Patriarchal Joy

>Am a cis white male, walking home one cold winter night
>See a proud, independent, unoppressed woman walking several yards ahead of me
>Feel my blood boil at the thought of a woman as yet unforced to be the vehicle of my oppressive seed
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>Check my watch to see if it's Rape'O clock yet
>It isn't; gnashing my teeth in frustration, I resign myself to going home and preying on single mothers online
>See something tumble out of the woman's purse
>It's fucking on, you dirty slut
>Pick up her fallen wallet, running my disgustingly phallic fingers all over the supple, yielding leather
>Inhale deeply and feel a twitching in my groin
>There is a tingling in my prostate as my arousal is properly piqued, and my oppression glands become engorged with post-rape tears and my own reserve of seminal fluid
>There is a pounding in both my heads as I call out to her, my voice nearly breaking with chauvinistic vigor
>"Ma'am, I think you forgot something." She doesn't answer.
>I glide forward on a thick ooze of my own precum and my erection is now unbearably painful and improbably vascular, a bodybuilder's third arm
>I place myself in front of her, just as men placed themselves in front of the path leading to Femayle Utopia for countless millennia
>Her face twists into a mask of fear as she pulls her ear-buds out
>'Y-yes?' She stammers, already reeling from the noxious testosterone ridden fumes oozing from my loins
>I smile and I forget to sheath my fangs (also a symbol of disgusting male phallic vanity)
>"I think you dropped this." My voice is as silky smooth as the as yet unravished thighs of a soon-to-be rape statistic
>I hand her the wallet, now utterly drenched by my fun gun and she takes it tearfully
>"Oh, t-thank you so much, I don't k-know what I would have done without it." The air is so thick with the oppressive musk of virulent misogyny that the words can hardly escape her lips
>My pants creak and groan, like the gates of Minas Tirith during a siege
>In the distant corner of my mind, I hear a guttural voice "My lord, the gates are too thick, no ram can breach them!" "Bring out of the Wolf's Head." cums the reply
>I nearly pass out from the crushing weight of my anticipation
>Eyes glowing aflame, Grond is brought to the walls and begins his relentless assault on the last shreds of my self restraint
>I speak to the woman again. "No problem, wouldn't want you to lose that on such a cold night." I threaten, my eyes boring into hers with such intensity that I sense a shift in her hormones
>She is now pregnant with the afterbirth of my rape
>She smiles, but the fear lurking behind her eyes is enough to send a shudder of pure patriarchal joy through the essence of my being
>"W-well, it's good to know there are still gentlemen in the world." she whimpers, hoping to placate my male fury before Grond manages to force his way into the city
>Get slightly confused about which analogies I've been using
>Take the opportunity to check my watch again
>Oh
>Would you look at that
>Look at the time
>It's Rape'o clock
>My pants screech like the hinges of the Black Gate itself and legions of Sodomite Demons, each sporting a massive horned erection, warp through the nether-portal created by the pure density of my misogyny
>Hundreds of miles away, Stephen Hawking measures the nether-portal with interest
>Suddenly a soundless female cry, the culmination of a *literal* eternity of foul male oppression, echoes throughout the reaches of space and time
>All human women on the planet Earth are impregnated with my twisted, Patriarchal demon-spawn all at once; mine is the last child they will bear before their wombs are torn asunder by the Sodomite Demons
>Grond's massive head bursts through the ravaged remains of the city gate
>Hundreds of miles away, Sigmund Freud records Grond's progress and bases his theory of phallic symbols upon my glorious patriarchal victory
>I smile at her, unable to control the torrent of saliva coursing down my chin
>"No problem. Would you like me to walk you home?" Her eyes flutter as she nearly loses consciousness, knowing that her impending doom is growing at the rate of three inches per second
>Barely able to meet my eye, she murmurs incoherently
>That means yes
>We begin walking, and I assert my utter dominance over her being by (d)raping the sticky folds of my coat over her utterly vulnerable shoulders
>She thanks me, thinking this will save her
>It won't
>I interrogate her mercilessly, determined to make Abu Gharaib look like a walk in the park. What's your name? Are you a student? Where do you work?
>She chokes out her answers in between desperate bouts of sobbing, clinging to my arm in a desperate attempt to remain on her feet, knowing that I will be upon her in a moment if she falls
>I can wait
>By the time we arrive, a single atom touching my throbbing member would be enough to cause me to climax with sufficient force as to devastate the island nation of Haiti
>She turns to me, gingerly handing me back my semen-crusted coat
>Her belly is already distended; my spawn will burst forth before the next moon
>"Thank you so m-much." she whispers, her voice hoarse with dread "Maybe you'd like to walk me home again tomorrow?"
>Halfway across the world, Haiti is rent by the largest earthquake to have been recorded in the last five thousand years; 257% of the population is killed, and Dominica despairs of ever getting that fiver back
>In the rural mountains of Pakistan, a child is born with six penises and no capacity for regret; he later grows up to found the popular Boy Band ISIS
>Deep in the underground laboratories of the Illuminati, a nameless researcher discovers the secret to Cold Fusion; he is immediately put to death for his insolence and his species-saving discovery is forever lost, dooming the race of man to a slow fade into the endless void of obscurity
>Leonardo DiCaprio wins an Oscar
>My cum slices cleanly through the front of my denim jeans as I experience the purest moment of dominance over femayles that I have ever had the patriarchal joy to experience
>In a flash of male light, I suddenly assume my final form
>"It would be my privilege."