Author: Sterling
Title: The Net Utility of a Rape
Summary: John has discover utility theory and evolutionary
psychology, and he's discarding quaint old definitions of
morality. He meets a young woman on a hike in the woods and
decides that raping her really is the way to maximize his
personal utility.
Keywords: rape humor MF preg

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 11/1/2015.

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The Net Utility of a Rape

John had just finished his junior year in college. He had studied
philosophy, which raised profound questions about the nature of
right and wrong. There was utilitarianism, the idea of striving
for the greatest good for the greatest number. He had just
finished a course in evolutionary psychology, with its analysis
of amoral natural selection as the force behind some of our
thoughts and feelings. What mattered most was leaving
descendants. Morality and cooperation had their place, but deep
down people like all other organisms were selfish -- it wasn't
something to be ashamed of.

It was all fascinating. If he took his liberal education
seriously, the point was not just to stuff your head full of
knowledge. If what you learned mattered, you should be open to
living your life differently. He was now trying to do that -- to
question old assumptions, to do what was important and avoid what
wasn't.

Hiking made him feel good, especially in beautiful countryside
like this. It was also good exercise, and combining two things
was a good way to maximize utility. It was May, and the semester
was over. He walked quickly down the forest trail. It was fairly
level here, though he'd been up and down a few hills already. The
descent from the last one had been quite steep. Now the conifers
were thinning and he saw a meadow ahead -- filled with
wildflowers. Definitely a little utility bump from that.

He was in Virginia on a seldom-used and obscure trail and he
looked forward to passing the day alone, without running into
other hikers. He had decided that the utility for him in avoiding
others outweighed the utility from the more spectacular scenery
that drew more hikers. The problem was that when he met someone,
there were choices to make. Social choices. He could totally
ignore them, or make brief eye contact, or nod his head, or
mumble,"Hi". He would never stop and try to make conversation,
but sometimes others did. But if they stopped to talk, it was an
awkward social situation.

With the meadow on his right and scrub forest on his left, he
noticed the double blaze that signaled something unusual about
the trail ahead. He paused, and as he did, he heard sounds coming
from his left. Another hiker. Rats! He then saw that the trail
turned sharply to the left, which explained the double blaze.

It was a woman who came into view. Above well-worn hiking books
were gray socks, and then a pair of smooth, lovely legs, leading
up to blue shorts. Above the shorts was a yellow T-shirt. On her
back was a full frame pack. She had reddish-blond hair cut short,
blue eyes and quite an attractive face. Quite a pretty girl. She
looked to be roughly his age, face glowing softly with health and
vitality.

"Hi," she said as she came up to him, slowing her pace. "Didn't
think I'd see anybody else out here today."

A conversationalist. Ugh! "Right, me neither," he said, and
walked past her. Negative utility. But...

But then he stopped. This was just the sort of girl he was trying
to meet. There was a large utility cost to making conversation,
to reaching out, but the expected gain from finding a girlfriend
was high -- should be high enough to justify the short-term cost
of awkwardness.

"Wait," he said.

The girl stopped and turned. She was really quite pretty. Petite
-- maybe 5'2" to his 6'1".

He had always just assumed he wanted a girlfriend. But did he?
What did utility say? What did evo psych say? "I would like to
have sex with you." Hmmm. He realized that was an unusual thing
to say. He had always been a bit awkward socially, but he
shouldn't be bound by social conventions.

"Right," she said, shaking her head. "I would not like to have
sex with you," and she turned to walk away.

He followed her. Someone had told him that the way to really
connect with people was to be himself, to say what was on his
mind. "I would find sex very pleasurable," he said. "You would
too, I believe. It is a natural human instinct. We both would
have pleasure. A win-win situation."

"Bye," she said, walking a little faster.

He matched her pace and raised it a bit. Selfishness. Sometimes
selfishness was good. He put a hand on her pack, and she slowed.

"Let me go!" she said with some heat.

"I don't want to let you go. I want to have sex with you. I
realize you are reluctant. But I figure we could talk this out.
Think about the cost-benefit analysis."

"I'll scream," she said.

"There's no one else for miles around," he said.

"I passed someone a mile or so back," she said, meeting his gaze
and then looking away.

"I don't believe you," he said. "It's very low probability that
you're telling the truth about that. I'm trying to be rational
about this. Explain why you don't want to have sex. What is your
cost-benefit analysis? Do you not find sex enjoyable?"

She sighed. "I do under the right circumstances, with the right
man at the right time. You are not the right man and this is not
the right time."

"Evolutionary psychology can explain our different perspectives,"
he said. "As a female human, you would invest far more in an
offspring than I would. My only obligatory investment is a few
minutes of copulation and a small quantity of semen released into
your vagina. If a pregnancy does result, my net fitness would be
enormously increased."

"Yes, and since this is the situation for male humans, many of
them want to mate with me. I as a female have choice. Typically I
would choose a male and would allow him exclusive sexual access
in return for his agreement to provide resources for our
children."

John smiled. "You know this stuff!"

"Or I might find an especially good-looking man who I judge to
have high-quality genes. The best is to have both combined in one
man. But second best is a male who believes he has exclusive
sexual access to me as a starting point. But then I find a father
of higher genetic quality and mate with him secretly. My genes
are mixed with better ones to increase the success of my
offspring for a generation or two, while the other man helps
raise them."

"And do you judge me not to be of high genetic quality?"

She met his gaze for an instant and looked away. "I am not in a
stable relationship with a man who would help me raise children.
It is to my strong advantage to delay sex until I am in such a
relationship. But actually this is all irrelevant. I am not
fertile."

"How do you know?"

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "I'm on the
pill."

"You may well be lying. It is worth my while to try to impregnate
you even if the chances of success are low, because of the huge
potential payoff."

"This is all irrelevant in the modern era. I would surely have an
abortion if you were to rape me and I were to get pregnant."

"Once again, there is some chance that you would not elect to
have an abortion."

"Have no you decency?" she cried. "No sense of right and wrong?
The golden rule?"

He liked it better when she talked about utility. "I am trying to
ignore such sentimental considerations. Right and wrong have no
objective basis. Social rules are worth obeying within a small
community where your relatives for instance might punish me. But
we are anonymous strangers."

"Listen," she said. "You have laid out evolutionary reasons why
you are constructed to have certain preferences. But we are
rational humans. We can set those aside. Why should you be a
slave to your inclinations? Your genes may have built you to want
to leave offspring, but you don't have to accept that."

"We could set them aside. But in the absence of overriding
considerations, I have chosen to align myself with my
evolutionary make-up."

"I haven't. I use my thoughts to override my instincts and do
what I think is important. To do what is moral."

"But you yourself were suggesting that the reason you do not want
sex is because of adverse consequences to your fitness."

"Yes!"

"But you as a rational person know that you will not suffer the
consequence of an unwanted pregnancy. So why not transcend your
own evolutionarily specified tendencies?"

She looked at him and sighed, and started to walk away. He
grabbed her pack once more. She pulled away hard, but he kept his
hold.

She looked at him a moment. "So, are you going to rape me?"

He thought. "Yes, if you aren't willing, that is what I'm going
to do."

"Well, then let's get this over with," she said, shrugging her
pack to the ground beside the trail.

John smiled and let his pack slide to the ground, but as he did,
the woman sprinted away down the trail the way she had come.

John gave chase. She was fast! But he was faster, and his longer
stride gave him more choice in his footing over the roots and
rocks on the trail. Before she had gone a hundred yards, he
grabbed her around the middle and they tumbled to the ground
together.

"Oh, shit," she murmured between panted breaths.

"That wasn't nice," he said as they lay panting, her face down in
the dirt, him face down on top of her. "I am stronger and faster
than you. You should realize you will pay a penalty for trying to
resist me. Let me see..." He found her arm and put his hands on
it the way you hold a baseball bat. He then twisted one in one
direction, the other in the other -- what he had been raised to
call an Indian sunburn.

"Ow," she said softly.

"Do you agree not to try to run away again or resist me?"

She hesitated. He twisted his hands again, harder.

"Yes! I agree."

He smiled, and as he lay on her, he slid a hand up between her
legs to her crotch.

"Hey!" she said.

He was momentarily embarrassed and removed his hand, but summoned
logic. "Well, we were talking about sex. Surely I'm going to
invade your personal space."

He slid his hand up between her thighs again. His cock was
hardening in his shorts. He could do her like this, face down on
the trail. It would be sufficient for his attempt at
impregnation. But he also wanted to enjoy the experience. That
was part of his expected utility too. Two benefits to a single
activity. The meadow was nicer. "Let's go back to your pack."

She got up, giving him a dirty look, and headed back, retracing
the route of the chase. "I think we should talk about this more,"
she said over her shoulder. "Certainly you can see that I
evaluated this as being so strongly against my interest that I
was willing to abandon my valuable camping equipment and make a
low-probability escape attempt."

"Yes, I can see that," he said. "But the thing is, I'm thinking
of maximizing utility."

"Doesn't the knowledge that this will have a huge negative impact
on my utility weigh in your own calculations?"

"A little, but not much. When it comes right down to it, I'm
maximizing my own utility, and willing to do so at the expense of
yours. It's the rational thing to do."

"Before you were arguing that it would increase my utility."

"True, but that was an attempt to get you to agree. Your
cooperation would make this a higher-probability venture, so your
agreement would help my utility whether my arguments were valid
or not."

"Won't it be unpleasant if I'm struggling and crying and
screaming?"

He smiled.

"Oh, no... You're not one of those guys who would find that, um,
increases your utility?"

"No," he said. "But as I showed you back there, I am willing to
hurt you if you don't do what I want. So if you don't think you
can actually dissuade me from ejaculating in your vagina..." He
felt a strong pulse of blood as he said that, "... it's in your
interest to be cooperative. I imagine struggling and crying is
inherently unpleasant, and if I punish you for them it is even
more so."

She bit her lip. "What if I've got HIV?"

"That's very low probability, and besides, female-to-male
transmission is exceedingly rare in western populations."

"And what if you have HIV?" she said. "No, don't tell me... it's
your utility you're interested in here, not mine. Do you have
HIV?"

"No," he said, then added, "though I suppose it would be in my
interest to say I didn't even if I did, in order to minimize the
chances of your struggling more."

She looked at him, tears welling up in her eyes.

He felt a brief pang of compassion, but quashed it. His utility
was what counted.

"Want to have lunch first?" she said. "I've got a couple roast
beef sandwiches. You could have one."

It did sound good, but...

"Or both," she said, and he thought she suppressed a smile.

Yes, she would gladly give both of her roast beef sandwiches to
avoid getting raped -- that is, this sex against her will.

"No, the chances of someone coming along are small, but they
aren't zero. I think we need to get on with this."

"Even if I'm not struggling, you know this is rape, right?"

"Yes, I know that," he said, looking around. "Over there," he
said, pointing to a level patch of grass ten feet off the trail.

"So close to the trail?" she said. "What if someone comes
along... Oh dear, here I am thinking about embarrassment when I
should want to maximize the chances of detection."

"Good point," he said. Since his interests were the opposite of
hers in this case, he said, "Let's go over that rise... bring
your pack... and mine too."

"Jeez," she muttered, "I feel like one of those guys in old
movies who has to dig his own grave, or carry his coffin on his
back."

They were over the rise. There was a level spot. He motioned to
it, and she dropped the two packs to the side.

"No way I can talk you out of this?" she said once more.

"No, I'm afraid not."

At once she dropped to the ground on her back, spread her legs,
and pulled her shorts and panties to one side, while she flung
her other arm over her eyes.

He grinned. There was the prize, the female slit, and he knew
what lay inside. He pulled his own shorts and underpants down and
over his boots. Some dirt got on his underpants. Oh, well.

His cock wasn't quite hard. He stroked it gently, but it didn't
immediately rise.

She suddenly looked up. "Oh, you can't get it up! That will be a
great way out of this..."

"Not so fast... I think you should strip, so I can look at your
whole body."

She sat up. "But... your chances of impregnating me are surely
just the same if you just stuck it in here," she said, pulling
shorts and panties aside once more.

"Maybe, but that's not my only motivation. I also want to enjoy
the experience."

She sat for several seconds looking at him.

"Do it!" he said.

She reluctantly took off her T-shirt, revealing a gray sports
bra. She pulled it up over her head and it dropped away.

They were lovely breasts, on the small side, but high, firm and
symmetric.

"Boots too?" she asked.

"Nah, you can keep your boots on." He knew how much of a pain it
was to get boots adjusted just right. Besides, it was kind of hot
to do a naked girl with hiking boots on. She pulled the shorts
and panties off and then sat, knees drawn up, arms around them.

He still wasn't hard. "You ought to suck my cock," he said,
walking right up to her. It did make him a bit nervous, wondering
if she would think his equipment was deficient in some way.

"You bastard," she said, looking up at him.

He ought to punish her for that, but... "Just suck it," he said,
momentarily making a fist.

She got up on her knees and took his tip into her mouth. A lovely
naked girl kneeling in front of him, his cock in her mouth. He'd
seen this in porn films, but he'd never gotten it before. It was
really nice! The warm and wet had its intended effect. He figured
this wasn't enthusiastic head he was getting -- she wasn't
looking up at him -- but what the heck.

He'd only had sex once before, actually. When he was drunk, at
that party...

Suddenly she seemed more enthusiastic. She started bobbing up and
down on his hard shaft, flicking her tongue on his tip. It felt
even better! But he certainly didn't want to come in her mouth.
That would rule out the possibility of impregnating her, which
was the bulk of the utility he expected from this.

"Enough," he said, backing away. "On your back."

She reluctantly lay back, legs spread wide. This time he could
see her breasts, her lovely torso, her lovely thighs spread wide,
her neatly trimmed landing strip of curly reddish brown hair, 
and there in the middle, her pussy.

He knelt between her legs and tentatively reached out with his
fingers. He'd never seen this part of a woman before -- he'd
fumbled with it a bit that one time, but he hadn't looked.

He spread her lips apart, and there her vagina was, just like in
the textbooks and the porn films. He slid his finger in -- and it
was pretty wet!

"Hey, you got wet for me! I guess you want it after all!"

"No!" she said, looking up, then holding herself up a little with
her elbows. "Women get like that to avoid damage to their
tissues, which can happen if it's too dry. It's an unconscious
thing."

"But if you didn't think you were going to have sex, that
wouldn't happen."

"I do think I'm going to have sex -- I think you're going to rape
me."

He smiled. "Well, if your body reacts that way, then in our
environment of evolutionary adaptation, a lot of your ancestors
got raped."

"Yeah, probably they did," she said. "But this is the modern
world. Where we have morals and care about each other! At least
most of us do..."

"Maybe," he said. "But you'll have to admit, I'm part of a long
tradition here, doing something that has a venerable history...
OK, I'm ready to go in."

She sighed and leaned back, throwing her arm over her eyes again.

"No, I want your hands out to the sides, like you're
surrendering."

"Pig," she murmured, but complied.

He got his cock tip into position and kissed it against the warm
wetness. Having depressed her labia the slightest bit, he was now
guilty of rape. Whatever negative outcomes that could result were
now a sunk cost. Might as well enjoy himself -- and enjoy this
girl. Enjoy copulating with her.

"No, please..." she murmured, looking down where their genitals
were touching but not yet engaged.

He pushed in. It felt great. It went a lot more smoothly than it
had with that girl when he was drunk. It was hot and smooth and
the friction felt fantastic.

He pulled his cock out an inch and pushed it back in, and as he
repeated his stiff organ burrowed deeper and deeper. Finally his
whole length was inside the girl and the penetration was stopped
by their pubic bones bumping. "Aahhhh!" he said. He began a
vigorous in and out motion.

What a peak experience, as that old saying went. Beautiful sunny
day, field of flowers, lovely girl on her back below him, arms
out in surrender. He considered mentioning what a significant
bump in utility he was experiencing -- but decided that saying so
would not increase utility any further. And down below, they were
joined in that very specific way -- the way of sex, reproduction,
mating. He went on and on, because it felt so great.

"You could finish any time, right?" she said. "Future rewards
discounted?"

"Nah," he said, though he liked her thinking. "The fucking feels
so good, I'm motivated to go on a good long time. Orgasm will be
great, but coming soon means less of the pleasure of just fucking
in and out. Besides, I'm wired to do this so it will push out any
sperm that might be up there from another man who had sex with
you... Like your boyfriend just before you left for your hike..."

It was just a fantasy, but the way she looked up at him made him
think maybe it was true. "Did you? Did you have sex this
morning?"

After a brief pause, she said, "He used a condom."

The idea excited him. "Oooo! So you do have a boyfriend... And if
you get pregnant he'll think it was a condom failure... I'll bet
you are fertile, and don't believe in abortion... And I'll bet
I'm stronger and bigger and more handsome than him... Might be in
your interest after all! Man, this is so exciting!"

She didn't deny any of it. "I'm not going to have a baby. I don't
want a baby!"

"Women these days often postpone childbearing so long they don't
have any babies at all. So even if you don't want this
consciously, it may be in your long-term genetic self-interest."

She closed her eyes and sighed, hands still out to the side in
surrender.

He fucked away, and then noticed her biting her lip. Her eyes
were closed and she had an expression of concentration. Why would
that be? Well, in the porn movies...

He felt fantastic, and it sure looked like she was sexually
aroused, heading for an orgasm? Her pussy felt even slicker and
hotter and more inviting than when he'd first slid in.

He pumped harder, grunting as he fucked away. He could feel
himself getting close, his cock hard as anything, pleasure
building in his loins.

He saw her scrunch her eyebrows, and then he felt her vagina
clench around his cock as she shuddered.

"Oh, baby, you're coming!" he said. "Your body wants it! Be right
with you!" He gave a few wild thrusts, but five seconds later
jammed up to the hilt and held still -- he could feel faint
twitches in her vagina. Spurt after spurt erupted from his cock
into the deep end of her vagina. The pleasure was indescribable.
When his cock finally finished unloading, he still held himself
in deep. No extraneous fucking to push his own seed out.

"I delivered my semen. A lot of it. Just what I'm designed to
do... And it felt fantastic too. Maybe it will make you
pregnant."

Now she flung an arm over her face.

His cock softened rapidly, and when it was good and soft he let
it slide out, while the bulk of the semen stayed up inside.

"You had an orgasm too, and you have a chance of reproducing from
this. Surely that is some positive utility."

The girl sat up and began dressing, starting with her panties and
shorts. He didn't stop her.

"You never even asked my name," she said, her jerky movements
showing her anger.

His utility was not increased by knowing her name -- or maybe it
was.  "What's your name?"

"Mary," she said. "Mary Sukeforth. From Fitchburg -- Fitchburg,
Massachusetts. It's my home town. So now you know who you raped."

John was silent.

"And what's your name?"

"It would hardly be in my interest to tell you that."

"Yeah, I didn't think so. A prosecution would be a heavy dose of
negative utility for you. But it would be a pretty heavy dose for
me too. I suppose seeing you suffer would give me some utility.
On the other hand, you might not be convicted."

"I like your way of thinking," he said, smiling.

She frowned. "I may experience great positive utility from doing
my part to protect other women from creeps like you -- and
negative utility for not doing so." Her sports bra was back in
position.

"I don't believe you," he said.

"Asshole!" she said.

He shrugged sheepishly.

"But you have my name. That's enough to track me down. So if
there is a baby, maybe you can look him up so he can know who his
daddy is." She pulled her T-shirt into position.

John smiled and nodded, thoughtful.

"Oh, gross," she said, looking between her legs. "Well, I gotta
go anyway." She suddenly pulled her shorts and panties down and
squatted. Pee burst forth and onto the ground -- a fascinating
sight he'd never been privy to before. John could also see the
milky secretions on her pussy lips. She reached her finger up
inside to pull more out.

"No, no!" he said, reaching a hand out towards her. "Let it stay
up there and only come out naturally. Let nature take its
course."

Still squatting, she sighed, looking at him and shaking her head.
"This stuff that's leaked out is no use, right?" She took a blob
from her lips onto her finger. More oozed out.

She reached out and smeared it on his right calf, leaving a mix
of semen, girl sex juices, and a bit of pee. He didn't complain.
She repeated several times, slobbering some on his left calf too.

"Can you get me some toilet paper? Top compartment on the left
side?" Her pack was on the ground behind him, within easy reach.

He liked the idea of doing that. Was it to be nice? No
sentimentality! he chided himself. But, the less she hated him,
the greater the chances she would not have an abortion. He fished
it out and handed it to her. She wiped herself, and for good
measure wiped his calves too, then stuck the wadded up paper into
the center of the roll. Leave nothing but footprints...

What was he still doing here? He'd had his encounter. He'd
maximized his utility. Had he ever!

He slung his day pack on and said, "Hey, that was great, Mary.
Thanks a lot."

"Fuck you," she muttered, as she rose and fiddled around with her
pack.

"To the extent there is a literal meaning to that, I'd say I just
did." Hmmm, that wasn't so good for minimizing the chances of her
abortion -- but then it felt good to say it, so that was utility
in itself. He was hungry and his mouth watered at the thought of
a roast beef sandwich -- or both of them. But he figured she at
least deserved her full lunch. More to the point, it was good to
keep the mother of his baby healthy. He did have his own lunch
too, even if it was just peanut butter and jelly.

She had her pack on now, and cinched the waist belt. She turned
to face him. "I'd spit on you, but you might punish me for that."
She settled for giving him the finger. She walked back to the
trail and he followed. She turned left and started walking at a
brisk pace.

He watched her go. She looked exactly the way she had less than
an hour before when he met her. Only one small thing was
different. Her vagina was teeming with his sperm. And that could
make all the difference in the world to his utility.

Should he do this on a regular basis as opportunities presented
themselves? Should he go out of his way to make more
opportunities?

Now that it was all over, he couldn't help noticing this feeling
of guilt inside him, something vague -- but huge. Sentimentality!
But this wouldn't be wished away so easily. He suddenly wondered
whether that guilt was itself going to weigh heavily on his
utility. Maybe it wouldn't be so easy to make it disappear. He'd
have to think about that. Oh well, live and learn!

Mary. Mary Sukeforth of Fitchburg. He'd have to remember that.
Some day... maybe some day he'd look her up. He'd have to
consider the costs and benefits to that, think about the net
utility.

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