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{ASS} W32.GIBE.B@MM: TURNABOUT [2/3] {Hungry Guy} (MF M/F Mpov Mdom 
Fsub cons nosex) °  
BY:  Hungry Guy (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com or 
hungryguy@literotica.org) ° 

Foreword:  I wrote some of my past stories by request of my fans.  In 
a way, I could also say that this story was written by request.  
However, it would probably be more accurate to say that this story 
was provoked than requested. 

This story is a sequel to W32.GIBE.B@MM: SEXIST MALE CHAUVINIST. 

Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have 
my permission to post my stories for public reading, provided that 
credit is given to "Hungry Guy" (hungry@stoolmail.zzn.com or 
hungryguy@literotica.org) as the author, and as long as you don't 
make changes other than fixing typos.  Even beware of fixing typos, 
for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that may be flagged 
by your spell checker.  Thanks.

    PART 2 OF 3 -- CONTINUED FROM "W32.GIBE.B@MM: SEXIST MALE 
CHAUVINIST" 

    ###

    The erotic writer let a few weeks go by after identifying the 
militant feminist who had repeatedly sent him flame emails and 
computer viruses because of his stories about submissive women 
enjoying rough sex.  Then he made a few arrangements in her town not 
too far from her home and composed the following message.

    > FEMINIST RALLY 
    > 
    > Due to your unyielding support of equal rights for 
    > women and support for women's free choice, you have been
    > sent this special invitation to participate in our rally
    > planned for the 23rd as a special guest.
    > 
    > The following serial number has been reserved for 
    > you alone to:  
    > 
    > 165-281
    > 
    > This code will grant you private access to the rally
    > headquarters on the morning of the rally.
    > 
    > If you care about women's rights, as we know you do, 
    > please don't pass up this special invitation.  The 
    > rally will start at 10:00 AM, but we ask our VIP 
    > attendees, such as yourself, to arrive by 9:00 for
    > the preparations.
    > 
    > Ecologically friendly snacks and beverages 
    > will be served in the morning to all our honored VIP 
    > guests.  Healthy lunches will be served to our honored
    > guests free of charge.  
    > 
    > You may, of course, invite friends, family and other
    > pro-equality attendees, but please inform them that the
    > rally will start at 10:00.  We send privileged 
    > invitations only to those deserving of the honor,
    > such as yourself.

    Then he sent the message and made further preparations.

    On the morning of the "rally," he set up his tables in a small 
inexpensive banquet hall that he had reserved, and then waited.  

    A little after 9:00, a lone woman entered the banquet hall.  The 
erotic writer was sitting at one of the tables with assorted 
pamphlets and brochures scattered across the table.

    "Hi," she said, handing him a copy of the email that he had sent 
to her.  "I'm here for the rally." 

    He was pleased that she took his bait.  He would have a lot of 
fun with her if she accepted his offer.  

    "Please have a seat," he said.

    She sat and glanced at the literature on the table.  

    "Huh?" she said, picking up a brochure for the _CATO Institute._  

    She rooted through the other brochures from _International 
Society for Individual Liberty,_ the _Independent Institute,_ the 
_Institute for Justice,_ the _Electronic Frontier Foundation,_ 
_Reason Magazine,_ _Fully Informed Juries Association,_ and others. 

    "What the hell is this?" she demanded.  "This is all 
_Libertarian_ crap!  There's supposed to be a feminist rally here 
today!" 

    "There is no feminist rally, my dear.  I brought you here to make 
you an offer."

    "What kind of bullshit is this?" she demanded.  "You 
_Libertarians_ are against women's rights, equal opportunity, the 
environment, health care for poor people, and everything else that 
people ought to care about."

    "As they say, that's technically true, but it's not accurate.  
The _Libertarian_ creed can be summed up simply as this: 'It is wrong 
to initiate force or violence against other people without 
provocation,' nothing more and nothing less.  Everything we believe, 
from equal rights to the environment, is derived from that simple 
creed.  Or to put it in legalese, we believe that only _malum in se_ 
are the only real crimes.  Therefore, it follows that _malum 
prohibitum_ are not crimes at all, but efforts by the politicians and 
their political supporters to extort property from the public and 
enslave the public for his or her own material gain and power-lust." 

    "Really?  You you'd let the environment go to ruin, and let 
homeless people starve?"

    "No, we wouldn't.  People like you would be free to set up trusts 
and charities to buy up tracts of land for wildlife refuges, 
rainforests, homeless shelters, soup kitchens, and so on.  What we 
oppose is that you've given yourselves the legal right to point a gun 
at my head and reach into my pocket to give charity to those of your 
choosing, all in the name of 'social good'."

    "But social programs _are_ good.  Without social programs, people 
would starve, the environment would be polluted, women and minorities 
would be discriminated against, and, well, the world would be a 
horrible place."

    "Oh come off it!  Just do a little research, and you'll find out 
who's really benefiting from all these environmental and equal rights 
laws.  You'd find that these laws do more to line the pockets of 
political supporters than to help your causes.  And furthermore, all 
these laws compel people to act through force of mandate -- all these 
laws and government threats against the American people for breaking 
them are the biggest cause of our violent society."

    "What?  You're one of those anti-government kooks too?"

    "I'm not against government, just when government abuses its 
power.  When government initiates force against peaceful people to 
enforce its myriad of petty regulations, it teaches people that using 
violence against others is an acceptable way to achieve their own 
goals."

    "So you're against all laws?  Is that what you're saying?"

    "Not at all," he replied.  "Government has three basic jobs to 
perform.  One, to enforce laws against physical abuses such as 
assault, rape, murders, kidnapping, and so forth.  Two, to enforce 
property rights against theft, trespass, and vandalism.  And three, 
to enforce formal contracts between consenting individuals.  No more 
and no less.  But when government takes it upon itself to meddle in 
people's private lives and businesses in other ways, it becomes no 
different from an organized crime ring using its status to extort 
property from the public and enforce the ruling elite's personal 
morality on the masses."

    "Damn it!  What gives _you_ the right to decide what laws are 
fair or not?"

    "You have that backward, baby.  Nothing gives me such a right -- 
just the opposite, nothing gives _you_ the right to meddle in 
people's private affairs, even if you think it's for a good cause."

    "Okay, maybe, but so what?  What's that got to do with me, 
anyway?  Did you bring me here just to argue politics with me?"

    "Like I said a while ago, I brought you here to make you an 
offer."

    "I'm sure you have nothing to offer me that I want."  She stood 
and started to walk away.

    "Unless you want to spend a good portion of your life in prison, 
you had better listen to my offer," he called out to her.

    She spun around, faced him again, and said, "What?  Prison?  What 
kind of joke is this?" 

    "It's no joke.  You probably know me as 'Hungry Guy'."

    She gasped and stuttered, "How?  How did you find me?  This is an 
invasion of my privacy!"

    He just grinned and answered, "It's ridiculously easy to find 
someone's real identity on the Internet if you know how and have the 
patience to do some digging."

    "What do you want?  What is all this about?"

    "You may not be aware of it, but distributing a computer virus 
with malicious intent is a Federal crime."  

    He handed her a fistful of other papers out of his briefcase.  
"Here's a copy of the pages from the _Federal Register_ with the 
pertinent legislation."  

    Handing her more papers, he continued, "These are court rulings 
and transcripts."  

    Handing her still more papers, he said, "And these are newspaper 
articles describing the prison sentences and fines that people have 
typically received for sending out viruses.  If I report you, you're 
looking at decades of prison time and the loss of your home to 
hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of fines and penalties.

    "But you're not going to report me?" she asked with suspicion in 
her voice.

    "That's up to you.  I brought you here to make you an offer -- to 
give you an alternative."

    "What offer is that?"

    "You agree to become my slave."

    "What?  That's sick!  Your stories are sick!  And you're sick!"

    "Maybe I am, but that's my offer.  Either way, you're about to 
lose your freedom and net worth for a good long time.  You choose the 
particulars -- my slave or _Uncle Sam's_ slave.  My home is probably 
a tad more comfortable than his, though."

    "This is crazy!" she yelled.  "You brought me here under false 
pretenses!  That's unethical!"

    "Oh?  It's perfectly ethical for you to email a computer virus to 
me?"

    "Sending you that virus -- that's free speech!"  

    "I see, it's free speech for you to send me an email virus 
disguised as if it's from _Mister Bill,_ but it's not free speech for 
me to invite you to a fake feminist rally?  That means you believe in 
free speech only as long as you agree with that speech?"

    "Absolutely!  I'm on the side of good.  You're on the side of 
evil!"

    "Really?  What makes _you_ the arbiter of good and evil?"  

    "Well..." she stammered.

    "And furthermore," he continued, "you believe that allowing 
people, men and women, to engage in consensual sex in ways that 
feminists feel is demeaning to women is evil?"  

    "Of course!"

    "So you're saying that you, and feminists in general, don't 
really believe that women should have a choice of the kind of sexual 
fulfillment that they prefer."

    "Well, er -- wait a minute!  You're twisting my words around!"

    "Your words are very plain to me, my dear.  You say that you 
believe in a woman's right to choose, but let a woman choose a 
lifestyle that you disapprove of, then she's being 'exploited' and 
she should be denied her choice." 

    "But you're stories are demeaning to women, treating women like 
sex objects."

    "That's because women _are_ sex objects."

    "What?  I can't believe you can really say that to my face!"

    "But it's true.  Women are many things; and so are men.  We're 
all different things at different times.  Sometimes, we're 
executives, and doctors, and musicians, and writers, and truck 
drivers, and mail carriers, and fire fighters, and burger flippers.  
Other times we're shoppers, moviegoers, vacationers, homemakers, 
lovers, and even sex objects -- men and women alike.  And there ain't 
nothing wrong with that!"

    "Still," she went on, "what you're doing is wrong!  It's immoral!  
And unethical!"

    "No, there's nothing immoral or unethical about making an offer 
to someone that they can freely accept or decline."

    "Of course it is!"

    "If you don't like my offer, you're free to walk away and nothing 
will have changed in your circumstances -- nothing unethical about 
that, whatsoever.  Or if you accept my offer, it will be by our 
mutual consent -- nothing unethical about that either.  But walk 
away, and the _FBI_ will surely be in touch with you soon -- give my 
regards to Susan Smith."  

    The erotic writer gathered up all his literature, slid it into 
his briefcase, and he started to walk away.

    "Wait!" she yelled out.  "I don't want to go to prison!"  

    "That's what I'm betting on."

    "But this is so unfair!  You have no right to take my freedom and 
make me your slave!"

    "You threw your freedom away the moment you sent me that virus.  
Don't blame me for offering you an alternative -- an alternative that 
you may freely accept or decline." 

    "C'mon now, Hungry.  You wouldn't really turn me in and make me 
go to prison for a silly little prank, would you?" she pleaded.

    "Well, like-minded people as yourself are responsible for making 
all kinds of laws and regulations telling people how to run their 
lives for their own good -- imposing draconian penalties for 'silly 
little pranks,' as you call them.  You made your own bed, as they 
say, now lie in it!"

    "What do you mean, like-minded people?  I suppose you're going to 
start bashing all liberals now, aren't you?"

    "I haven't mentioned liberals at all.  Liberals weren't even a 
part of the discussion until you mentioned them just now.  And while 
some liberals are just totalitarians in disguise, conservatives 
aren't much better.  While liberals want to force _everyone_ to 
support their pet charities at the point of a gun, conservatives want 
to force their religious morality on everyone.  Their justifications 
may be 180° apart, but the result is the same -- bigger government, 
more programs, higher taxes to pay for those programs, continued 
payoffs to political supporters, less say by individual people how 
they live their private lives, more violence committed by government 
against honest and peaceful people in the name of enforcing all those 
laws and regulations."  

    The erotic writer was finally finished preaching to this Nazi 
wannabe.  She would either accept his offer, or he would release all 
his evidence.  So, once again, he started to walk away.

    "Hey!  Just wait, okay?  If I become your slave, what will you do 
with me?"

    "Whatever my mood strikes me to do with you, honey.  You've read 
my stories.  You'll be my fuck toy at night.  You'll be my cum-sponge 
other times.  There are other, more extreme, things too, but I'll 
wean you into them slowly.  You'll also have to do mundane chores 
around my home -- cooking, cleaning, and all those other things that 
are demeaning to women.  Whatever I do with you, it's sure got to 
beat a five by six room with steel bars for a door and window."

    She sat down at a table, put her head in her hands, and sighed.  
"Okay," she muttered.

    "Good for you," he said.  He took a paper out of his briefcase 
and set it down in front of her. 

    "What is this?" she asked.

    "It's a unilateral contract in which you transfer ownership of 
your physical body and all personal property to me."

    "This can't be legal!"

    Handing her a pen, he said, "It's not legally enforceable in the 
USA, but it binds you to me ethically if not legally."

    "Ethically?  Hah!"

    "Yes, ethically!  We've already been through that; it is by your 
choice -- your consent -- to accept or refuse my offer.  If you 
refuse, everything will be as if I never made the offer to you.  But 
if you accept, you will be bound to it by your word of honor, even if 
not by word of law."  

    She huffed and read the contract which, in summary, asserted that 
everyone's body is their own property to do with as they choose, and 
that she is turning ownership of her property, i.e. her body, to 
another person.

    She signed it and handed it back to him.

    "Now what?" she asked.

    "Now, I own you," he declared.  "I own your body.  Your body is 
my personal property to do with as I please." 

    - TO BE CONTINUED... -

_References:_  

FREE TO CHOOSE, Milton & Rose Friedman, Harcourt Brace, ISBN 0-15-
633460-7.

THE MYTH OF MALE POWER, Warren Farrell, Ph.D, Simon & Schuster, ISBN 
0-761-79349-7.

THE NEW THOUGHT POLICE, Tammy Bruce, Crown Publishing, ISBN 
0761534040.

THE REASONABLE WOMAN, Wendy McElroy, Prometheus Books, ISBN 1-573-
92208-0.

WHO STOLE FEMINISM, Christina Hoff Sommers, Simon & Schuster, ISBN 0-
671-79424-8.

XXX: A WOMAN'S RIGHT TO PORNOGRAPHY, Wendy McElroy, St. Martin's 
Press, ISBN 0-312-15245-0.

     - END -

 ° 

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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