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By Anastasia Toy
For almost half a minute we were all silent: I was desperate for
something to say, but nothing came; below me Denise lay quietly in
shame; and Lillianna, who seemed to have surprised even herself with
her entrance, stood angrily at the door. Suddenly limp, my cock slid
out of Denise's pussy. Lillianna began to speak rapidly:
"Get the fuck away from that girl - I can't believe this was you, you
motherfucker - stand in the fucking corner."
I offered a feeble, "Baby..."
"Don't you even think of 'baby'ing me you sick, sick, fuck. Just stand
in the corner."
I did.
Now gently, she spoke to Denise, "Denise, let's get you dressed, okay?"
Denise was slow to respond, but eventually she nodded and sat up.
Lillianna again, "Do you have shame? Turn around and let the girl get
dressed without your filthy eyes on her."
I turned around. There was the fumbling noise of Denise dressing, and
then Lillianna again, "My god, you ripped her clothing. How did you
expect her to leave when you were done molesting her?"
I didn't answer; after a few seconds, she continued, "I guess I've got
to go get her some clothes. But how?"
Another pause, and then Lillianna began to make a noise which I only
slowly realized was a soft laugh. Laughing now? Why?
There were no answers, as all I got was the sound of her picking up the
phone and dialing. "Hi, Antonio? This is Lillianna ... I know, you must
be surprised to hear from me, after so long ... Of course, I've seen
you around, too, but it didn't seem right - but Antonio, this will have
to wait until later. Right now I need you to help me with something,
can you do it? ... Well, I'd rather not say over the phone - it's best
that you just come here and see ... Here is the office of Professor Tom
Adams. Do you know where that is? ... Right, the third floor of
Stanhope. Can you come quickly? ... Of course, I'll have dinner with
you ... fine, fine ... and bring your car, and a sweatshirt and
sweatpants. Got all that? Good."
There was a click as she hung up the phone. Who was Antonio? Nothing
was coming to mind, and Lillianna certainly wasn't offering and
answers. She was talking again to Denise, "I'm sorry that we have to
stay in the same room as him. I know it's awful, but there's nothing we
can do; we certainly can't let him go free, can we? My friend will be
over in a moment to take care of you while I get you some fresh
clothes."
Denise offered her first real sentence in quite some time, "What about
the police?"
"We'll call them later, if we have to. But I'm guessing you don't want
to face them like this, right?"
"No, no I don't. I feel so dirty."
"I'm so sorry. Remember it isn't your fault, okay?"
And they passed the next few minutes talking this sort of nonsense to
each other, while I was furious and terrified in alternation. The
little tramp had told me she liked it rough with her boyfriend, and
Lillianna had made me so angry by being distant...
No time for thought; there was a knock at the door, and then a bustling
noise as someone entered the room. "Hi, Lillianna, what' going -" he
began, stopping to laugh cruelly, then, "Why is he standing in the
corner -" and again stopping to gasp quickly. "Is this what I think it
is? Did your scrawny boyfriend try to rape this girl?"
"Not only that, but he has been raping her - every Monday this whole
semester. We'll both hear the whole story in a moment, from both of
them, but first let's get Denise dressed. The sweats?"
Denise was quickly dressed, and Lillianna said, "Let's go down to the
car now. Antonio, is it parked out front?" He answered that it was,
and roughly grabbed my shoulder, turning me around. "Come on, you
pathetic fuck."
I did, and for saw for the first time that Antonio had a massive body -
perhaps an inch taller than I and at least a hundred pounds of muscle
heavier - packed into a dark, well tailored suit. His dark skin and
heavy, angled face confirmed that he was Italian. He sneered at me.
Then we filed out the door of my office, a strange group indeed.
***
A short and mostly silent drive brought us to what I assumed was
Antonio's house, which I was surprised to note was on a street where
most of the residents were faculty at our college. This was the last of
my worries, though - I had no idea what they were doing; none of did, I
suppose, other than Lillianna. All that was clear is that she wanted us
to go in, so I did.
Lillianna had us sit down in Antonio's living room, Antonio and I in
our own chairs, Lillianna with Denise on a short couch. "Have you got a
tape recorder?" she asked.
"Of course. It's part of the profession. I'll go get it."
Soon he was back with the device, which he handed to Lillianna. "Since
we won't involve the police or the administration tonight, I'd like to
get you both on tape, explaining what's happened. Denise, let's have
you begin."
Denise, who had to this point said as little as I, quickly became a
fountain of words and, as she got warmed up, of tears. Her version of
events, while straight on most of the facts, was bullshit in every
respect; she colored herself an innocent, and me an ogre. To hear her
tell it she'd been raped every time we'd been together, regardless of
what she said to me. I kept my tongue, knowing the importance of tact
in this situation. As she was coming to her teary, nonsensical
conclusion, I had just finished preparing my rebuttal.
Lillianna turned her face and the tape recorder to me. "Your turn."
I replied in an even tone, "Much of what Denise has said I can't
dispute. For the last two odd months we have had sex once a week, with
the understanding that she would receive a good grade in exchange for
the sex. But what I must emphasize is that this was an agreement made
between two consenting adults. It simply isn't fair to characterize
what I did as rape; unethical, perhaps, but not -"
Lillianna cut me off to say... "Antonio, hit him in the stomach."
I was in midsentence and too caught up in my speech to react
immediately; in an instant Antonio was looming over me and - I was on
the floor, desperate for breath, a pain both dull and flashing in my
gut and chest.
Lillianna spoke again, softly like a parent who is too angry even to
yell. "You son of a fucking bitch, you motherfucker. Do you not
remember that I saw your savage treatment of this poor girl? I watched
you, not believing that it was you.
"You must not yet have realized that I knew that someone was doing this
to Denise, that I knew because she told me, but refused to tell me who
was doing it."
Her voice was rising to a yell, "You should have seen this poor girl,
weeping to me about the shit men were giving her - an asshole boyfriend
on the football team, and worse a rapist for a teacher. But you? YOU?
Oh God, I remember when I first suspected it, that it could be you;
just before our last dinner together. She told me an odd detail, that
it was Monday nights you did this to her, and I thought 'that's funny,
I never see Tom on Monday night.' At first I laughed it off, but it
began to gnaw at me. After all I loved you, I FUCKING LOVED YOU."
Sobbing, now, her sentences became disjointed. "I fell in love with a
rapist, a man sordidly abusing a teenaged girl in his office, a tiny
man - ironic that she only knew me because you had me guest lecture at
your course about women in society, because we talked about men taking
over women's sexuality - I fucking fell in love with you and you were
doing this, raping a girl EVEN AS WE WERE FUCKING SLEEPING TOGETHER, I
thought we were making love - and I never, I never would have known but
I came to your office out of fear, didn't go to the conference and came
to your office out of fear, and I saw you raping this girl with
violence, real violence. I FUCKING SAW YOU, SO DON'T TELL ME IT WASN'T
FUCKING RAPE!"
I had my breath back, and I stood back up. I wasn't speaking so clearly
now, either. It may sound unbelievable, but because of all the emotion,
this was the first time I'd thought about Lillianna, the first time
that I'd realized I might lose her. "I know it looked that way, but it
wasn't. I know I did you wrong, but I didn't mistreat that girl, not
anyway like you think."
I saw movement out of the corner of my eye - Antonio! - and I was
gasping on the ground again.
Lillianna followed up with words, "You just don't listen, do you? All
you are going to explain is how you raped that girl and why. Do you
understand?"
Struggling to my knees, I raged, "What are you saying? That you're
going to beat a confession out of me? Well you won't. I know what I did
and your apeman can beat me all he wants but I won't say what I did was
rape into your tape recorder. Do you want to torture me, kill me and
make yourself criminals, too? No, you'll have to let me go.
"And as for this slut," - I pointed to Denise - "she won't take me to
the police. Even in her own statement she admitted we've been sleeping
together, talked about the dirty shit that football player got her to
do. Do you think she'll go to the police, knowing everyone will find
out about her willingness to lie in a frathouse room, sucking the cocks
of random alumni to please her big black boyfriend? That she got on her
knees for a fucking B+. She's a slut, and I see you coming at me
Antonio but don't waste your time. I'll move so your fist leaves a
mark, maybe spit some blood on your carpet for the cops to find."
Amazingly, I had them all stunned. Lillianna seemed frozen, horrified.
"That's right, the girl's a slut and you know it. Perhaps I was rough
with her, but she liked it - at least she didn't mind. Want to destroy
the tapes? Fair enough, but I've got a whole semester's worth of empty
test booklets graded 'A-' to corroborate my story. She's a slut and
she's ashamed, and she won't out herself to take me down." I looked at
Denise's face and hoped I was right. But this was now my only chance to
escape unscathed, with only the loss of love to show for it. I took a
deep breath, and tried to look confident. "Now, I'm leaving. We're all
through with one another."
I began to walk toward the front door. But this snapped Lillianna from
her spell; shrieking, she ran at me from behind and pulled me to the
ground by the neck with all the strength of frenzy. Crying that she
loved me, that she hated me, she clawed at my neck with her hands,
maybe trying to strangle me, maybe trying to burst a vein.
In a moment I could push her away, and yelling I began to do so, but
now Antonio came toward the jumble, he started yelling too and his
fists looking to add to the conversation.
Somehow, we all heard Denise and stopped when she said, quietly, "May I
please say something?"
***
We looked at her expectantly, Lillianna and I still on the floor.
"Maybe he's partially right. Maybe I am a slut."
"No, you're not, that's just what he's..."
"Please let me finish. I am, somewhat. I did do very dirty things that
I didn't have to, and didn't want to, in order to get other things I
didn't want. That's not the whole story, but its part of it. That's
true.
"And it's also true that I don't want to testify, that I don't want
everyone to know what I've done. Thanks to you, Miss Ortiz, I have
confidence in myself again. Just one conversation with you, and the
thinking I've done since, has done so much to change me. But I want to
live differently without having to deal with other people knowing what
I was.
"But I will testify, if I have to. I'm very determined. Can you see
that I'm determined, Mr. Adams?"
I could, and though I didn't nod, she seemed to get the picture.
"Good. But I won't testify if you'll do something. Mr. Adams, you say
I'm a slut. But it wasn't just me that made me a slut; other people
worked at it too. Kind of like what Miss Ortiz said in class - all the
society works together to mold someone into the uh social role that
people play. I don't remember exactly what the terms were, but that was
it, basically.
"And that's what I want you to see, for yourself. If you learn that,
then you'll understand me, and you'll know what you did was wrong. At
first, Miss Ortiz and Dr. Giorgioni will be like society, because
they'll mold you into a woman. Miss Ortiz is a sociologist and she
knows all about what makes women women and Dr. Giorgioni is a plastic
surgeon, so he can make you look like one."
(That, I thought, explained why Antonio was a faculty member but I'd
never seen him - he was a doctor at the Medical School, which was some
twenty miles away from the main campus.)
"Then, society will be like society. I don't know how that will work,
but they'll figure it out. And you'll learn how society sometimes helps
to make you do things you wouldn't do, otherwise.
"That's all I've got. It's already the best idea I've ever had. I'll
let Miss Ortiz and Dr. Giorgioni work out the details, because I never
want to deal with any of this, ever again. Well, maybe I'll see you
when this is all over and ask you what you thought. Can you do this?"
Lillianna was gaping. So was Antonio. So was I. The simple force of her
speech had surprised us all, so much so that I hadn't even had time to
be shocked at here suggestion.
Antonio, with a huge grin, seemed to be the first of us to understand
what she'd really said. He said, "Yes, we can do that. I think this
will be a pleasure. Right, Lillianna?"
All she could manage was a nod.
"And if he doesn't agree to what we tell him, you'll be willing to
testify?"
"Yeah, but now I just want to go home."
And she left, leaving us all standing there.
***
Lillianna and I, both still exhausted from the emotion, deferred to
Antonio, who had suddenly taken the lead.
"Tom, you scrawny fuck, it's time for you to go. Walk back home. Then,
finish out the semester, finish your grading. It hardly needs saying
that Denise receives an A. If you have plans for the summer, get ready
to cancel them - but don't do anything yet. The morning after grades
are due, I want to see you in my office at the medical center, 10 AM.
By then Lillianna and I will have worked out all the details, and our
little project will begin then."
I started to stammer a response, but Antonio began to push me roughly
toward the door.
"Get off my lawn quickly, or I'll call the cops. And don't tell anyone
about anything - do I have to tell you that well start legal
proceedings at once? That, if that happens, you'll never get another
decent job in your life, be ostracized as a child molester and a
rapist? I don't think the consequences of what you've done have made
their way into the part of your brain that isn't busy thinking about
perversions. Get them to. Think about what life will be like in jail,
and then alone, without friends, family, or the life you've known.
"Then come see us. I think we'll all learn something."
***
Next chapter:
Lillianna and Antonio unveil their plan, and Tom begins on the path to
slutdom.
***
Please be patient; this story will be long and drawn out, but
eventually the sissy elements will be about as heavy as they get.
The five reviews I got on the first chapter were the only reason I
wrote a second. I almost threw the project aside; please tell me what
you think, and what you'd like to see.
Finally, I'm a tall, thin, finely featured man with a secret desire to
be treated like the slut I feel I am. I live in the NYC area. If anyone
has any advice, I'd be ever so grateful.
Anastasia Toy [email protected]
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