RAPISTS
Kristina Lukic



Toadmore wiped the sweat from the palms of his hands. He'd waited a long time for this moment. 

Supreme City was owned by the Supreme Party. They believed in total male domination and here their theories and policies were fully implemented. 

It was not an easy place to get into. To qualify you had to have been a fully paid-up member of the Supreme Party for at least two years and to have made regular and generous contributions to their fighting fund. It had been a struggle for Toadmore, but he felt it was worth it. 

Then there was the case of the not inconsiderable 'administration fee' to process his immigration, but he'd had no second thoughts; he'd sold up everything he owned to get the money. 

The blank faced immigration officer finally stamped his permit and wordlessly handed the documents to him. He'd done it! He was in! 

He picked up his bags and hurriedly stashed them in a locker in the Spaceport Terminal. The trip to his new apartment could wait. He wanted to get on with the real reason for being here. 

He almost ran through the exit. The park was to his left. That's where the guide vid said he stood his best chance; their living quarters were on one side of the park, the shops on the other, unless they wanted to starve, they'd have to regularly cross the area. 

He looked anxiously around. At first, he couldn't see anyone. Still, he didn't know quite what to expect, but he couldn't expect too much, a lot of them would already be owned, the others wouldn't be queuing up, would they, and any way, the thrill of the chase was all part of it. 

His heartbeat increased. He could see one in the distance, alone. He made off in that direction. As he got nearer, he began to make out the details, middle aged, plain looking, past best. At home, he'd walk by on the street without a second look. 

But back home, he didn't have the freedom he had here. Here, it was his right, enshrined in the constitution. 

She only made a half hearted effort at running away, she seemed to be half drugged; he felled her with a rugby tackle. At last! At last! 

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Toadmore walked away feeling very pleased with himself, three hours of ecstasy, able to take his time in the sure knowledge that no-one would interrupt him. He'd subjected her to everything he could think of, totally dominating and humiliating her. That was what he enjoyed the most, it wasn't just being able to rape her, it was the domination and humiliation he'd subjected her to. 

His only real regret was that she hadn't put up a fight. The rules on violence were very clear, you could only use 'appropriate force'; if they offered no resistance, then no beatings were allowed. As he'd finally released her, he'd given her a sly, hard kick in the stomach, that had doubled her up with pain. He doubted if the ever present robo watchers had missed it; but he would have to claim ignorance of the rules as a 'new boy'. 

The only other 'violence' that was allowed was in the ritualised contests for the ownership of a woman. It was right, Toadmore mused, just in the same way that as the dominant sex, men had the right to rape women, it was also right that the dominant male should have the prize. After all it was quite natural, all part of the 'might is right' laws of nature. However, he had no intention of getting hurt over a woman, there were enough to go round here, that was for sure. 

The robo watchers served a dual purpose; they also recorded everything that went on in Supreme City. The Supreme Party gained a large income by editing the highlights of the activities here and releasing them on vids throughout the Galaxy. They sold well, there were plenty of people who liked to see the 'real thing.' It gave Toadmore a buzz to think that he might be featured on some of their releases. 

As he walked on through the park, he heard a girl's scream and went to investigate. A young teenage girl, she was obviously inexperienced and had tried putting up a fight. He hung around, not only enjoying the spectacle but hoping that maybe after her assailant had finished, he might leave her there and then he could take over. 

To his disappointment, when he'd finished, the other man pulled her up and dragged her off, no doubt back to his house to make a night of it. Lucky devil, Toadmore mused. It was all so ridiculous back on the so called 'civilised' planets where you not only couldn't rape such girls, but you couldn't legally have sex with them either, even if they wanted it. Didn't these namby pamby liberals and feminists realise that if a girl was old enough to have a baby, she must be old enough to have sex. It was a simple biological fact and that was that. 

Most women here had to use contraception, though the authorities bred from some of the more choice ones. Any male kids were aborted, they only bred girls. It was an expensive business and it made more sense to get females by other means. They got a lot from poor planets or war zones. Most didn't realise what they were letting themselves in for; still who cared, they found out soon enough and woe betide any who offered resistance. 

There had temporarily been a female liberation group of terrorists who had set themselves up in Supreme City. They had caused some damage before the authorities arrested them. They had stood little chance of getting away with it, with viewers recording everything that went on. They were all arrested and executed. Slowly tortured to death over a three day period. The executioner was a master sadist, employing techniques even Toadmore had never thought of. The highlights of the torture were one of Supreme City's best selling vids across the Galaxy. It was certainly one of Toadmore's favourites. 

Since then laws had been made even more draconian for women. Females unaccompanied by men were not allowed to converse or congregate; even two women together were not allowed and such an act was subject to severe punishment. 

Toadmore wanted another woman before he went home and he climbed up onto a mound of earth to get a better view of the surrounding area. At first, he couldn't see anything going on. Then he spotted a blonde woman being chased by a gang of seven men. At first, he thought she had the better of them, but then he realised that they were toying with her, extending the thrill of the chase. As they got nearer, they slowed down to let her increase her lead. 

She passed close by. It was optional whether men wore clothes in Supreme City, the climate made them unnecessary, but women always had to be naked. He leered at her body. She was really fantastic! A really beautiful face and long blonde hair. Toadmore wanted her. He cursed the fact that she was already accounted for. As he followed her progress, he devised an audacious plan. She had doubled back and was coming this way; the chasing group had deliberately fallen back a little. There would just be time. 

Toadmore leapt down onto her as she passed the mound, felling and winding her. The group of men approached, but they were too late. Toadmore hoped they would obey one of the strict rule of Supreme City, that it was a severe offence to interrupt a rape. Despite this, he didn't dare draw it out. The group had surrounded him, snarling and panting. 

It was a hard, fast brutal rape, vicious in its intensity. The girl's neck and chest were covered in bites; Toadmore wanted to leave his mark. 

He was off her, pushing out through the group of men, backing away, indicating he did not want to contest ownership. They regarded him angrily and sullenly, then they descended on their hapless victim like a pack of wild animals. 

At first, Toadmore hung around the periphery, hoping that they might discard her once they'd finished with her, but he knew in his heart they would not easily sacrifice such a prize and anyway, it would be many hours before they had satisfied themselves. 

He made his way back to the Spaceport and collected his belongings and then sought out his home. As he settled into the simple one room apartment, he felt really pleased with himself. Life was going to be really fantastic from now on. No more having to move from town to town, hiding from baying mobs smashing his windows and scrawling obscenities on his door. He was home at last. 

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The next morning he woke early and went out on the prowl. He was frustrated to find there were very few people about and all bar one female he saw were already under the control of someone else. The one lone woman he spied ran away faster than he could and he soon lost her. 

He wondered if he should try and join a gang like the one he saw yesterday. Man hunted well in packs, though he had always been a lone operator. He would have to see how things went. 

After breakfast, he went down the main street. He suddenly noticed a commotion. A large man had accosted an accompanied woman and was issuing a challenge for her ownership. A small crowd was gathering. 

As Toadmore got closer, he saw that the challenger was a giant of a man, who carried no excess fat, only muscle. The subject of the dispute was a strikingly beautiful woman. The defender was not going to give her up easily. 

Toadmore flinched as the fight began; he would not have accepted the challenge, not even for the most beautiful woman in the world. It was obvious what the outcome would be, and the defender was duly battered unconscious in a matter of moments. The girl was grabbed and pushed into a large cage with six other beauties. 

Toadmore realised this man was not directly interested in them for himself; he was a collector, selling them on to the rich people who lived in the suburbs. Toadmore hoped that one day he would be able to afford to move there, away from the ever present cameras, rules and regulations and unlocked doors. Once you'd paid a large fee to take a woman to your house in the suburbs, you could do what you liked with her. If you killed her, it didn't matter, as long as you registered the death, and paid the appropriate fee of course. 

The large man offered a challenge to the people standing around watching to fight him for any of the women in his cage and bellowed with laughter as the crowd began to move away. 

Toadmore spent most of the day prowling the park, but with little success. It was as he made his way home that he heard a disturbance. He approached to find a man and woman in combat, only here the girl was getting the upper hand. Her fists and legs battered the man to the ground. She had a superb and powerful body and a long mane of flowing ginger hair. Toadmore would love to have her, but seeing what she'd done to the other man, he thought better of it. 

He was about to leave, as the girl turned to face him, her freckled face flushed red with anger. Misunderstanding his intentions, she leapt at him, kicking him in the stomach and her long finger nails gouging deep into his cheek. 

Toadmore collapsed on the ground, winded, but then staggered to his feet. The girl had turned to run, but it was a dead end. He put his hand to his cheek and felt the blood oozing from the wounds on his face. He saw a wooden steak nearby and picked it up, a red mist blurring his vision. 

Fear momentarily flickered over the girl's face as Toadmore approached. He raised the steak. After what the girl had done to him, even under Supreme City's strict rules, he'd be entitled to give her one hell of a beating and then he'd drag her back to his house and really teach the bitch a lesson. But the steak was smashed out of his hand by the girl's flying foot and he was then knocked to the ground and kicked all over. 

After the assault had stopped and he'd staggered back to his feet, the girl was running away. He picked up the stake and began to lumber after her. As he rounded a corner, he collided with a slim dark haired girl who screamed at the sight of the blood trickling from the wounds on his face. 

Toadmore felt sure that he could count the scream as resistance and hit the girl with the stake, knocking her to the ground. He picked up the unconscious body and throwing her over his shoulder made his way back to his apartment. 

Indoors, he threw the girl on the bed as she began to come to. He sneered at her; she was really going to pay for what that other bitch had done to him. So what if she was innocent; they were all women, all as bad as each other. They all needed to be taught a lesson.... 

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In the morning, Toadmore roughly threw the girl's battered body out into the road where she lay face down twitching and shaking as she tried to slowly crawl away. He gave a smile of satisfaction, reliving the nightmare ordeal he'd put her through during the night. Now he needed to sleep, he was exhausted. 

He woke sometime later as a man entered his room. Men had the right to enter other men's houses to challenge for the ownership of any women they had. Toadmore gesticulated to show there were no women here. The man shook his head and smiled. A second man entered the room and closed the door behind him. He also smiled. The first man walked over to Toadmore, his smile growing broader...... 

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Brutes! Scum! Animals! Bastards! There were no words to describe their filthy vile actions. The assault itself was bad enough, but it had not been quick, it was long, slow, drawn out, intimidating and humiliating him, laughing at his plight. 

For a long time after they'd gone, he just sat there in shock, unable to move, trying to deny to himself what had happened. Then he got in the bath and washed himself over and over again until his skin was raw, but it did no good, he couldn't wash away the memory. 

After several more hours just sitting there, he finally summoned the courage to contact the control area via the robo viewer in his house. They must have seen and recorded it anyway; why hadn't they intervened? 

With stumbling words, he whispered into the viewer that he'd been raped. The bland reply ripped what little reassurance he had left to shreds. It informed him that rape was a male right enshrined in the constitution, and broke the connection. 

He could hardly comprehend it. A deeper chill went through him. The two men said they'd be back! The doors to the houses in the city had no locks! There was nowhere else to hide; it wasn't a big place. He knew wherever he went, they'd find him! He screamed in blind terror. 

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Father Paul walked down the street, checking the house numbers. He felt the time was right for his visit now, there had been five visits by his disciples in the last fortnight. 

Finding the right house, he went in to find a pathetic figure cowering on his bed in blind terror. 

"It's okay my son," he said gently, "I have come to save you." The face stared at him blankly through tear filled eyes. "Do you want to be saved?" he asked. The face nodded. "First, you must repent. Do you repent your evil ways?" The face nodded again. Father Paul opened his arms and the man stumbled into his protective grasp, clinging to him like a small baby. 

Despite his religious beliefs, Father Paul still felt a huge pang of revulsion at this vile, disgusting pervert and all the others like him, but at the same time, realised how weak and pathetic they were and always had been. 

"Come on my son," he soothed, "I have a safe house in the suburbs. Everything will be alright now...." 

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Father Paul loaded details of his latest 'convert' onto the database. As he finished typing in the name, Julius Toadmore, he got up and walked over to the altar, where he crossed himself and knelt to pray. 

"Forgive me and my disciples the sins of our methods, Father," he begged, "but it is the only way we can save their souls, so deep have they sunk into the depths of the depravity of this vile hell they inhabit." 

He stood and bowed, then walked out of his secret church and headed back to the city to target another soul to save. 



 