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Carol
by VK (spectrevk@gmail.com)
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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.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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