabbing her clit, pleasure would pulse through her followed by a sharp pain, followed by more pleasure like an apology.

As she stumbled and fell along the path two more Eve's joined her. "Our clothes are being so good to us!" Cried the Eve to the left, cleary in the midsts of pleasure.

"Rip these off, they're toruting us." Cried the Eve to the right, agony painted on her face.

"Way too drunk." She mumbled to herself, as she looked at the dopplegangers. "She swiped at one of them to make sure it was fake, but over extended and went tumbling down the side of a hill, into a patch of trees. "Arooo!" She cried out, not in pain, but confusion. Her face was stretching out into a canid muzzle. Fur was growing along on body. Next to her another canid head was weeping, and a third was crying out in pleasure.

Her bloomers stabbed her clit again, and she blacked out.

---

When she woke up the doppelgängers were gone, but there was a new sensation to **** her. A migraine, and thoughts of the master.

The master.

That's where her thoughts were.

All she could think about was the blinding morning sun, the stabbing pain in her eyeballs, and The Master's schedule. He was so much open time. He only had a girl entertaining him during the night. That was so many hours left to himself. Private time was important of course, but they were his harem. They should be attending to his needs 24/7. Even if he wanted to be alone, there should at least be one girl at his door ready to fetch something for him, or be fucked.

She began wondering who, and mentally started preparing stat cards for each girls. She made schedules, lists. Who would get him when, and how. Which pairs would be best for back to back encounters. Who would he dine with, not Boudica or Mary. She could somehow tell that Boudica's ability to carry on a meaningful conversation would soon be compromised... or already was?

What day was it?

And then her list felt incomplete. That was only for one day, what about a week? A month? She had work to do.

As he garmets poked, and proded at her body she closed her eyes and began to think on how to best manage her master's time for the most pleasure to him. Ocasionally her clothing would give her an orgasm, and she would feel like it was her reward.

She was a very good secretary.

---

She passed out again fantasizing about giving performance reviews.

She couldn't recall anything from these moments. Only that she was horny, and no matter how many tentacles her bloomers fucked her with, it wasn't enough.

---

Back to business.

She had the schedule, and the business approach for how to make this harem work. But she was stopped by one thing. They were still an unorganized, undisciplined pack of bitches with no lead. She set her schedule aside, pulled her uselessly encased hands away from her squirming mound, and began to plan on how she would train and break each of the girls to their role.

Olympias well-meaning mistress that she was had some good ideas, but she was going along it the wrong way. Each girl needed their own training, their own conditioning. They each needed to be locked in a cage and tended to until their minds were broken and blank. Then they could be rebuilt

She vaguely remembered arriving at the store at long as, and buying a collar for Olympias. She would need the most care, the most attention. She could be Eve's special project. She could still be the harem's mistress... deputy mistress. What better way to learn than by being Eve's apprentice... well more like a pet is what Eve was imagining, but still. She'd learn so much at Eve's feet.

The memory ends there, when she left the door to the outside the pain was excuisite. Besides, the tentacles were stabbing her milkducts again...

---

"What the hell happened to you?" Erica was in a state, as she tried to pick Eve up off the side of the road. One of the tentacles swarming about her clothing, tried to grab her, causing her to scream and back way. "Eve these clothes are killing you!"

"I can wear what I want, gaw!" Eve shot back brattily. Why the fuck had she put in so much working thinking of a schedule, and training routine for these facists? Fuck, that shit was boring. She just wanted tow watch tv and suck daddy's cock.

"Fuck." Erica exhaled, and rolled her sleeves up. "Alright, here goes."

It was cargnage for the next frew minutes, as Erica ripped, and bit at the clothing, **** to continue their hold over Eve. They flailed, and whipped, and jabbed at her with needle like appendages. But wherever Erica laid her hand, she would rip and another patch of Eve's perfect skin would be exposed, shining with sweat and the mucus of whatever life inhabited her clothing. Though Erica cringed, and barked during her battle with the clothing, there was a sinister sparkle in her eye, that singaled a certain kind of pleasure was taken in the conflict.

"Aaaaah!" Eve moaned, as tentacles where pulled free of her ass and pussy. Each gaped wildly, contracting like a thirsty sailor, eager to fill his mouth with water.

"Last one!" Erica placed her hands over Eve's bra, the last remaning garment. Though now tentacles were spilling out of all sides of it, and the bullet bra form now looked more like the shell of great crabs. "Hold your breath!"

Erica braced her leg on the ground, and puuuuuulled!

"OoOOoooh!" Eve arched her back, inch after inch of slimey apendage was pulled free of her nipples. They'd made themselves at home inside of her and had created two new fuckholes for the master's use. There was plenty of real estate to work with in Eve's bimbo body, and the mass of tentacles Erica pulled free was a marvel. "I came." She said breathlessly now naked in the winter air.

"Well that was disturbing." Erica huffed, then suddenly straigtened up. "Ah shit!" She frantically ripped her shirt free, as she felt it start to wringle atop her skin. It too was transforming into whatever monstrous clothing Eve was wearing.

"I can't even touch you anymore." Erica said a little heartbroken.

"Only naked..." Eve said, a moment of clairty arriving in her battered mind.

"What happened to you, you've been gone for days."

Even closed her eyes. She was clenching and uncleanch a fistful of snow. Her nipples, all her holes were gaping holes, dripping slime. Her nipples puckered, they looked, and felt empty and hungry. Her clit was an angry demonic red, swollen beyond belief. It looked three inches long at least. A mico penis.

"I don't think those clothes are for extended use."

"I'm getting you to a doctor." Erica began to lift Eve again but was caught short, when the woman started crying.

"You came for me!"

Erica smiled sadly, and decided that they'd have to make due with eachother's company for a few minutes longer. She sat Eve's had down on her lap (careful to only let Eve’s head touch bare flesh.) and stroked her long dark hair, which was a mirror of her own. She suddenly felt robbed by this show. Not of her dignity, or body, mind, not even her faith, and the great duty God had entrusted with her. She felt robbed of the opportunity to know this wonderful woman. So much of Eve in this game was her being a reflection of others. Where had that true Eve gone? "Of course I did, I said we'd finish your challenge today, didn't I?"

---

Eve had just woken up, but had not yet opened her eyes. She had a feeling, a familiar feeling. Like all of creation was holding it's breath, and waiting for her to open her eyes. You know that feeling where the angels of the impossible have spent all night weaving you dreams to help you explore what can't be, and yourself, and you know, you just know the angels of creation have been hard at work creating new animals, and vistas for you to meet and explore?

It's something she had not felt for a long time.

She could not bare to open her eyes.

But the tears came out anyway.

She felt a hand touch hers, a warm hand, soft, sturdy, perfect in all ways.

Yeah... that was the bravery she needed.

She opened her eyes, and the world seemed to appear like the glorious notes of an opening symphony. Birds tweeted excitedly, the breeze kissed her awake, and the sky glowed a warm perfect purple. She turned her head, and couldn't keep the smile from her face. She saw it reflected in the face that was looking at her. Pure excitement, like a child on christmas morning. He was so handsome she thought she was going to die. She of course loved all her children, but this man was truly perfect.

Adam.

The two sat up, and right on time the sun began to rise. It took just enough time that they could enjoy the last shades of the night, as that roaring orb exposed all the world for them to see and play within.

"Mmm pretty good." Adam said, rubbing his chin in awe of the morning glory.

"Aaaaaaah." Eve expelled 5 million years of agony in a single horrified breath. "It's beautiful!"

She jumped to her feet, and felt her normal weight. She looked down at herself. None of the show's inperfections glared at her. She was perfect again!

Who cares?

She sprinted out into the garden!

The world was perfect again!

The grass crandled her feet, the rocks were smooth and held firm when she wavered, the wind propelled her forward! Up ahead was a cliff. She could see a beautiful path that lead down into the forest below. It was no doubt crafted to give her a gentle start to the morning, to build anticipation for what wonders the forest could contain.

The world had made her impatient!

She sprinted, and jumped off the clift. Her perfeclt legs propelled her an impossible distance, where her aim brought her to a tree.

She could feel the angels panicking, surrounding her. She'd only realized they existed when she was exiled. But they were ever present. Protecting, guiding, catering. Even in the broken world she'd created, they were still about. That's what she found most disturbing about Skylar's world. There was no love in her Eden, no angels. Just it's sick god, and the animals at her command.

Well anyway, they led her safely into the branches of her chosen tree. She caught a branch with her hands and pulled herself up. Trees in Eden had no bark just soft pulp. Before her eyes were marvelous blue fruits that hung from the tree's branches. She could practically hear them call out "You found us!"

She held a hand out, and could feel the anticipation build within them. Each silently called out to her, wanting to be the first one to show her how they tasted, what their insides looked like, the glory of their seeds. She chose the left one, and bit into it. It was a juicy thing, it's sweet nectar poured down her chin.

Moments later, Adam landed on the branch above her. He hooked his knees onto the branch, and flipped upside down. His blonde hair hung down like stalagtites. "I noticed you being particularly bold this morning, and it's stirred feelings of awe and admiration in me." He said sweetly.

She smiled. "I'm feeling overwhelming joy. I feel like I have come home."

"Home?" He grabbed a fruit for himself, and paired his eating face was a confused face. "What is home?" How often it was that these two had to introduce new words to one another. The angels had crafted for them a beautiful and perfect language, but it lacked many details a human would need, that a angel would never even notice.

"You are home." He giggled. "The world is home!" She jumped to her feet. "I AM HOME!" Her voice swept across the whole of creation, and it smiled.

"Yes you are." It said back.

"My admiration grows." Adam smiled.

Eve's eyes graced his hardening member, impressive conisering all the blood must have been going towards his head. "Yes I can see that."

---

Eve couldn't believe it.

Sex was THIS good?

They'd been having sex like this in Eden, and they did anything but this? She traded this in for anxiety, and a period?

What was the point of describing it?

Better than anything the show had or could manage.

There were no gadgets, no tricks, no schemes, no ludicrious situations. This was man and woman. This was a key fitting into the lock made for it, and opening the door.

That door lead to the pleasure dimension, and it was pouring out of her.

"You're perfect, you're perfect, you're, perfect, you're perfect!"

——-

After sex they frolicked and all the splendors of the world was theirs, from domineering mountains to gentle fields. All the animals of the world came to them to play. The tigers would tackle and fight with them, the coyotes would demand to be chased, and once they were hot and sweaty, a herd of sheep stopped on by, and convinced them to rest on their clean sweet smelling wool.

“This has been the best day.” Eve sighed, sinking into her pillow. Birds descended on the gathering to sing sweet melodies, and a skunk had settled in her lap to join in the nap.

“Seemed pretty standard to me.” Adam joked. He’s got her a perfect smile. “Your appreciation of the events did heighten them however. I feel lucky to be in your radiant presence.”

This was a man with unguarded emotions, fearless of hurt, pain, or rejection. Probably because he knew God would just make him a new wife if Eve didn’t perform well. Just as he did with Lilith. Had Adam known? Where was she now?

These dissidents noted rung in her ear. The harmony of the universe suddenly cracking.

Eve closed here eyes, and cleared her thoughts. When she opened them an ant was crawling across her leg.

Without thinking she squashed it, and flicked it away.

Adam noticed. “Why did you do that?” He was perplexed. They weren’t vegans, they would eat animals. But usually the beast would nuzzle up to them grateful it got to nourish their bodies, and become one with them. They they’d lay down, close their eyes and die.

Eve had just taken a life without even asking, and she didn’t even eat it!

He wasn’t mad, or shocked. This was a question of child like innocence. He had no concept of good or evil. Eve had simply performed an act he didn’t understand.

“I didn’t want it to bite me.” Eve explained.

He smiled, ever more confused. “Why would he do that?”

Her lip quivered, her eyes watered, and she couldn’t contain her sorrow. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

She began to howl and beat her hand against her chest. She let out horrified inhuman noises as she sobbed, and moaned. The entire universe seemed to close in on her. Every animal in creation headed to way, heads bowed in confusion.

Muzzles, nudged her, tongues kissed her. dogs, and birds, and porcupines sang out a soothing song for her.

Adam the king of the animals, grabbed her and pulled her in to his embrace. His care for his wife more painful than even the tragedy of the fallen garden. He smelled like a man, he held her so strong, he stroked her hair. He was making her melt.

“I’m sorry.” Eve wept. “I’m sorry!”

“Why sad?” Adam asked.

“Why sad? Why sad? Why sad? Why sad? Why sad? Why sad? Why sad? Why sad? Why sad? Why sad? Why sad? Why sad? Why sad? Why sad? Why sad? Why sad? Why sad? Why sad?“ Asked the lions, and the beavers, and the lizards, and the grass, and the air and the sun, and the angels.

“You’re worried about an ant! Our children kill them by the millions. And more bugs besides that. And, and they call each other bugs, and kill their people just the same! They squish them, and cut them, and shoot them, and put them in camps, and gas them like it’s nothing! And the blow up entire cities, right of the map! Filled with babies! Babies! You haven’t seen one yet, but they are so perfect! And they trample then with horses! And they fly planes into buildings and kill people they hate, even though they don’t know them! And even when they say they love each other, they lie, and hurt, and abandon, and you’re worried about an ant!”

He sobs were immense. Her behavior resembled retching more than crying. There was evil in her and her body wanted it out.

“I’m sorry.” Was all he could say. So cosmically out of his depth, it’s all he could muster.

“Mmmm.” Eve looked to the sky, tears streaming down her eyes.

No wonder.

No wonder God kicked them out. There was a perfection to this place, and she was no longer a part of it. She was a chip in vase, a murmur in the heart. She made everything worse just by being there.

She saw with the eyes of God. She now bore full witness to this world’s perfection. Free of fear. If only she’d known them what she knew now.

Though she selfishly held the intention of staying here forever, she knew it could not be so. Even though she knew the way to live a good and moral life, her mere presence would cause the gardens to rot. She was not the being who entered this garden at the dawn of time. Was she the perfect woman?

Yes.

Forever and always yes.

But she was perfect in a world that was rotten. She had been perfect in a world that was pure. The ceiling on virtue had dropped, and she fell with it.

Now she’d brought **** to Eden.

She was disgusting.

——-

The truth of Eve’s challenge was cruel beyond comprehension. Whatever vulnerability Skylar had shown on Christmas Day was all artifice. This wasn’t simple perversion run amok. This was evil.

If she was to restore Eden and the universe to its perfect state, she would have to destroy it again and this time with the clear eyed intention of a killer.

She brought Adam to the tree of knowledge. That lonely tree on the hill. Its ever-ripe fruit hung on its branches, heavy with consequences. Eve could still taste it, the sweet tang of freedom.

“Try one.” Eve urged her husband, her insides felt like rotting mulch.

This innocent man, king of creation and lord of animals looked to the tree with fear. “God told us not to.”

He had indeed, and he meant it. “I love you.”

“I love you!” He beamed and kissed her. The tree covered then with approving shade. For it was the tree of knowledge and knew of all things. Including the impotence of wit and wisdom in the face of all conquering love.

“I never would have survived the world without you.”

“Of course you would have!” He held her hand. “You’re amazing Eve!”

She wanted to break down again, but grabbed control of her emotions. It needed to be done. This would save the world, end all pain.

What wouldn’t a mother do to protect her children?

She pulled a fruit from its branch. The entire universe grew silent. For the first time the animals stopped and jerked their attention in the direction of a predator. “Try it, God won’t know. He can’t see us under the tree.”

He never stood a chance. Adam was guileless as a babe. His trust in her was absolute, so under her assurances he took the fruit, and bit into its sweet skin.

It was the end of the world.

And the rest is history.

Eve’s target was not Adam, though he does suffer for her crime.

No.

Eve’s target was you.

The whole of the human race.

From Eve to Erica, and every soul in between and beyond.

Your aches, your pains, the daily indignities that make this world awful. She did that. She allowed for that.

Why?

Why you? Why us?

Because she loves you. You, you, you. In all your beauty, in all your wretchedness. For all the daily joys and miseries you being to those around you. When she wins all those pains will be forgotten, those joys magnified. There will come a day where the mere concept of this world is but a vague fretful dream.

But until then the pain is very real.

“Sssssh don’t cry. Don’t fret.” Eve whispered soothingly to the broken world she returned to. Her heart in agony, her children’s wails could be heard from space. “It’s okay, it’s okay. Mommy’s here.”