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Chapter 5 part 3  A Submissive Female of New York City

 
Chapter 5 part 3
 A Submissive Female of New York City

Shh. Stay down, said a young male voice. It was a smooth voice, authoritative but friendly, calm but firm. "You've been through quite a bit."

"Who are you? Where am I?"

"My name is Keith. You're in hospital."

"Why...why..." Sue couldn't get any further words out.

"They said I had to wait here until the police arrived to take a statement," said Keith.

Sue struggled to focus her eyes. Why was this so hard?

"I guess I have to tell you. My buddies and I found you behind a dumpster on campus. There was this guy—"

Fuck. Fuck.

She was beginning to remember. She'd seen the other guy at the party. A tall, powerful build, confident smile, neatly brushed hair, an air of total confidence. She'd told herself then and there that she would suck that cock. Tonight.

She was proud of the collection of cocks she'd sucked. She knew what her parents would think, and she didn't care. If anything, that made the cum taste all the sweeter. Sue didn't need her parents anymore. She had a scholarship.

The guy had offered her a beer on the way out, a different brand from what everyone had been drinking...

"We were able to get him off you," Keith said. "He was...he was..."

"What?" Sue tried to shout, but couldn't.

"He had these rocks. He was putting rocks in your...in your..."

Pain and humiliation went through her. She'd thought herself free once she left home, free of her father's cruelty, of her mother's indifference. But no matter what road you are on, there is always one worse.

Rocks. What the actual fuck? She had been fully prepared to suck his cock. Why could that not be enough?

"I'm sorry we couldn't get you here right away," Keith said. "We beat the guy up, then I called 911. We had to argue with the ambulance to take you, they thought we had called about the guy. I wouldn't let them put you in the same ambulance as him unless they let me come with you."

"Th...thank you," she mumbled. She felt a surge of gratitude for Keith. She couldn't really see what he looked like, but his voice was so soothing and kind, it was the only thing that made her feel better.

Phil could not make sense of this. "If you were really raped, why would you want—"

"Because fantasy rape isn't the same thing at all as real rape," Sue said impatiently. "It's really plain old rough sex. It's just a lot more erotic to call it rape."

"But if you had it in real life, I still don't see why—"

"I don't see why either," Sue admitted. "But I do know that I want it. I think you're still holding back with me, trying not to go too far. It makes me want you all that much more. I want to completely give myself to you. To let you have all you desire."

They had reached the subway station entrance for Phil to head back midtown.

"Tonight's our last night," said Sue. "Don't think about me — think about yourself. I know part of you is curious about rape. Take this chance while you still have it."

The web guy from San Jose was giving his final presentation today. Nobody in New York welcomed this. Too used were they to pretentious young nerds from Silicon Valley bragging about how this or that incomprehensible tech jargon would change the world. Seeing an overweight short brown man trudge up to the stand was not a sight to inspire hope.

Then he began to speak, with a passion, even an eloquence, that they had never seen in a tech presentation. He had a spring in his step, a light in his eyes, something that had given him an infectious confidence. He posed questions. He subtly flirted with the women. He cracked jokes. It was a tour de force, the kind you expect to hear from PR, not IT. It was like opening a bottle of juice and finding the finest wine instead.

Those who had meetings with him were astounded. What had happened to so transform the shy, quiet man they knew?

There were a few oddities in the speech, of course. At one point he said, "We're going to hit that deadline. I'll hit her with everything I've got. This is going to be awesome," leaving his counterparts wondering what he was talking about


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