Men
Strike Back: The Right to Rape
by Sterling
Chapter 4 of 5
Annie
was just 6 when the revolution happened. She watched all the events
involving her big sisters and her parents, but mostly she stayed out of
the drama. She was just a kid.
What they taught her in school
made sense. Men were better than women, more important than them. They
were better at making decisions and in particular better at deciding
when it was a good to make babies. A woman's role was to make men
happy. And as a girl it was her role to make men happy too. Women had
been really mean to men for a long time, so if men got a little angry
and punished women for the terrible things they had done, that was
justice.
No little boy or girl stayed ignorant of the facts of
life after the revolution. Sex was just too much in the center of
everything. Exploring the parts her panties covered, she spread her
little lips and felt around. She found her small vagina and
experimented with putting in a finger or two. Nature had given her a
vagina so she could offer it to men for a place to insert their
penises, so they could get relief and pleasure and end by giving her
their special pee. She knew her vagina would grow with time, but she
wanted to help hurry it along too, so she often found herself putting
fingers up there, pushing the limits, sometimes doing things that hurt
a little. It was good for her to hurt a little if it would help her
develop so men could relieve themselves inside her sooner.
She
tried to see if some of her boy classmates might want to play with her
privates, but they ignored her. When she actually said, "Would it make
you feel good to play around inside my panties?" to a boy, he looked at
her like she was crazy. So she decided boys didn't want to do that,
just men.
She went over to play at her friend Leah's house
sometimes. Leah had a big brother Zach-- a really big brother, like an
8th grader. And one time when she was 7, she was over playing and Zach
had a friend over too -- Kyle. And Kyle smiled at her and talked with
her and Leah. Annie thought she recognized something about the way he
smiled and the way he talked. He mentioned that he had a really
friendly little dog at his house. So when no one else was around, Annie
asked him if she could come meet his dog some time. He said that would
be great, and she got his phone number.
So he met her after
school and took her to his house. She met the dog and got to play with
the dog, which was fun. But she also wanted to serve this young man if
she could.
"Can I sit in your lap?" she said with a smile. No one was home but the
two of them.
"OK,
if you want to," Kyle said. But Annie could tell he was really happy
that she sat on his lap. So she snuggled against him, and felt his
hands moving gently over her shoulders and back.
She looked up at him. "You like little girls, don't you...."
"Oh, sure. I think you're great."
"But you like us more than that. You'd like to touch us a lot,
different ways and different places."
"Oh, I don't know about that, I just think you're really cool."
Annie
had learned from watching Rachel that some big boys and men did like
girls Rachel's age, but they didn't want anyone else to know they did.
So if they liked someone as little as Annie, then they
probably really
wouldn't want them to know.
"I'm
a girl, and my most important thing in life is to make men happy. So
I'd like to make you happy. And so if you felt like touching me
different ways, I'd never tell anyone."
"But... But what about your necklace?" he asked, gulping.
"I can turn off the voice. And let me talk to it first. 'Hey, necklace,
Kyle can touch me any way he wants.'"
Kyle nodded, still looking shocked as she sat in his lap.
"So,
let's see what happens..." she said, taking his hand right hand in
hers. She put it on the inside of her right knee and then slid it
quickly up under her skirt and pressed his palm right against the
crotch of her panties.
He looked pale.
She grinned. "You like that, don't you!" she said.
He nodded.
"So you can play with me anywhere you want. Inside my panties too."
"Oh,
Annie," he whispered, pressing his hand against her panty cloth firmly
before removing it. Next he brought his face to hers gently and kissed
her. She followed his lead, kissing him back the way he was kissing her.
He
tugged at her shirt, and she helped him take it off. His hands then
moved all over her chest and back, and he began kissing her body too.
It
felt kind of nice, she realized, but mostly she was glad she could make
him happy. Before long she felt his hand on the inside of her thigh,
moving up inside her skirt to her crotch again. He gave a little moan
as he pressed his palm against her girl place again.
"Could I... Could I feel inside?" he asked.
"Sure! I want to help you feel good," she said.
He
fumbled with her skirt, and she helped by getting naked with a few
quick motions. He took off his clothes too, and she saw his big, stiff
penis. She'd seen them at a distance, but never close up. That was the
special organ men had, the wonderful organ that was lonely when it
stuck out straight like that. Men wanted to stick it into a woman's
body so they could feel pleasure and relief. If she was a woman she
would now spread her legs and invite him inside her vagina.
"Here's my vagina," she said, spreading her legs and then her lips,
"but it's too small."
"Oh, God, yeah, of course it's too small for that,
but..." After kissing and caressing her all over, he focused on her
inner thighs and between her legs, and then held her lips apart with
his fingers and looked at it from a couple inches away. "It's so beautiful," he
whispered. He began licking.
At
first Annie giggled, but she stopped herself. Her job was to help Kyle
feel good. He licked all around her girl lips, sucked one and then the
other into his mouth, then poked her vagina with his tongue. He got his
tongue in and out a little. Annie realized when he did it certain ways
it felt kind of good. But that's what they said in school -- a woman
got a good feeling when a penis was going in and out as a reminder that
this was the way the world was supposed to be. So maybe she could get
that feeling other times too.
"But Kyle, don't you need to dump your sperm? I'm so sorry my vagina's
too small, but there are other ways, right?"
"Oh,
God, you're so wonderful Annie. Yeah, I really would." He brought
himself up next to her and lay on his back. "Can you touch my penis and
play with it.... Oooo, that's nice... And lick it too?"
Annie hadn't thought about licking a penis, but she did and it was OK.
"Oh, God, now suck it inside, and I'll cum in your sweet little mouth.
That would be fantastic!"
Annie sat between Kyle's spread legs and leaned over his penis, taking
the tip in her mouth, licking it.
"Oh,
baby, that's amazing," Kyle said. "You're so beautiful." And then she
felt his hands on her head, holding it in position, and he began
pumping his penis up into her mouth. She got it -- he was using her
mouth kind of like a vagina. She kept her mouth firm around him, doing
her best to act like she figured a vagina would.
His penis
pumped in and out in tiny little strokes, and he said, "Oh, Annie,
Annie, Annie, oh, Annie, yes, yes, Yes!" With that he pushed in a
little farther than before, and she immediately felt a gush of stuff
into her mouth. A vagina got filled with lots of sperm, so if her mouth
was being a vagina, that was going to happen. It tasted kind of yucky,
but her purpose was to serve...
In a few seconds he released her head and she raised it. He lay panting.
She spit the spermy stuff out onto his stomach.
He
grabbed some tissues and wiped off his penis and stomach, then lay back
again. "Oh, you're so wonderful, Annie!" he said as he looked up at her
in a daze. "Come lie beside me."
She snuggled against his side,
still trying to get the sperm taste out of her mouth. She swallowed and
got saliva to come into her mouth and swished it around, and swallowed,
over and over.
In five minutes she felt his hand caressing her
back, her bottom, the back of her thigh. She also watched his penis
pulse from its soft, floppy condition to being big and hard again. That
was the signal to a woman to welcome him into her vagina... Or if she
was a little girl, do something else. She dreaded the idea of more
sperm in her mouth, though.
"You're so damned sexy!" he said,
rising up, and tugging her to the center of the bed. "I can't fuck it
into you, but I can pretend, and shoot the stuff up inside you."
Annie
saw kind of how that was going to work, so she lay with legs apart and
held her lips apart and smiled. Kyle began stroking his penis
feverishly, eyes riveted to her vaginal opening.
"Oh, yeah,
yeah, yes, oh Annie, you are so fucking hot, so hot, oh, oh, oh, oh....
OH!" With that he pushed his penis forward so it pressed snugly against
her opening -- it even pressed inside a little. She could feel the
sperm coming out and making things sticky and slick.
As he
caught his breath he wiped up the worst of the mess with tissues. This
time when he lay back he snuggled against her side and draped both his
left leg and left arm over her.
It felt really nice. Fifteen minutes later Kyle stretched and got up.
"You should go before my parents get home," he said.
That
made sense. She dressed. He picked her up and held her against his
chest as he stood, hand under her butt. She was happy to kiss and
nibble him, and he laughed.
"Don't get me going again, you little imp!" he said.
When
they were both presentable, he walked her most of the way home, seeing
her onto the sidewalk on her own block before he waved goodbye.
She'd done it! She'd helped a man feel happy.
But
she really ought to figure out how to make her vagina work so she could
really make him happy. She was motivated in part by the memory of that
yucky taste in her mouth. So she worked harder with her fingers, and
didn't stop when it hurt a little. She kept going until it hurt more.
She went at it again at bedtime, then again in the morning.
Kyle called the next day, and she said she'd have time three days later
to come play with his doggy again.
Once
again he walked her from school to his house. But as soon as they were
behind the locked door of his bedroom (with the dog on the other side),
he began caressing her as he took her clothes off, bit by bit.
"My vagina's big enough now," she said. "You can go right ahead and
fuck me properly!"
"Are you sure? That would be wonderful!"
She nodded, though she wasn't really sure.
And
when he began working his penis into her, it hurt some. She realized
his penis was bigger than she'd allowed for. But it didn't hurt a whole
lot.
"Is... Is that deep enough for now?" she said, blinking away a few
tears.
"Oh, baby, that's plenty!" he said, in maybe an inch and a half.
And
then she saw it -- the intensity of male desire as he forced his penis
in and out, holding her legs apart. As he got more excited he pressed
it in a little further, so it hurt a bit more. But not too much.
And
then he gave his moan and gasp and pushed deeper than ever. That really
did hurt, but Annie didn't say anything. She was a woman! She had done
her part, helping a man feel wonderful relief as he ejaculated inside
her vagina!
Each afternoon that she visited him, he showed her
stuff and listened when she talked. He made her feel pretty special.
But of course that wasn't important -- what mattered was that she could
make him happy. He usually did it to her twice, and he sure seemed
happy.
After a few weeks things began shifting. It got to the
point where he fucked her just as soon as they were behind a locked
door, and then just lay there without speaking until he was ready to
fuck her again ten minutes later. Then he walked her halfway home --
across the busy streets, but not the little ones.
Then one day
after school he said he had a surprise, and instead of walking her to
his house, they went up into a funny little room up over the stage,
with lots of cloth costumes. He gave her a sharp, quick fuck and was
done so soon she had time to walk home with the usual kids who went to
her neighborhood.
She was glad to be making a boy happy, but she
got to thinking. In the revolutionary society, men didn't own women --
all the men could take whatever women they wanted. So it didn't seem
fair that she was just making one big boy happy. She should be trying
to keep lots of boys and men happy.
She mentioned this to Kyle,
and he hesitated but said that sounded good. He'd still fuck her just
about every day after school that one or the other of them didn't have
some other plan. In the dim light of the room over the stage, she'd lie
back on a pile of old costumes, pull her panties down to one ankle, and
he'd mount her and drill it in. He was always done in under a minute --
sometimes it just took a few seconds. Annie was happy, though. She was
doing a woman's job already.
She knew from Rachel's experience
that filling out her online profile wasn't a good way at all to finding
men who were interested.
But at school she started hanging
around places where the big boys were, and noticing a few of them
looking at her more than the others. She put herself where an
interested boy could talk to her alone, and a few did. One thing led to
another, and before long she had 3 or 4 boys doing it to her. Sometimes
it go to as many as six. One of them figured out she was doing it with
another guy, and so the two of them thought it would be fun to do her
together. So she often had a fun hour with the two of them together,
receiving between four and six boy-happying ejaculations in her vagina.
She felt very virtuous.
It
was shortly after Rachel got her period and was subjected to some rude
fuckings that a big boy taunted her with a rumor -- her little sister
was spreading her legs for big boys too. She wasn't sure what to think.
"Hey there Annie, how's it going?"
"Good."
"This guy who just did me, he said the craziest thing. He said you're
doing sexy things with big boys. He's lying, right."
"Um, well... You did sexy things when you didn't have to, right?"
"You mean it's true! How much are you letting them do? That's not nice!"
"You say all the time that it's our job to make men happy, like they
tell us in school."
"Yeah, but I was 11. You're -- what, just 8, right?"
"What difference does that make?"
"A lot. So, do you let them look inside your panties or something?"
"I... Men relieve themselves inside my vagina, just like a big girl."
"Annie! How... You couldn't... At your age?"
"I managed. It hurt at first but it's been fine for a long time."
"A long time? How long has this been going on?"
"Um, let's see, about nine months."
"Oh, jeez, I've gotta tell mom."
"No! No, don't tell mom!"
"Why --"
"You
know she doesn't understand. None of them do. You and I, we get the
revolution, the new thinking and everything. They don't."
"You got a point there. But dad -- we've got to tell dad."
"No, not dad..."
"But men know best, right? They're the ones who should be making the
decisions."
The two girls found a time when their mother and Carly weren't home.
"Annie has something to tell you," said Rachel.
"Oh?" said their father, looking up from his news feed.
"It's... Well..."
"Should I tell him?" said Rachel.
"OK," said Annie, not looking up.
"Annie's been letting men do it to her too."
"You? Annie? At age of, let's see, seven years old? No, eight, that's
right."
"She says we're supposed to make men happy, right? Just like I did. She
started a little younger, that's all."
"And you're letting them do the real thing? Wouldn't that hurt a lot?"
"She's
got it under control, dad, don't worry about that part. You men know
best about lots of things, but you can leave that stuff to us." The
girls exchanged a brief knowing smile.
"I suppose you're right." He didn't speak for a moment.
Then Rachel said, "So is that OK? You don't have a problem with it?
And, um, I hope we don't have to tell mom or Carly."
"Yeah,
I can see why you'd feel that way, but... there's a real opportunity
here, don't you see? Annie, if you were willing to let a couple
soldiers do it to you, we could protect them again."
Rachel looked at Annie. "Yeah, he's right!"
Annie stood up straight. "I don't think it's right to protect them."
She'd been thinking about this for a while now.
"What?" said Rachel.
"Why
do they deserve protection just because they have a couple good little
sisters who want to do the right thing for men? And why the protection?
The whole idea of the revolution is that women should take lots of
fuckings because they deserve it, and try to feel good about it."
Rachel looked at her little sister with new-found respect.
"But
you know how Carly suffers," said her father. "Or at least used to. But
still, there's just that one guy she keeps crying about. What's his
name?"
"Tom."
Annie said, "Yeah, I've heard him through
the walls. He's not very nice. The revolution doesn't say men should be
mean to women, just that they can fuck them any time."
The girls
talked back and forth, exchanging ideas. Their father threw in a
thought from time to time. Later the two girls met alone and worked out
more details. Finally they had a plan.
"Oh, hi there, little rugrat. I'm here to shaft your sister again, the
bitch. Unnh, unnh, unnh, aaahhhh!"
"I wanna talk to you about that."
"You? Talk to me? We men make the rules. I can't fuck you yet, but just
wait a couple years..."
Annie leapt up and latched herself onto Tom's front, legs behind his
butt, arms around his back.
"Hey, what the heck..."
"I'm just a stupid little girl, but I'm smart too. So you listen to me
a couple minutes, OK?"
Annie could tell he wasn't the sort of guy who would want to get into
her little panties.
"OK,"
said the big teen boy, caught off balance emotionally. He put the girl
down and then followed her to the living room. He sat on one end of the
sofa and she sat next to him.
"Carly used to be really mean to you, I bet."
"Yep, mean to everyone."
"And that all ended, what.... two years ago?"
"Sounds
about right. Ended because we men took over, and we get to nail every
bitch on the planet, as often as we want. Woo-hoo!"
"Do you ever nail any bitches you're not mad at? Just for fun?"
"A few, I guess. But I love how they've all got to take it.
How I'm
the one in charge!"
"You are. All you men are. You get to fuck any piece of pussy you want,
as many times as you want."
"Except little ones like you."
"Yeah. Old enough to bleed, old enough to breed, right?"
"Right!"
"So back when Carly was mean to you, you wanted to fuck her, right? Or
fuck some other girls? And they wouldn't let you?"
"Damn right!"
"But now you can. You point, they spread their legs, and you do that
thing you men love so
much. You fuck it into them, right? Get it as deep as you can? Go in
and out while their pussy gives you a tight, hot, slick hug. Feels just
as great as anything?"
"Yeah..." said Tom.
"And when
you've pounded away as long as you want, you have a huge orgasm, right?
You spurt a whole fountain of sperm way deep up their cunts?"
"Yeah!"
"Where it can make them pregnant? Where you get to be the daddy, and
they have to have your baby?"
"Right."
"Isn't that the most amazing thing? What you really want to do most?"
"I guess."
"How many times you fucked Carly?"
"Oh, I've lost count. Dozens, maybe hundreds."
"And
every time she spread her legs for you, or got on her hands and knees.
Put her cunt right exactly where you wanted it. Let you drive it in,
pump in and out, fuck as slow or fast or long or deep or whatever as
you wanted. Give you a nice hot squeeze with her pussy. And then you do
it again -- the ultimate male thing -- the impregnating spurt!"
"Yeah, bitch deserves it."
"But
forget the bitch part. You're getting the ultimate male pleasure
experience. The ultimate in male satisfaction. In to the hilt. Going
all the way. Never pulling out. Dumping your cum in the very place
where it can make you a daddy."
Tom didn't answer.
"So if
Carly's been fucked a thousand times, she's had a thousand times to
think about how mean she was. And how wrong. And she hasn't liked it
very much, but she's done it. She's spread her legs, let you all surge
that big hot, thick thing into her very center, pound it in and out
just the exactly way you most want to do it, and let you shoot your
manly goo way up inside. Let you all try to make a baby. Let you try
dozens of times."
"Yeah."
"So can I come in with you when you fuck Carly this time?"
"You wanna watch?"
"Yeah! Watch how a big stud like you fucks the daylights out of my big
sister."
"Well, OK. Wonder how she'll like that."
"Just let me talk to her for thirty seconds first."
"Well, OK. But that's all. I'm going to count."
"OK." Annie raced up the stairs and barged into Carly's room.
"Was that Tom you were talking to?"
"Yeah."
"Asshole..."
"Yeah,
I only got a couple seconds. Are you sorry you were mean a couple years
ago? Sorry you were mean to all the other boys and girls?"
"Well yeah, I guess."
"I'm
gonna make Tom start being nice to you, I think. But you gotta do your
part. You gotta say you're sorry. And you really gotta mean it!"
"Nineteen, twenty..."
"And then he'll be nice to me?"
"No, you idiot!" hissed the little girl, yanking Carly's hair.
"Ouch!"
"You're sorry because you shouldn't have done it. You're just plain
sorry. No reason or angle or advantage. You're just sorry."
"Twenty-four, Twenty-five..."
"But..."
"Trust me, damn it!"
"OK," said Carly vaguely, looking in wonder at her littlest sister.
"Thirty!" said Tom, as the door opened.
"Annie says she's gonna watch me fuck you today," said Tom, rubbing his
hands. "I thought that sounded good."
"Oh," said Carly, eyes darkening.
She caught Annie looking at her and shaking her head.
"Just
tell me how you want it, Tom," said Carly. "But first, I just want to
say... I shoulda said this before, but I want to say it now... I'm
really, really sorry for how I treated you way back when. Like I was a
total jerk. A bitch. An asshole. I didn't see it then, and then I've
been angry since then and didn't want to admit it. But I was totally
wrong. And I'm so, so sorry." She fought back tears.
"You're not crying your way out of getting fucked, you know..." said
Tom.
"Oh, I know!" said Carly, brightening. "I'll do it just the way you
want, I just wanted to say that."
"Well, OK," said Tom... "So, on your back, dress up around your middle,
panties around one ankle."
Annie said, "Sounds hot. But why don't you rip those panties instead."
Carly gave her a questioning look but said nothing.
"Rip 'em down the middle, make a panty slit to match the girly slit
inside. Ruin her panties!"
"Whoa, that's a pretty hot idea!"
"Great. So you ready to do her?"
"Oh, yeah." He stripped.
"That's a really impressive tool you got."
"Thanks, kid."
"Ain't she just so fuckable? Pretty face? Smooth thighs. Cute little
feet way out at the ends?"
"How'd you get such a dirty mind, kiddo?"
"Oh, never mind that. You got a tool that could rip a girl to shreds.
So first shred those panties."
"Oh,
yeah." He dug a paw in at each side of her groin, one set of fingers
into each leg hole. And then he gripped and pulled out hard to the
side. They could hear the ripping of the panty cloth. "Guess I trashed
those panties all right."
"Yeah, but look inside, through the shreds. Pussy lips, right? Moist
pussy lips."
Carly reached down to hold herself open, but Annie waved her back.
"Nah,
Tom, you hold her open, use your hand, spread her open. Those lips keep
the insides clean and safe when no one wants to use her, but that's not
now. You want to use her, and how! See her vagina -- cunt -- the
opening there. You sure as hell know what to do with that, right?"
"Oh, yeah," muttered Tom. "I'm gonna fuck it!"
"Right,
and there's the tip of that huge strong meat you've got, right in that
moist hole... You sure got the right place." Annie leaned over so her
lips were an inch from the big boy's ear, as he gazed down at his cock
right on the entrance. Then in a harsh whisper, she said, "So, nail
her!"
Tom gathered all his masculine strength and gave a huge
shove that would have forced his cock through steel mesh. But there was
no steel mesh and he surged inside until his pubic bone bumped hard
against Carly's.
"Oh, yeah, you nailed her good! And how does that cunt feel? Hot and
slick and tight?"
"Oh, yeah!"
"About
as good as a cunt could feel, right? You can't imagine a place more
perfect for fucking in and out of than that, right? And you're giving
her a good, hard fuck."
Tom fucked in and out with a grin on his face.
"And
look at what you've conquered. Pretty face, looking really impressed at
how good she's getting fucked. And you can see the size of her boobs
under that dress, but there are those silky thighs, spread so wide
apart. Women used to always keep them tight together, hiding
everything, 'Do not enter!' written all over it. But not now! She's
spread wide and letting you fuck her! And when you're done, you can do
it again in ten minutes and an hour, and tomorrow and the next day, on
and on. But right now, in the moment, concentrate on this
fuck. Carly's cunt's taking your whole, huge cock. The whole thing. She
opened up to let you in all the way. But she -- the cunt -- she didn't
leave. She's there, hugging it tight. However deep, however hard,
however rude you are, her cunt's there following you, taking it,
dancing with you, holding your stiff shaft firmly, hot and slick. You
can't be too nasty or rude for a hot cunt like that -- she's just as
rude and nasty as you are! And you know what she's saying? You know
what that cunt's saying, what Carly's saying through her cunt?"
Tom shook his head a little.
"She's
saying, 'Ejaculate! Make me pregnant!' You can't out-nasty a cunt. She
needs your juice, and she needs it bad. She's got an egg in there, and
she needs YOU to smother it with nasty sperm!"
Tom had a dumb look of total pleasure as he pounded his cock in and out
hard, so very fast and deep.
Carly was looking at her with wonder and surprise -- and something else.
"See
pretty Carly, impressed at what a magnificent fuck she's getting?
Getting pumped so hard she's jiggling on the bed. But there's the flat
tummy, waiting to get fat with a baby, and there's those wide hips,
ready to push it out once it's grown, but there's the silky thighs,
open wide apart, and those lips, but they're wide open, and there's the
cunt inside! And you're in the cunt. Wrestling with it, dancing with
it, stabbing it -- but the cunt says, 'More, more, hard as you want!
I've got you, I'm giving you that tight, hard, sloppy hug, making your
tip feel better and better, so much better, so fantastic. Give in to
the feeling, let your nasty male reptile do its thing... Ejaculate!
Spew a ton! Fuck it in deep and make her pregnant!"
Carly let out a cry and quivered.
"You
stud! You made her do an orgasm! The way is open and she's pumping away
to get your sperm straight up to the egg. Hot, nasty cunt, saying, 'I'm
yours, so ejaculate me into oblivion!'"
Tom let out a strangled sound as his strokes got even faster and
deeper, and then a big roar, "YES!!!"
Annie leaned in to whisper again, "You've owned her! Keep pumping that
sperm! She's going to have to have your baby!"
But Tom was spent.
"Aw,
keep your cock in as long as it stays. You're tired, just lie on her!
Give her your full weight. She's a woman, made to serve you. She'll get
enough air to survive. A little strangulation makes the baby grow
better."
And Tom's substantial weight bore right down on Carly, who indeed had
trouble breathing, but she didn't complain.
As Tom caught his breath, he rolled to one side, still panting.
Carly said in a small voice, "Annie, who... what?"
"Yeah," said Tom, "you're like not normal."
"I
dunno," said Annie. "Like I'm possessed or something." Rachel had
helped a lot with the language. She sat on the bed and looked into
Tom's face. "Pretty fantastic, right?"
He nodded.
"That's you getting every last thing a man's inner animal could want,
right?"
He smiled and nodded.
"But..."
here she paused, "Carly was right there being nasty with you, getting
everything a woman's inner animal could want too. Together." She
switched to a whisper. "Nothing about making her suffer, right? Nothing
about making her pay? Just doing a primitive, perfect fuck, because
it's primitive and perfect."
"But..." said Tom, groggily.
"Shhh..." said Annie. "Just think about it. Don't say anything."
Tom
came to fuck Carly again, but he left out the parts about making her
suffer. The two of them remembered the amazing monologue Annie had
given them. The vengeance left. Tom still fucked her. He fucked her
hard and didn't ask her opinions. He didn't care whether she liked it
or not. But the intent to hurt her was gone. He just fucked her because
he wanted to fuck her and it felt good.