Libby was a university student who considered herself a feminist – a fairly rabid one at that – and so she had done her best to brutally suppress any thought that didn’t align with the values that formed the core of her identity.
But suppressed ideas can fester, and engaging with feminist theory at full volume on a 24/7 basis was stressful and traumatic. Over time, all the thoughts she was trying to silence began to express themselves in surprising and often spectacular ways.
It started with mockery of her female friends. Libby had always had an embarrassingly large rack. She found herself suddenly unable to stop herself needling those of her friends with smaller tits, telling them they were unattractive, that men wouldn’t like them, that they should think about a boob job.
She started to misuse her position at the university rape counselling service, more and more often taking a cruel pleasure in telling her clients that they hadn’t really been raped, that they’d been asking for it, that they deserved it for how they looked, and that they should go back to their rapist and apologise to him with a long blowjob.
She would strip naked in her office after these sessions and masturbate frantically to orgasm thinking about the girl being raped, or about being raped herself. Afterwards she would feel so guilty she would painfully spank her pussy or tits, but sometimes that just turned her on so much she needed to masturbate again.
She started dating on Tinder, and fucking any man who contacted her. She told the first few her name, but more and more often she started telling the men that her name was Slutmelons or Rapetoy and begging them to hurt her. Sometimes they would take photographs of her afterwards, naked, freshly fucked, and covered in cum, and a part of her would shriek in fear, but the part that had led her to that place would just smile happily and hope they were posted on the internet.
She had her largest and most satisfying orgasm from the cock of a man who hadn’t even asked permission to fuck her, at the exact same moment that she finally realised she was vastly more happy degrading herself and other women than she’d ever been as a feminist. She squealed with joy at the understanding, and came hard against her rapist’s dick while thanking him again and again. And she realised that the only thing she wanted to do with her life was help every woman have the same realisation, in the same circumstances, that she had just had…
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