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Rape Toys by Llabmik (cont'd)
Chapter 10 – Radical Feminism Takes a Dive
Anna Trevelyan arched her back and moaned as Betty licked between her legs, flicking her tongue wickedly over her clit.
Since moving to the States from England, Anna's sexual activities had been exclusively lesbian. It was well in keeping with her position as an Associate Professor of Philosophy specializing in ethics, epistemology and feminist philosophy. Feminist philosophy produced the best muff divers, in Anna's learned opinion, an opinion based on extensive research. The slim blue-eyed blond groaned in yet another orgasm, her brown nipples boldly erect, their colour contrasting strongly with her sensitive pale skin, untouched by the sun.
Betty beavered busily between Anna's athletic legs with deliciously sucking lips and obscenely probing tongue. Her knowing fingers, buried in Anna's dripping cunt, massaged her G-spot. She hadn't quite mastered the art of breathing through her ears, so carpet-munching Betty snuffled noisily as she worked, her nostrils flaring with each panting breath. Each puff of air fluffed the small damp triangle of neatly trimmed hair on Anna's pubic mound. Anna's cunt juice dribbled down her chin onto the rapidly growing wet spot at the centre of the mattress.
"I haven't made you late for your interview, have I?"
Anna grabbed Betty's head by the hair, forced it down between her legs and humped her distended cuntlips against Betty's dripping face. She could tell that the naughty little minx was hoping that she had made Anna late – a typical ego-trip female trick.
"There's plenty of time, my dear. I set the clocks ahead so it won't be a problem!"
"What!"
Anna laughed.
"It's nice of you to try so hard to make me late, though. I really appreciate it!"
Betty's jaw dropped. Anna spoke to her sweetly.
"Maybe we can have a re-match and you can try to make me late delivering my lecture tomorrow."
Betty threw a pillow at her. Anna sniggered archly.
"I have to shower so that I look respectable for this Lola person who is interviewing me by video-link from California. While I'm doing that, why don't you be a good girl and change the sheets."
Betty threw the other pillow at her. Anna ducked deftly and hurried into the bathroom. She poked out her head.
"Sorry! Really, I'm very grateful that being a good girl isn't in your nature."
Betty giggled good-naturedly.
"You look so prim and proper and so very English, but you're quite the sly little minx yourself!"
"Maybe you could turn all the clocks back before I think to turn them ahead next time!"
Anna could tell by the rueful expression on Betty's face that she had nipped Betty's next scheme in the bud. Happy to have out-witted yet another in a sea of scheming academic females, Anna hummed cheerfully as she stepped into the steaming shower.
An hour later, Anna was in the TV studio looking at the monitor. She couldn't believe the tits on the woman. They couldn't be real. She noticed that the cameramen religiously kept Lola's silicone mountains in every shot. Lola shifted her snoobs and smiled.
"Hi! I'm Lola from Channel 69 News. You're Anna Trevelyan, the expert on feminist philosophy?"
Anna nodded, trying to keep her eyes up.
"Yes, I'm an Associate Professor in Philosophy. As well as feminist philosophy, I also specialize in ethics and epistemology."
Lola nodded knowledgeably.
"Well, episiotomies are painful so lets talk about the relationship of ethics and feminist philosophy. Don't you think those two things are mutually exclusive?"
Anna blinked.
"Uh, I said epistemology…"
Lola held up her hand to stop her. She spoke firmly.
"I don't care how you Brits pronounce it! It really, really hurts and this is a family program. Let's stick to ethics and feminist philosophy."
Lola bounced her tits and gave Anna a coy wink.
"I realise that, like most feminists, you probably prefer women, if you know what I mean, but what's wrong with men? It's not really ethical to discriminate against them. Let's face it; being anti-male is the core of feminist philosophy. Do you think that sort of discrimination is somehow OK?"
Anna breathed deeply.
Challenged, Lola breathed deeper.
Letting her breath out slowly, Anna decided to play to her strengths. An experienced lecturer, she began to speak calmly. Within a few minutes, even Lola began to realize that she was being made fun of in a dry, archly British way. She made a referee's timeout signal with her hands. She held up a sheet of paper.
"While you've been blathering on with all that fascinating academic stuff, I've been reading your background and I know where you went wrong."
"Pardon me?"
"It says here that you went to Cheltenham Ladies College before you went to Oxford. That sounds like a girl's school."
"Well, yes. It's exactly what you would think – a very distinguished college for young women. The Queen and Prince Philip… "
Lola waved her hand dismissively.
"Whatever. The point is, you think that it's a man's world and here you are hanging out with only girls during your formative years. If you think that it's a man's world, you should understand men."
Lola spoke confidently and somewhat patronisingly. She knew men from prostate to testicles, not that that's a huge distance. She leaned forward to show the camera a bit more cleavage.
"Trust me, honey. Unless you know what's lurking inside the 12-year-old male reptile brain, you can't understand them later on! You have to start knowing them up close and really personal from a young age. Then you don't have to worry about all this philosophy stuff. Your parents weren't doing you any favours by denying you a co-ed education."
Anna smiled warmly.
"So you've been extremely intimate with twelve year old boys?"
There were audible snorts from the camera crew. Lola reddened and scowled darkly at them. Anna was reasonable.
"Lola, this is a taped interview. I know that you're going to edit this part out, so just let me have my say and then we'll both look good. I suggest you cut everything from your foolish remarks about episiotomies up till now. If you try to edit it yourself in any other way, you will look stupid in front of millions of people. So I'll say my little set piece and, when I am done, you nod approvingly. Otherwise you will look like a fool. Understand?"
Lola swallowed and nodded. Anna smiled and began.
"What ethics and feminist philosophy are about is fairly obvious. Epistemology is the study of the origin, nature, methods and limits of knowledge…"
A short while later, Anna, who was by now feeling distinctly pleased with herself, ended her speech.
Lola jiggled her tits, gave her a thumbs-up and spoke the lines that were soon to become famous coast to coast.
"Right on, sister!"
A short time later, Lola was on the phone.
"Hi! Double-D? It's Lola. Remember me from when you were visiting Big Bill?"
Lola listened and then nodded.
"Well, I can't help you there. Star's sort of disappeared. On the other hand, I have complete contact info on a really snotty but not bad-looking English bitch that lives out your way…."
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