Ultimate Power Ultimately Corrupts - Prologue
By Silentcrs, silentc123-mail@yahoo.com
Give young women power and they may not use it ethically


They say "ultimate power ultimately corrupts". I've found that's never to be
more true than with teenagers. My name is Detective Jim Rasmond. My beat is a
major city in southern California. Beautiful area. Can be hot as fuck
sometimes, but that's what the locals love about it. The weather also tends to
bring out the cute girls with the ultra short skirts. Not a bad thing if
you're a heterosexual male, like I am.

What can be a bad thing, however, is who are in those skirts. Powerful women.
Homicidal women. You might think I'm crazy, but I've seen things with my own
eyes, the aftermath of "visits", that would make any man squirm. I don't mean
to be a misogynist, but it was enough when these girls were first given access
to guns. Combine the woman's lib movement with a newfound sense of strength –
coupled with harder workout regimens and an interest in getting more
physically powerful (along with easier access to steroids and HGH) – and you
have women out there that think reparations for the delayed suffrage movement
is their responsibility. And they plan to carry it out – with their bodies.

If this was an isolated case here and there of some former bodybuilder in her
40s mangling some guy who got fresh, it'd be one thing. But every indication
is that it's exactly the opposite. Young girls in their mid-to-late teens,
cranked up on hormones, singling out innocent males who just happen to catch
their eye on a walk home from school. These young women are beautiful and
charming. Bodies not to match. No sense of the sanctity of life. Think back to
when you were in high school: did you really care whether you live or died the
next day? Hell no. If you were any able-bodied teenager with hormones, you
were more likely laser-focused on sex. Same with these girls. Except, they
don't concern themselves with whether they live or die. They don't care
whether YOU live or die. You're just a toy. And if they happen to break their
toys, well, they can find new ones.

The first case I covered seemed to be your typical homicide case. At least,
until I showed up at the crime scene. The males' bodies looked mangled –
crushed. It looks they had been compacted with heavy equipment or machinery.
Broken ribs. There was rape involved, but no sign of forced anal entry on the
men. Whoever had sex with this man was female.

Oh, and there was one other thing. In the corner of the room there was a
cheerleader's skirt. It was from a local high school.