Story: Riley’s World, Part 1 – Madam President

(CW: extreme, incest (whole family))

Author’s Note: In this and future chapters, “Riley’s World” presents scenes from the world that was introduced in the story “Riley’s Documentation”.

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The campaign ad was instantly iconic.

A gorgeous, nude blonde woman, who couldn’t have been more than 30.  She had obviously fake tits – but stunning ones, nonetheless – and she was enthusiastically rubbing her pussy as she looked at the camera.

“I want you to rape me,” she said.  “I want each and every man watching this ad to rape me.  You can hear me saying that to you now, but if one of you accosted me on the street, and forced your cock into me, and I said ‘no’ and struggled, it would be you who went to jail.  How is that fair?”

“Every day, innocent men go to jail for doing what comes naturally with cockteasing sluts who had it coming,” she went on, still masturbating.  “Women in this country dress like sluts, act like whores, and engage in open hate speech against men, and yet men who use women for their biological purpose are demonised.”

“You know who I am,” she finished.  “You know who my husband is, and why he’s in jail.  Vote for me for President, and I’ll turn this broken country around.”

And then she loudly orgasmed and squirted, and the ad ended.

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The woman was Cupcake Macewell, and she was the trophy wife of Reginald Macewell, the richest man in the world.

Reginald had gone to jail earlier that year on charges of rape.  The victim was a tight young piece of ass named Juliet Horrocks, a feminist crusader who had developed a guilty crush on Reginald after interviewing him for her college magazine.  She had pursued Reginald remorselessly, sending him flirty messages and explicit sexy images of herself.  She had stalked him, broken into his house to lie naked upon his bed, and suggested she wanted him to “breed her” so that she would be “beautifully burdened” with his child.

But when Reginald had finally given in to temptation, and followed her to a dirty motel near the state border, and undressed her, and taken out his cock, and felt her eagerly kiss it and stroke it, some lingering feminist guilt had kicked in, and she had begun to protest and say that she didn’t want to fuck him after all.

Reginald, who had been cockteased for nearly a year at this point, with her hand literally still pumping his dick as she told him he couldn’t fuck her, decided he wasn’t taking no for an answer.  He slapped her, and pushed her down on the bed, and did what she had been begging him to do for 12 months.

Juliet went to the police, and the case was immediately divisive.  Many were happy to point fingers at the rich, privileged billionaire.  But when the full details of Juliet’s behaviour came out, and her nude photos were published in the news, and her explicit slutty text messages were made known, many felt that Reginald was the true victim.

With Reginald in jail, full control over his significant financial assets ended up in the hands of his wife, Cupcake – and no one could have foreseen what Cupcake would do with it.

Cupcake was a bimbo.  She knew that.  She had worked as a stripper until she had enough money to get her breasts blown up into delicious fake whore-balloons, and then she had set out to catch a rich husband.  She had succeeded beyond her wildest dreams with Reginald.  She loved how wealthy Reginald was – and how controlling.  And Reginald loved that Cupcake would submit to his every sexual fantasy, his every instinct to degrade and humiliate her, and that she didn’t seem to mind if he fucked other girls on the side.

At their secret private wedding, Reginald had made Cupcake swear in her wedding vows to always be a stupid big-titted whore, to worship his cock, to behave like the brainless sextoy she was, and to always thank him when he treated her the way big-uddered animals like her deserved to be treated.  

In their pre-nup she had literally signed away everything she owned, and everything she would ever own, and gave Reginald power of attorney to make decisions about her life, her medical treatment, and her body, as if she were a child.

And all of this delighted Cupcake, because it was exactly what she wanted from life.  She couldn’t believe that other women didn’t want this too.  The knowledge that she was Reginald’s property – and property that he didn’t even respect – thrilled her, and made her wild with desire for his cock.

And thus she thought Reginald’s arrest for rape was the greatest injustice ever carried out in the history of man.

She set out to avenge him.

At first, she only thought small.  She found a forum on the dark web where rich people could ask for illegal things, and she put a bounty on Juliet Horrocks, her husband’s accuser.  Ten thousand dollars for each video of her being raped by a new man.  Fifty thousand to the man who got her pregnant.  Cupcake could easily budget ten million dollars for this purpose without making the slightest dent in her husband’s finances, and she loved knowing that Juliet was being raped by a new stranger every couple of days, with no idea why this was happening to her, or that the videos her rapes were being shared on the internet for men – and Cupcake – to masturbate to.

When Cupcake finally got confirmation that Juliet had been impregnated, and that the man responsible had returned to her and told her to carry it to term “or else”, she had the best orgasm of her life.

But she needed more.  Supporters of her husband reached out to her – and many of them had tales of men in similar circumstances to her husband, imprisoned for fucking teen sluts, teasing whores, crazy cockteasing bitches, and other such jezebels.  Or men who had suffered other penalties – cancelled for suggesting that sluts who got raped had it coming, or publicly lambasted for daring to express the truth that women often did their thinking using their cunts.

She wanted to save all these wonderful men.  And so she decided to run for President.

Her campaign was a joke at first.  She had no history in politics, and she was a big-titted blonde bimbo.

But Cupcake was willing to suck as many cocks as it took, and let as many men cum inside her as was necessary.  She fucked her way through the powerbrokers of a major political party – and for those she couldn’t fuck personally, she hired sex workers, and procured innocent young girls, and otherwise greased their cocks until they were prepared to put her forward as a serious candidate.

And she had money.  Money that could be used to find out secrets about her opponents.  Money that could buy her advertising and publicity.  Money that could hire campaign workers.  And she used that money liberally.

Every media outlet wanted to interview her.  She was a story everyone wanted to talk about – the “whore politician”, unashamed of her giant stripper tits, and willing to expose her body on national TV if that was what it took to get people’s attention.  

Everyone who pledged to vote for her in the election got a free nude picture of her.  Voters who convinced a hundred of their friends to vote could ask her to do any sex act – however perverted – and receive a free video of her doing exactly as she was told.

Small donors got their cocks sucked.  Big donors got to fuck her.  Extremely big donors could degrade and abuse her until she cried.

And every night she would appear naked and masturbating, telling people to vote for her if they wanted to make it legal to rape cockteasing sluts just like her.

And when the election came, she won in a landslide.  Men went out and voted for her in overwhelming numbers.  Women could have countered them, but Cupcake’s opponent was an old white male, and many women stayed home and simply didn’t vote, out of frustration with the options available.

And that was how Cupcake became President Cupcake.

Not only did she win, but a raft of candidates for the legislative branch of government were elected on her coattails – men and women with pro-rape, anti-cocktease platforms, all willing to turn the wheel of government in new, misogynistic direction.

Cupcake’s first act as President was to pardon every rapist in the country.  Every last man on a sexual abuse conviction was released from jail back into the community – including Cupcake’s husband Reginald, who celebrated by slapping her, and calling her a dumb whore, and vigorously raping her.  And thereafter Cupcake’s actions as President were largely dictated by her husband – which delighted Cupcake, who had already been feeling guilty about making so many decisions and wielding such power, given how inferior her gender was.

Under Reginald’s direction, Cupcake’s next act was the Female Census.  It was a questionnaire which every woman in the country was required to answer.  It was not anonymous.  The results were publicly available next to each woman’s name.  It was a crime to not complete the survey.  It was also a crime to lie – and as the results were public, anyone who knew a woman could challenge the truthfulness of her answers at any time.

The question asked the woman to describe and provide measurements for her tits and cunt.  It asked her to list her fantasies and fetishes, and describe her sexual history in detail – who she had fucked, and when; what sex acts she had taken part in; which holes men had ejaculated into.  It asked her which of her immediate family members she would most like to fuck, if she had to fuck one.  It asked her which co-workers she would like to fuck, and which friend she would like to fuck.  It asked her to list any complaints she had ever received from sexual partners regarding her sexual performance.  

Women who refused to complete the survey went to jail, with minimum six-month sentences.  For those who did complete it, they had to live with the knowledge that their answers were visible to anyone who cared to look.  They went to work, knowing that their co-workers knew who at the office they’d most like to fuck.  They went to parties, knowing that their friends knew about their secret fantasy for being gang-raped, or for licking a man’s cum from a woman’s pussy.

What the survey showed – according to Cupcake – was that the women of the nation were, overwhelmingly, disgusting sluts, who couldn’t be trusted to manage their own sexuality, and who needed the firm collar and guiding leash of a male around their neck.

Cupcake’s next move was to repeal anti-discrimination laws.  It became legal to discriminate against a woman, in any context, simply *because* she was a woman, or on the basis of whether she was pretty, or had big tits, or dressed sexily.  You could discriminate on the basis of her sexual history – including rumours and reputation. You could even discriminate against a woman on the basis of her sexual *performance* – there was no longer any barrier to asking a panel of women applying for a position to suck the interviewer’s cock, and giving the job to the one who sucked best.  You could refuse to give a woman a job because she was pregnant – or because she *wasn’t* pregnant – or because she used contraception.

It was likewise completely legal to sexually harass women – to catcall them, to slap their asses or casually grope their tits.  You could call women “sexy” or “slut” or “sweetie” or “bitch”.  You could swap nude pictures of them among your friends, and rank them, and publish the results on the internet (or even send them to the women’s families).  You could talk about a woman’s tits and pussy with your friends, right in front of her face, and laugh at her, and ask her if she’d like to suck your cock, and the worst she could do is say no.

All this was justified by the Census.  When men – and for that matter, women – saw just how many women had twisted, perverted fantasies, and who they’d fucked, and who they wanted to fuck, there was an immediate wave of disgust.  It seemed silly that women were legally protected from being called “cunt” when 35% of all women had masturbated using a vegetable.  It seemed pointless to protect the dignity of women when 25% of all women had had explicit sexual fantasies about fucking their own father.  

(Or at least, so the Census said.  Cupcake didn’t see a problem with manipulating the data a little, to make sure it reflected the “reality” of how she saw women.)

But it wasn’t enough for Cupcake – or for Reginald, who had spent hard time in jail all because he had dared to fuck a woman in the way that she had begged to be fucked.

Which is why their next step was the Redressing Male Victimisation Act – which established the Female Management Bureau, and the Female Documentation Process, and the Female Re-education Camps…

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