Hackney would have been a very normal, dull farm town, were it not for Hackney College. The four-year school was one of the largest all-female institutions left in the U.S. and was by far the most important single entity in the town.

In previous decades, its main effect had been to make Valentine's Day a major holiday, help romantic movies generate generous profits for the local theater and draw loving parents, siblings and boyfriends for periodic visits. But as society changed, Hackney College changed with it. And the town of Hackney -- perhaps the most female town in the country -- adjusted to that change as well.

A CITY GOVERNMENT that was made up of benign, grandfatherly local men until the end of the 1960s was, by the mid-90s, entirely controlled by women. The reason was simple mathematics and gender politics: Minus the college, Hackney's population was just over 10,000, half of which were female. The college included 5,000 female students and over 600 female faculty and staff, along with 100 or so men. Those 5,700 were overwhelmingly liberal and feminist.

The college and its women were still a minority in the county; but women were a majority, though a slimmer one than in the city. And in 1994, for the first time, women took control of every major job in city and county government: Three of the five county commissioners were women, and chose one of their own as the commission chairman. Mayor Barbara Reiman, on hiatus from her post as an associated dean for women's studies at the college, kept control of the town. Women held every seat on the city council. Police Chief Susan Hartman was reappointed by Mayor Reiman, and a minor financial scandal helped Janet Ash top incumbent Mark Hayes to take the job of county sheriff.

The school board, now made up entirely of women, fired the male superintendent and hired another Hackney College feminist who was not shy about promoting her views. And the newly elected city attorney, yet another ex-Hackney professor, announced that her top priority would be "the aggressive, maximum prosecution of any man who hits, harasses, abuses, rapes or frightens any woman." It was a similar platform to the one that got Evelyn Martin elected to her judgeship.

For whatever reason, the male teams at Hackney High were perennial losers, while the girls' teams regularly challenged for state titles. A sign in front of the school read "Hackney -- 1991 and 1993 state 3-A soccer champs." It was a given to everyone at the school that it meant GIRLS' soccer, since girls' sports were more successful, drew bigger crowds and got more attention from the female-controlled local media. The sign was a gift from the school's biggest booster, locally based Midland National Bank's president, Linda Emmett.

THE TOWN WAS a normal, lovely rural community to the casual observer, with a handsomely designed college campus at its center, municipal buildings that reflected their early 20th century construction and wide, tree-lined streets. But by 1995, it was thoroughly dominated by women. A visitor may have noticed that girls were a little louder, their speech a little dirtier, their manner a little freer than in other towns. The visitor may also have noticed that boys were a little quieter, a little less confident, a little more reserved around women and girls than usual.

Girls knew the only difference between themselves and the people in charge was time, and they expected to one day be the the ones in control. Boys saw women as intellectuals, political leaders, police officers and business executives, and saw men in the town in less important, less powerful roles. When children went to the library, they saw the female director giving orders to the man at the desk; when they went to the mayor's office or the police station, they saw a male receptionist accepting visitors and telephone calls for his female boss. The lesson was lost on no one.

And if you could have looked into the bedrooms -- or, at the right time, the boardrooms, the woods or the other places in town that might have caught a woman's imagination -- you would have seen that sex in the town, like everything else, was controlled by women for their own benefit.

It was into this town that Jimmy McKie drove in August of 1995. Jimmy was a salesman; at least, that was his plan. He was also a 22-year-old college dropout from Missouri who was driving west, heard about Hackney College and decided he could improve his odds by setting up shop there. So he checked into the cheapest hotel in town that evening and went out to see a little of the local scenery, maybe find some places to apply for work the next day.

Jimmy wasn't the brightest guy back at Southwest Missouri State, but he had good luck convincing people of things. Partly, it was his manner: Calm, cool and confident. Partly, when dealing with women, it was his looks.

Jimmy stood 5'11" and weighed 170 trim, athletic pounds. His face reminded some women of Tom Cruise, some of Val Kilmer. He could charm women seemingly at will back at SWMS, a feat all the more remarkable since he saw them as little more than a succession of asses and breasts.

Women were "ladies," "darlings" and "princesses" before Jimmy got tired of screwing them, after which they became "girls," and shortly after that "bitches," "cunts" and "sluts." He would be off chasing more ass while she wept.

Jimmy was woefully unprepared to have HIS ass chased.

Jennifer, Katrina and Andrea sat outside Sandra's Drugstore. Jennifer was nibbling at a sandwich while Kat and Andy smoked. The three were teammates and fellow sophomores on the school's field hockey team.

Kat broke the silence. "So, Jennifer, if you miss him, maybe you should take him back."

Jennifer rolled her eyes. "I don't miss him, I miss his COCK." The three girls giggled. "HE was a little bastard panty-boy. He couldn't even give good head."

"So what do you want?" Andy asked.

"I want to fuck without pretending that I care anything about the guy," Jennifer answered. "I want a sexy guy. I want him to just shut up and lie there."

"Not hard to find that kind of sex around here," Kat laughed. "I don't think local boys here even know it's possible for them to be on top."

"That's not what I mean," Jennifer said. "I want a fish with a little fight to it. I want an out-of-towner who won't just lie there ... but I want to MAKE him lie there. You know?" Jennifer leaned forward. "I want to rape a man. And not one of these little panty-boys, like Nathan."

"So, what do you think she's got in mind, Andy? Joe, the library assistant, or Billy, the clerk at Sandra's? Or --" Kat looked at Andy, who was staring across the street.

"I think I've found something to perk Ms. Jennifer up," Andy said, then laughed.

Jimmy heard the giggles and turned to face across the street. (He'd been looking in the window of a shop called Beth's Antiques; prosperous enough, but boring stuff.) What he saw confirmed what he'd heard about Hackney.

There were three girls sitting at an outdoor table. The one with a sandwich in front of her was plain, too tall, too husky -- not Jimmy's type at all. But the other two would do, he thought.

One (Kat, though he didn't know it at the time) was 5'6" and obviously athletic, with a muscular, toned body of about 135 pounds, and shoulder-length dark hair. Her chest wasn't much, Jimmy noticed, but her legs and ass looked fabulous.

The other (Andy) was smaller, slimmer and probably even sexier. She was about 5'3" and 110 pounds and had light brown hair.

All three girls were wearing shorts and t-shirts. And all three were looking at him and smiling.

Jimmy was tempted to introduce himself, decided against it, then was having second thoughts when Andy made the decision for him. She stood and beckoned to him. With a mixture of sheepishness and excitement, Jimmy checked traffic and crossed the street.

"Hi, I'm Andrea," the girl said, a smile on her face. "This is my friend Jennifer, and my other friend Katrina. Are you new in town?"

"Yes, I am. The name's Jimmy, by the way. Jimmy McKie." He shook hands with Andrea. "Just got into town today and thought I'd take in a little of the scenery." He grinned at them in a way that let them know that they were part of the scenery. They smiled back. Jennifer looked down, then snorted and laughed. Jimmy's smile faded slightly. "Uh, what?"

"Nothing," Jennifer said, her own smile making up for the fade in Jimmy's.

"Listen, Jimmy, we're all students at Hackney," Andy said. "We don't get decent TV and we can't buy alcohol, and we were just thinking ... I mean, I guess you've got a hotel room, right?"

Jimmy couldn't decide if he should be drinking when the girls showed up or whether he should wait for them. He decided to split the difference; he made himself a screwdriver and let it sit. They should be here any minute.

With any luck, he'd be able to get Andrea or Katrina to stick around. Jimmy wished he could have thought of a way to get rid of Jennifer ... but, he thought, he'd had bigger problems.

Sure enough, just as he finished it, there was a knock at the door. (He checked his watch. They were actually a few minutes early.) "Just a second," he called. He picked up his screwdriver (important to look suave, he thought) and walked over to open the door.

The three girls walked in, and Kat shut the door behind them. Then she locked it.

"You girls worried about break-ins?" Jimmy asked, smiling.

"Shut up," Andy said.

Jimmy stared, surprised. What a bitch!

"Jimmy, listen," Kat said. "Our friend Jennifer needs a little entertainment, and you're the lucky boy. We're not going to hurt you ... at least not much."

"What the hell?" Jimmy set his drink down. "You bitches are crazy. Get the fuck out."

Jennifer and Kat started toward him. Jimmy wasn't sure what to do. He couldn't hit a girl, could he?

But they could hit him. Which Kat did, to his stomach. He doubled over, and the two pushed him back until he ended up sitting on the bed. Then they pushed him down onto his back. Jimmy struggled, but he was dealing with 290 pounds of female athlete. He didn't have a chance.

Meanwhile, the other 110 pounds of female athlete in the room sat on his thighs and unfasted his belt, then his pants. She stood and grabbed the ankles of his pants. He tried to kick (not that he could see, through Jennifer and Kat, what he was kicking at) and that just helped her slide his pants off. Then she took a knife and sat beside his struggling body.

"Hold still, babe!" Jimmy briefly felt something cold near his hip and calmed down. A few seconds later, Andy pulled what was left of his boxers from the bed and threw them across the room. "Good going, girls! Now who goes first?"

The process had taken just over 90 seconds.

Jimmy gave his most heroic shove to the powerful women pinning him down, and he managed to push them back a little. But they counted to three, then combined their weight and strength to throw him back down. Then Kat sat on his chest and pinned his arms above his head. In a fair fight, he might have won. But this was no fair fight.

Behind her, Jennifer pulled off her shorts and straddled Jimmy's waist. His 7" cock was hard in spite of his fervent wishes that it would vanish. Jimmy realized what was happening.

"God, no," he gasped. "Get out of here."

"It won't be so bad," Andy said. She was standing next to him now. She bent down and kissed him, then pushed her tongue into his mouth while holding his head still. When she let him go, he gasped for breath as she laughed.

He panted -- then gasped, and sobbed. Behind Kat, Jennifer was now sitting on him, her cock taken into her pussy. She patted Kat's ass and Kat rolled off. Jennifer leaned forward and re-pinned Jimmy's briefly freed arms.

"Gonna have a little fun," Jennifer panted, then kissed him. Her 5'10", 155 pound body was almost as large as his, and probably stronger, but no one had ever called her a beauty. Her face was plain, her proportions a little off. That didn't affect the fact that she was horny as hell, or that Jimmy's cock would to feed her hunger.

She started humping rapidly -- much too rapidly for Jimmy. He struggled, trying to push her off, or push himself into the bed -- anything to get away. Andy and Kat cheered Jennifer on.

Suddenly, Jennifer sat upright, taking Jimmy deep into her. Hey, one of you guys, I'll bet he gives good head."

Andy and Kat looked at each other. Kat, who'd gotten a little more stimulation earlier, was the first to pull off her shorts. She took her moist panties out and rubbed them into Jimmy's face. "So you'll get used to the smell," she laughed." Jimmy moaned through the cotton. Then Kat tossed them aside and straddled his head, facing Jennifer.

Jimmy looked up at a pussy lowering itself toward his face, and looked down at an ugly jock bitch sitting on his cock, and couldn't believe what was happening to him. No way, he thought. I'm going to put a stop to -- oh ... oh ...

As Kat's ass filled his field of vision, he felt his cock being raped again. Slowly, at first. He was somewhat able to shut the regular strokes out of his mind -- and then she changed tempos, reminding him that she was in control. That his cock was a piece of meat being used to please a woman he didn't like, didn't find attractive, but who had control of his body.

There was another nasty surprise when he was hit sharply on the side of his chest by a hard female fist. "BLOW ME," Kat commanded. "Don't just lie there with your nose up my ass." As concerned as he was about his rape, Jimmy hadn't given any thought to the fact that a pussy was covering his mouth and that his nose was pressed against this girl's slightly fragrant asshole. He shook his head. Let her feel his refusal, even if he couldn't talk with his mouth full of her pussy and juices.

Another punch to his side. Jimmy writhed but had no hope of escaping the muscular women on top of him.

He felt Kat's weight shift again, as if she were about to hit him again. Quickly, he started to lick her out.

"Good boy," she cooed. Just then, the woman raping him (he couldn't remember her name) stiffened and gasped, then fucked him faster. "Oohhh," Jennifer moaned.

The pussy Jimmy was sucking ground into his face as Kat sat straight up, facing the ceiling. She wasn't having an orgasm, but it felt great. Then she got a nasty idea. She tilted her ass down. "Lick my asshold out, bitch," she told him. Jennifer laughed softly.

Jimmy felt her smooth, muscular ass move and his tongue found the hole she wanted him to clean. It was tight and resisted his tongue, but he was able to penetrate it a little -- and it reward was her ass tightening, squirming above his face and farting right into his mouth. "Tickled," Kat explained, to Andy's surprised laugh.

Then the ass lifted from his face as Kat rotated around and sat on his crotch. "Might as well do this right," she said, and fucked him. She did it hard and fast, clearly worked up from the blowjob he'd given her. Andy, not wanting to be left out, stood to straddle his face.

For the first time, it hit him: I'm being gang-raped, he thought. I can't control anything. I'm just a piece of meat they're fucking.

The second female ass in five minutes, belonging to the second female he didn't know and wished he'd never met, settled on his face. And Jimmy hesitated only slightly before pushing his tongue as deep into Andy's pussy as he could.

Kat was obviously on the verge of coming, and Andy wasn't far off. Jennifer reached over to give a friendly rub and pat to Andy's ass. "Thanks, hon. I'll always remember this."

Andy only moaned happily. She leaned forward and stroked Kat's breasts, and Kat returned the favor. Then the two tenderly kissed.

They came at almost the same time. Beneath them, the juices from their pussies mingled with Jimmy's tears.

He couldn't even reach the drain to open it, which was very important, since there was perhaps half a pint of piss in the tub. All of which had washed over his body and face before his rapists left him.

They'd taken pictures of his cock. They'd shoved something (he still wasn't sure what) up his ass. They'd farted on his face. They'd made him lick them clean after they pissed on him.

Jimmy looked down at his cock, once an instrument of his conquest of women, now and everaver a piece of meat he knew was subject to being conquered. He would never feel safe around women again.

He tugged futilely at the panties. Damn them! PANTIES were making him helpless. And as he pulled, the urine he'd had to accept, had to lick clean, sloshed around him.

Jimmy sobbed in helplessness and utter humiliation. Then he passed out, unable to deal with his reality.

There was a new step in Jennifer's walk, and only Andy and Kat knew where it came from. They also knew that Jimmy wouldn't be their last unwilling sexual partner.

The End