Set in the same 'verse as I Said "YES!"
Content Note: Rimming
So the thing about the FAIR Act that occurred to me between the law being passed and the aw coming into effect was that it didn’t specify the gender of the person asking for sex. Nowhere in the text of the Act as passed by Parliament were gendered pronouns used, and nowhere did it say “man”.
Of course, I was horrified, as a woman, and a bi-ish lesbian, that I was going to be at the mercy of any horny cockwagger who decided I looked like a tasty bit of chubby crumpet.
On the other hand, as a bi-ish lesbian who’s not had many offers come my way, and whose tastes run towards the more… aggressive, shall we say? Well, it seemed like my prospects had just improved somewhat. I took care to study what the law said in detail before it came into force. In my previous little note, I explained that this was to protect myself as best I could against those cockwagging hornbuckets whose interest I was anxious to avoid if I could. But my secondary motive was, I wanted to know what I could force another woman to do for me if I just told her I wanted it.
Yeah, it wasn’t the sort of motive I could confess to my feminist sisters. Only a few - the ones I knew were kink-friendly - even knew about my fantasies, and I knew I’d get chucked out of the club if I said anything about wanting to do it in real life. I absolutely was never going to do it to one of them (though, damn it, some of them were really annoying, and really hot, at the same time: I would have loved to rape them into weeping, broken submission… but I’d have lost a lot of friends when they told what happened, and I didn’t want that.)
So, here’s what the law said:
“Any woman over the age of 18 must acquiesce either actively or passively, when asked for sex. A woman shall be deemed to have been asked if she has been informed of the intention to have sex with her. Sex shall be defined as any act involving contact of genitals with genitals, mouth, or anus. A woman who refuses sex shall be guilty of an offence under the Act, and may be sentenced to prison for a period not longer than 6 months. A woman shall be understood as being anyone legally identified as female or presenting themselves as female.”
In terms of what I could ask, the relevant passage was, “Sex shall be defined as any act involving contact of genitals with genitals, mouth, or anus.”
As lesbian sex acts go, the obvious one it allowed was cunnilingus. Scissoring, or tribadism, was another. Interestingly, the law didn’t specify whose genitals touched whose mouth or anus; so I could also make her let me lick her out if I wanted. There was nothing in the law about digital stimulation. If I tried to fuck her with my fingers, tease her clitty with my thumb or even use a toy on her, then technically I would be violating her rights and guilty of a sexual assault. I was going to need to think about that one.
And that was the point where I realised that I really was going to use the law to violate another woman. And that I wanted to do it almost as soon as it became law. Before she had a chance to realise that it applied to women too, so I could enjoy her sense of violation to the maximum. I didn’t yet know how I was going to do it, and how I was going to avoid the men so I could enjoy the experience fully. But I knew I was going to find a way.
I needed to wait a few days after the law came into force, because otherwise she might report me and I wasn’t sure I wanted to be a test case for my interpretation! And also, there were one or two wrinkles creeping into my plan… Also, it might make it easier to find a gap in the cockwagging during which I could strike. I needed her to be utterly convinced that I had every right to do what I was going to do, and she had no hope if she complained.
But I couldn’t leave it too long, either. If someone else did the test case, and it came out the wrong way, I would miss my chance! So I made up my mind: the law came into force on a Monday. I would hunt on Friday or Saturday night. I worked out a few scenarios, “action-on” decisions and so on, for each one, so I would be able to act with confidence and power when it came to it.
Friday night. Choosing my hunting ground was tricky. I didn’t want to be at risk of being asked myself, but I couldn’t go to a lesbian bar. The news of what I’d done would get back to my friends - and besides, I wanted to violate a straight woman and have her sob as I broke her paradigm and sense of her place in the world.
I managed to find a rather posh middle-class bar not too far from where I lived. My guess was that there would be a lot of wife-swapping in that social grouping, but the truly predatory instincts would be restricted to people they already knew, resented, or had lusted after for years without daring, and now had the right at last to do what they wanted to whoever it was. And the girls - some might be “trendy bi-curious” but most would be the sneery straight types who thought Katy Perry kissing a girl and liking it was totally edgy, man. One of them was going to kiss my twat and I didn’t care if she liked it or not - better if she didn’t the way I was feeling. It was their class who voted in this government, it was their class who created this evil law. By the time Friday night came around, I was eager to show the bitch (whom I hadn’t even met yet) what she was good for…
I wore a classic black trouser suit, a little bit more “power dressed” than my usual style, but perfect to blend in with the crowd I would see. I’d cased the target a few weeks beforehand and knew just how I’d approach it. I knew what to order to drink, and I knew the layout. This was going to be easy.
I stuck to non-alcoholic drinks: expensive perrier water was the trendy way to stay sober. I didn’t like it much, but I fit in and nobody seemed to give me a second glance. The guys there were discussing whom they’d fucked since the law came into force. The women were discussing whom they wanted to ask them. Sluts. One of them caught my eye especially. Ashley, they seemed to call her. A couple of inches taller than me, with hazel eyes and matching hair cut in a neat bob. Confident, opinionated, and I’d already heard her sneer at the feminists who’d opposed the law, calling them dykes, “carpet-munchers”, dumpy, fat, just angry cos they couldn’t get a man like she could… oh, boy, this was going to be so sweet. She was drinking a lot as well, and she wasn’t drinking perrier water, that was for sure. She wore a pale grey skirt suit, with a skirt that had clearly been designed when it was a good idea to tease your boss with a flash of cleavage, a lot of thigh, and maybe a glimpse of something more.
I knew what was going to happen now. I knew my plan perfectly.
After about an hour during which I completed the 5 clues of the cryptic crossword that I could understand, and pretended to work on the rest of the puzzle, Ashley made her way a little unsteadily to the ladies. I followed just a couple of paces behind. They were nice, clean, posh loos. In my fantasy I’d imagined going into some dirty, seedy joint with disgusting bogs and degrading my victim there, but of course a smart venue like this would have equally smart toilets, with bright white tiles and pale yellow walls, and shiny taps where you waved your hand over the sensor to make the water flow. In real life, it was a much more suitable setting.
I waited while she peed, leaning on the wall opposite the door to her cubicle. When the door opened I stepped up to block her way out.
“I’m going to have sex with you, Ashley. I want to taste your dirty middle-class cunt, and you’re going to make me come on your face with your mouth.”
“What the fuck?! Are you mad?!” Ashley squeaked.
“Oh, absolutely. I’m a rug-munching dyke who’s so ugly I can’t get a man. But I’m also a person who’s asked you for sex. And the law says you can’t refuse.”
“But… no, you…”
“The law doesn’t say it has to be a man, bitch. And I just recorded you saying ‘no’. So unless you want to go to prison, you’re going to sit on that toilet seat, take your panties off, and spread that pretty little cunt of yours for me, and then you’re going to beg to lick mine until I come. Is that clear?”
I’ll give her this: Ashley really thought about resisting. I swear when she opened her mouth, she was about to refuse me again.
Instead, she reached up under her skirt and dropped her knickers as I’d ordered, shuffling back onto the toilet seat. As she obeyed me, she pleaded, “Please, I’m sorry I said those things. But I’m not…” she waved her hands vaguely.
“You are now, bitch,” I said cheerfully as I pushed the scandalously short skirt up around her waist to expose her delicate pink cunt.
“Shaved? that’s so sweet of you! Your boyfriend complain once too often about pubes in his teeth?” I taunted. Ashley whimpered and nodded. I grinned wolfishly. Just answering my question showed I had her mind where I wanted it…
“Hands behind your back, bitch,” my voice was sing-song, light and airy. She obeyed slowly but without real hesitation, so I kept the ziptie loose when I fastened her wrists together. Besides, I didn’t want any marks to show I’d bound her. She could probably have slipped right out of them if she’d tried, but the message was what mattered. I didn’t want her hands involved, and she was going to obey me. I fondled her tits through her blouse as I moved in closer to her.
“Spread those milky white thighs, bitch. Really open up for me…” She nodded, and I swear I saw a single tear forming as she opened, her knees nudging the sides of the cubicle. I pulled out my phone and she gasped as the “click” sound proved I’d snapped her snatch.
“I only let my boyfriends do that!” she whined.
“Tonight, I’m your boyfriend, bitch.” I took another picture, her whole body now. Then I switched to video and hung the phone in my jacket pocket to record the whole thing, my jacket hanging on the peg on the door.
Finally, I crouched down, my hands on Ashley’s legs to hold them open, and I gently teased her hairless crotch with my tongue.
“No, don’t do that,” she begged.
“Like it too much, do you?” my voice was a little muffled by her body, but who cared? I could already taste her becoming wet and aroused under my mouth. I bet her boyfriends loved how quickly she got turned on. I paid special attention to her clit, gently sucking on it and alternating flicks of my tongue. She gasped and I felt her body tremble.
“Please…!” Oh, this was so sweet. She’d be questioning her sexuality for years after this, even if I didn’t actually make her come.
“You’d better be as good as this to me, bitch, or I’ll share the recording of you saying no to the police!” I felt her stiffen with fear. No, I didn’t think she was going to come, but I was already dripping in my crotch from that, and the little gasp she gave. I shifted my attentions to her slit, forcing my tongue between her labia and nudging against her tight, dripping hole. Her body was resisting me, but I didn’t care. I just wanted her to feel the shame of having my tongue forcing against her hole. Her whimpers were half dismay and half pleasure, and I’m sure the dismay was because of the latter, at least in part.
I waited until my cunt ached so much I couldn’t bear it any more. Ashley’s smooth, chiselled, haughty features were streaked with tears and sweat when I looked up, but her voice whispered, “Don’t stop!”
I gripped her chin ferociously, “If you want more, you can always ask - if you ever see me again! Now get on your knees and lick me out!” I didn’t really allow her much choice in the matter, but wrapped my other arm round the back of her neck and dragged her off the toilet seat onto the floor in front of me. With eager hands, I pushed my trousers down around my thighs.
“Remember what I said about how good you had to be, bitch,” I sneered as I took Ashley by her pretty little bob and dragged her face to my crotch.
“But I’ve never done this before!” she wailed.
“Learn fast!” I chortled, and thrust my hips forwards so her face was buried between my thighs.
She was crap, if I’m honest. But also, desperate to please. She followed my desperate, gasped instructions quickly and fully, and that saved her from a trip to jail (the case law came a few weeks later and the courts found that women had no right to refuse lesbians either). “Clit!” She sucked my clit. “Lick!” she licked whatever she was touching. “Deeper!” she drove her tongue deeper into my cunt. Damn, but it was hot. It only took me a minute or two to come, and I did, hot and hard and dirty, smearing my juices all over her face just like I’d imagined.
It took me a moment or two to catch my breath, I could feel my face red and flushed with the orgasm. Ashley sat in a crumpled, sagging heap at my feet, and I swear I almost had another orgasm right there as I saw just how much I’d knocked her confidence out of her and broken the bitch’s arrogance.
“What are you?” I asked.
She sobbed, beautifully. “A- a rugmunching d-dyke b-bitch,” she snivelled.
“Yeah!” I said, and leaned down to kiss her cheek, and snip the ziptie. I pulled my jacket back on and put the evidence in my pocket with the phone still showing. “Stay there until you hear me leave. Then you can clean yourself up and go back to your friends.” I didn’t wait to see her response, just closed the door behind me and left her sniffing and defeated on the bathroom floor. I took a few minutes to straighten myself out so it wouldn’t be immediately obvious what had just happened (though I’m sure anyone who saw me would take an educated guess). Then I left the bar and made my way home.
As it turned out, though, another of my scenarios turned out to be available. And this was even sweeter.
You see, I’d reasoned that anyone who wasn’t fully aware the law applied to anyone asking, would also not really be aware of what was and wasn’t included in “sex”. If you only followed the mainstream media reporting, then you wouldn’t know how limited my options were. As long as my victim was convinced what I did to her counted as “sex”, then I could get away with it.
A couple of blocks from my home, I noticed a hunched figure on the ground in an alley. I didn’t risk entering the shadows myself, of course, but I called out, “Are you alright?”
A female voice sobbed back, “No. He raped me…”
“Can I help?”
“Just help me get home.” I took a slight gamble, and met her halfway, helping the young woman to her feet. When we got back to the streetlights I could see that her sweet little party dress was dishevelled, her hair filthy and her rear stained with semen. I helped her clean up as best I could, and offered her my jacket to cover up the worst of the come. I knew that to a certain sort of man, her appearance would be a powerful turn-on and one or other of us would suffer for it, if we were seen.
Fortunately, we weren’t. She leaned on me as I cuddled her and guided me to her home, which turned out to be a block away in the other direction. As we walked, I asked what had happened.
“Did you say no?”
“I said yes. I have to now, don’t I?”
“Did he ask properly?”
“Yes” (sobs)
“Did he do anything he shouldn’t have done?” “They can do what they want now, can’t they?”
And with that, I knew I wanted her. I’m not really an evil woman, you know. But for years I’d had dark fantasies and now suddenly I had a chance to live them. If I’d met her a few weeks later, I probably wouldn’t have done it. I certainly wouldn’t do it again now. But at the same time, I’m not sorry that I did. Oh, and when I say I wouldn’t do it again, I mean specifically, forcing a woman who’d just had to say yes and was still traumatised by it. But just regular women, from time to time. Well, the law gives me the right, and a girl has needs, right? Right?
She let me into her flat. I helped her out of her stinking, ruined clothes and ran a bath for her. Washed her hair, and of course fondled her sweet little boobs. She was a little wisp of a thing, barely 5ft tall, with long blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes. She told me she was 22 in a couple of months time, just finished uni when the law was passed. I asked if she was used to men and she said she was a pretty straight-edge girl, and only ever been with one guy before the FAIR Act came into power. I was lucky she wasn’t looking at my face when she said that - it’d have given the game away for sure. I helped her towel herself down and when she was dry we went back to her bedroom. I suppose she thought I’d help her dress. Instead, I told her what I really wanted.
“Jessica, dear. I’m going to have sex with you tonight.”
She shook her head, “I told you, I’m pretty straight edge. Not even curious about girls.”
“But I’m not. I’m a lesbian. And the law applies to women asking as well as men. Did you know that?”
She shook her head.
“Well, it does.” I threw her, naked, onto her bed. The poor thing lay there, stunned, as I tied her wrists and ankles to the corners of her own bed, using more zipties.
“I thought you were nice!” she protested. I hung my jacket over the handle of her door, and peeled off my trousers.
“Well, I am. But I just can’t resist…” I told her. The trousers joined the jacket, as did my blouse. I stuffed my socks in the pocket of the jacket.
“I’m going to have sex with you, and I’m going to do whatever I want to you,” I told her, “Because the law says I can and because I’m just really horny tonight. Sorry, cutiepie.”
She sobbed the whole way through. She didn’t resist at all. I teased and stroked her clit, fucked her with two, then three, fingers, stretching her tiny cunt until she cried with pain. I made her lick my cunt. I made her lick my arse. I licked her out. I rubbed my cunt against hers. And all the way through, she just wept, and sobbed, and squealed, and whimpered. I looked around her room and found a hairbrush. I smeared it with lube (I always come prepared!) and forced it into her arse before straddling her again and wanking myself off to the look on her tear-streaked, woebegone, face as I played with her nipples. I bet she thought her body’s reactions meant that she was enjoying it on some level.
Once I came, I calmly put my clothes back on.
Now, if I was a bad person, I’d have just left her there like that. But I’m not. I snipped her right hand free of the bed, of course, and left her scissors where she could reach them. I wasn’t going to let her free completely, though. She might have tried something! I blew her a kiss from the door, then let myself out and made my way home to wank over my video of Ashley.
You’d be surprised how many women still don’t know what is and isn’t sex. I’m quite surprised my feminist friends haven’t noticed I don’t retweet their links to pieces explaining it…
