The New Laws is a series of shorts based on, well, fictional new laws. While this legislation is ostensibly meant to protect the public, they unfortunately have humiliating and painful consequences for women at large.

You can read my last New Laws story here and find all of my stories here.

Part 1

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2

“Hey, Samantha.” The voice rises above the din of the crowd outside the lecture hall. Samantha ignores it. But it calls again. Jessie.

“What is it? Have you come to gloat,” Samantha asks, spinning around.

Jessie looks a bit hurt, but pushes her lips back up into a neutral expression. “No. I, uh, I wanted to tell you that I liked your presentation. I’m sorry about this whole new law thing. It’s super humiliating.”

“Yeah, well, thanks,” Samantha says, the venom rising in her voice. She turns to walk away when Jessie calls to her again.

“Do you want to grab a coffee,” Jessie asks her. She brushes the hair back from her face and looks scared that Samantha will say no. “We can, you know, bitch about class and Professor Lewis.”

Samantha looks perturbed. “Whatever. Yeah, sure. Let’s go to the cafe.”

It’s a short walk to the student cafe, where the coffee is the only thing on campus more expensive than the textbooks. Neither Jessie nor Samantha try to broach the silence between them. Jessie orders a black coffee and loads it with several scoops of sugar. Samantha gets a decaffeinated black tea and asks for some ice to cool it off.

Sitting down at a nearby table, Samantha crosses her legs while Jessie sits on one leg. “So, uh, I wanted to um, apologize to you,” Jessie starts quietly.

“Look, I don’t know what game you’re playing here,” Samantha retorts. “I’m already going to be the laughing stock of the campus after I get literally butt fucked in class next week. So whatever you want to do to further my humiliation isn’t going to have the effect you’re hoping for.”

Jessie looks down and waits.

“You know, I never did anything to you,” Samantha continues. “You treated me like an asshole for an entire year. When we were grouped together in Stats, you never returned my texts or emails and just froze me out until I finally had to do the whole assignment by myself. Then when I called you out on it, you acted like I was the jerk.”

A wince crosses Jessie’s face.

Samantha feels the heat rising in her face. “And now, after a freaking year of silence, you decide to come and apologize to me? You know what, I don’t accept your apology. I don’t believe you even care about how you made me feel.”

Samantha stands up from her seat and grabs her bag before Jessie reaches forward and gently takes her hand. “I didn’t come to apologize,” she says. And then adds “Well, not just to apologize. I am sorry, but I totally understand if you don’t want to forgive me.”

Samantha pulls her hand away but sits back down. “Why did you come, then?”

“Because I want to help you next week.”

“What, you wan- you want to help me get fucked in the ass next week,” Samantha asks, that familiar venom rising again.

“I want to help it be easier for you,” Jessie replies, shaking her head. “That’s why I jumped in and helped create a plan for the demonstration. I tried to keep it as simple as possible.”

“Easy? Simple? You think it’s going to be easy?”

“It’s not going to be easy,” Jessie replies, shaking her head again. “I know that. Trust me.”

“Wait, are you saying? That you’ve been gangbanged?”

“Yeah, I, um, lots of times, in fact. Just this past weekend. I was really excited when I heard you were doing your topic, because you’re really smart and I knew it would be interesting. But yeah, um, I really, really enjoy gangbangs.”

“How do I know you’re not making all of this up,” Samantha asks. “How do I know this isn’t just another chance for you to humiliate me?”

“Well, I guess you don’t. But, um, I can sh-show you videos and pictures from the gangbangs so you know I’m not making it up. But, I really can help. Like, I can find safe guys that will be gentle and won’t hurt you. And I can he-help you prepare, if you need that.”

Samantha looks down and is quiet for a moment. This whole day has been a terrible whirlwind. “I need time to think.”

3

The whirlwind goes by in a blur. Samantha can barely focus in her 4 PM OChem lab. It isn’t until she’s shelving books at her campus library job that everything comes crashing down. Collapsing in a heap in front of one of the back rows, Samantha sobs. It’s that jagged kind of crying where you can’t even breathe right. The realization that everyone in class has seen her everything keeps flashing like neon in her brain.

Pulling her phone from pocket, she unlocks it. Samantha looks up at the fluorescent lights above her. One of the bulbs is burning out, and it flickers on and off. “Shit”, she thinks looking back at her phone.

Finally, she hits the call button.

“Sam,” Jessie says groggily.

“No one calls me Sam,” she responds offhandedly. “My Grandpa calls me Sammy. Everyone else calls me Samantha.”

“Sorry. Samantha,” Jessie replies, sleep still in her voice.

“Did I wake you,” Samantha asks.

Jessie murmurs a no. “I was just lying down for a nap. I guess I lost track of time. But I can talk. What’s up?”

“Were you serious? About helping me,” Samantha asks tepidly.

“Yes. One-hundred percent.”

“Why?”

“Maybe because I feel bad. Maybe it’s because you’re the only other girl in the class. ‘Us gals gotta stick together,’ or something like that, you know?”

“Okay, but you have to promise me you’re not going to do something to make it worse,” Samantha says after a pause.

“Pinky swear.” Jessie pauses and then continues. “I’m holding up my pinky finger. Are you?”

Samantha chuckles for the first time in what seems like forever. She looks back up that flickering light and then extends her little finger. “Yeah.”

“Okay,” Jessie says, and Samantha can hear a plan forming in Jessie’s brain. “Come to my dorm at 8 PM. I’ll show you how serious I am and we can start planning for next week.”

“Deal,” Samantha says before saying goodbye and hanging up.

The light that was flickering is stuck on now. It’s not as bright as the others, but it’s on. And for some reason, Samantha feels some measure of comfort in that.

4

Samantha still can’t believe what she’s seeing as she watches the video on Jessie’s phone. Jessie’s head is hanging over the side of a hotel bed. A few men stand by watching the action, and water bottles and lube containers litter the scene. A masked man stands before Jessie and fucks his face. His buttocks flex as he rams his dick down Jessie’s throat. She’s got her arms in a crucifix position and her legs spread while another man eats her pussy.

After a few more seconds, the man grunts and asks Video Jessie where she wants his load. “Oh please, Daddy. Cum all over my tits,” the video version of Jessie says to him. And boy does he ever.

“That’s Mike,” Jessie says as she lies next to where Samantha sits on Jessie’s dorm bed. She’s propped up on her left arm and watches the action with Samantha. “He’s so funny. And, like no matter how many times he’s gotten off, he always cums like it’s his first time ever.”

Jessie sucks a grape lollipop and laughs as she watches the next scene. “Okay, so this was the first time I had two guys in my pussy at the same time.” Two men work to penetrate Jessie simultaneously. One man lies on his back with Jessie lying on top of him. His cockhead is nestled against Jessie’s hairless cunt. The other man kneels between her legs with his thick cock resting on top of the other man’s slightly smaller one.

Video Jessie howls as the men finally penetrate her. “See? Right there, boom” Jessie says, still licking the lollipop. “Hurt like a motherfucker ‘cause I’m really tight. But I came so, so hard, because they would like, um, piston in and out of me in alternating strokes. And it was hella hot when they both nutted in me at the same time.” The scene skips ahead and the men in the video moan during their shared orgasm. They creampie Video Jessie as one while her tears ruin her makeup. Afterwards, though, she’s all smiles while kneeling for yet another facial on the small screen.

“Wow, um, uh. I had no idea girls could do that,” Samantha says, handing the phone back to Jessie.

“Yeah, we can do some pretty amazing things, Jessie replies. “Um, can I ask why you chose your topic?”

“Well, I thought it was interesting. And, uh, I um,” she trails off.

“You thought it was hot,” Jessie asks, smiling slightly with a cocked head.

Samantha nods just a bit and smiles a wry smile. “How’d you guess?”

“Well, I think it’s hot. Maybe we’re not so different.”

“Maybe… So, I need to ask. Why did you treat me so badly Freshman year?”

“That’s fair,” Jessie replies. “Okay, do you know how some people are really cool, and smart and stuff? Like, they’re just good at everything?”

Samantha doesn’t quite follow, but nods anyway.

“Well, that was you. Ms. Pre-med. Wicked smart, funny, gorgeous. Just, um, I guess everything I wasn’t, ya know?”

“No, I don’t think that’s true”, Samantha says. “I think you’re really smart. You saved my ass in class today.”

Jessie stifles a giggle. “Yeah, you were kind of drowning there, weren’t you?”

Samantha nods solemnly. “Yeah. Thanks for bailing me out.”

“But anyways, yeah, when I saw you, I saw a reflection of what I wasn’t and what I would never be. I wasn’t my parent’s favorite kid, I don’t have any kind of scholarship. I get mediocre grades, and I’m not super, duper pretty.”

Samantha shakes her head again as she considers her peer. Jessie’s about four inches shorter than Samantha and has a pixie undercut hair style, a septum piercing, and several tattoos. “I think you’re so pretty,” Samantha says. “And I’m sure you get this all the time, but the little freckles across your nose are so cute.”

Jessie sticks her tongue out a little. “Thanks. Honestly, I don’t hear that a lot. I appreciate it.”

“So, um, my gangbang,” Samantha asks, redirecting the conversation.

Jessie nods. “Right. Okay, so just to be clear, you do want to go through with it?”

“Yeah. I mean, no, I don’t. But I need to. Whether I like it or not, Professor Lewis is right. I can’t drop the class now without taking an F. I tried talking to Dean Simmons, but he said there’s no way for the school to get out of complying with law. Even an emergency injunction attempt by the state failed.”

“Okay,” Jessie says, “that’s one of the things that sucks. The other is that you don’t get to decide on some of the stuff.”

“Right, I don’t get to choose the number of men and they all have to fuck my ass. Which is sorta terrifying,” Samantha says, her face dropping.

“So, you’ve never had someone in your ass,” Jessie probes.

“No. Never. I dated a guy sophomore year who fingered me there a couple times. And to be honest, I didn’t hate it. But I’ve never had more than one guy at a time, though I do like the idea of being the focus of everyone’s attention”

“Yeah, that can be really hot,” Jessie muses.

“But it’s a fantasy thing, you know,” Samantha asks rhetorically. “It’s not something that I ever thought would happen. And definitely not like this.”

“Definitely. But, there’s some,” Jessie starts before trailing off for a second. “I wouldn’t call them ‘good’ things, but maybe silver linings. Like you get to choose the guys.”

“Right,” Samantha agrees. “And by proxy their size.”

“Yeah, absolutely. I know a few guys that have very reasonably sized dicks. And all the guys I know are very reliable. They’re usually available with a day’s notice.”

“What about STIs,” Samantha asks with a worried expression.

“They’re all clean and get tested every three months. But, they will absolutely get tested beforehand. The city free clinic is actually pretty fast with test results. And I know they would be fine wearing condoms.”

“You make them sound like they’re really flexible,” Samantha says cautiously.

“Wouldn’t you be,” Jessie asks with a slight smile as she finishes the rest of her lollipop. “They get to fuck a hot chick in the ass for the first time ever.” She stops for a second and winces. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make light of this.”

Samantha shakes her head again. “No, it’s true. Plus, I think it’s good to maintain a little levity.”

Jessie nods. “Have you thought about sizes, though? Like, we could pick some guys out right now if you want. I can text them and ask for dick pics. I’m sure they’d get a kick out of that.”

“Yeah, I think that would be good.” Samantha looks at the time. “I’m starving. Do you want me to order something for pickup?”

Jessie nods but doesn’t look up from her phone. She has a look of intense concentration as she creates a new group chat message.

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