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From: kjhackney@hotmail.com (Katrina)
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Subject: Jennifer gets help from her friends - F/m NC, rape, forced oral 1/3
Date: 9 Apr 1997 12:06:16 GMT
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Disclaimer:
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This is all fiction. It also would probably be considered
inappropriate for children. Consider yourself warned.
Introduction:
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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.
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From: kjhackney@hotmail.com (Katrina)
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Subject: Jennifer & friends, F/m NC, 2/3
Date: 9 Apr 1997 12:08:59 GMT
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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.
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From: kjhackney@hotmail.com (Katrina)
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Subject: Jennifer & friends, F/m NC, 3/3
Date: 9 Apr 1997 12:10:43 GMT
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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.
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Jimmy woke in the bathtub. His hands were tied together with panties,
which were tied with one belt to a metal tube over the soap tray and with
another belt to the faucet. He couldn't reach either knot to untie it,
and he wasn't strong enough to break the faucet, the bar, the belts or,
most frustratingly, the panties. A few ounces of flower-printed cotton
that smelled (in Jimmy's mind) faintly of rape rendered him helpless.
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.
============
The next day, Jimmy awoke to find one, and only one, change in his
state: The belt holding him to the soap handle was unbuckled. That let
him remove the belt from the faucet, which let him (with great trouble)
stand, and stagger, female piss dripping from his body, to the other room,
where he found nothing sharper than an ink pen to cut his panty bonds
away. After 15 minutes of fumbling, he managed to rip the panties enough
to work his hands free. He threw them out the door and sat down, weeping.
=============
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.