girl has leveled up! what’s this?! girl has evolved into bimbo! girl is now max level.
They let her keep her secret identity. No one really cared. They wanted to expose her body, to rape it. The only thing they wanted to destroy was what she stood for. And they did.
She saw multiple opportunities to escape. To take these low level operators down. But she didn’t. The evidence of her humiliation was out there. It was too late. Sure, she could probably get to it all with her particular skill set, delete it. But she couldn’t erase everyone’s minds…. but who would believe it was really her?
Still, she hesitated over and over. The reality was she couldn’t erase her own mind. Convince herself it was all a lie. Deep down she believed she was a silly, worthless slut. The proof was repeated each night as she moaned out her pleasure at her own debasement.
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“Oh, this guy can fuck right OFF,” sputtered Caroline.
The beautiful brunette sat with her friend Maria at a table in their local pub, staring in shock at Maria’s phone-or more accurately, at the Tumblr blog which Maria had pulled up on the screen.
Caroline’s face twisted into a mask of rage as she scrolled through post after post demeaning women, showing them as pets, slaves and bimbos slobbering over guys’ cocks. As an avowed feminist and hardcore lesbian, she had always found men pretty distasteful, but this…THIS was just beyond anything she’d ever witnessed. In this modern world, Caroline found it impossible to believe that anyone could be so completely sexist and chauvinistic without an army of righteously angry women tearing him from limb to limb.
Maria watched her friend’s expression carefully as Caroline continued scrolling in disbelief. “I couldn’t believe it either. This asshole even uses the ‘feminism’ hashtag in order to ensure that feminists see his bile!” Caroline looked up, shaking her head as she put the phone down.
“What a fucking dickless motherfucker. He knows what he’s doing, trying to get us all pissed off at him so he can claim victimhood. I mean, ‘become a better girl?’ What the hell kind of corny slogan is that? As if girls who kneel and serve men are better than strong, independent women!”
Maria grinned. “Yeah, I mean, it’s not like guys know how to make us women happy anyway, which is why so many of us are just fucking each other these days instead.”
Caroline snorted in derision, downing a shot of liquor in one swallow. “I bet you he’s just some tiny dicked sad little man who’s never even seen a woman naked in real life! Someone needs to give him a square kick in the balls!”
As if the universe knew that Caroline needed someone to take out her anger on, two young men walked up to the pair of lesbians, smiling as they offered to buy the women drinks.
Caroline turned to the men, the flames of rage erupting in her eyes. “What, why do you want to buy us drinks, gentlemen?” she sneered sarcastically. “Maybe you think we can’t afford to buy our own? Or maybe you’re hoping that you can get us drunk enough to rape us when we pass out? Haven’t you heard, you assholes? Girls don’t need your drinks, your dicks, or your presence in our lives anymore!”
The guys were too shocked to respond as Caroline stumbled away from the table, Maria following her and keeping her steady as they walked outside to hail a cab.
“That felt good,” said Maria with a grin. It wasn’t a happy smile, however; it was full of malice and anger.
Maria nodded as she helped her friend into the cab. “I bet it did. Let’s get you home so you can sleep and forget about this…” for a second the alcohol kept the blog’s name out of Maria’s head-”…Soulcorruptor.”
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