Chapter 5: The Event
*From the Ruler's blog, entry 70*
Apparently, there's gonna be a ton of anti-me protests around the world this weekend. Look, I am a reasonable person. I will hear you guys out. Send me some representatives, will you?
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The street was filled with protesters. Kate had never seen so many people gathered together since the start of the Ruler's reign. Hell, even before that. People from all around the country had flown in to be in this protest. She felt a bit nervous about it, protests of this size were a dangerous affair. There was no risk of violence, the Ruler had taken care of that, but danger was still present. Enough people recklessly triggering rules could cause a cascade and turn this into the world's biggest orgy. This was precisely the job she, her partner Josh, and half of Washington DC's police force were tasked to prevent today. They were standing right next to a TV crew, with a reporter claiming to her microphone about what a historic today was.
"They shouldn't have allowed this" Josh said. He was genuinely worried. "The Ruler cannot be reasoned with. This will just make things worse". It was a reasonable fear. He wasn't alone in thinking this. On the other side of the street, Kate could see a few hundred people counter-protesting. **THE RULER'S WILL MUST NOT BE CHALLENGED**, read one of the signs.
"Can they get much worse? At least you men can still wear shirts" Kate replied. Women could still wear shirts, but the police codebook (which nowadays was in constant change adapting to the Ruler) recommended that female officers be on duty with their breasts exposed, to prevent criminals from escaping while the officer removed their clothes. Their bosses had promised them new, transparent, uniforms that would be rolled out in a few weeks. Looking around the protesters, around half of them were also going topless. Having to keep a headcount of how many men checked your boobs out when thousands of men were around was headache-inducing.
"This will be much worse than when all the flight attendants quit" Josh replied. "So many people took flights to be here..."
"Well, that wasn't that bad. He just forced them all to go back to work right?" Kate said, a bit confused.
"... Right..." Josh looked like he wanted to say so much more, but couldn't. Kate felt the need to drop the topic. She instead focused on reading the signs that the protestors were holding. **FIX THANKSGIVING**, read one. Kate couldn't agree more.
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'For Thanksgiving, you girls need to be properly thankful to men', had been the rule. A vague rule, the worst kind. The one that made everyone's brains work overtime. Everyone had different reactions, and scientists were still struggling to find any sort of pattern. She remembered what had happened to her. She entered her building and saw the elevator's door closing. Her neighbor's 19-year-old son saw her and pressed the button to open it. "Thank you", she had said. And then it hit her. She felt massively guilty, a simple thank you was not enough for what he had done. At the time, it was obvious to her what she had to do. "Can I give you a tittyjob?", she offered herself. The boy obviously accepted, she suspected he had had a crush on her for years. She quickly dropped to her knees and removed her clothes. By the time the elevator had gotten to the 11th floor, he had already cum all over her torso and face. Once she realized what she had done, she quickly ran to the door of her apartment, without daring to say anything.
Her parents, sister, and grandmother had been there, ready to celebrate Thanksgiving. They saw her enter half-naked and cum covered. She remembered their shocked faces as she ran to the bathroom. She locked herself in as she tried to clean herself and try to find the strength to face her family. She heard a knock at the door.
"Honey, are you ok? Can I do anything for you?" Her father asked.
"No... please leave me alone for a while" She replied. There was a minute of silence. Her father had listened to her. She had to be thankful. Once again, guilt filled her mind. There was only one way to properly thank her father for listening to her. "Daddy... come here I will fuck your brains out!". She screamed to the door. When she tried to open it, however, she felt something blocking it.
"God damn it Robert, I knew this would happen." Her mother was on the other side, blocking her from fucking and thanking her father. "Am I the only one that reads the blog here? Why would you offer our daughter any help she would need to thank you for? Quick, help me block this door.
Bring the sofa here".
Kate couldn't outstrength her sister and mother blocking the door, and once they had dragged the sofa and other furniture, she couldn't leave the bathroom. "Come onnnnnnnn I need to thank him by giving him the best fuck of his life! I know I am better than you Mom!" She had said.
"Now Robert... go to the bedroom, I need to suck your dick for helping me with the door. But after that, leave" Kate heard her mother say. That wasn't fair, her mother could fuck him but Kate couldn't? What kind of logic was that?
She had spent the rest of Thanksgiving banging on the locked door, begging her family to just let her properly thank her father. It wasn't until the clock reached midnight that she came to her senses. She still hadn't had the guts to see her father face to face, a small part of her still feeling guilty that she hadn't fucked him.
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"Look at that one," Josh said, bringing Kate back to the present. He pointed at one of the signs in the other protest. **THE RULER HEALED MY METH ADDICTION**, it said. "See? The Ruler can be reasoned with, but it has to be the right approach. You have to make him think he is doing the right thing. He can do a lot of good"
Almost a year ago, a bunch of organizations had convinced the Ruler to pass the Rehab Rule. Anyone could voluntarily give themselves a rule that prevented them from using any drug of their choice. While the withdrawal period was still tough, relapses were impossible. The results from the early adopters of this rule were excellent. Several of Kate's friends had stopped smoking with it.