("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2006. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Carol by VK (spectrevk@gmail.com) *** Carol is a young conservative woman going to college. She hates most of the other girls, thinking that they are "feminists", and she hopes to find a good, old fashioned kind of guy. Unfortunately for Carol, she gets her wish. (MF, nc, rp, v, oral) *** DISCLAIMER: Misogyny is NOT COOL. Women aren't sex objects, rape is never okay, and anyone who thinks women should stay at home and keep their mouths shut is a Neanderthal, regardless of their gender. This story is intended as part-satire, part-rape fantasy. Nothing like this should ever leave the realm of fantasy, period. And obviously, if you are prohibited from reading sexually-explicit materials due to your age or other factors, stop reading this now. *** Carol began her day the same way she always did: out of bed at exactly 6am, a quick, efficient shower with no delaying, and a healthy breakfast while watching the news. Now, Carol couldn't watch just any news: most of those "mainstream" channels were too liberal for her, corrupted by feminism, socialism, multiculturalism, and who knows what else. Carol was proud to be a virtuous, and white, woman who knew her place. Not that she was timid and broken, like those poor 3rd world women; in fact it galled her that other girls would often think of her that way when she talked about politics in class. She was a college student, and a damned good one too. She would study, and work, and enjoy doing both. But unlike those other girls, who were too selfish to do the right thing, she would give up her career as soon as she had children, or her husband asked her to. In Carol's mind, this was simply the way nature intended women to be. It didn't mean she was a doormat, or that there was something wrong with her. To obey a man in all things was simply the right way, in her mind. A good, strong, forceful man. A man who knew how to treat and make use of a good woman like her. That's what Carol wanted. That afternoon, she would get part of what she wanted. The day went by without anything to mark it as outstanding. Carol dreaded Thursdays, because of her required Women's Studies class... as part of topical breadth, everyone had to take it. And as she expected, the class was a haven for man-haters and so-called "independent" women, who clashed frequently with the boorish, misogynistic frat-boys who were forced to attend in order to graduate. To the shock of everyone but herself, Carol was frequently seen coming to the aid of the frat boys during class discussions. That day, Carol found herself arguing with a particularly butch looking girl named Alex. "Probably a dyke", Carol thought to herself, her face turning sour at the thought. The feeling was quite mutual. "How can you think this way?" asked Alex angrily. "You make it sound as though every woman should consider it an honor to be shackled at home, barefoot and pregnant. We're just as smart as men, we're studying just as hard, and you would throw all of that away instead of insisting on the equal partnership you deserve?" Carol responded coolly, "Of course. Your problem is that you've been brainwashed by the rantings of some very sick women in the 1970's. We all have to grow up someday... a little girl is never denied anything by her father, because she's daddy's little girl. But when that girl becomes a woman, and is taken by a man for his wife, her place is to serve. It's simply the law of nature. Look around you at the animal kingdom. It's what we're meant for. Men are the hunters, and we take care of them. Not by commanding them, but by obeying them." A roar of approval rose up from the ranks of the less enlightened men in the crowd, and Carol smiled to herself. It was good to see that the world still had men who weren't cowed by liberal propaganda. Her argument with Alex continued throughout the discussion section of the class. Afterwards, on her way out, she was approached by a tall, muscular man who looked to be in this mid-30's. "Hello... Carol, is it? My name is Eric. I love what you were saying in there... so rare to find a woman who will speak her mind about knowing her place. If we had a few more thousand girls like you, the world would be a better place." Carol blushed at the compliment. "Why thank you Eric. I was just raised right, I guess. I really believe in the natural order of things. "Is that so, Carol? I think I like to put that to the test. You see, I'm already a wealthy man. I own my own estate in the Bahamas. I'm really just in college for the experience, but meeting you... I think I've found what I'm looking for. Would you like to grab some dinner?" Carol agreed, and the two began dating. After only a couple of weeks, Eric made a stunning offer. "Carol, you are a good, obedient woman. I want you for my own", he said in a soft, but stern voice to her as they watched the sunset though the glass pane of his patio door. "What do you mean, Eric?" "Don't play stupid, Carol. I know you aren't." "But marriage? So soon? We've only just met, I don't know if..." "You don't need to know anything. You know too much as it is. I thought you said you really meant all of those things about knowing your place? I'm the man here, and I'm telling you—" "But Eric, I still have a choice—" Carol's last words were cut short as Eric slapped her with a stiff stroke. She couldn't believe it, and her incredulity was all the opening Eric needed. He grabbed the bottom of her shirt and quickly yanked it over her head. Carol thrashed violently in protest, but her arms were still caught in the shirt, and soon she felt herself being thrown violently to the ground on her stomach, with Eric's weight pressing on her back. She couldn't see a thing with the t-shirt over her face, and the couldn't breathe. Before she could start to panic, she felt the shirt being pulled over her head, and she could see clearly again. Behind her, Eric used the shirt as a crude binding to tie her arms behind her. Not stopping to admire his handiwork, he savagely tore off her bra, her skin turning red from chafing. There was no doubt in Carol's mind as to what Eric was doing now. He was going to rape her. She had been chosen as his mate, and she had no choice in the matter. The initial shock of the attack had passed, and she had at last begun to find her voice, but Eric's large left hand clamped over her mouth before she could scream. His hands worked quickly and violently, stripping her of her jeans despite her kicking legs, and then tearing her panties to shreds. He pinched her nose to force her to open her mouth for air, and shoved the panty scraps into her mouth as a gag. And then he raped her. Slowly. He held her down with the full force of his weight, and slowly pushed his hard cock into her, inch by inch. He fucked her slowly, savoring each thrust, squeezing her breasts with as much tenderness as he could manage, sucking on her breasts as though he were her lover. This was lovemaking to him, she thought to herself. And as she lay there on the carpet, stripped naked, bruised, and violated, she began to defend what he was doing to her... after all, she must have been leading him on without realizing it. After all, wasn't he just talking about marriage? It was a wife's duty to service her husband as he saw fit. This wasn't rape. She wasn't being raped, she told herself. She wanted this, somewhere deep down. She knew it wasn't true, but that is what she told herself, until just after she felt his cock trembling within her, unleashing a torrent of semen into her womb, when he withdrew from her sex and turned her back over onto her stomach. She had time for one muffled scream before he trust himself full bore into her anus. Every inch of her cringed as he forced his slimy wet cock into her tight, virginal asshole. And she knew then that she was being raped. Eric savored this as well, taking his time with each long, brutal thrust, savaging her anally again and again until she felt the world growing black around her, and fell unconscious. When Carol awoke, she found herself in a brightly lit room that looked a bit like a medical clinic. Her senses were dulled, her limbs unable to move quickly. As she slowly began to regain her muscle control, she realized that she was reclining in some kind of hospital bed. She tried to move, but couldn't, and she couldn't feel anything either. Willing her eyes to focus, she tried to observe her situation more, and found that her arms and legs were tightly secured. After a few minutes of solitude, she was joined by a man in doctor's scrubs and a surgical mask. "Eric?" she rasped weakly. The man shook his head. "No, you won't be seeing him for a little while, not until you've been properly prepared. But don't worry, you'll be unconscious for most of it. Just relax while we do some tests to make sure we don't over- medicate you. Can't have you dying on us." Carol's bed was wheeled down a hallway, where three other men dressed similarly to the man in the scrubs joined them. Several turns later, they arrived in a sterile looking room, with a reclining medical chair (complete with stirrups) in the center. The men began to roughly unfasten the thick leather straps that held Carol in place. The men quickly stripped off the paper gown she was wearing and transferred her, completely nude now, to the chair and strapped her in. Carol was frightened now, more than ever. She was helpless, in the hands of strangers, and nude. Then one of the men pulled a lever on the chair, and the stirrups moved apart, spreading her legs for the men to see. Another approached her, moving between her legs with something in his hands, but before she could see, her head was yanked back towards the headrest and strapped in tightly. She felt a warm, wet substance pass over her sex, and realized that they must be washing her. A thick finger pushed between her swollen labia, exploring her clinically. She heard the sound of scissors being used. She was being shaven. Her pubic hair was being shaven, like a whore's. Her stomach became sick again. And then she looked up, and saw a set of electric trimmers hovering above her head. She screamed as loudly as she could, not even knowing why. The terror just consumed her, but the men were unmoved. They shaved her body completely clean, leaving her a mass of smooth, hairless flesh. And then began the tests... standard medical tests like blood pressure at first, then blood was taken. She felt fingers and other objects entering her from below, and at once point became aware that the object inside her was a penis. She was being raped while in the stirrups, and the other men were lined up for their turn as well. They used her for what seemed like hours, pounding her pussy like machines, stretching her inner lining with brutal, uncaring thrusts. And then, when they were finished, a small prick in her arm, followed by unconsciousness. Carol awoke with a start, thrashing her arms and legs wildly. "I have to get free!" she thought desperately. And, strangely enough, she was free. No straps, no bonds at all, and she was dressed in a modest nightgown. She was no longer in a hospital, but instead was lying on top of a soft, king-sized bed in a well- furnished master bedroom. For a moment she thought that it had all been a dream, until she felt her inner thigh brush against the smooth flesh of her pubic mound. She ran her fingers along her scalp, and found that her long, golden hair was now gone. Her heart trembled in terror, threatening to jump out of her chest, when suddenly the bedroom door opened. It was Eric, dressed in a richly tailored robe. Strong chest muscles lay dormant beneath its folds, and for a moment, when she saw his hard, angular jaw and crisp blue eyes, she felt at ease. Until she remembered, with growing disgust, the sensation of him forcibly sodomizing her. "Ah, Carol. You are awake. Wonderful. Please, don't speak. I've been waiting for quite a while for your arrival, and I know exactly what I want to say. First, to answer your questions... I had you shaven so that I could enjoy you better. I dislike the texture of hair on a woman. Yes, even on her head... you have no need of it in any case, other than vanity, which is of no use to you now. Vanity is for women who wish to still attract a man; you will attract no one, because you belong to me now. You are mine, for my pleasure. Which brings me to the next thing, which you may not have noticed yet... please open your mouth." Carol eyed Eric suspiciously, and considered jumping him to make her escape. Then she remembered her last meeting with him: his overpowering strength, the pain he could cause her, the powerlessness... fear crept into her stomach, replaced by a pervasive sickness as she opened her mouth and realized that her teeth were gone. Carol screamed. Leaping from the bed, she ran for the door, only to fall painfully on her face as Eric snagged the edge of her nightgown. She knew what would come next, and silently prepared herself for the awful weight of him on top of her. But, it didn't happen. Instead, he helped her to her feet. "Are you done being hysterical now? Carol, you said that you knew your place. You know that you are meant to serve me. I paid a lot of money to have you altered to serve me best," he said. Carol looked up at him with sad, watering eyes, her lips quivering with emotion, her toothless mouth sobbing, "Why, Eric? Why? Look at what you've made me! I'm hideous!" Eric pulled his hand back and hit Carol full in the face, leaving an angry red welt forming on her cheek. "Nobody speaks that way about my woman." He said simply. "Not even you. You are beautiful to me, and that is all that matters. I'm going to take a lot of pleasure in you. Now, kneel and open your mouth." He said. "Or am I going to have to teach you what your place is?" Carol shook with fear, and, bowing her head, she sank to her knees on the floor. Eric opened his robe and threw it aside, revealing a long, meaty cock that was slowly hardening. Carol hardly had time to observe it before he shoved it between her gums, stretching her jaw open painfully as he stuffed himself deep in her mouth, heedless of her gag reflex. He seemed amused as she heaved forward involuntarily, her body struggling to dislodge this massive intruder. He held her smoothly shaven head in both hands, refusing to let her get away, and forced himself into her throat. Eric sighed with satisfaction as he felt his cock become enveloped in the soft, warm embrace of Carol's toothless mouth. Yet as he looked down on her, tears streaming from her reddened eyes, his heart softened. He pulled himself out of her mouth for a moment, still holding her in place, his stiff, throbbing penis standing inches from her face. "Carol, please don't cry. I'm sorry if I hurt you, I just got excited...you don't seem to understand, but you're just so sexy right now. Smooth and hairless, slim and regal, so perfectly suited to pleasuring me...you're my dream girl. You'll never have to work again. You're going to live here with me in paradise, and at what cost? Your teeth and your hair. You've no need for either anymore; you have a husband now, and he desires for you to be this way. Isn't that what you've always wanted?" Carol looked up at him, still trembling, tasting her own salty tears as they leaked into her mouth. She nodded hesitantly. "I...I guess so. I don't know, this is just... it's all so different from what I thought it would be." Eric reached down to caress her cheek, wiping the tears clean. "It's my fault... I was impatient with you. But please, don't cry. You're so beautiful when you smile. I'll tell you what: I'll take you to the spa for a full massage, then we'll have dinner, wherever you want. "Really?" sniffled Carol, her eyes beginning to clear. "Of course. If I said it, it must be so. After all, like you used to say in class, a man's word in his house is law, right?" said Eric, chuckling. Carol cracked a wide smile, showing her gums, and began to laugh. She started to rise from the floor, but felt Eric's hand pressing down on her shoulder, keeping her on the floor. She looked up at him quizzically. As if to answer her, he brushed her cheek with his cock, still wet and throbbing. Eric smiled. "Ah, but first, we should finish what we were doing. Make sure you do a good job now. I want to feel you really trying to earn all that pampering." He said in a stern, but soft, tone. She hesitated only a moment before opening her mouth, her eyes looking up into his obediently. Eric smiled with true satisfaction, slowly guiding his manhood into her soft, waiting mouth. Carol rocked her head back and forth over his cock, cradling him with her tongue inside her mouth. She had given Eric blowjobs before, but it felt so different without teeth. The added tactile stimulation of his thickly veined cock against her bare gums felt so...strange. She wasn't really sure how to classify it, or if she liked it or hated it. Not that it mattered to Eric whether she liked it or not, she mused. She wanted to be done with this, to have some time to think, to enjoy the pleasures Eric had promised her. Reaching up with her hands, she began to fondle and massage his balls with her right hand, while her left reached around to lightly stroke his anus, and was rewarded with a rich, throaty moan of pleasure from Eric. She could taste his pre-cum leaking into her mouth, and her heart soared at the thought that this might soon be over. "Good girl, Carol," he said. "Now put your hands behind your back so I can finish." Before she could even begin to comply, he gripped her smooth, bald head in both hands and thrust deep into her mouth, breaking through to her throat. She gagged again, coughing, and he pulled out for a moment to let her catch her breath, chiding her before he forced himself into her throat again. He would not be denied, and through a slow, torturous process of face-fucking, Eric trained Carol to deep-throat him. It seemed like an eternity to her, until at last she was able to withstand the full breadth of his manhood inside of her throat, and as soon as she could do it without gagging, Eric became more forceful. He would yank her head down onto his cock as he thrust forward, using her mouth like a pussy, fucking her soft, sensitive gums. His balls slapped against her chin rhythmically, and a steady stream of pre-cum and drool slid from the sides of her mouth with each thrust. Carol felt herself burn with shame at the thought of how she must look, drooling like a dog, bald and toothless, being used as a living sex toy. Then suddenly, he stopped thrusting, and held her close, filling her throat completely with his pulsing cockmeat as he came. Streams of hot, salty cum assaulted her throat, coating its walls and filling her mouth as he pulled out suddenly. He continued to ejaculate, covering her lips, cheeks, and breasts with thick ropes of cum, warming her bare skin. Eric looked at her expectantly, and Carol understood. She swallowed his cum with a satisfied gulp and leaned forward to lick him clean. His face relaxed, and he pulled on his robe and headed for the door. "Servants will arrive in a moment to cleanse and dress you. I shall return in 20 minutes to collect you for our little date." He said as he walked away, not bothering to look back. Carol sat there, motionless, her mind swirling with confusion, rage, and sadness as the full weight of her situation fell upon her. To Be Continued? Please let me know if you liked this story, or if I'm just a horrible creep for writing it. Thanks. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 47