Author: Hungry Guy
Title: THE RIGHT TO RAPE 
Summary: What do you do if you fall in love in a world where it is every man's right to rape any women, whenever and wherever he wants? 
Keywords M/F Mpov Mdom Fsub slow nc rape cons rom caution 
Language: english

THE RIGHT TO RAPE
By Hungry Guy

    Rational and reasonable people down through history have always believed that men and women should have equal rights, privileges, obligations, and responsibilities under the law.  It started with the 19th Amendment giving women the right to vote.  In the late 20th century, legal precedent established the obligation of men to pay alimony and child support to their ex-wives; everybody, with the exception of a few curmudgeons, accepted this as fair and just.  

    Alimony grew from a small temporary stipend that allowed a woman to get back on her feet, to a lifetime entitlement to "live according to the means to which she had become accustomed in marriage," never mind the fact that this women's entitlement often meant that the man had to work two jobs just to afford to live in a run-down rooming house.  

    Child support also started out as a small stipend to help with the food and clothing for the children--it was a give-and-take: the mother had an obligation to give the father the right to visitation; in return, the father had an obligation to help support his children.  Later, child support became an obligation of the father, with no compensatory right to visitation or other balancing obligation upon the mother.  

    Men who lost their jobs through no fault of their own, such as during the corporate downsizing and outsourcing rage of the early 2000's, and who missed a support payment, were immediately arrested and held until they made payment, becoming de-facto slaves to their ex-wives.

    As despicable as wife beating is, "Zero Tolerance" laws were in vogue at the time, which mandated that a man be arrested on the spot upon any accusation of physical or even verbal abuse my a woman.  Abuse of men by women through such laws was a taboo subject; anyone who dared speak of the injustice was invariably accused of being a "closet" wife-beater or woman-hater.  

    Women's entitlements and men's obligations continued to expand through the 1990's into the 2000's as government power grew by leaps and bounds, often under the rallying cry of "homeland security" and "civil justice."  

    When SDHDTV (Super Duper High Definition TV) comedian Brad Walker declared his candidacy for president as an independent in 2032, no one took him seriously, of course.  Everyone knew he was doing it as a joke.  His platform was to call for the repeal of alimony and child support laws, a repeal of the 19th Amendment, and a call for a Constitutional Amendment declaring it a man's legal right to have sex with any woman, anywhere, any time, under any circumstances, regardless whether she wanted to or not.  

    When Walker garnered enough signatures on his petition to be placed on the ballot as an independent candidate for US President, the defenders of political correctness took notice.  Newspaper editorials across the country exhibited outrage that even a single citizen had signed his petition. 

    It wasn't long before copycats joined his platform, running from everything from dogcatcher to state governor, and everything in between.  A grassroots "Right to Rape" party soon spawned out of the madness.   

    When Walker, and almost every other "Right to Rape" candidate, won their respective election in landslide victories across the country, ousting incumbents across the board, women's groups were stunned.  Most news outlets credited his victory with voter apathy, i.e. so few women took him seriously to vote against him, while he drew out every last man in the nation to vote for him.  Few questioned the fact that even if every male citizen voted for Walker, it would not account for the number of votes that he received.  

    Within weeks of taking his oath of office in January, Walker appointed all "Right to Rape" advocates to his cabinet.  The "Right to Rape" party also won a near unanimous majority in both the Senate and the House of Representatives.  "Right to Rape" candidates filled the governor's seats of almost every state, and also held super majorities in almost every state legislature.  And not one news outlet reported or acknowledged the fact that two of those "Right to Rape" representatives happened to be female.  Still, nobody believed, however, that these people would destroy the country by attempting to implement their diabolical platform of a Constitutional Amendment giving men the right to rape women. 

    President Walker's first act was to issue pardons to every last man (and woman) throughout the land incarcerated for being in arrears on their alimony or child support.  Thereafter, almost every state in the union rescinded their alimony and child support laws.   

    Honoring his campaign promise, the President called for a constitutional convention a month later.  The 19th Amendment was summarily repealed by a super-majority of Congress with the passage of the 28th Amendment.  The 29th Amendment, commonly called the "Right to Rape" amendment, was as easily passed moments later.   

    Walker had kept his campaign promises, but he didn't stop there.  His fellow party members in state legislatures revoked most, if not all, consensual crime laws.  The President, and numerous state governors, issued pardons to people serving jail time for consensual crimes such as drug, gambling, and prostitution convictions.

    American culture changed violently that year as men exercised their newly earned right to rape, but the "Right to Rape" party held on to power for many years to come, being as women no longer had the right to vote.  As decades passed, the pendulum swung back to a more central position, and the more traditional Republican and Democratic parties regained some lost power.  Yet, every attempt to restore women's rights and to repeal the "Right to Rape" Amendment failed dismally.   

    The eventual result was that American society returned to a state not much different than the late 1900's and early 2000's with the notable exception that women had lost the right to vote, and it was every man's civil right to rape any women he wanted, whenever and wherever he wanted to. 

    ####

    Drew liked his new job as a Web developer with Lotsatech.  It was a beautiful corporate campus in rural northern New Jersey.  The private rape lounges disturbed him a little, but small rooms with cots in them were mandated by law at every company with more than 10 employees so that men had the opportunity to rape whatever women they wanted during the day whenever the need came upon them.  Drew had never partaken of this civil right that was every man's birthright, at least according to the 29th Amendment that was passed back in his grandfather's day.  

    Drew was waiting for the bus to go home shortly after 5:00, like he does every weekday.  He was looking forward to the upcoming Christmas and New Year's holidays next week.  Women huddled together waiting for the bus, not for warmth from the December cold, but to protect themselves against rapists who had every legal right to take one of them against their will for a moment's pleasure.  Invariably, some man would approach one of those huddled women anyway, and they would go off together and enter one of the rape kiosks that the city government provided on almost every street corner.  On this particular day, one woman raised a fuss and tried to flee.  Unfortunately, in Drew's view anyway, a policewoman was passing by and saw the commotion.  After questioning the man, the woman, and several witnesses waiting for the bus, she arrested the woman for resisting rape and shoved her in the cop car and sped away.  Drew wondered what would have happened had someone decided that he wanted to rape the policewoman at that moment.  Anyway, the man simply picked out another woman among the crowd and headed off to a rape kiosk with her.  

    The bus dropped Drew off near his home a half-hour later.  He had bought a new townhouse shortly after starting his new job in November.  He didn't know his neighbors very well, so he was surprised when some neighbor had slipped an invitation to a New Year's party in his door during the day.  

    The party was at a neighbor's house across the street.  Drew was never one to go out on New Year's Eve, but with nothing better to do, he dressed nice and went to the party fashionably late at about 8:15 to celebrate the arrival of 2112.    

    Laura Somebody welcomed him inside and hung his coat.  She introduced him to some of the neighbors who had arrived already: Bruce, Rich, Marcy, Michelle, Bernie, Mohar, Vicky, Tom, and Joyce.    

    Laura offered Drew a drink, and then he set about the task of mingling and meeting the neighbors.  People continued to arrive over the next hour or so: Amy, Nick, Stu, Max, Russell, and a few others. 

    Stu, Rich, and Marcy were all car nuts, and talked about nothing but the latest nuclear fusion-powered race engines.  Drew had traveled around the world some, so he chatted with Mohar about India for a while.  Bruce and Bernie were discussing the differences between Giga-Pascal and C++++.  Of course, Drew didn't miss the occasions when one guy or another would pick out a girl and head upstairs with her; it was generally considered good manners for a host or hostesses to provide a spare bedroom as a rape room at such house parties as these.   

    Drew was refilling his drink when Kate came up and said, "Hi!  Welcome to the neighborhood!'"

    "Thanks!" Drew answered.  "Lived here long?" 

    Kate and Drew made small talk for a few minutes as midnight approached.  

    At 5-to-midnight, a hush fell across the room when Laura turned the sound up on her SDHDTV to watch the ball drop over Times Square to songs by Eminem and 50 Cent.  Drew wondered why they always play old-fart music at these things. 

    After a few more drinks, the party started winding down at around 2:00.  Drew located Laura and thanked her for inviting him, and Drew grabbed his coat and headed for the door.

    "Drew!" Laura called out.  

    Drew turned with his hand on the latch to see Laura and Kate approaching him.  "Yes?"

    "Kate lives right next door to you.  Would you be a gentleman and walk her home?"

    "Sure, no problem," he said.

    "Thanks!" Kate said,  "Let me get my coat."

    It was a short walk past one row of townhomes and across the street. 

    "I sure hope 2112 is better than 2111," said Kate.

    "Can't be any worse what with all the South American and Chinese terrorists planting car bombs in Washington DC."

    "Yeah.  I don't know how you feel about it, but I secretly think the Federal government provokes the attacks the way they meddle in foreign affairs all the time."

    "I guess," Drew answered.  He didn't think there was any justification for terrorism, but he wasn't in the mood to start a political argument at 2AM on New Year's Day. 

    Drew stood as she unlocked her door, then he turned to head home.

    "Hey?" she asked in a somewhat startled tone.

    Drew turned to her, "Yes?"

    She was standing in her doorway holding her door open as if expecting him to just follow her in.

    "Nothing," she squeaked.  She smiled oddly and said, "Thank you."

    "Good night, Kate."  Drew turned and headed home.

    ###

    Drew's job continued to go well.  He made new friends and got familiar with the local community.  He sometimes went to the mall to buy videos or computer games.  As anywhere else, it was a routine sight to see men approach women and head off with them to one of the many rape rooms placed at convenient locations by the mall management.  Equally surprising was the number of gay couples he would see.  While the current social climate might make it impossible for a man and a woman to have a normal relationship, he couldn't conceive of turning gay as an alternative--not that there's anything wrong with being gay, of course--he just happened to be straight.

    Drew would also occasionally make small talk with one of his neighbors on the bus.  He had a car, of course, but with gas approaching $12 a gallon, most people took mass transit whenever they could. 

    One Saturday afternoon, a knock came from his door just moments after he had returned from food shopping and put the bag on his kitchen counter.

    "Hi Kate," he said when he opened his door.

    "Hi Drew.  Could I ask a small favor?"

    "Sure."

    "You work with computers and, well, I just rearranged some furniture, and now my computer doesn't work.  Do you think you could take a look at it for me?"

    "Sure," he said and followed her over to her place, and upstairs to her spare bedroom that she used as an office.  He pulled the computer out and poked around the back and tugged on the rat's nest of wires.  "I see your problem!"

    "What?" she asked.

    "You're using a USB splitter because you have more devices than USB ports on your PC."

    "Yeah, so?"

    "You didn't plug in this little transformer doohickey into the splitter and your devices weren't getting any power through USB."  He fiddled around a little more and pushed her PC back into the desk and turned it on.

    "Wow!  Was that the problem?  Thanks!  I feel like an idiot!"

    "No problem!  You're not an idiot!  It's easy to overlook little things like that sometimes," he said, and turned to leave.  He paused since she was standing in the doorway preventing him from exiting the room.  

    "Uhm..." he said.

    "Aaaa," she squeaked and jumped back a little.

    "Are you okay?" he asked.

    "Just nervous," she blurted.  "I know I should be used to this by now, but I can't help it."  She stood there wringing her hands, staring at the floor.

    "Nervous about what?" he asked.

    She paused and looked up at him.  "C'mon!  I'm not naive.  I know what you're going to do now.  To me."

    "I'm not going to do anything to you, Kate."

    "Really?" she asked slowly.  "You don't want to," she said and paused.

    The brick finally hit Drew on the head.  He thought of a quick lie to get out of there fast.  "I would, Kate.  But when you knocked on my door before, I was gathering my W-2s and other tax papers together.  I have an appointment with my tax guy in a little bit, and I can't miss it.  It's so hard to get an appointment with him."

    "Oh?" she said.  "How much does he charge?"

    Drew usually does his own taxes on his computer, and had no idea how much tax preparers charge, so he made up a figure that sounded reasonable to him.  "He charges $250."

    "That's outrageous, Drew!" she said, her eyes wide.  "I work part time at I&S Cube during tax season, they only charge $75.  Look, I'll do your taxes for you, no charge."

    "Thanks, " he said, "but you don't have to."

    "It's no problem!  Really!  C'mon!"

    Kate followed Drew back to his place.  "The dining room table okay?" he asked. 

    "This is fine," she answered.

    "Wait here while I go get them." 

    Fortunately, Drew had all his forms in a large envelope on a table in his spare bedroom, along with all the blank tax forms that he printed off the IRS and New Jersey State Web sites a few days ago.  He brought them back down to Kate.

    "Here they are," he said as he set the envelope in front of her.

    As she got to work, he offered her a cup of tea or coffee, and they chatted together while she did his taxes.

    About a half-hour later, she finished up and said, "Good news!  You're getting a $5,821 refund from the Feds, and a $1,246 refund from New Jersey."

    "Great!" he said.

    "Yeah, but it looks like you're withholding is too high.  You should call your payroll department about that."

    "Okay, I will.  Thanks!  Just let me put these away again upstairs," he said and took the stack of tax forms and headed back upstairs.  When he got to the top of the stairs, he realized that she was following him.

    He set the papers on his desk and faced her.  "What?" he asked.

    Like before, she just stood there ringing her hands, staring at the floor.

    He continued, "Well, I guess we're done, unless you'd like another cup of coffee before you go."

    "Go?" she said with a slight tone of puzzlement in her voice.

    Drew sighed.  "You think I'm going to rape you now, don't you?"

    "Of course you're going to rape me now.  Aren't you?"

    "Well..."

    "I don't like it, but I know the routine.  So I might as well cooperate and get it over with.  Right?"

    "No!"

    "No?" she asked with a tinge of surprise in her voice.

    "No.  Kate.  Listen.  I like you.  I like you a lot.  And I'd like to get to know you better.  That is, if the feeling is mutual.  And if you want to join me in bed tonight, I'd like nothing better.  Maybe we can go out on a date tonight, to a movie or dinner.  But it has to be with your consent."

    Kate stood there staring at him with her mouth agape for nearly a minute.  She started to speak then hesitated.  Then she finally spoke.  "Drew.  I like you too.  I'd love to be your girl.  But you know how the world is..."

    "Yeah," he said with a tinge of anger in his voice.  "I know..."

    She continued, "I get raped two or three times every day at work!  And just as often when I go shopping or to the mall.  Sometimes I know them, but usually they're total strangers.  In the past week, I've had sex with at least twenty different guys!  Do you really want a girlfriend that you have to share with every Tom, Dick, and Harry out there on the street?"  

    The next thing Drew knew, they were in each other's arms, with Kate crying on his shoulder. 

    Drew whispered to her, "Listen, Kate.  I have an idea..." 

    ####

    A week later, Drew and Kate walked together through the mall, hand-in-hand, stopping frequently to exchange kisses just like new lovers had always done.  To the other mall patrons, Drew and Kate looked just like any other male gay couple.  

    Kate looked the part of the butch: baggy jeans, baggy top over a tight sports bra that did an excellent job of compressing her relatively small chest.  She wore a jock strap and cup to give her a hint of a bulge in the right place.  Her short, straight, traditional, man's barber haircut and cut fingernails, with no jewelry, makeup, lipstick, or nail polish did wonders to hide the fact that she was female.  A tattoo of a black knife through a red heart on her upper arm completed the picture of machismo.  Her only adornment was that of a heavy macho brass pentagram swinging from around her neck.  A slight scent of B.O. and rotting meat wafted from her body--a last line of defense--the result of a selection of "perfumes" ordered from an on-line novelty store. 

    Drew looked the part of the bitch: tight jeans, and a tight belly shirt, earrings, lipstick, nail polish, the works.  It was still obvious that he was male, but since Drew needn't pass as female, but as a gay male bitch, that was sufficient.

    At first, they thought it obvious that Kate be the bitch and Drew the butch.  But in the end, logic suggested that Kate's risk would be far reduced if she were the butch.  So that's how it became.

    As they strolled lazily down the mall, window shopping, Kate occasionally whispered to Drew, "See those two gay guys?  That's really a woman.  And those, too.  Good thing you guys are so clueless about women," she said with a giggle.

    "What about those two gay guys?" Drew asked in a whisper. 

    "They're really two gay guys," she said with another giggle.

    Elsewhere, men continued to pick out women among the crowd and head off to one of the many rape rooms with them.  

    Kate and Drew strolled down the mezzanine, unmolested, and entered a steak house restaurant for a pleasant romantic dinner before the movie started that they planned to see, and maybe stop at a gay club on the way home for drinks and dancing. 

    * END *

