There she was. Leaving her office in her power suit. Walking a power walk. Trying to present this aura of being some powerful force of nature that should be reckoned with. All of that is fine and dandy except for the fact that she is a woman. The fact that she even works at the Attorney's Office AS an attorney is bad enough, but to walk around flaunting how she feels she is superior to me, a MAN, is apalling.1
I followed her to her car. A Mercedez-Benz SL600 Roadster. It was a man's car with a price tag well over one hundred grand. My hate for her just boiled over the top. As she attempted to climb inside, she didn't need to worry about the locks because just her mere presence made it unlock for her, I grabbed her from behind. I bent her head back towards me, pressing my knee against her hips into the side of the car and exposing her neck.2
Her bright green eyes looked at me, wide in shock and fear. All power and professionalism was drained from them and they now looked beautiful in this submissive state. The transformation shouldn't be too difficult with this one. Past the powersuit was a trembling little girl who didn't have the balls to fight back. It wasn't long before I had her stuffed into her trunk duct taped and gagged. I drove her car down to a trashy part of town. 3
Parking in the back alley of a decrepit hotel that I'd already gotten a room at I brought her upstairs. After I ripped off her clothes and threw her on the bed. Her tears smeared her mascara all the way down to her chin. She looked more like a woman should, submissive. The only thing missing was a willingness to please. That was shown to me once I drew out my pistol and touched it to her temple. Cold steel had a tendency to bring out what you wanted from people.4
She did whatever I wanted. A few attempts to escape left her with a black eye and a bruised foot. After I stomped on her foot with my boots she didn't think to make any other attempts. When I was done with her I told her the same thing I told every other woman.5
"You're a woman. You are nothing more than something that pleases a man. Remember what you've done this day. You have pleased me in whatever way I wanted and that is all you are. An animal. Nothing more." I left her in the room crying. Her will defeated.
Author notes
The views and opinions expressed in this story do not portray that views or opinions of the author. This is merely a story with a point of view to present for the contest.
A contest entry
- What it means to be a women by kaylaface.
210 points, ended January 25, 2008, 7 entries
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
Give it to me hard, no holds barred.
Comments
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Do you realize that three out of every ten men you pass on the street have at one point in their lives raped and/or taken advantage of a woman or child?
I like your story. I don't know if you are a man or a woman, I haven't gotten that far yet. But as a victim of rape myself, this speaks to me in some dark little corner.
Best of luck in the contest.
-Shae Lynn -
I think the beginning sentence should be "There she was. Leaving her office.." Or "There she was, ...." With a comma or period after was. Anyway, I thought it was really well written and descriptive with the emotions of both characters displayed very well, especially the main character. It's obviously not a point of view I like, and possibly one you might get bad comments for, but I think it was a unique take on the contest idea that no one else would have thought of and the story its self is really good.
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This piece makes me feel almost angry, which is good. It pulls out an emotion that I didn't expect to feel much of when I started this contest.
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