Cedar
04-05-2009, 11:25 AM
Upfront note: This isn't exactly a rape story. But it's mean.
PART ONE
It was about 5:30 in the afternoon when the grey BMW came screeching round the corner. The short line of people waiting at the bus stop stared as the car pulled over and jerked to a stop at the curb, parking somewhat askew, and the door flew open. A classy-looking businesswoman of about 35 staggered out, clutching her head. She was wearing a navy-blue jacket and matching skirt of expensive material, dark stockings, and flat shoes. Regaining her composure she glanced up and down the street and then approached the five people waiting for the bus.
Three women, two men. The businesswoman addressed herself to the two males. "Please....." she clutched her head again. "I need.....you know. Could you....." She had shoulder-length straight dark hair and was fairly attractive, despite occasionally wincing in pain.
The older of the two, a man in his forties wearing a suit and tie, to whom her words had mainly been directed, answered with genuine regret in his voice. "Ma'am, normally I'd be delighted to accommodate you, but I just had to do the same for my secretary right before leaving the office, and that was just ten minutes ago. I wouldn't have any left for you."
She turned to the other male, a lanky blond college-student type of around 20 wearing jeans, sneakers and a T-shirt. "Sorry, lady, but I don't have time," he said. "The bus comes in two minutes. If I miss it it's twenty minutes till the next one."
"I'll make the wait worth your while," she said. She reached into her purse, pulled out a wad of bills, and thrust them at him. There were three twenties and a ten. The young man's eyes widened as he took them.
"OK," he said, and stuffed them in his pocket. "Where --"
The businesswoman grabbed his arm and pointed at a nearby alley. They rushed off together. The older man and the three women watched incuriously as they went.
Once in the dubious privacy of the alley, the businesswoman backed the young man up against the wall and got down on her knees in front of him, clawing at the fastening of his jeans. She quickly got his zipper open and pulled out his already half-erect penis. She took it in her mouth and bobbed her head back and forth along the shaft, sucking frantically, working on it with her tongue as well. The young man closed his eyes and began to make soft murmuring noises. He slipped one hand down inside the front of her expensive blouse and inside one cup of her bra to squeeze her breast gently.
Outside, the bus arrived, picked up its passengers, and departed. A few minutes later, had there still been anyone there, they would have heard a series of three or four male groans of pleasure emanating from the alley, followed -- if their hearing were especially sensitive -- by a faint gulp. A minute later the businesswoman walked out of the alley. The knees of her stockings were muddy from where she had been kneeling down, and she wiped her lips with the back of her hand as she walked to her BMW, climbed in, and drove off. A moment later the young man emerged, doing up his zipper. He walked to the bus stop and waited there, breathing deeply and evenly, a faint smile on his lips.
X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X
There had once been a time when such a scene would have been considered unusual. Indeed back then, before the Proclamation, it would have been unimaginable.
At first the Proclamation had not been taken very seriously. It simply seemed too bizarre. It purported to come from a secret group of virologists and genetic engineers dedicated to the "reform" of human society to eradicate "sexual repression" and reverse the "unnatural" social equality of the sexes. An artificial virus, it declared, had been released into the Earth's atmosphere in a dozen widely-separated cities around the planet. It was an airborne virus and would soon be spread worldwide. On men, it had no effect whatsoever; it was designed to affect only human females in the age range from early adulthood to menopause. On these women, it worked in a precisely-engineered way. Most of the time it lay dormant, but periodically it would become active, signaling its activity by the onset of a severe headache. This headache would gradually increase in intensity; if left untreated for several hours, it would eventually reach full migraine level. There was only one way to make it stop. There was an antidote which could be taken orally; once this was swallowed, the virus would return instantly to its dormant state, the headache would cease, and the victim's condition would return to normal -- until, of course, the next time the virus became active.
This "antidote", the Proclamation stated, was a common, indeed universally-available substance: semen.
"This virus," concluded the Proclamation, "will cleanse the world of the lie of female dignity and autonomy and restore woman to her proper place – on her knees before the male, pleasuring him as though her very life depended on it."
At first the Proclamation was dismissed as a bad joke. Within a few days, however, a number of strange cases came to light in various parts of the world -- cases of women beset by strange headaches against which conventional medications had no effect, and which rapidly became intolerably severe. The desperate victims, remembering the Proclamation, resorted to performing oral sex on their husbands or lovers, swallowing the semen. In every case, this act brough instant relief.
PART ONE
It was about 5:30 in the afternoon when the grey BMW came screeching round the corner. The short line of people waiting at the bus stop stared as the car pulled over and jerked to a stop at the curb, parking somewhat askew, and the door flew open. A classy-looking businesswoman of about 35 staggered out, clutching her head. She was wearing a navy-blue jacket and matching skirt of expensive material, dark stockings, and flat shoes. Regaining her composure she glanced up and down the street and then approached the five people waiting for the bus.
Three women, two men. The businesswoman addressed herself to the two males. "Please....." she clutched her head again. "I need.....you know. Could you....." She had shoulder-length straight dark hair and was fairly attractive, despite occasionally wincing in pain.
The older of the two, a man in his forties wearing a suit and tie, to whom her words had mainly been directed, answered with genuine regret in his voice. "Ma'am, normally I'd be delighted to accommodate you, but I just had to do the same for my secretary right before leaving the office, and that was just ten minutes ago. I wouldn't have any left for you."
She turned to the other male, a lanky blond college-student type of around 20 wearing jeans, sneakers and a T-shirt. "Sorry, lady, but I don't have time," he said. "The bus comes in two minutes. If I miss it it's twenty minutes till the next one."
"I'll make the wait worth your while," she said. She reached into her purse, pulled out a wad of bills, and thrust them at him. There were three twenties and a ten. The young man's eyes widened as he took them.
"OK," he said, and stuffed them in his pocket. "Where --"
The businesswoman grabbed his arm and pointed at a nearby alley. They rushed off together. The older man and the three women watched incuriously as they went.
Once in the dubious privacy of the alley, the businesswoman backed the young man up against the wall and got down on her knees in front of him, clawing at the fastening of his jeans. She quickly got his zipper open and pulled out his already half-erect penis. She took it in her mouth and bobbed her head back and forth along the shaft, sucking frantically, working on it with her tongue as well. The young man closed his eyes and began to make soft murmuring noises. He slipped one hand down inside the front of her expensive blouse and inside one cup of her bra to squeeze her breast gently.
Outside, the bus arrived, picked up its passengers, and departed. A few minutes later, had there still been anyone there, they would have heard a series of three or four male groans of pleasure emanating from the alley, followed -- if their hearing were especially sensitive -- by a faint gulp. A minute later the businesswoman walked out of the alley. The knees of her stockings were muddy from where she had been kneeling down, and she wiped her lips with the back of her hand as she walked to her BMW, climbed in, and drove off. A moment later the young man emerged, doing up his zipper. He walked to the bus stop and waited there, breathing deeply and evenly, a faint smile on his lips.
X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X
There had once been a time when such a scene would have been considered unusual. Indeed back then, before the Proclamation, it would have been unimaginable.
At first the Proclamation had not been taken very seriously. It simply seemed too bizarre. It purported to come from a secret group of virologists and genetic engineers dedicated to the "reform" of human society to eradicate "sexual repression" and reverse the "unnatural" social equality of the sexes. An artificial virus, it declared, had been released into the Earth's atmosphere in a dozen widely-separated cities around the planet. It was an airborne virus and would soon be spread worldwide. On men, it had no effect whatsoever; it was designed to affect only human females in the age range from early adulthood to menopause. On these women, it worked in a precisely-engineered way. Most of the time it lay dormant, but periodically it would become active, signaling its activity by the onset of a severe headache. This headache would gradually increase in intensity; if left untreated for several hours, it would eventually reach full migraine level. There was only one way to make it stop. There was an antidote which could be taken orally; once this was swallowed, the virus would return instantly to its dormant state, the headache would cease, and the victim's condition would return to normal -- until, of course, the next time the virus became active.
This "antidote", the Proclamation stated, was a common, indeed universally-available substance: semen.
"This virus," concluded the Proclamation, "will cleanse the world of the lie of female dignity and autonomy and restore woman to her proper place – on her knees before the male, pleasuring him as though her very life depended on it."
At first the Proclamation was dismissed as a bad joke. Within a few days, however, a number of strange cases came to light in various parts of the world -- cases of women beset by strange headaches against which conventional medications had no effect, and which rapidly became intolerably severe. The desperate victims, remembering the Proclamation, resorted to performing oral sex on their husbands or lovers, swallowing the semen. In every case, this act brough instant relief.