The Unfuck Machine Ch. 01

Forward.

I want to thank Saddletramp for allowing me to borrow a couple of his characters for this story. Justice O Peace(Eli) and his beautiful wife Elizabeth(Lizzy).

This story is about two other stories, where the women made some bad decisions that cost them their marriages. One of the husbands committed suicide.

I could never find the two stories again after I read them. But they stuck in my mind. So if the authors would please contact me, I will give credit and repost.

The first story starts out with a woman having a long conversation with her husband that had left her, but it turns out she is talking to his gravestone. He committed suicide after finding out about her affair.

The next one was a woman on a business trip who turned 40 while she was out of town on that trip. Her husband and kids decided to surprise her for her birthday. They get there early in the morning to her hotel room. Upon entering her room, they had noticed Susan's suitcase had not been unpacked from her flight, even though she had checked into the room the day before.

She turns around to see her loving husband and kids standing there, and her world collapses around her. Those stories were so well written, you could feel everyone's pain.

I do not remember the original character names, so I chose my own. If the authors contact me, I will correct it.

How many times in stories do the women wish they go back and be UNFUCKED. So this is where I got an idea for the over-the-top story. Think of how many stories could have been saved in Literotica using this device.

Only in Saddle Tramp's world could they be given a second chance to undo the damage they had caused. So again, I thank him for allowing me into his universe.

I want to thank the gentleman that gave me some good ideas to help the story flow better. He does not wish his identity to be known. You know who are.

I also referenced my story February Sucks My Way.

Remember, this is FICTION.

CHAPTER 1

Deal with the Devil

It was a quiet Thursday night at St. Mother Mary's Cathedral. The place was eerily quiet except for the silent sobs of two women kneeling before God prying for mercy. The silent sobbing sounded deafening as they echoed throughout God's sanctuary.

God's churches was designed to bring a feeling of inner peace and solace to the members of his flock. But tonight, it didn't seem to help the two people looking for answers.

The two women looked old for their ages. They wore no make-up, and their hair had no luster. They looked like life had defeated them.

One woman looked up with tears in her eyes spoke. "Dear God, please help me. Please send someone to make my family's pain go away. I deserve all the pain I am feeling and never want to be relieved of it. It is the price of my sins that I must suffer. My husband is a good man. He didn't deserve what I did to him. I cheated and broke my vows to him, and to you God, to forsake all others. Please, bring him peace. He is drinking heavily now to dull the pain I have caused him. And I am scared for his health. My children hate me. And seem to have withdrawn from everything they have known. They are now running with the wrong people. And there is nothing I can do to stop it.

I am not going to ask for forgiveness. I deserve everything that is happening to me. I will be more than happy to spend eternity in hell for what I did. I truly, deserve everything I get. But please show mercy and compassion to my husband and children. Yes, I said, husband. All though we are no longer married in the eyes of the law, I will never be with another man. I am not worthy to ever to be called a wife again." She broke down sobbing again. "Please God, help me."

Over to her right at the other end of the pew was another woman crying and sniffling, praying to God. "Please help me, God. My children need your help. I deserve everything I am going through. Please allow Roger into heaven. He has already lived in hell with me. He knew the only unforgivable sin, is suicide. But he was sick with grief and pain that I caused. He couldn't stand to live life with it. I will be happy to spend eternity in hell if you allow him into heaven.

My kids are falling apart. I found drugs in my son's room and condoms in my daughters. She is only 14, and she is trying to find a replacement for her father's love. I'm responsible for all the pain that I brought on by my foolish pride and what I thought I deserved. The thing I realize now is, my family didn't deserve a woman like me. They deserve a hell of a lot better. Please, send an angel to look over my family. Don't worry about me. I will get what I deserve. There is a special place in hell for foolish women like me." Both women continued to sob.

They could hear the squeak of a door opening and a boom as it closed. Because of the quietness of the church, it sounded like the main gate of a castle opening and closing.

Click ching. Click ching. Click ching. It got louder as the steps approached the front of the church. There was a sound of a person sitting down behind them.

She turned to see a tall elderly cowboy sitting behind them in a pew a few rows from them. He sat with his hat in his hand, waiting for the two ladies to quit praying.

He was a tall, lanky fellow. He had handsome, chiseled features. He dressed as if he walked out of an 1800's cowboy movie.

"Excuse me, sir," said the blond. "Father Flannigan would be upset if he knew you were damaging his marble floors with your spurs."

The old man responded with a grin, "Ma'am, me and father go way back. I talked to him earlier in the day and told him I would be meeting with you two ladies tonight."

The two ladies looked at each other, and the brunette spoke up, "Sir, you must be thinking of another woman. I just stopped by on the spur of the moment to pray."

The blond said, "Me too."

"No, Ma'am, I have been waiting for you two. We knew a week ago you would be here tonight." the old man said smiling.

The woman gasped when they saw the old guns in the man's holster. He gave a warm smile. "Ma'am, I am here as your protector," turning to show the two women his badge. I'm known as Justice O Peace, but my name is Elijah Jones. All my friends call me Eli, Ma'am. I have been assigned to bring you two in tonight. I'm taking you to see the misses. She is in charge of your case."

The women were now terrified of the man and started to stand up. "Ladies. Didn't you both just ask for help with your families." He saw there was still fear in their eyes. He smiled again.

"Let me guess you were expecting wings. I ride a horse," Eli said, chuckling out loud.

"All right, you two, did you ask for help tonight, or did you not?" he asked again.

Both women nodded yes.

"Here is your choice." He went on to explain, "Stay here and keep status quo or come with me where we can fix it, so your adulty never happened. Now, are you game?"

The brunette spoke up, "I can't. I have children, and I need to get back to them. The blond dittoed that answer.

"Don't worry, ladies. It will be as if you never left. Time will stand still for them. I will take you to my misses now. And she can fix everything."

The two ladies froze with fear until they heard a familiar voice come from behind them. It was Father Flannigan. " Please, ladies, go with Eli. He is an old friend of mine. You can trust him, and he will protect you. I believe he can help answer your prayers," he said with a warm comforting tone. He turned to Eli, "Tell Lizzy I said hello." Justice nodded.

Both women followed Justice outside the church to see three horses tied to a tree. He smiled and said, "Pick a horse. They are both very gentle and are easy to ride. The brunette sighed and pronounced, "I've never ridden a horse before."

"Here, let me help you," smiled Justice. He put his hands down together. Please put your left foot here in my hand, and I will help you get on the saddle. A moment later, both ladies were sitting on their horses.

"Are you two ready?" he asked. They both nodded yes.

He took out his lariat and started spinning it. He click his tongue and cheek together." And a moment later, they were walking into an old Western town. The sign read 'Hard Rock.'

They rode and stopped outside a beautiful two-story house. The brunette asked, "Is this where God lives?"

"No, Ma'am. He lives in the Governor's Mansion," Justice explained. He started chucking to himself. And with a twinkle in his eyes, he informed them, "But my goddess, Lizzy, is in there."

The blond burst into tears and said. "My husband used to call me his goddess. The last time he talked to me, he called me a whore."

Justice dismounted from his horse and wrapped the reins around the hitching post. He walked around and helped the two women dismount. Looking into the eyes of the crying woman, he smiled and said. "Ma'am let's go inside. The misses will help solve your problems."

They walked into the house to see beautiful antique furniture adorn the rooms. "Please, go into the parlor, ladies," requested Justice. "Ladies, I'll get my wife. Oh, where are my manners? Please, ladies, have a seat."

Justice yelled out, "Lizzy! Lizzy! I am home. Lizzy! We have company."

From the back of the house, a female voice yelled, "Elijah Jones, you had better not be tracking in dirt into my home. The two women looked at Elijah as fear went across the man's face. He looked down at his feet and grimaced at the mud he tracked in.

He heard, "Elijah, you old coot, come here and give me a kiss." smiled Lizzie. "I'll clean up the dirt later. It's a wonder there is any dirt left for the farmers as much as you drag into my house."

"Honey, not now we have company," Justice said, turning red.

"You give me a kiss, now!" she demanded. Justice took his hat off to block the view of his company's prying eyes.

He pulled away and took his hand and swiped it over his face, pointing to the flour on Lizzy's face. "See you later, Lizzy. I have to go, take care of the horses. I'll let you three talk." He placed his hat back on and tipped his hat towards the ladies and walked out the door.

Lizzy spoke, "I just love that man, but he is such a prude sometimes. God help me if I ever show a little ankle in public. He has been known to call me a hussy under his breath. He says just loud enough for me to hear it," she chuckled.

"Susan, Alana follow me," she ordered. "I am finishing up making cookies for my great, great, great, great, great-grandchildren." Upon entering the kitchen, they noticed the wood stove and the pump handle to bring water into the house.

"Please, have a seat, ladies," asked their hostess. "Mrs. Jones, how do you know my name is Susan, said the blond?

"Did that man forget you tell you? He'd forget his head if it weren't attached. By the way, my name is Elizabeth Jones. But my friends call me Lizzy. I already like both of you, so call me Lizzy." with a big smile.

"Oh my goodness, look at me," said Lizzy. As she stood in front of the little mirror hanging on the wall. Lizzy walked over to the sink and placed a small pan underneath the faucet. She put her hand on the pump handle and started pumping away. In a few seconds, the water spurted out of the water faucet in small burst. She quickly put both hands into the pan and washed her face. And then she dried herself off.

She turned to see both women gasp at her. "What, what's the matter? Did I miss some?"

"No, Ma'am," said Alana. "You're beautiful. And without make-up. Without my make-up on, I would look like your great-granddaughter."

With a huge smile, "Thank you, Alana. I knew I'd like you," replied Lizzy

Susan chimed in, "You have a waist to die for also."

"Ladies, we do not eat fast food as you girls do. Not only do I have to cook and clean it. I have to grow it. I get up at 5 a.m. and work to dark. I don't have to work out in a place I think you girls refer to as a SPA to stay thin."

Lizzy brought over a cantor of brandy and glasses. She sat across from the two ladies. She poured it out and left the cantor on the table. Susan and Alana looked at it, not sure whether it was safe or not. Ladies, it's safer than the water. Let's make a toast. Raising her glass toward them, "To the both of you. A better future."

Lizzy turned it up and swallowed it in one gulp. Susan and Alana couldn't do it. They started hacking and coughing.

Lizzy placed her glass down. "I bet you want to know why you are here. It's because the both of you thought you were entitled to something you weren't entitled to, another man. Both of the women grimace in pain as Lizzy pronounced those words. I bet you don't feel so entitled now."

My only question is, "Why did you think you deserved it? I have to earn my man's love every day. And when I do, I get from him what I deserve. Both women were sobbing as the pain they felt came rushing back.

Girls, you have done nothing that hasn't been done before. Except for you Millennials and Gen-Xer's, I think you call yourselves, have taken it to a whole new level. The latest statistics show that 60 percent of women admit to cheating and 40 percent of men. And we are seeing the destruction of many families.

It seems with the new technology and fact you modern-day women think every man does it. You're cheating more and getting caught at it. And in both your cases, you were just plain stupid.

We weren't quite ready to bring you in yet, but your prayer the other night forced our hands."

"What did I say," Alana asked. I have been praying every night."

Lizzy replied, "Except last night when you said you asked to spend eternity in hell if your husbands and families could be saved.

It seemed The Warden, that is what we call him here, was ready to accept your offers. But the way he would alleviate your family's pain was slowly take their lives." Both women howled in pain.

"So we had to go to the top, The Governor, himself. Yep, that's the name we have given the Big Man here. After negotiations, we got it down to a mere million years in the pen. Ladies, you are lucky that we had already claimed you first. Besides, the Big Guy can make any rule he wants. But to keep harmony in the universe, he tries to stay mildly within his own guidelines."

"If you two could go back and undo it, would you?" The women quit crying immediately at just the thought of it.

"Here's the deal. We have developed a crude time travel device. We call the Unfornication Machine. Yea, we know you guys call it something cruder. But since fornication is in the bible, we felt that that word is appropriate for this use.

We have developed this machine to try to save people from making a stupid decision like you two did and destroy their lives."

"Why us?" Susan asked. "I am sure there are more deserving women than us."

"Because you two are the easiest we have found to fix for a trial basis." Lizzy replied "You see, Susan, your ex-husband drinks himself to death. No future relationships or children. Neither one of you remarry and dies alone.

All of your children never make it to have children. One boy dies in a hold-up, and the other one dies in prison. One of the girls is beaten to death by her pimp, and the other overdosed on meth. All of this was caused by your entitlement." Both women broke down crying in horror.

"If you decide to go through with it. That's right. The Governor still gives the right to self-determination. If you choose at any time to commit adultery again, you go back to the night we picked you up in the church. But no matter what, you will have to relive the pain every night in your dreams to the day you die. You remember you said you deserve everything you get.

The reason you're required remember the pain is because once you go through the Unfornication Machine it will be as if you never cheated. You will not remember or feel anything that happened because it never happened. So we want to make sure you remember why you are in the position you put yourself in

That will not be pleasant. You feel the pain you feel now until it is your time to go to see the Warden. And there you will make your own hell until you have served your time.

"My question is do you want your second chance?" asked Lizzy.

Both women, without an instance of hesitation or forethought, answered, "Yes, please. Oh God, yes."

"I will be the best loyal, loving wife my man could ever ask for," replied Alana. With Susan nodding in agreement.

"Come on, let's go to the barn. Heck, hold on," said Lizzy. "Doggonit, I burnt my cookies." sighed Lizzy. As she pulled out blacken flour from the stove.

Upon entering the barn, Susan and Alana noticed what looked like an old diving bell made of iron and bolted together. It had a pipe running to it from an old steam boiler with what looked like a steam whistle on top.

"Ladies," snapped Lizzy, getting Susan's and Alana's attention immediately. You will be sent back to 30 minutes before your physical affairs start. At that point, you will have the chance to back out of the decision you have made or not. You can have an exciting night of lust and fornication and what you thought you were entitled to, or you can go back to your daily lives and grind with your boring husbands. The choice will be yours. Good luck."

"I'm scared," said Alana.

Lizzy looked at Alana. "Can it get any worse than what you feel now? I tell you what. Both you and Susan can go in together and comfort each other on your journey." They both agreed.

Lizzy shut the door and pulled the handle that started the old steam engine to turn wheels and cogs. The whole sphere was shaking, and the whistle blew. The girls wrapped their arms around each other and screamed.

*****

Alana came to as she was about to turn off take onto the exit to the Lazy Acres Hotel for her rendezvous with her future lover. She screamed and drove past the Hotel exit, heading towards her home. Alana pulled into the garage and parked her car. She ran into the house to see her children sitting in the kitchen doing their homework.

She looked up the heavens and mouthed, "Thank you, God, Elijah, Lizzy. Thank you. Thank you." She ran over and hugged her kids and kissed them all over.

"Mom, what's the matter with you?" asked John. "Are you ok?"

"Yes, dear," she was crying. She ran into the living room to see the picture of Roger and her on their wedding day. Alana grabbed her phone and dialed. "Mom, I need you to take the kids this weekend." After hearing her mother's smart-ass remark. Alana replied, "Your damn right, Mom. That's exactly what we're going to be doing this weekend. I have been terrible to Roger lately, and I'm going to make it up to him tonight and for the rest of his life. That's right, mom, I do love him."

She hung the phone up and went into the kitchen and sat down at the table with the kids. "Guys, I am sorry for the way I have been acting lately."

"Mom," replied Abby. "Don't apologize to us. You need to apologize to Dad. Have you even looked at him lately? Hell no, all you do is bitch about needing this and that. And how he is not a good provider. He works 60 to 70 hours a week trying to make you happy, but it's never enough. He hates this house that you just had. He hates the people at the country club that you just had to join.

"Dad is sick. Have you looked into his eyes lately?" asked John. "He has to drive an extra 2 hours both ways now because you just had to live in this neighborhood. I hate it here. We have decided, if you and Dad get a divorce, we're going with him."

Alana took a deep breath, " Guys, there's changes a-coming." I will explain on the way to your grandmothers. Your Dad and I need to talk, and I do not want you here when we start. But one thing I will promise you, there will only be no divorce unless he hates me so much now he can't forgive me.