Hanna gets fucked

Hanna looked around at the busy streets and sighed. She was a victim of her own rules. She'd made herself need cock, crave it. Except she'd taken all the cock away! Everywhere she look it was just women! Where were all the men? With a huff she started walking away from the tattoo parlor, no clear destination in mind.

As she passed an electronics store she suddenly paused. The window was full of TVs showing the news and what she saw shocked her. It wasn't the fact that it showed war, even before her rules had changed the world war was always happening somewhere. What surprised her was who was fighting, since when was Canada at war? She struggled to think about what had happened. Nobody but her remembered the old world, before her rules, but her memories of the new one were foggy. She needed more information.

She pulled out her phone and started to browse the news, feeling more and more disquieted the more she read. Fuck. She'd really fucked up. It turns out the women around the world had been responsible for what little peace and stability there was. She'd known that women were more likely than men to vote Liberal in Canada, but it turns out that women everywhere were more left leaning than their male counterparts. When she'd banned women from voting she'd slowly shifted power to the right. If the shift had just resulted in lower taxes and less social safety nets then there wouldn't be anything she felt she needed to fix, but the more recent voter demographics had dragged the Overton window off a cliff all around the world with more fascist leaders getting into power everywhere.

Things weren't so far gone in her own country of course, but Western leaders were now responding to aggression with aggression and war was that inevitable result. Hanna knew she had no one to blame but herself, she'd never considered the consequences of her actions even for a second after all, but still...she'd never thought death would be involved. She had to fix this...but how?

She could ban war. Easy, but would their be other consequences from that?

She noticed movement inside the store. A man. She rushed inside and up to him, "Excuse me sir, do you think women should be able to vote?"

He blinked, surprised by her sudden outburst, "What? Hell no."

"B-but don't you think if women could vote there would be less war?" Hanna asked.

The man considered it seriously, "Ya, you're right. If the Conservatives had won they would have kept us out of the war, at least directly. Good thing they lost, we need to bomb those fascists back to the stone age."

Hanna stared at him. Killing people was...good? Oh dear, she wouldn't get any help from him. She turned to leave but saw that the cashier was also male, she ran over to him, "Excuse me-"

"No," He shook his head, "I don't think women should vote. My wife can't decide what to eat for dinner, how the hell is she supposed to pick a leader?"

"B-but...well...some women could? Right? What if the rule was that women could vote, unless their husbands said no?"

"Huh, well I suppose some women might be able to handle it," he looked her up and down, "Not you though. You don't look smart enough to vote."

Hanna gasped, "What? I'll have you know I'm a partner at-"

"Don't care," He said, "Look, are you going to buy something or just waste my time?"

Hanna clenched her fists. This sort of degradation was exactly what she'd signed up for, but she wanted to be serious for a second, "What about if the rule said all women except me, or whose husbands forbid it, could vote?"

He clicked his tongue, then shook his head, "No. There's too many of you bitches. You'd overwhelm the male voters and vote for some chick on a platform of free kittens for everyone."

The first man walked over, "Ya, if women could vote it would have to be diluted. Maybe a tenth of a man's?"

The cashier laughed, "Why even bother letting them vote at that ratio? I'd say just half, but keep all the bimbos out. Just C cups and under."

Hanna could work with that, "What about if the rule was that women with a cup volume smaller than 32D can vote, with their votes counting for 1/2 a man's?"

"Sure, why not?" The cashier grinned at her, "Now are you going to buy anything?"

"Can't, no money." Hanna said with a wink, "Thanks." She rushed out of the store and pulled out the rulebook. She'd managed to get him to agree to the rule change without the husband's veto and kept herself from being able to vote. She erased the entirely of the old voting rule and replaced it with the new one.

Old Rule: Women with a breast size equivalent to a 32D cup volume or larger may not vote. All women's vote count for 1/2 of a man's vote.

She knew that would start driving things back to the left as the percentage of women grew, but it would push back quite a bit of civil rights. She decided to add another rule.

Old Rule: Despite the changes to voting cause by the rulebook, the election results in every election held up until 2026 were as they should have been before Hanna Park wrote in the rulebook.

An intense headache came over her as the world shifted. She blinked and looked back at the TV screens. The images of Canadian soldiers at war had vanished, replaced by coverage of forest fires in British Colombia. Still not a good thing, but she decided not to meddle in that.

She briefly wondered how women could prove they were eligible to vote? Did they flash their bra tags or something? A wicked grin came over her face, she knew just what to do.

Old Rule: Women who are eligible to vote must prove it by flashing an election official. Women must vote in all elections they are eligible to participate in.

There, problem solved...right?

Hanna felt a sudden pang between her legs. Fuck. She needed to get fucked. And there were two guys she'd just talked to! She rushed back into the store. The two men stopped talking to each other and stared at her.

"D-do either of you want to fuck me?" She asked.

"Get out." The cashier said flatly.

Hanna didn't see any point in arguing, she hurried back out.

Hanna decided enough was enough. She needed to get fucked, and she needed to get fucked NOW! She could have written a rule that made men actually say yes when a stranger asked them to fuck, but she decided on another approach that she was sure to work. Well...she hoped.

She'd made it to her destination and knocked. Nothing happened. She tapped her foot impatiently. He HAD to be home. Where else would he be?

She knocked again, louder this time.

She was about to knock a third time when the door swung open. Hanna's mouth instantly dropped. Was she at the right place? Standing in front of her was a woman in a parody of a maid uniform which left her chest completely exposed. Not just that, the poor woman's nipples were harshly clamped with weights dangling on strings below her waist, they were still swinging as she stood there, glaring at Hanna. If the woman's position wasn't totally clear from the rest of her attire, she also wore a thick steel collar around her throat.

When the woman remained silent, Hanna finally spoke, "Um...is this Ned Jones's place?"

The woman sighed, "Another bimbo come for Ned? What do you want?"

"I'm his boss, I need to speak with him." Hanna said, adopting a serious tone.

The woman snorted, "You? His boss? Oh...oh you're not joking. Wow, that's gotta rankle him. Anyway, you can't talk to him. He's busy."

"He can't be too busy for his boss, can he? Let me in." Hanna said.

"No. I don't need more skanks getting in my way." The woman replied.

"Huh? What are you talking about?"

The woman rolled her eyes and gestured at her chest, "Do you think I'm wearing this because I want to? You don't get it because you're hot with huge tits, but for normies like me it's hard to get a guy to stay interested. I've been cleaning his apartment while these weights threaten to tear my nipples off because he promised he'd fuck me. I don't need you jumping the line."

"I'm not-"

"Not what? Look at you. You're desperate, aren't you? Desperate enough to come and try to seduce your employee? You rather misogynistic employee I might add."

"W-well if he's so bad why are you here?" Hanna didn't know how to respond so she went on the offensive, but it didn't land at all.

She scoffed, "Because he's got a huge dick! I live in the building and heard the rumors in the laundry room. He's been on a tear lately, he's probably slept with half the building by now."

Hanna knew her angle now, she smirked, "Ya, everyone but you."

"F-fuck you. I told you, go away!" She tried to slam the door on Hanna, but Hanna caught it and pushed her way in. Hanna wasn't stronger than most people, but she was stronger than this bitch and easily made her way in. For good measure she reached out and tugged on one of the weights, causing the woman to scream and fall back.

Hanna walked inside and almost immediately heard noises. Very specific noises. Ned really was busy. Not that she minded. She made her way into the bedroom and pushed open the door. There he was. Her once meek employee, emboldened by her new rules, lying in his bed while a gorgeous woman rode him like she was having the time of her life. Well...she probably was.

Ned looked at her quizzically as she entered, but the woman paid Hanna no mind at all. She was determined to get off using Ned, and wouldn't let herself be distracted.

"Hanna...I'm surprised you aren't at work. Don't you normally work Saturday's? I figured you had to because you aren't competent enough to get the job done in 5 days." Ned said with a serious tone.

Hanna decided to adopt a conciliatory tone, she'd made him a misogynist after all. She even giggled, "Haha, you're so right Sir. Normally I would, but I recently got the new IUD and-"

"And you want me to fuck you. Of course you do," Ned said, sounding rather bored, "I'll think about it. Go to the living room and masturbate until I'm ready to see you. Just rub your clit, I don't want it to feel too good. And it goes without saying that you won't cum."

Hanna gulped, "Y-yes sir." She had to obey, it was a rule. She hurried to the living room and then knelt down on the floor. She reached under her skirt and started to touch herself. It felt really weird. She'd masturbated much like this many times before, but those times had felt amazing. Her clit had been so sensitive that just the gentlest touch could send shivers down her spine. Now? It felt alright, good even. But it was more like the feeling she got when a lover ran a finger over her nipple or bit gently on her ear. Enough to turn her on, but it was clear no amount of stimulation would get her off, regardless of Ned's orders.

Still, it was a rule. She had to obey. She kept going, only vaguely aware of the bitch from earlier wandering around cleaning. She ignored Hanna now, except for the occasional glare. After a while the slut who was riding Ned walked by, totally naked, and hanna heard her leave the apartment. But Ned himself did not come out.

Hanna continued to circle her clit with her finger, feeling more and more turned on without ever climbing that peak. She wondered how long he would make her wait. Belated she reallized the flaw in her rule. No time limit. What if Ned just never came back? Would the rule force her to sit here fingering herself until she died of dehydration? Probably not...she hoped not.

Eventually though, he did come. His hair was wet and he had a towel wrapped around his waist, evidence of his recent shower. He seemed shocked when he saw Hanna, "Oh right, I forgot you were here." He said.

"C-can I stop?" Hanna asked.

"What? Oh. Sure." Ned said casually, "Then you can leave."

Hanna was grateful to stop touching herself. She stood up, "But Sir-"

"Oh, you wanted to fuck me? Right. Well, I did promise...uh...what's her name...that I'd fuck her. I've got great stamina recently, but it's not like I want to spend my whole day looking after women. Women are supposed to look after me, aren't they?"

"I can look after you!" Hanna said desperately, "W-what do you need? I can cook you dinner."

"You?" Ned laughed, "Fuck no. Did you forget I know you? You can't cook worth a damn. No thanks."

"I'll clean...do your laundry."

"No, the other bitch already did all that. Tell you what...there is a special kind of pleasure in fucking your boss...so I'll throw you a bone."

"Oh thank you S-" Hanna started to say, only to be cut off.

"An ex of mine bought a costume and left it here. It never looked right on her because she wasn't Japanese. You'll wear it for me."

Hanna was about to protest that she wasn't Japanese either, but decided that would result in her leaving her without getting fucked. She smiled at him instead, "Of course Sir, where is it?"

"I don't know. My closet or something. Go put it on. It's from Sailor Moon." Ned said.

Hanna suppressed a sigh, then hurried to his bedroom. It didn't take her long to find it. She held it up and sighed. It was clearly not a cosplay costume. Well...actually maybe it was. She quickly stripped down and put it on, barely managing to squeeze her tits into the top. Whoever Ned's ex was, she probably still had a mortgage.

She waited a few minutes, but realized Ned wasn't going to come to her. Instead she went into the living room to find him sitting on the couch watching tv. Hanna grimaced as she saw the bitch from earlier. He was using her as a footstool. At least that position let those weights rest on the floor.

Hanna stepped closer but Ned still didn't seem to notice him. She cleared her throat and he finally looked up, then sighed, "No no. You're hair is all wrong."

"Um..." Hanna tried to recall what she knew about the show, which was essentially nothing. Did Sailor Moon have funky hair or something?

"Ah, nevermind. Just saying something in Japanese." Ned ordered.

Hanna gulped, "Actually Sir I'm-"

"Korean. Ya. Whatever. Like I know the difference." Ned said dismissively.

Hanna didn't speak Korean either. If she did she'd have a few choice words for him. "Um...konnichiwa...sensei..." Hanna said, drawing on her very limited knowledge of Japanese.

Ned actually looked at her at that. He smirked, "Sensei...yes. I like that. Alright Sailor Slut I will fuck you."

"Thank y-" Hanna started to speak, but once again Ned cut her off.

"But which of you do I fuck first? What was your name again? Nevermind, doesn't matter. Anyway, footstool asked first and she has been serving me pretty well...but she's kind of ugly. Sailor Slut is hot and it would be good to put her in her place...ah, sorry footstool, you'll have to wait. Go get started on dinner while I take care of things here."

Footstool, or whatever her name was, looked like she was about to protest, but eventually she nodded and got up. When she was gone Hanna stepped forward, but Ned pointed to the ground. Getting the message she knelt and crawled over to him. Ned stood up to throw his towel away, revealing a humongous dick. Hanna's pussy was practically dripping just from the sight of it. Ned sat back down and switched what he was watching on the tv. A quick glance revealed it was, of course, Sailor Moon. He didn't seem the target audience for it, but whatever, Hanna wasn't here to judge, she was here to get fucked.

Ned didn't stop watching his show, or really pay any attention to her at all. The only time he didn't anything was to slap her or push her head if she obstructed his vision. She had to keep the costume on and kneel in front of him and press herself against him. It was a good thing she was already soaking wet down there, she needed all the lubrication she could get to fit that monster instead her. In contrast to how clitoral stimulation had felt before, being filled by Ned was pure ecstasy. She hadn't been prepared for it and couldn't even thrust for the first minute, she just held him inside her and quivering.

Eventually though she got into the usual rhythm. It felt good. Better than anything she'd experienced before. It made all the humiliation she'd gone through totally worth it. Almost immediately she felt her orgasm building, she was ready for it, she needed it, she...

Ned suddenly grunted and she felt him cumming deep within her. She looked back at him in shock, but he wasn't even looking at her. He pushed her forward, letting his dick fall out and sending a river of cum onto the floor.

"Now get out." He ordered her.

"B-but Sir...I didn't..."

"Oh right. You didn't have permission. You can orgasm now."

Of course nothing happened. That's not how it worked. "But..."

"Just grab a dildo or something. I don't care." Ned said, "Now get out. Oh, but leave the costume."

Hanna stared at him in shock. He'd given permission but that wouldn't matter. Her own rules prevented her from cumming without a dick, a dildo wouldn't do it. She'd satisfied the need to be filled generated by the IUD rule, but she was hornier than ever.

She wanted to cuss him out, but at the same time it was a delicious humiliation. She crawled away from him, only standing up when she was out of the room. She changed quickly and left without another word. She still had one hope. It was almost time for her tennis match and she was hoping that would change her fortunes.