From ii361@cleveland.Freenet.Edu Tue May 27 12:22:18 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!howland.erols.net!newsfeed.dacom.co.kr!HSNX.wco.com!usenet.INS.CWRU.Edu!cleveland.Freenet.Edu!ii361 From: ii361@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Ray N. Velez) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Whiplash by Dafney Dewitt Date: 27 May 1997 16:22:18 GMT Organization: Case Western Reserve University, Cleveland, OH (USA) Lines: 86 Message-ID: <5mf1nr$47s@alexander.INS.CWRU.Edu> Reply-To: ii361@cleveland.Freenet.Edu (Ray N. Velez) NNTP-Posting-Host: kanga.ins.cwru.edu _________________________________________ Copyright 1997, by the author. All rights reserved. Any reproduction of this work outside the confines of the usenet news group, alt.sex.stories, without the explicit permission of the author is prohibited. __________________________________________ -------------------------------------------------------- "Being a woman is a terribly difficult task since it consists principally in dealing with men." - Joseph Conrad -------------------------------------------------------- Whiplash by Dafney Dewitt In the year 2195, the future looked bleak. Men were to blame. Nuclear War had devastated all of the major cities. Political leaders, trying to dominate and control the world, ended up destroying it. Fuller was a survivor. He was not like other men. He was a peaceful man, not a war monger. Fuller knew the war was more a sexual problem more then a political one. Forcing others into submission was a bedroom philosophy gone wild. He had seen the warning signs on the Internet. Stories like "Tortured Tammy", "Whipping Wanda", and "Raping Rhonda" had been posted with increasing frequency. Men became lust driven sadists. Raping the world was their ultimate conquest. Fuller was a pacifist. He respected women Unfortunately, there were no women left for him to respect. The war ended while he was in a remote forest pursuing his anthropological studies. It was an oasis of calm. He would survive, but he would have to do it without women. Fuller studied the footprints by the lake. They were female. He could tell by the high arches. He followed the footprints through a meadow, and across a small stream until he found them at the base of a huge tree. Three nubile women. One with short tousled brown hair smiled at Fuller. "Hi there!" she greeted Fuller with a friendly wave. Fuller returned her wave, but before he could join them, a stolid older woman jumped out from behind a tree blocking his path. This man-hater started beating Fuller with a large stick. "Back! Get away, you devil man!" "But, I'm not like that. . . " Fuller blurted out, jumping to avoid the painful crash of the stick on his legs. "All men are alike!" persisted the man-hater. "Men are evil raping beasts!" she shouted. The other young women started chanting like they were in a church choir. "All men are alike! All men are evil!" They picked up rocks and started throwing them at him. If he stayed, they would stone him to death. Fuller watched in disbelief as the tousled brown haired girl, who smiled so nicely, joined the others in throwing rocks, as he ran for cover. She looked disappointed when he fled without a fight. Fuller licked his wounds all night. He had found women and lost them. He wanted to love women not rape them, but with that man-hating bitch, he would never have a chance. He had to live his life without women. By morning, the answer to his problems came to him like the snap of a whip. That evening, the young girls screamed as a savage man jumped out of a tree. His body naked, covered with red mud, he had a spear in one hand and a whip made from vines in the other. This was the type of man the women had been warned about. Resistance was futile. This was their erotic nightmare. Pacifism was Fuller's philosophy, but ravishment would be his reality. ____________________________________________________