Once upon a time there was a great king. He was a good to his people and the land was rich. No one was ever without food or healthcare. He made sure children were educated and flourished. And he was also, so good to women. Making sure they had equal or even MORE rights than men. Women and children highly protected under his rule. A great peaceful land it was…
He loved women. He was what some would call a ladies man. A true Casanova whom you could not take your eyes off of. One day on one of his brisk walks with his dog down the alleyway, he spotted a poor peasant girl dressed in rags. He stared at her with warm eyes and a dimple that graced his cheek when he smiled. She could barely hold her gaze up to him as he was as wonderful and handsome as she heard in all the rumors. Her chest became heavy as he walked toward her and asked her if she would join him at his castle for some tea and biscuits.
She was nervous as she walked up the marble steps, she didn’t have the fancy velvet attire the rest of the court wore. She was in complete awe in his home. He sat her at one end of the table and rather than have the help set the table, he was the one seen coming in and out of the kitchen with the finest foods he had constructed for her. A platter of cheeses, meats and breads. Tea’s in served in fine china dinnerware. And rather than sit at the other end of the long table, he sat right next to her. Spoke with her all day and into the night. She felt like a dim star that was discovered, by him.
The next day, a courier brought her a beautiful tightfigting white gown that frayed out at the bottom and graced the floor. “He likes his women to look this way”. The feeble bald headed courier told her. He then handed her a basket of treats that included a bottle of sweet french parfum. “He likes his women to smell this way.” Her eyes widened with glee. She had never been treated so elegantly in her whole life. “he expect to see you at his castle tonight. oh, and by the way, he says you laugh far too loudly for his tastes. He also would like you to take this pill. It will make you more mature when you’re around him. So that the both of you can articulate yourselves like the aristocrat’s you are! toodaloo young lady.”
An old woman came rushing in and grabbed her face tightly, looking at all the crevices and angles her she was born with. She took the time to do her makeup and gave her a manicure and pedicure. The old woman waiting as she bathed herself in the oils that he sent. When she got out, the old women clasped her dress together on her and slipped her shoes upon her feet. “you are now a swan, young lady”. She looked at herself in the mirror.
The once ugly duckling had now started to look and feel like a beautiful elegant swan. She was in bliss.
She spent many nights with the king. He shared with her his childhood memories. He showed her all the little trinkets around his home. They had become friends. He had a bedroom for love making. He would grace the white bed with rose petals for her. He made sure to wear his best cologne when they laid to rest for the still of the night. He made her rose petal baths and played with her. Like children they swam from one adventure to another upon the skin of the other. He treated the peasant girl, like she was his princess.
One early morning, she left and saw another women, waiting at the bottom of his stairs. She gazed at her feeling uneasy. She went home. It was days before she would hear a summon for her to be present again in his quarters. Each time he summoned for her days apart, she saw a new woman, head bowed and waiting. She walked by them, never questioning them and never questioning him. What was she to do? Complain? How does one complain to a king who gives you everything? So she didn’t. She ignored it.
Until one day, days turned to weeks before she would hear from him. Her heart would crack with each quiet day, starved of his affection that she grew to hunger for. Thes new days to come, were unlike any of the others.
He started to grow colder toward her. His demeanor became more agitated. He would drop things like wine glasses and shout at everyone around him. He would punch the doors and call the help names. He wanted to do things to her, that he had never done before. He wanted to choke her when they made love. And when she didn’t follow an order he gave her, he slapped her till she fell off the bed. He wanted other men in the kingdom to watch him as his ‘princess’ served him sexual favors. He let them peak thru the doors. Pervert men peeking in on what was suppose to be an intimate engagement.
She mustered the courage to speak up and asked him about his peculiar behavior. “How dare you question me! You’re a smart enough girl. You know damn well I’m not going to ever going marry someone like. you. You know your place! You know what I do! In fact, I’m getting pretty tired of your attitude. I’m sick of touching you. You can come by from time to time, but the most I can offer you is to let you suck my dick!”
The fairy tale king who was god’s gift to women, had shown his true character. His love for women, only reached so far. There was another side to him, that needed to indulge and feed. Women had to pay the piper.
The ‘princess’ was no longer desirable to the king. He plucked each of her beautiful swan feathers from her slowly, one by one. Revealing her ugly duckling underneath it all.
He laughed at her. A laugh so hard, it was louder than any other she had her come from herself. The laughs she precisely tried to control so that he would not be bothered. She stood there naked. Shaking. Her palms tight in a fist. Fire emerging from her core and out her hair.
What the king didn’t know is that this ugly duckling had far too many unfortunate events by the hands of men in her lifetime. Oh yes, he was so good to her. But she was fed up. Her skin turned red. Her hair frizzed outward raised with the rage that started to fill her being.
She marched out of the room. She found the parlor where the knights held their armor. She put on a chainmail over her front and buttocks. A bare long beautiful legs still visible. Slipped on the elbow length metal gloves. No mask. No helmet. Her hair was going to remain wild and visible for the events that were about to unfold. She grabbed the longest sharpest sword from the weapons cabinet. She marched down the hall. Her breasts still visible and bouncing as the help watched her stomp her way back to the kings room.
And there he was, outside his patio smiling and laughing with the girls outside his window. All of her anger from the day she was born to day, came from her core and powered her grip as she swung the sword with all her might across his neck. His severed head, fell 3 stories down into the lap of the maiden he was talking to. Blood dripped down her head and face and lap. She shrieked at the sight.
The peasant girl put on all the kings jewelry and rings. She put on his beautiful velvet robe that graced the floor as she walked over to his cologne and sprayed herself all over with it. She laughed the loudest laugh she could. Cause she knew, he taught her the proper way to put that parfums on. And she didn’t care. She walked over and stole his sheath from his saddle bag and proceeded to CUT HIS DICK RIGHT OFF! BLOOD SPURTING EVERYWHERE. Her eyes widened and she used the blood to make war paint on her face, just under her eyes. As she made her way down the castle, she broke everything in her path. Anything glass was thrown against the wall. And she encouraged all the help, to do the same. IT’S ALL SHIT!!! ALL OF IT!! She yelled and laughed and danced with delight. Her mania giving her the confidence of a king. No one dared get near her nor questioned her.
She reached the bottom of the stairs. The other girl was still shrieking in disbelief with the king’s severed head still in her lap.
A crowd gathered to see the commotion. She took the kings penis out of her new found saddle bag and threw the penis into the crowd. Blood raining upon anyone in it’s path. She picked up the head from the girl and raised it high for the whole kingdom to see. Shaking it as blood sprayed everywhere. And she spoke…
I HAVE SET AN EXAMPLE TODAY. TODAY LIES A NEW DAY. NEVER AGAIN WILL A MAN RUN THIS COUNTRY. I AM NOW YOUR QUEEN!
WOMEN WILL RUN FREE AND NAKED.
MEN ARE ORDERED TO PROTECT US. IF YOU HARM US, YOU WILL SEE IMMINENT DEATH. MEN WILL HAVE ONE PURPOSE AND ONE PURPOSE ALONE. TO SERVE US WOMEN HOW WE DEMAND TO BE SERVED!! YOU’LL COOK, CLEAN, WORK, TAKE CARE OF THE CHILDREN AND PROVIDE US WITH THE SEXUAL INTIMACY WE DEMAND OF YOU. BREEDERS WILL BREED AND THE REST OF YOU WILL BE FIXED.
AND IF YOU BECOME WORTHLESS AND REFUSE US, YOU WILL BE MET WITH THIS SAME DEMISE!! NO QUESTIONS ASKED. NO SECOND CHANCES.
And from that day on, women in the kingdom were in total control. Men who tried to resist were met with instant death. Only the submissive men were allowed to live.
As time went by, there was no such thing as rape. There was no such thing as sexual violence. And dominate men were erased from the history books. World peace had been achieved at about 90%.
The end.
Moral of the story. Man will always make you pay a price for your illusion of “freedom”.
