Special Victims Unit/Chapter 2
Chapter 2: He could just have asked!
“Madam, this is a hospital!”
“I know,” Carola grunted at the door bot.
“We're here to interview a patient, a victim in a case we're investigating,” Stephen explained, while waving his badge in front of the bot.
“The hospital is aware. Your visit was announced. I'm stopping you for hygienic reasons.”
“Huh?”
“Oh, wait!” Indra exclaimed, “your legs, Carola. You're leaking sperm. Better clean up first.”
The woman in the hospital bed looked groggy, but her green eyes were alert and interested as Carola, Stephen, and Indra entered.
“You are the police? They told me you would come to talk to me.”
“Yes. Carola Anser, special investigator for the SVU. With my assistants, Indra Varma and Stephen Hanks.”
Ignoring the questioning look on the woman's face, Carola's eyes shot from left to right through the hospital room, as if this was a crime scene too. Her primary focus was the woman in the bed, Kimberly Hill. A somewhat voluptuous woman with large, natural looking breasts, a shaved cunny, and large labia. Her dark blonde hair was long, it was unkempt now, but it was easy to imagine how those hairs flowed down her shoulders once brushed. Her smile was weary, yet exuded an unbound energy, flowing deep within.
Indra, meanwhile, explained.
“SVU is short for Special Victims Unit, miss Hill. We are specialized in crimes of sexual nature. Miss Anser is the best rape specialist we have, with a closure rate of 92.5% since she started on the unit.”
“Much higher than the national average of 64.8%,” Stephen added.
“So … it is true?” Kimberly asked, “I have been raped while I was sedated?”
“Yes, unfortunately. We are sorry.”
“ I don't understand,” she mumbled, “I really don't understand. He could just have asked, you know? I love sex. I never refuse a reasonable request. He could've asked, and we'd both have had fun.”
Her voice trailed off, and Carola used the short silence to brusquely interrupt.
“Sorry, miss Hill, but could you please tell us what happened?”
“I already talked to another police officer twenty minutes back.”
“I prefer to hear it directly from you.”
“Oh. Well, okay then. But there's really not much I can tell. I went to bed at my normal time, at ten. Alone, after two glasses of wine. I had no early appointments today so I decided to treat myself to a wake-up fuck. I called Hubert first … sorry, Hubert d'Arpaggio … but he couldn't come. His wife is away for a week-long orgy challenge, so he has to give the kids their breakfast and cums before school. I then called Roberta Zecca. I asked him to come at eight, but he had a contract. He said he could wake me at eight thirty. So I went to sleep. But when I woke up, it wasn't Roberta's tongue on my clit, as I had hoped. I was here in the hospital, with a terrible headache and a sore cunt. The nurse told me I'm a crime victim, and he couldn't give details until after the police interviewed me. Your colleague was here …,” she checked the wall clock, “… almost twenty minutes ago now. After I told my story, he said I was found in a position that suggests being drugged and raped.”
She stared into the void for a few seconds, then resumed:
“He could just have asked, you know! I would have agreed. I love sex, I never say no.”
“Of course, miss Hill. But that's not the point.”
“Huh? I don't understand.”
“Indra, can you explain please? I'll step outside for a bit and talk to the doctors to see if they found traces during their examination.”
Indra cleared her throat, then rattled down the explanation she had produced countless times already.
“Many people think that rape is about sex. But it isn't, and it never was. Not even before the Great Sexual Reform. Okay, before then, there were rare cases of rape where sex was the driving force, but even then it was a small minority. And after the Great Sexual Reform, that obviously disappeared. People always find someone to have sex with when they're horny, nobody has pent-up sexual tension. No need to take by force what is freely available.”
“Yes, after the Reform, rape and other sex crimes almost disappeared. That's common knowledge. So doesn't that confirm …”
“… that the main motivation for rape used to be sexual frustration? No. Like I said, even before the Reform, that was rarely the case. Most rape cases, I'm inclined to say almost all, were about power. Most rapists had a desire to exude power over someone weaker. Rape, forcing someone to have sex against their will, was the ultimate power trip.”
Kimberly nodded her understanding.
“Okay, makes sense I guess. But then why did rape almost disappear as a crime after the Reform?”
“Well, think about it. Imagine overpowering a woman, telling her that no matter what, you're going to fuck her, and she responds 'yes, please', and willingly spreads her legs, and even sucks you if you're not hard. Or the equivalent for female rapists, male victims, etcetera. That's not quite the power trip it used to be when the victim screamed and kicked and tried to escape.”
“And that's the real reason why rape, as you say, has become very rare. One of the many benefits of the Reform.”
Carola entered the hospital room again.
“The doctors confirmed my suspicion. Nothing useful. No fingerprints anywhere, either he never touched her or he used gloves. They sent samples to the lab, but I doubt he left any skin residue. And of course, no ejaculate to analyze. That would have been far too easy.”
Kimberly turned pale.
“What? He didn't cum, you say? Dear lord, that's terrible! How can any man not …”
“Oh no, that's not it,” Carola quickly explained, “he may or may not have cum, Indra probably already explained that cumming isn't even the point for rapists. But what I meant is that he used a condom. We found traces of rubber in your vagina.”
“A condom?” Kimberly whispered, totally shocked, “He used a condom? Why would anyone ever use a condom? Does he really think I'm not regulating my fertility? Why not go for the full skin on skin experience, a condom is an insult to proper sex!”
“The rapist knows what he is doing. Or she. You have been penetrated, but no way to say whether by a dick or a strap-on. Using a condom ensures there's no DNA to analyze from pre-cum or sperm, if they're a man. And not even a way to be sure about their sex.”
“Thanks for your cooperation, miss Hill,” Stephen quickly rattled down as he saw Carola turn and head for the door, “we wish you a speedy recovery, and we will keep you updated as we learn more.”
They closed the door behind them. And then Carola turned and pushed the door open again.
“Oh, one more thing, miss Hill. About your trip to Orlando, this weekend.”
“Sorry? What?”
“Thanks, that's all I needed to hear.”
And with those words, Carola turned tail once more and paced out of the hospital, leaving her assistants equally bewildered as Kimberly Hill.
Impressions of a new world
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The camera pans out, and the screen fades to black. Then the commercials start.
A young couple, lying in the grass. The camera focuses on their deep kiss. It slowly pans out, showing their intimately entwined bodies. He pulls out his dripping cock, and a line of sperm leaks out of her cunt.
“I love you so much,” he says.
“And I you,” she answers, “I want to have your baby. I'll stop my fertility blockers.”
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A woman sets the table for breakfast. The door opens and a smiling 8-year-old girl enters.
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“Yes, mom!”
“And did you have enough sex? Did you make daddy George and daddy Ish and daddy Ahmed cum?”
“Yes, mom! They all spurted in me! See?”
She proudly shows her leaking cunny.
“Good! That makes me happy!” the mother smiles, “just don't forget to shower after breakfast.”
The camera then follows a bot, hastily rolling out of the kitchen, into a messy children's room. A voice-over is heard.
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A man, on all fours, cuffed in an uncomfortable looking position on a bed. A boy aged around ten methodically whips his already deep red ass, while the man repeatedly cries in pain. Then the screen freezes, the camera zooms in to the man's face, and a microphone is shoved in front of his mouth.
“How are you doing, sir?” an off-screen interviewer asks, “are you in pain?”
“Of course I am,” the man cheerfully replies, “my son is whipping my ass good, he has become a true expert at it!”
“But otherwise? How about your wrists? Did your son tie you up in a good way?”
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Then the camera zooms out to its original position, the man and boy still frozen in the same position as before. The scene unfreezes and the whip strikes again, resulting in another pained moan.
“Welcome back to Unusual Sex! Our daily talk show about unusual sex, exclusive for Fucks News Network! Here is your host, the one and only Fucker Charleston!”
“Welcome back viewers,” Fucker says with a broad smile, “before the break we talked to miss Candice Rover. She explained how at age 8 she vowed never to fuck anyone younger than her. She is 32 now and still keeping her vow.”
Applause from the audience.
“And we have our first caller. Hello, welcome to the show! What is your question?”
“Hello, this is Andy Hercules from Ohio. I think miss Rover should be put on trial. She said she has two sons. Does she really not even fuck her own sons, because they are younger? That's criminal neglect and should be prosecuted!”
“Well, Candice. You heard Andy. Do you agree that you are neglecting your boys?”
“Of course not, Fucker! It is true that I don't fuck them. They are younger than me, after all. But I make sure that they have plenty of other women to fuck. And men of course, boys, girls, everything!”
“But your boys still are denied their own mother!” the voice on the phone protests, “how do they feel about that?”
CLICK
“Mom, I was watching that!”
“Yeah, well, stop watching and do something else. Perhaps you can lick your little sister or feed her your cock. Don't watch that cum-denier Charleston, everyone knows his shows are fake. That woman is probably just an actress.”
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