The woman with the deadly vagina!
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"Ahh! It burns!"
Those were the last words uttered by a dozen bad men before they died a very unusual and very painful death.
^^^Forty years later^^^
"Sylvia Patterson, it is my honor to present to you the key to the city for your decades of effort to end sex trafficking and improve the lot of sex workers in our community," the mayor said. The crowd applauded as the sixty-six-year-old community advocate walked across the stage, shook the mayor's hand, and accepted the ceremonial over-sized key.
She stepped up to the podium and said, "Thank you, Mr. Mayor, and thanks to all of you for coming to witness this presentation. For those of you who hoped that giving me this award would shut me up or cause me to retire, I'm sorry, you will be disappointed. My work will continue!"
Those assembled erupted with cheers, whistles, laughter, and loud clapping. Sylvia waited for the noise to die down, and said, "I will continue to work to make our town a better place by lending a helping hand to those who need one and encouraging us all to be better people. There would be no sex trafficking if no one was willing to pay for sex.
"The core beliefs of my organization are simple, yet too often ignored, do good, be kind, and treat each other with respect. Let me focus on the last idea for a moment. Even casual comments said in jest or without malice can hurt others. For example, telling a black person they are articulate or don't sound black is not a compliment. Saying 'I got a great deal on my new car. I Jewed the salesman down' is unacceptable.
"Today, I was a victim of a common verbal assault that women are subjected to. As I walked into this event, a man I didn't know looked at me and said, 'Smile.' While his comment may have been meant as nothing more than a friendly gesture, it fits into a centuries-long pattern of men presuming that they're entitled to control how a woman looks and thinks. That their desire to see a pleasant face overrides whatever a woman might be feeling at that moment.
"Now, before you dismiss my statement as the crazy ranting of a man-hating feminist, ask yourself, 'Do you think this gentleman goes around telling men to smile?' I think not.
"This is an example of the sexualization of women and a subtle reminder that my job, and the number one responsibility of all women, is to be happy and pretty for men.
"I admit I was a sourpuss this morning. I was remembering my childhood and that was not a happy time in my life. I never knew dad and my mother was a drug addict who had an endless stream of live-in boyfriends who abused me. Being berated, locked in a closet for hours, and burnt with cigarettes were common occurrences for me.
"I ran away from home at eighteen. I lived on the streets and became a prostitute because I thought that was all I was good for. Recalling the things I did to survive makes me shudder and wonder how I'm still alive.
"When my abusive pimp died, I found the strength to turn my life around, and here I am wearing pearls and a nice dress and being honored by my community. My younger self would be amazed. My message to everyone is you may have gotten a raw deal, been dealt a bad hand, but you can find happiness. Don't give up. Start making changes today to live the life you want because you deserve it!"
^^^Forty years earlier^^^
Mook, a local thug, entered the ramshackle house the Eastside gang used to house their whores and saw the naked backside of his mate lying on a rug in the garage curled up in the fetal position. He chuckled and said, "Yo, Alik. I've never seen you here so early. Did you get drunk last night and pass out? Where are your clothes?"
He walked over to his co-worker and nudged him on the back with his foot. He jumped back when he saw the pool of blood. "What the fuck!"
He circled the guy and saw a look of horror frozen on his face. Both hands were in his crotch which was the source of his bleeding. Mook took out his phone and spoke into it when the party answered.
"Boss, I'm at the house on Second Street. Alik is here. Dead."
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The boss and his chief lieutenant, Frisco, walked into the garage. Mook rose from the stool where he was sitting on and said, "I found him there when I came in this morning."
The three men walked over to the body. The boss said, "Mook, roll him over." The big oaf did. Alik's arms fell to his side.
"Where's his prick?" Mook asked. The dead man's penis was gone.
^^^Six years earlier^^^
"Happy birthday, Baby!" Tanya, Sylvia's mother, shouted. She placed a cheap, store-bought birthday cake with a candle made in the shape of the number eighteen on the kitchen table. The flame flickered and danced.
"Make a wish and blow out the candle," Tanya instructed. She slurred her words and swayed because she was drunk. Sylvia blew out the candle.
"Good job. Oh, look at you," Tanya said. "You're all grown up."
Roger, Tanya's current beau, stepped between the two women, put his arms around their waists, and pulled them to him as he said, "Yes, she certainly is." He dropped his hands and groped the asses of mother and daughter. Tanya laughed. Sylvia pulled away and made a face.
Later that night, after Tanya had passed out due to a combination of drugs and alcohol, Roger came to Sylvia's room. He barged in without knocking and found Sylvia asleep in her bed wearing a white, full-length nightgown. He woke her by pulling the covers off her.
"Roger, what are you doing?" she asked nervously.
He laughed as he unbuckled his belt and said, "I didn't give you my present yet." He pulled out his cock. It was a hard, angry cock.
"Get out!"
He didn't. Instead, he pounced on her. A large hand covered her mouth. His bloodshot eyes stared into her frightened, brown eyes as he said, "Be quiet, or I'll hurt you. You've been teasing me ever since I moved in. Tonight, I'll teach you what happens to whores like you who flaunt their bodies."
He removed his hand and kissed her. His action and his whiskey-breath stunned her. His whiskers scratched her face and made it turn red. He ripped the gown and panties off her body and removed his clothes. He lay on top of her, smothered her with his bulk, and touched her everywhere.
He was rough, and he hurt her. She sobbed as he pawed at her furry sex, broke her hymen with his thick finger, and took her virginity.
"What the fuck?. You bled on my dick," he complained after he raped her. He used her nightgown to clean his cock, tossed it on the scared, naked young women, and asked, "Were you a virgin?"
"Yes."
"Ha! That explains why you were such a bad fuck!"
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Sylvia didn't sleep that night. The next morning at breakfast, Roger leered at her even though she wore the most conservative dress she owned. It had a high neck and reached to her ankles. After her mother left the room while Sylvia was doing the dishes at the sink, he snuck up behind her, groped her breasts, and kissed her neck.
"Go away! Leave me alone!"
"Is that any way to treat the man you gave your virginity to?"
"Gave! You raped me."
