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I'm a supervisor and have several young men and women working under me.
At work last night, I had a young woman I supervise do something stupid. The result was a client called and complained to me. He was extremely upset with us, and I got an earful from him. We will have to cover the call-out charge, so she’d fucked up royal. I wasn’t loud with her. I did have her sit in a chair the company provides us for meetings with employees in the event of having to discipline them.
It’s a lower chair than the supervisor’s, so when you look across the interview table, the boss (me) is higher than the employee. It’s a psychological thing to establish the pecking order. But rather than sitting across the table from her, I leaned against the table and towered over her. My crotch was even with her eye level, and because I was giving her an unofficial reprimand, it wasn’t being recorded.
I didn’t moderate my language. I told her vividly how stupid a cunt she was. I did so for fifteen minutes and had her crying the whole way through it. It was totally overboard, and I enjoyed it a great deal. I don’t think she’ll break protocol after this. I told her to tap into the system and check things rather than make a wild call that backfires. That way, she can be sure that it’s necessary before she jeopardizes the company of losing a client…
And yes, I know it was wrong to be so rough on her. But at that time, I need that. Her nipples got hard while I berated her, though. And her eyes never left my crotch, even while she bawled like a baby. That made me wonder if either staring at my bulge got her hot or the insults turned her on.
Later, I called for someone to fetch me some black coffee, no sugar, and she sprang up and said, “Yes, sir.” She brought it straight to me and asked if there was anything else she could do. I thought about it but told her no; that’s all for now.
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Reid arrives at John’s party late, and John eagerly introduces him to his wife, Diana. John suggests that Reid and Diana get to know each other, and the couple move into a nearby room to talk. Reid fixes Diana a drink and slips something into it. She becomes intoxicated as she is drunk. Reid helps her get to her husband and then leaves the house. But instead of leaving, he hides in the closet in his master bedroom.
The drug slowly wears off, and as she is coming out of the stupor, she mistakes Reid’s touch for her husbands. But when the big mushroom head finds her entrance, she realizes it’s Reid on top of her. She begs him not to fuck her, but Reid doesn’t listen. Slowly, the pleasure overwhelms her, and she goes with the flow.
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I write in the genre know as, Transgressive Fiction. What is Transgressive Fiction? Good question. Glad someone asked me once a while ago so I can answer it here.
Transgressive fiction is a genre of literature that focuses on characters who feel confined by the norms and expectations of society and who break free of those confines in unusual or illicit ways. The name of the genre is a newish named category in the world of fiction. With that said, it is as old as the scandalous writing of the Marquis de Sade.
Not all of the fiction contains violence or rape. However, much of it does. One example from over a century ago is Kate Chopin’s The Awakening, in which a married woman, feeling confined by the gender constructs of her society and pressures imposed upon her by her family and friends to be keen in her duties as a mother and wife, leaves her family and pursues extramarital relationships.
Not a big deal these days. But it was huge in the year of our lord eighteen-hundred & ninety-nine.
A more recent example of the TF genre is American Psycho, a horror novel by author Bret Easton Ellis, published in 1991. The story features Patrick Bateman, an overarching antagonist of many Bret Easton Ellis novels. He also appears as a supporting antagonist in The Rules of Attraction and Glamorama, and a post-mortem antagonist of Lunar Park.
Rene Chun, a journalist for The New York Times, described transgressive fiction as, “A literary genre that graphically explores such topics as incest and other aberrant sexual practices, mutilation, the sprouting of sexual organs in various places on the human body, urban violence and violence against women, drug use, and highly dysfunctional family relationships, and that is based on the premise that knowledge is to be found at the edge of experience and that the body is the site for gaining knowledge.”
My stories explore deviant behavior by men with questionable morals and sanity. My work is not comparable to the other writers I mentioned in his blog posting. I’m not that good! I’m sure some of my works are and or will be too simple, too violent, and too Rapey for many people.
My first story in Bookappy is The Reckoning. You can buy it there or read it behind the play wall here.
Sixty-eight seconds is a significant number. It's the frequency of sexual assault—a wavelength from one beginning to the next one's start. Every 68 seconds, one-person sexually assaults another. I'm not fearmongering here; those are the estimated numbers by RAINN.
The Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network also estimates that, on average, there are 463,634 victims (age 12 or older) of rape and sexual assault each year in the United States.
Shocking statistics. I appreciate how awful that reality is. One out of every ten victims is male. The 18 to 34-year age range accounts for 54% of all rapes committed.
Here's another shocker: 82% of all juvenile victims are female. 90% of adult rape victims are female. Females ages 16-19 are four times more likely than the general population to be victims of rape, attempted rape, or sexual assault. Women ages 18-24 who are college students are three times more likely than women in general to experience sexual violence. Females of the same age who are not enrolled in college are four times more likely.
Twenty-one percent of TGQN (transgender, genderqueer, nonconforming) college students have been sexually assaulted, compared to 18% of non-TGQN females and 4% of non-TGQN males.
The thing is, and it's a big fucking thing, only six percent of rapists are ever arrested, tried, and convicted.
For me, this reinforces my view of what happens in most rape cases and why none of my rapists (the ones I create) so far, at least, are punished. I'm not saying none ever will. I think writing and reading about rape is a healthy outlet for anyone with such inclinations—an outlet to avoid adding to the statics.
If you enjoy such stories, check mine out. But be forewarned; there are no happy endings, no sunshine, and happy rainbows.
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I started writing rape stories when I was 14. Of course, I didn’t share them with anyone anywhere at any time. Until I turned in an English assignment and wrote a thinly veiled story about a rapist breaking into an English teacher’s home and rapping her. Let’s say that didn’t go over too well. I did get an A for the story, but it was never shared with the class or mentioned by her to anyone.
Well, she did show it to the Vice-Principle, and I had a stern talking to by that other woman at school I would have loved to rape.
As a result, I have many stories I can open up, edit a little, make some changes, and post quite quickly. So far, two of the stories I’ve posted, the second Stolen Innocence 2: Gorilla the Bitch, and The Reckoning, have been written fresh and new without them being reworks of previously written material.
I’m working on a story from way back when, right now and should post in the next few days.
In the meantime, if you haven’t read one of my stories, you can check them out on my profile. Or read a quick little tale I released yesterday…
Sinister Designs
Reid arrives at John’s party late, and John eagerly introduces him to his wife, Diana. John suggests that Reid and Diana get to know each other, and the couple move into a nearby room to talk. Reid fixes Diana a drink and slips something into it. She becomes intoxicated as she is drunk. Reid helps her get to her husband and then leaves the house. But instead of leaving, he hides in the closet in his master bedroom.
The drug slowly wears off, and as she is coming out of the stupor, she mistakes Reid’s touch for her husbands. But when the big mushroom head finds her entrance, she realizes it’s Reid on top of her. She begs him not fuck her, but Reid doesn’t listen.
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