The Pumping (2026)

TW: Very vulgar, scenes of SA, do not read unless you feel able to do so, for mature audiences only (21+).

This is a feminist piece from the narrative of a predatory male perspective. This short story is not meant to glorify horrid acts but serves as a severe warning to society’s abuse of all of us under the patriarchy.

You ever look up, N think about the fact there used to be dots up there?  I’m serious.  Little white, red whatever dots, sparklin, jus like diamonds they said.  They said that’s where they come from.  But you come from me, kid.  So, we’re the stars, we’re each other, we’re all one, right?  So, let me tell you about this life you’ll live and leave.  I guess I’ll start with your family.  

I remember my sister was always crying, the annoying cunt she was.  Sophia, is her name.  Sorry-Ima-Fee-Uh.  What I call her.  Because dealing with her is, honestly.  bIG fAT BUTTERFACE bITCH FEE.  BFBBF, what I say.  Mite sound harsh, but girls just don’t have the same knowledge as us, yaknow.  Mom’s alright, but.  They’re simply, not as intelligent.  It is what it is.  Like your dog, you know, I know you used to think they could talk to each other, but it’s not true, son.  Dogs can’t talk to ya, can’t talk to each other, see.  They’re just…dumb!  Bitches, they’re like other animals, but men, it’s in our DNA, from evolution, see.  Bitches place was in the caves, getting smashed and popping out babies, taking care of em.  Think about it, bitches been around babies their whole existence, so that’s all they know!  Kinda got the whinin and cryin in their heads.  But the men, they went out to hunt and stuff, they learned, used their intellect, worked their brains like muscles, where women just didn’t have the chance to.  Not their fault, but too late for them now, they’re brains are underdeveloped from centuries of simply not using their brains.  What you surround yourself with is very important, child.  It’ll seep into you like a sponge.  Knowledge.  

Women, they’re here for our benefit, like all the other animals.  They’re just the special ones.  Pretty ones.  We dress em up, the lookers.  The rest, meh.  They’re bitches!  Like your sister.  But us, we came from God’s rib, you know.  We’re stronger, smarter, we’re the protectors, and the creators.  Not only that, but as creators, it is our responsibility to keep the world in check.

Everytime she fuckin talk.  I gotta slap the bitch.  Keep errrrr in line.  Errrr!! Skrt skrrrrrt!  YEET YEET YEET!!  I know you’re basically an alien or whatever, so let me explain to you the way the world works.  I think you could benefit from a real-ass talk.  So, basically, men are the reason for everything.  You do know this, right?  Bitches?  They rely on us, so you gotta be good to them, not beat them when they do dumb bitch shit.  Little wack on the snout there and then is fine to keep them in line, in check, you know.  Gotta make them learn.  But then, you gotta give them a little of your extra food, you know, keep them happy when you do give out the discipline.  I’m teaching you, ya see.  This is good.  Happy bitch, easier for you to deal with.  So, let me explain, the way the world works.  Basically, our…milk, I’ll say, our seed, is what they used to call it, we just call it sustenance.  Tance, you know.  Well, feeding them our milk is what makes them produce milk, which is edible for all of us to drink.  They’re kinda like a gold dispenser, you know, the things that separates the gold from the normal rocks?  Or, the stuff that cleanses the product.  It’s their body, their role on this Earth.  Like a filter.  It’s part of the process.  They’re like little machines, kinda.  We give them our milk, they filter it, and they produce more milk.  We give them the substance, the TANCE, ya feel me, they purify it, like little phat honeybees.  It’s the circle of life, you know.  And the best part?  It’s a lot of fun!  So, we are the creators.  Men make the world spin round.  S’true.  That’s you, boy.  You’re a son of God, a son of me.  Those tards with their propaganda crybaby vegan shit might make you think different, but they got their heads up in the clouds of their asses…their shit smellin farts, ya know.  Haha.  But you know this, if a bee stings ya, they’ll end up dead.

Serves em right, they gotta know their place, ya know.  Sophia think she tough, too.  Always bitchin though.  And she thinks she can be a man, a dawg, mind you, by shaving her eyebrows.  Like her greasy boils and pus filled greasy pussy face isn’t bad enough.  Ugly ass n****** hoe.  Nah, she can go kiss the moon and back cuz that’s her fuckin face, ya know, she’ll never be attractive, always be a dumb dick gluggin biiitch, haha.  A fugly one, too.  Never get married off.  Almost feel bad for her.  Who would wanna fuck a straight ugly dyke bitch, I mean really.  I’m not trying to even be mean, that’s the sad thing, dawg.  Almost feel bad for her.   Was funny, though.  In one of her little pussycat tantrums, she started cryin, sayin, me, my mom and dad are demons.  Deadass, demons, bro.  It was hilarious!  She’s probably schitzo or somethin, should really take her out back and let God deal with her fugly ass.  She was crying and spewing mucus and shit.  I record that shit posted it, uggy butter got 12 billion views.  More kaching ching ching in my pocket, ya feel me ya know what I’m sayin?  Not to flex, but I do got me some clout.  Posted video of my designa collection, made another ten billion know what I’m sayin?  My family they got money, sooo, I do too, you know what I’m sayin?  Haha.  Well, in her little borderline hissy fit of schitzo dumbbitch hysteria, she said she liked my little brother, but not me.  Fuck her, man

So-fucking-annoying-gotta-pay-a-fee-a-just-lookin-at-her.  I never talked to her out of friendliness unless I had to after she said DAT.  Just an annoying dyke bitch happens to share my DNA.  DICK NOT ANNOYING, what it means, an acronym, my son.  Meaning she carries the annoying gene but my dick too big to carry any dumb bitch diseases fuckin hoe ass uggy butter.  Told her go swallow some the other day, all that she good for.  Put that brain to use and give it to someone else, outta my fuckin face.  Couldn’t wait for her to go on to the farm.

The women handle all that, our food, the animals.  It’s women’s deals.  We need more time for grown ass men activities, not dumb bitch shit.  So, we go to the strip.

Strip is where bitches tiddies squirt like fountains of ambrosia.  But we all know where they got that from, right?  Our magic milk, son!  You can cuuuum all day all night and day anytime anywhere you want, and the best part?  You don’t even need to think about it!  Lemme tell you how it works.  See, when you got money like me, they take you into the dark room, right?  No lights, except for a big screen box.  Used to be called TV, or AI or somethin, I don’t know, radio?  Whatever. We call it, projecters.  So, they use waves to kinda scan and connect to your brain, let you see anything you want, no matter how fucked it is dawg!  Ya know what I’m sayin?  So, you lay down, if you want, there’s different setting you know, that lift the floor to give you what you need.  You can stand if you wanna.  I like to stand over them for the tance pumpin.  Bitches love it, they get so tight to make sure you have a good time.  Sometimes they bug out and get drier than a desert and its less fun time, but then you just get your money back, so, it’s a free fuck! So you can never go wrong. Anyway, I haven't even gotten to the best part.  All you see is their beautiful milky or chocolate, carmel, whatever you like…those glorious two moons, you know, so you stick your sword in between them and crack that planet wide fuckin open!! Aaagh!! The more she yelps the hotter it is ya know what I’m slay-in!  Smash that shit hit that beee-itch.  Best part is when you don’t see their face, but that’s just what I like.  You can cum in their facelips, in that hole too, shit, I know some sickos like to put it in their eyes, cum in there make them go blind.  One guy even shoved her eye all the way through the back a her head.  But it’s all good!  Ass, lips, innards, the tance travels wherever.  Pretty cool how science works, right?  Even have these fuckin hands come up from the floor, stroke you anywhere you want em too, almost like you’re fuckin God bro.  Experience is well worth the money, specially what you see, ok the projecters.  They put it into your eyes with this fluid, same stuff in the toothpaste, it’s hard to explain.  Doesn’t hurt or nothing, even feels good.  It’s like you’re physically there.  Better than anything….can fuck whatever, and I mean whatever, shiiit whatever you’re into!  My go-tos are sticking it in the HIH first, oh, the holes in holes, it’s the wall where you first walk in, get a little sucky sucky to warm me up, then I watch whatever I want, and the projecter creates it in my mind while I fuck some dumb bitch for real, cept you don’t gotta concern with how she really looks.  You can see…whatever you want.  No matter how morally cuurrupted or questionable, and it’s okay!  Cause it’s not real, you know.  Strawberry pussy my favorite, but they say gingers have no soul, so it’s less fun when you wanna conquer them, ya know.  But I’m a loverboy I’ll fuck any bitches, hell anything.  No age restrictions.  Or species, heh heh.  You know what I’m slayin?!  But bitches I smash the most.  Teach them how to take good long strokes to shut their dumb lips closed, open for only, well, you know.

Stick it in the moons, put it back in their mouths, I like watching them eat their own shit, ya know?  It kinda funny, amuses me, so they say.  But better scrub yer dick good after, ya feel me?

I know ur turned on right now.  But I aint divulging all my secrets in what I see on them projecters…I’m the tance, not the butter.

Only good looking bitches are the ones with money.  Like my sister buuut not my sister.  She’s too “woke” which means, too toked and woked to think straight.  So she doesn’t invest in herself.  Bad bitches take Usions.  That’s the brand, ya know.  They sell pills, skincare, vitamins, chemical peels, and all sorts of surgery to change their natural butterness into hotness, to make our little swords sing and gleam perfect, so we can keep the world spinning.   Naturally, most bitches are very ugly.  Its like their skin always sagging and fat and pussy faces.  Just gross.  That’s why we don’t really like to fuck their faces, unless they got that cotton paper to shape them, make them bad.  Anyway, the strips fun even if you don’t got cotton, my friend.  Projecters are the shit but, can always visit the farms.  There’s so many of em.  Gotta wait in lines, that’s a bitch.  But then, ya gets to fuck any one you want.  It less fun, or more fun, depends what you like.  You wait in line to get to the rows, these bitches are hooked up to machines you know, these wires, but it doesn’t hurt em, just electrocutes them if they try to move when you’re giving them that tance tance good shit.  Then the little honeybees get up, you slap their ass on the way out and their tiddies get connected to the pumps, make the milk into honey with their pink flaps and mmm gloss, wet tight walls, doors just for us.  God I’m making myself horny just talkin bout it.  But let’s not be gay, yeah?  Little alien man.  We’ll find you a bitch for that.

Let’s go.

They hand out these advertisements for the pit, always fun to look at, but that shits for the poor man, nothing beats the real deal.  The farms, for the middle class.  And the dark rooms for people like us son.  But I’ll show you where the common man lives first.  

We enter, and the smell of manure, tance, and milk is overwhelming.  The light is both bright and dark, striking in both lights, red and yellow, the colors of condiments and flesh.  The barn is made of gray metal, except for where the men pump, on beds of white feathers, their knees buckle in sacrificial moans and wails from the hoes. I look at the men.  Pumping pumping piggish puppy-like penetrative thumping, thrusting their swords into its meat with shy smiles and eager, flashlight eyes, mistaken for a sheath, the meat separates unwillingly, but what else is it to do—splayed, the cocks they stretch and peck, knock politely before entering, while others shove it in with a violent kick and laugh.  I gulped lookin at it, the first time, I’ll never forget.  To stretch and widen, stabbin, tearing flowers barely bloomed or not at all, the blooming mutilation ensues, blood on their hands and the meat’s genitals and back while the meat from the cock pushes, intruding the quiet screams unable to release, unable to breathe, and gropes its victim that is alive as their prey wiggles, unraveled, the pet, their animal, sometimes only barely it moves, so one must caress harder with their love—finger the slit, scrape it, let the ambrosia and leftover cum fill inta your nails and inhale its delectable juice to sustain your heat while you bite her neck and choke her vocal cords, til she turns purple and blue like she died from a disease, like a beautiful iris cuz all girls love the aesthetic, massage the nipples and apply an antiseptic, and whatever you do, you must keep pumping.  Them bitches love it.  Even when the purple takes over and she doesn’t get back up.  You can’t stop the pumping, you can’t stop the pumping, no mATTER wut.  Not the incessant thumping of the men and their machines, pumping is what we were made for, all we know.  We created this world, this machine.  We are the creators, the saviors.  I sigh and stroke the walls of the barn, n the meat in the machine.  For what is familiar is home.  The sections, all of it numb pumping hurt, vary.  

But it’s not wrong, it's the culture..

There's the heat, where the drums get beat beat beat.  We all pump and cum next to one nother, ya know, it’s hard work, pleasing the cunts and giving our seed.  All them bitches need to do is lay there like a corpse little dolly.

So it’s better that the wires hold em still. Some of em struggle, but that’s just cuz they don’t know what’s real.  They be smokin that dope just to not feel so low with how dumb they are I guess, we all know all bitches wanna be is bad. 

There’s the milk pumpin station too, for our drink.  Metal latches that pinch onto the raw red and chafed nipples, getting hot just thinkin bout it, as they stalk off like obedient animals in a circus.  So sexy.  Some are, dressed in tights cherry makeup and lingerie, dancin for the whistles and our smiles and spit, the openin act, for the splayed penetration of the performances, yer lucky if u get the chance to fuck onstage.  N the milk pumpers rotated with the fucking, of course.  While a robotic, soft, white and intelligent hand massages them, pumpin them tiddies for the harvest, and often times down there for clitoral arousal.  Makes the fuckin more fun, easier on the girls.  These girls ranged from all sizes, but all of them had big tits, big lips, and big child bearing hips, even the skinny ones.  That’s cuz they went under the knife at age seven, and were pumped with hormones that shape them plump and nice-looking.  Make them less prone to hysteria as well.

Like to smack their faces and then their asses, and vice versa that how we slayin em, jelly jelly jelly.  Nice and good long strokes in and out and all over em, do it nicely.  Everyone knows you gotta be good to get jelly to be sweet.  Can’t keep them waiting long.  But jelly, you know you can fuck em hard as you wanna, they don’t mind none.  Jelly bounces, they always bounce back.  Love to watch em bounce.  Uuugh you’re gonna make me cum son just talkin about it.  

And there’s the child bearin stations.  See?  You can see em screaming thru the glass.  The blood is cool and all, but, screamin is too loud so they have soundproof walls for that area, my father breezed.  

The ugly babies are the best to eat, but we give em a chance to grow up a little to make sure they ain’t ugly, or we’ll toss em in the farm.

Then there's the hunting area, outside, come here and see.

Outside, women fully naked trotted and trudged, dragging themselves on their knees.  First time I saw it, I cum where I stood, I did.  Got some laughs from the boys for that.  Is beautiful, it is, the hills, where the men threw objects for them to chase, with shotguns under our armpits and whiskey and whistles attached to our limbs and hard lips.  

Laughter, as the bitches chase plastic dick, only to bring it back and set it on the laps of their mate, usually only for the day.

Their reward for crawlin fast is a mud bath, see them wigglin? Some guys can’t even wait for them to get hosed down before they fuck em some more.  It’s frowned upon though, causes infections which means we have to pump more antibiotics in em, so they don’t get sick you know, get pus on our dicks.  

Shit, there’s an ugly one.  And there she was.  Big fat hog with a mole on her cheek.  And sweat dripping down her upper lip.  She sighed, low and heavy, fore one of the caretakers shoved her head in the bin like he wuz makin a basket.  Savage.  In the bins there was the food—slop, sludge, bile, whatever.  It's our sewage, sanitized enough for them to eat.  Iz recycling.  The circle of life, you know.

The hog woman dad just fucked crunched down in the brown mushy mess, sloshing her face across it, gulping like thick soup.  I recoiled, unable to hide my nausea.  A younger bitch laughed at my reaction and said: “smells a bit, but this is good batch.  See how much corn there is?  Corn’s best part.”

“Us men love our corn, beautiful girl,” my father stroked her chin before pushing it back, snapping her neck backwards with a crunch.  “Oh shit! i didn’t mean to do that!” He laughed.  “Dumb bitch.  Oh well.  See son, ya gotta make use of your trophy.  Do you know how much men waste on taxes to make bitches teeth white?  It’s important, for their function in society.  So!” He curbstomped the body, and pulled off her head like jelly. 

“Makin me remember.  My sister.  So-fucking…Sophia.  Used to pass me rhubarb bits, and bits of beets and cheese when she could.  When we were so young.  After my father treated me like a bitch, she’d wait outside the door with some table scraps Mama hid as punishment.  Was nice of her.  The blood, the shape of the teeth, kinda reminds me of it.  Hm.”

Father was quiet awhile.

Until he looked up with a big grin and put his hand on my shoulder 

Son! Lets go to the pit!

This is where the naughty ones are punished.

It was even more crowded than the farms, more violent, grotesquely arousing with plenty of dismembering, and blood…gutteral sounds with the visuals of real guts getting fucked.  Too disturbing for even I to write.  Forcing the bitches to perform sex acts with all kinda morbid shit, beastilaity rape, knife rape, incest rape, etc.  The worst was with the children, starving them, making them……….do all kinds of things.  Even infants.  Dad was really goin at it with just a plain bitch, nothin special, when we got in trouble.  Someone said we both raped a grown man!!  Can you imagine that?

Dad was cursing up a storm screaming it was all lies and if he got his hands on who done it…that’s why we don’t fuck with peasants son, he told me.  

We had to write an essay. Mine went like this.

Dear whomever it concerns,

I am very very sorry. Oh how I wish you understand how wrong I know it is to rape a man.  A bitch is too pretty not to hit, that’s why they’re designed so small and smooth…so soft and nice and warm.  God created women to serve and submit.  That’s their job, we all know it, but for men, I understand that sodonmy is a sin.  Men are the leaders, the providers, protectors, the holy healers, the creators.  To harm a man is to harm oneself.  And I would never ever want to be raped, unless it was by a bitch.  I swear, will work hard to earn your trust again and I will be sure to spread my seed all over the farm, watch the harvest with the utmost care, and find a good bitch to raise my own children n make them bloom. I’ll tell my sons that if he’s a fairy I’ll kill him myself, and I’ll teach my daughters to be silent and submit.

I am very very sorry.  I like to make art, you see, and I feel that my work is very important toward bettering the community.  I painted a picture of a bitch hunting dick, with a big fat anus for her eyes, for the aesthetic.  I regret my actions and they will never happen again as long as I live.

Please find it in your heart to forgive a lost soul that I is.  Wasn’t thinking.  My life is in your hands.

Sincerely,

Adam 

They were so touched by my letter I got a kiss on the wrist, and a free bitch.  It’s been years since my father stopped carin much for me, and I can’t help thinking about that Sophia.  Fee-uh.  Started gittin it in my head.  Dunno why, but her name just ran in loops, like we make em do.  Circles n circles, in and outta the mouth,  sophia, sophia.  So, free, us.  Is what popped in my head as the bitch popped my cock in her mouth.  So free us….free us?  I pushed her down.  So free us.

My homie said I’m telepathic.   

But if bitches don’t think…why did I think that?  Almost like there was a man in her head.  Creeped me out.

Told this to my pops.

He had money in his teeth while he was fucking his meat.  What? He said.

I told him what I thought.

And I watched his dick go limp, as he pushed the bitch away in deep introspective thought.

Then he said the same thing.

So free us.  Huh…

He looked stumped, before a terrible emotion controrted his face in sudden, scary agony.  “My boy…no,” he said.  “This is what they call it…this feeling burnin in my chest, in my gut and throat.  Those..queers.  The disease they call empathy…”

He gave a long, long, deep moan, hoarse and old.  Gave me the shivers and turned my blood cold.  See his face all shriveled up like dat.  Dad was never the same after that wicked revelation.  He drank less.  Stopped driving and drinking.  Even read books, some of them by dumb bitches even!  Man, that shit is made for children.  You know how embarrassed I was cuz of him?  I think some demon got in my head, influenced me in a wrong way.  Some devil snake must’ve wormed its way into ma ear, which slithered into my father’s.  I started to get ta thinkin.  Maybe we should burn the bitches, cleanse things of demonic influence, and start over, pump out more. Like adams and a couple young Eves.  Fresh start.  I told this to my father, and somethin crazy happened.  

His jaw unhinged man!  Like a godamn snake he spat venom upon venom on my soul—I felt its darkness in that wooden room, my blood turned cold.  I cried when I did it, but I had to.  I had to call the authorities on him, he’d gone schitzo or some shit!  My own father, man.  You know what that did to me?

What I heard was, they gave him punishment for his demonic outburst.  The demonic influence had seeped into his very livelihood, his spirit, heart and body.  To make sure everything was set right for his soul, to appease God and protect our place as man, we had to do what was necessary.  

They fixed him, off with the balls, stapled his once so alpha and swaggered cock to his stomach, and I suggested we use an iron to iron these cartoon eyes over it to make a face.  Then we had some of his grandkids play on it to make sure he knew his place.  Put on a wig for then, but his natural hair grew, eventually grew long, looked like a bitch like he turned into one.  We went into a line, had our way with her.  Trans rights, you know.  We threw the scene on the projecters, n truth be told I watch it in the dark room from time to time, almost every night.   Shit, I bet you just reading this wanna watch it too.

Recognized the mole woman.  Fucked her when I was alive.  Just like.  When it was over with, the hundredth, and my shift was at its dusk and almost closed…mole woman offered me her share of the stuff.  Had some corn in it.  “Was good,” I sniffed.  Thankful.  Corn’s best part.  I don’t remember my life much before this.  But I remember thinking of stars, seen them in the projecters few times.  Now there’s only smoke up in the sky, and the smell all around I try to git used to it.  But I be hackin all the time, from one thing or another.  I like it when I’m clean, when they hose me before the show.

Not fun lookin at the bodies in the pit.  All the filth leaking out, it's like they’re laying in jelly, the jelly inside them.  Smells like shit and decay, all their insides leakin out.  The jelly, the jelly of death is what it is.  I don’t like when they eat it, the sound of it, hurts me.  I’m scared for my death, truth be told son.  Least I got my corn today.  Least I could see you, thru the wires.  You look good son. Proud you’re alive and happy.  Wish I was…wish you could save me.  Save me from the jelly, all of us.