Message-ID: <6231eli$9712091152@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year97/6231.txt> From: wiley10 <wiley10@nym.alias.net> Subject: Rant (no sex) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19971209071858.4724.qmail@nym.alias.net> Warning: This story contains no explicit descriptions of sex, although it alludes to sex. If you are looking for hardcore porn, go elsewhere. Author's note: I write what I enjoy reading. I enjoy reading rape stories, albeit of a genre where the woman derives sexual pleasure from the rape (I do believe that a new story code should be made up just for this genre, but I cannot think of one offhand). I also enjoy slut stories, but only of the more humiliating and degredating kind. A discussion about dark fantasies, and therefore rape stories, on assd piqued my interest, and I wondered in what type of world such fantasies could be indulged without damage to the victim. The story Rant envisions such a world. I would draw a comparison to a world where rape does not injure the victim, a world described in Rant, with the world of Dolcett, where women are squewered, cooked, and served on platters, seemingly still alive. His world is one where certain women are no better than beasts, and are treated as such. After this too long intro, enjoy, Wiley10 Rant I speak for all men. Without the constraints of society, women would devour us. Society, for our preservation, constrains them, binds them, restricts them, holds them back, teaches them what is good, what is bad, what is shameful, buries their sexuality under rules and mores and laws and customs. Every man rightly fears the power of a woman, the all devouring nature of her sexuality, of a volcanic lust which is barely held down by the accumulated weight of thousands of years of society. You can see it best in the young women, when they first feel the raging power which is theirs flow from between their legs, before they have taken the laws and customs and mores of their society into themselves, before they are taught to imprison their sexuality within bonds of shame and self-loathing. Twelve year old, thirteen year old, fourteen year old girls begin flirting, teasing, their minds obsessed with the other, with boys, with men, with sex, with the hidden part of their bodies which society tells to avoid, to preserve, to identify as so intensely personal that they cannot show it, share it, even touch it themselves. A man must beware a girl this age, when her powers, although embryonic, are their most free, their most alluring. She is beguiling, a nymphet, a fairy girl of slender limbs and dimpled smiles and smooth, inviting flesh; the locks and chains of society not yet shackling her wontoness, her natural, abysmal, sexual depravity. If a man succumbs to the flame of her allure, he is like a moth flying to his own destruction. His kiss, his touch, his attraction pierces the veils of illusion with which society, to protect us, to protect all men, has begun to hide her powers from herself, begun to shade her mind from her true self. The light of her true self, her true nature, falls upon a girl of this age who has known sex. She does not hate herself, does not revile the act, does not feel the intense shame and self-loathing which is man's only protection from her, for she has not yet been inculcated with the belief she is supposed to associate all these with sex. Instead she feels a euphoria, a love which turns to self-love as she realizes her full self, her full power. She becomes ravenous, unquenchable, her loins burning for every man's manhood; she becomes a succubus, inhuman in her needs and her depravities. There is no limit to what she will do to feed her desires. This is not a bad thing, some men might say: they are fools. There is one man for every woman, and yet such a woman needs ten men, twenty men, endless men to satisfy her cravings. And every woman who is her true self gives lie to the strictures which society uses to bind the others- every woman who is lustful is a slut, a whore, worthless, society says, for society cannot control them, and if women were not trained to be party to this lie, they would see it for what it was, an attempt to rebind a free woman. A free woman is like a disease, unless contained she will spread her freedom to others, and they will together suck the life from all of mankind. Once a girl is past her youth, is eighteen, nineteen years of age, the greatest danger has past. She has been conditioned to see sex as shameful, degrading. Women who enjoy sex are sluts, whores, trash. She enjoys sex only with her husband, or her fiancÚ, and it is not the sex, it is the love she feels for him. Her pleasure, she thinks to herself, comes from pleasing him; her physical responses come from his skill with her body. Guilt and shame prevent her from experiencing the true pleasures nature allows her sex. A man who wishes to see a woman wallowing in her sexuality, expressing the full power of her being, is a fool. She will destroy him. But there are no end to fools in this world, so there are many men who seek after young teens to experience this rush, to feel themselves embedded inside the pleasure center of a woman, to feel the power flowing from that center through her body, to hear her cry out in her ecstasy as her chains fall away and she thrashes against him- to make all this happen, even if it will destroy him. And there are those fools who try to teach women that the pleasure they receive from sex is not shameful, dirty, disgusting; few are successful, thankfully, but even those few are too many. Here is advice for these fools who would unleash women's sexuality upon the race of man: don't. And if you must, do not give the women you choose a choice. Do not seduce the young girl, take her. Grab her and hold her and bind her and force yourself upon her as brutally as you can. She will internalize the violation of her body with the sexual act, and though she thrash and buck in forbidden pleasure, and though her loins will burn forever after for a man, she will be shamed by the knowledge, shamed by the effect of her violation upon her. If you cannot bring yourself to be brutal, you fool, then at least bind her with ropes or chains and tell her it is not her choice that you take her, that she cannot prevent you from taking your pleasure from her. The illusion of rape will allow her to feel the ecstasy of her abasement, yet will not free her mind from the falsity that her pleasure is bad, evil, a curse upon her body. There is danger here, too, though, for she will grow to wish to be taken, to be raped, to be bound. She will grow to wish to be dominated and controlled so that she can feel the power of the pleasure that is hers to feel. She will feel shame at her desire, a deep, horrible shame that she desires these horrors to be visited upon her body. She will begin to disassociate her mind from her body, begin to feel that her sex organs are grotesque, are leading her astray. She will need for them to be punished, for her body to be beaten and whipped and burned and hurt to allay the guilt her pleasure in sex brings her. She will seek out men, and women, who will fulfill this need, and thus spread the disease of female lust to other women. No, even a woman who torments herself for feeling pleasure is too free from the strictures which hold the female sex back for safety. They are a danger, like the completely free woman, and must be kept down as best we can. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/><http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>