Who's the real devil?

Summary

It is the year 2096 and radical feminists have become unstoppable. The world's ingenious female virologists (or fevirologists, as they insist to be called) have come up with a deadly sexually transmitted virus designed to kill a rapist in 5 minutes. Lorna, one of their test subjects, escapes the facility on a vengeful mission of her own.

He stood still as he heard her footsteps. He could identify a female by their unhurried light footsteps and indistinct breathing. This one was barely in her late teens The daft ones always preoccupied themselves with *Thought-Send texts or put their *Mentaphones in. Those were the easiest. Amazing how technology had indeed made life easier for everyone.

As she came closer he could smell her. Shield roll-on, beer and a few cigarettes. Hmm a feisty one. She must have had an exciting night. He pictured her stomping the tavern tables with her crusty pixie weave and cheap lipstick, men circling her. She was a filthy hoe and she would learn tonight.

He positioned himself behind some thick bushes. He needed to get more close. As he removed himself from the shrub he stepped on a twig. Snap! She stopped. She looked around her wildly.

It seemed forever before she hesitantly continued her walk, sniffling miserably. Her pace became faster. His pulse quickened with longing indicative of how long he had his last high. His wife had kept a close eye on him, almost as if she knew. He was fed up with that bitch ordering him up and about. It made his cravings stronger.

The girl passed him. He came at her from behind. She immediately sensed him and spun around. He grinned at her sardonically and spit on his palms.

She froze...

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Everything that happened next seemed like an out of body experience. As she watched the man pump in and out at what seemed like her body, she stiffened. STOP! she screamed mentally. But she couldn't move her lips. She realized his hand was on her mouth, clamping her tightly.

He gave one last pump and rolled over.

Just her luck. Now she would have to move abandon - OK maybe that was just too drastic- or delay her plans to get her revenge on Spokie, the good for nothing asshole who had hit her repeatedly throughout their brief relationship.

The man started groaning. He was probably one of those bigoted male supremacists who thought they would go back to reality after this was over. The selfish toad had no idea what was coming to him.

"OMG is this my dick?! What is happening? Did you just put a spell on my dick you witch?," he slurred between screams.

His penis had just turned into a dark Victorian purple colour and limper (or more appropriately drier?) in texture.
She got up and smoothed her dress.
He must be a Hypersensitive 4

"Listen to me. You are going to going to die now."

His eyes widened in shock as he clenched his teeth.

"Unfortunately I'm in quite a hurry to wait or take you home. So I'm going to dig your grave. Its best you be quiet as possible."

As she took out her *Garden Tool T46 out of her body purse she selected Self Digging Shovel.

She was too tired of this.

*Thought-Send texts ;- A phone feature that lets you send texts by just thought
*Mentaphones :- Earphones that let you play any music you think of
*Garden Tool T46 :- A device designed to compress and store simulations of a wide variety of tools and machinery. Its the size of a man's wallet