W32.gibe.b@mm: Turnabout

Foreword: I wrote some of my past stories by request of my fans. In a way, I could also say that this story was written by request. However, it would probably be more accurate to say that this story was provoked than requested.

This story is a sequel to W32.GIBE.B@MM: SEXIST MALE CHAUVINIST.

Operators of erotic story web sites, whether free or fee-based, have my permission to post my stories for public reading, provided that credit is given to "Hungry Guy" as the author, and as long as you don't make changes other than fixing typos. Even beware of fixing typos, for I occasionally use local slang and dialects that may be flagged by your spell checker. Thanks.

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The erotic writer let a few weeks go by after identifying the militant feminist who had repeatedly sent him flame emails and computer viruses because of his stories about submissive women enjoying rough sex. Then he made a few arrangements in her town not too far from her home and composed the following message.

> FEMINIST RALLY

>

> Due to your unyielding support of equal rights for

> women and support for women's free choice, you have been

> sent this special invitation to participate in our rally

> planned for the 23rd as a special guest.

>

> The following serial number has been reserved for

> you alone to:

>

> 165-281

>

> This code will grant you private access to the rally

> headquarters on the morning of the rally.

>

> If you care about women's rights, as we know you do,

> please don't pass up this special invitation. The

> rally will start at 10:00 AM, but we ask our VIP

> attendees, such as yourself, to arrive by 9:00 for

> the preparations.

>

> Ecologically friendly snacks and beverages

> will be served in the morning to all our honored VIP

> guests. Healthy lunches will be served to our honored

> guests free of charge.

>

> You may, of course, invite friends, family and other

> pro-equality attendees, but please inform them that the

> rally will start at 10:00. We send privileged

> invitations only to those deserving of the honor,

> such as yourself.

Then he sent the message and made further preparations.

On the morning of the "rally," he set up his tables in a small inexpensive banquet hall that he had reserved, and then waited.

A little after 9:00, a lone woman entered the banquet hall. The erotic writer was sitting at one of the tables with assorted pamphlets and brochures scattered across the table.

"Hi," she said, handing him a copy of the email that he had sent to her. "I'm here for the rally."

He was pleased that she took his bait. He would have a lot of fun with her if she accepted his offer.

"Please have a seat," he said.

She sat and glanced at the literature on the table.

"Huh?" she said, picking up a brochure for the

CATO Institute.

She rooted through the other brochures from

International Society for Individual Liberty,

the

Independent Institute,

the

Institute for Justice,

the

Electronic Frontier Foundation,

Reason Magazine,

Fully Informed Juries Association,

and others.

"What the hell is this?" she demanded. "This is all

Libertarian

crap! There's supposed to be a feminist rally here today!"

"There is no feminist rally, my dear. I brought you here to make you an offer."

"What kind of bullshit is this?" she demanded. "You

Libertarians

are against women's rights, equal opportunity, the environment, health care for poor people, and everything else that people ought to care about."

"As they say, that's technically true, but it's not accurate. The

Libertarian

creed can be summed up simply as this: 'It is wrong to initiate force or violence against other people without provocation,' nothing more and nothing less. Everything we believe, from equal rights to the environment, is derived from that simple creed. Or to put it in legalese, we believe that only

malum in se

are the only real crimes. Therefore, it follows that

malum prohibitum

are not crimes at all, but efforts by the politicians and their political supporters to extort property from the public and enslave the public for his or her own material gain and power-lust."

"Really? You you'd let the environment go to ruin, and let homeless people starve?"

"No, we wouldn't. People like you would be free to set up trusts and charities to buy up tracts of land for wildlife refuges, rainforests, homeless shelters, soup kitchens, and so on. What we oppose is that you've given yourselves the legal right to point a gun at my head and reach into my pocket to give charity to those of your choosing, all in the name of 'social good'."

"But social programs

are

good. Without social programs, people would starve, the environment would be polluted, women and minorities would be discriminated against, and, well, the world would be a horrible place."

"Oh come off it! Just do a little research, and you'll find out who's really benefiting from all these environmental and equal rights laws. You'd find that these laws do more to line the pockets of political supporters than to help your causes. And furthermore, all these laws compel people to act through force of mandate -- all these laws and government threats against the American people for breaking them are the biggest cause of our violent society."

"What? You're one of those anti-government kooks too?"

"I'm not against government, just when government abuses its power. When government initiates force against peaceful people to enforce its myriad of petty regulations, it teaches people that using violence against others is an acceptable way to achieve their own goals."

"So you're against all laws? Is that what you're saying?"

"Not at all," he replied. "Government has three basic jobs to perform. One, to enforce laws against physical abuses such as assault, rape, murders, kidnapping, and so forth. Two, to enforce property rights against theft, trespass, and vandalism. And three, to enforce formal contracts between consenting individuals. No more and no less. But when government takes it upon itself to meddle in people's private lives and businesses in other ways, it becomes no different from an organized crime ring using its status to extort property from the public and enforce the ruling elite's personal morality on the masses."

"Damn it! What gives

you

the right to decide what laws are fair or not?"

"You have that backward, baby. Nothing gives me such a right -- just the opposite, nothing gives

you

the right to meddle in people's private affairs, even if you think it's for a good cause."

"Okay, maybe, but so what? What's that got to do with me, anyway? Did you bring me here just to argue politics with me?"

"Like I said a while ago, I brought you here to make you an offer."

"I'm sure you have nothing to offer me that I want." She stood and started to walk away.

"Unless you want to spend a good portion of your life in prison, you had better listen to my offer," he called out to her.

She spun around, faced him again, and said, "What? Prison? What kind of joke is this?"

"It's no joke. You probably know me as 'Hungry Guy'."

She gasped and stuttered, "How? How did you find me? This is an invasion of my privacy!"

He just grinned and answered, "It's ridiculously easy to find someone's real identity on the Internet if you know how and have the patience to do some digging."

"What do you want? What is all this about?"

"You may not be aware of it, but distributing a computer virus with malicious intent is a Federal crime."

He handed her a fistful of other papers out of his briefcase. "Here's a copy of the pages from the

Federal Register

with the pertinent legislation."

Handing her more papers, he continued, "These are court rulings and transcripts."

Handing her still more papers, he said, "And these are newspaper articles describing the prison sentences and fines that people have typically received for sending out viruses. If I report you, you're looking at decades of prison time and the loss of your home to hundreds of thousands of dollars worth of fines and penalties.

"But you're not going to report me?" she asked with suspicion in her voice.

"That's up to you. I brought you here to make you an offer -- to give you an alternative."

"What offer is that?"

"You agree to become my slave."

"What? That's sick! Your stories are sick! And you're sick!"

"Maybe I am, but that's my offer. Either way, you're about to lose your freedom and net worth for a good long time. You choose the particulars -- my slave or

Uncle Sam's

slave. My home is probably a tad more comfortable than his, though."

"This is crazy!" she yelled. "You brought me here under false pretenses! That's unethical!"

"Oh? It's perfectly ethical for you to email a computer virus to me?"

"Sending you that virus -- that's free speech!"

"I see, it's free speech for you to send me an email virus disguised as if it's from

Mister Bill,

but it's not free speech for me to invite you to a fake feminist rally? That means you believe in free speech only as long as you agree with that speech?"

"Absolutely! I'm on the side of good. You're on the side of evil!"

"Really? What makes

you

the arbiter of good and evil?"

"Well..." she stammered.

"And furthermore," he continued, "you believe that allowing people, men and women, to engage in consensual sex in ways that feminists feel is demeaning to women is evil?"

"Of course!"

"So you're saying that you, and feminists in general, don't really believe that women should have a choice of the kind of sexual fulfillment that they prefer."

"Well, er -- wait a minute! You're twisting my words around!"

"Your words are very plain to me, my dear. You say that you believe in a woman's right to choose, but let a woman choose a lifestyle that you disapprove of, then she's being 'exploited' and she should be denied her choice."

"But you're stories are demeaning to women, treating women like sex objects."

"That's because women

are

sex objects."

"What? I can't believe you can really say that to my face!"

"But it's true. Women are many things; and so are men. We're all different things at different times. Sometimes, we're executives, and doctors, and musicians, and writers, and truck drivers, and mail carriers, and fire fighters, and burger flippers. Other times we're shoppers, moviegoers, vacationers, homemakers, lovers, and even sex objects -- men and women alike. And there ain't nothing wrong with that!"

"Still," she went on, "what you're doing is wrong! It's immoral! And unethical!"

"No, there's nothing immoral or unethical about making an offer to someone that they can freely accept or decline."

"Of course it is!"

"If you don't like my offer, you're free to walk away and nothing will have changed in your circumstances -- nothing unethical about that, whatsoever. Or if you accept my offer, it will be by our mutual consent -- nothing unethical about that either. But walk away, and the

FBI

will surely be in touch with you soon -- give my regards to Susan Smith."

The erotic writer gathered up all his literature, slid it into his briefcase, and he started to walk away.

"Wait!" she yelled out. "I don't want to go to prison!"

"That's what I'm betting on."

"But this is so unfair! You have no right to take my freedom and make me your slave!"

"You threw your freedom away the moment you sent me that virus. Don't blame me for offering you an alternative -- an alternative that you may freely accept or decline."

"C'mon now, Hungry. You wouldn't really turn me in and make me go to prison for a silly little prank, would you?" she pleaded.

"Well, like-minded people as yourself are responsible for making all kinds of laws and regulations telling people how to run their lives for their own good -- imposing draconian penalties for 'silly little pranks,' as you call them. You made your own bed, as they say, now lie in it!"

"What do you mean, like-minded people? I suppose you're going to start bashing all liberals now, aren't you?"

"I haven't mentioned liberals at all. Liberals weren't even a part of the discussion until you mentioned them just now. And while some liberals are just totalitarians in disguise, conservatives aren't much better. While liberals want to force

everyone

to support their pet charities at the point of a gun, conservatives want to force their religious morality on everyone. Their justifications may be 180° apart, but the result is the same -- bigger government, more programs, higher taxes to pay for those programs, continued payoffs to political supporters, less say by individual people how they live their private lives, more violence committed by government against honest and peaceful people in the name of enforcing all those laws and regulations."

The erotic writer was finally finished preaching to this Nazi wannabe. She would either accept his offer, or he would release all his evidence. So, once again, he started to walk away.

"Hey! Just wait, okay? If I become your slave, what will you do with me?"

"Whatever my mood strikes me to do with you, honey. You've read my stories. You'll be my fuck toy at night. You'll be my cum-sponge other times. There are other, more extreme, things too, but I'll wean you into them slowly. You'll also have to do mundane chores around my home -- cooking, cleaning, and all those other things that are demeaning to women. Whatever I do with you, it's sure got to beat a five by six room with steel bars for a door and window."

She sat down at a table, put her head in her hands, and sighed. "Okay," she muttered.

"Good for you," he said. He took a paper out of his briefcase and set it down in front of her.

"What is this?" she asked.

"It's a unilateral contract in which you transfer ownership of your physical body and all personal property to me."

"This can't be legal!"

Handing her a pen, he said, "It's not legally enforceable in the USA, but it binds you to me ethically if not legally."

"Ethically? Hah!"

"Yes, ethically! We've already been through that; it is by your choice -- your consent -- to accept or refuse my offer. If you refuse, everything will be as if I never made the offer to you. But if you accept, you will be bound to it by your word of honor, even if not by word of law."

She huffed and read the contract which, in summary, asserted that everyone's body is their own property to do with as they choose, and that she is turning ownership of her property, i.e. her body, to another person.

She signed it and handed it back to him.

"Now what?" she asked.

"Now, I own you," he declared. "I own your body. Your body is my personal property to do with as I please."

- TO BE CONTINUED... -

References:

FREE TO CHOOSE, Milton & Rose Friedman, Harcourt Brace, ISBN 0-15-633460-7.

THE MYTH OF MALE POWER, Warren Farrell, Ph.D, Simon & Schuster, ISBN 0-761-79349-7.

THE NEW THOUGHT POLICE, Tammy Bruce, Crown Publishing, ISBN 0761534040.

THE REASONABLE WOMAN, Wendy McElroy, Prometheus Books, ISBN 1-573-92208-0.

WHO STOLE FEMINISM, Christina Hoff Sommers, Simon & Schuster, ISBN 0-671-79424-8.

XXX: A WOMAN'S RIGHT TO PORNOGRAPHY, Wendy McElroy, St. Martin's Press, ISBN 0-312-15245-0.

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