Ch 3 — Idun's Sex Addiction Problem

There was a light drizzle and Idun wore a yellow raincoat while she walked through the trails of Slottskogen park in Gothenburg. She found walking alone in the rain often cleared her mind. A couple walked past her. They stared. People always stared here in Sweden. It was impossible to hide the curves on her body. The undersized raincoat hugged them tight. Everyone could see how abnormally large breasts she had.

It was worst when young guys walked past and made sexist remarks about her to each other and laughed. There was a reason she preferred walking outside in the rain. Fewer people to walk past.

She had come to Sweden hoping for a new different and better life. Her home country Imperial Norway was a fascist dictatorship ruled by the Matriarchy Nationalist Party (MNP), led by supreme leader Svanhild Hvidsten. Hundreds of thousands of men loyal to the former patriarchy had fled during and after the civil war which had ended the patriarchal puppet regime of Henrik Nyborg. His puppet masters, the foreigners from Novi Soviet and the New Confederacy had tried to save the regime till the end.

When it became clear that the regime would fall to the MNP rebels, hundreds of thousands of men who had propped up the regime and engaged in abuse and exploitation of women started fleeing. They knew very well that many of the women of the rebellion would want revenge for the dark years.

The male exodus had left her motherland in a chronic shortage of men. Finding a boyfriend or husband had become next to impossible. That would have been tolerable if it wasn't for the ever present incurable sex addiction. She knew how easy it was for men to take advantage of her for that reason. It was one of the dark legacies of the patriarchy which all women of Imperial Norway shared.

When Idun had started working for Vieregg Industries she had done everything she could to hide how addicted she was to sex. She didn't want anyone to know. She knew all too well how men would take advantage of her if they knew. Instead she had smuggled her vibrators and favorite dildos in her purse to work. Whenever she had a chance she would sneak into the bathroom to please herself. Just enough to get through the day. To stay focused and above all to avoid dropping down on her knees and start sucking the dick of any man who offered it to her.

It had happened before. Soon enough she was mocked as the company whore. An eager slut to be used, mocked and derided. They used her, and then fired her. "You are bad for our reputation," they said. But the guys who got rid of her made sure they did that after they enjoyed her body thoroughly. Hypocrites!

Her mother had scolded her. Called her weak for letting herself get exploited by men. Mother Tove Wang was an old school matriarch. High up in the power hierarchy as Director General of the Norwegian Directorate of Health. Her speciality was male anatomy and biology. Idun had always wanted to reject her mother's cynical view of men. She resented having to tell her mother how she had gotten used and getting lectured.

It was time to call mother again. She was return home to Norway.

Idun reached into her pocket and pulled out her Simonsen Hugin phone. The brushed steel body felt solid in her hand, a stark contrast to the flimsy lightweight, plastic devices favored in Sweden and elsewhere. Here, the clunky phone was an anomaly in this country, much like herself. The consequence of a militarized society were most civilian equipment had dual usage for the military.

Blue LED lights flickered to life, casting a cool glow over her fingers. She placed her Simonsen Mimir headset over her ears, the padded cups muffling the ambient sounds of the park.

"You want to call someone," the familiar voice of the AI assistant, Liv, said. The blue led lights pulsated with Liv's voice.

"Call mother," Idun said

Liv's voice was replaced by a ringing sound. It stopped when Tove Wang, Idun's mother answered. "How is my favorite daughter?" Tove said.

"You mean your only daughter, mom?" Idun said slightly annoyed.

"What is the matter? You usually laugh. Are you in a bad mood?"

"Stress. Confusion. Worries. I am coming home mom. I am coming home to Norway within less than a week," Idun said as she turned a corner and walked past a section of the Slottskogen park with more trees. A man with a dog came towards her.

Her mother sounded excited, "That is wonderful news Idun. I am so happy to get you back! You know much I disliked you leaving."

"I know, I know mom," Idun said rolling her eyes. Now the man walked past her. He turned his dead and nearly walked into a light pole. Idun wondered how many men she had gotten into accidents because of her oversized breasts.

"Why the change of heart Idun?"

"You were right mom. I was wrong. I thought it would be better here. That I could find a boyfriend. Have a relationship. But nobody wants to bring someone like me home to their parents. They will let me suck their dicks but they don't want me as a serious girlfriend," Idun said. It pained her to admit it.

She could hear a pause from her mother. Even her know-it-all mother didn't want to rub it in. Idun knew her mother loved her very much even if she could be quite patronizing at times.

Idun decided to just continue tell her mother what had happened. "I am not stupid mom. I learned. I got a very good job at Vieregg Industries as a mechanical engineer. It was so cool the stuff they did there mom. I liked a lot the guys there. We could have such interesting technical discussions and build some really good things together. But they were such geeks."

"Surprise," her mom said.

"They just didn't have any experience being around women. It seems like none of them had been in any serious relationship before. They didn't know how to be around me."

"Let me guess honey, you became everybody's sex fantasy," her mother said dryly.

Idun hated how well her mother knew these things. "Sigh... yes."

"How bad was it?" her mother followed up equally dry.

"They would often just cum in their pants in my presence. I had to be careful about what I did. If I leaned over on a desk to talk to someone. Looking at my cleavage could be enough for one of them to shoot his load into his pants," Idun answered.

Her mother laughed.

"Mom, it wasn't fun! It was so embarrassing. I always had to pretend I didn't see it to avoid embarrassing them. Sometimes I started laughing and had to invent some bad excuse. Seriously I did everything to be a nice colleague and behaved decently."

"But?" her mother inquired.

"They still made dirty jokes behind my back. Still gawked at my boobs and ass as if I was a zoo animal. I couldn't have a conversation with them without them being transfixed on my cleavage. I had to repeat myself so many times. They would be so lost," Idun complained.

"That is how men are with Neo Nords like us Idun," her mother replied.

"If it was only that. But we had these armor and atmospheric suit projects. I always got assigned to test these out. Mom, every single time they used that opportunity to do something naughty with my boobs or ass. While fitting the armor they would 'accidentally' squeeze my boobs. Or they would 'accidentally' get the measurements wrong so my boobs got squeezed and all my 'titty flesh' as they called it, would spill out. All to their delight. They would film it and make jokes," Idun recounted. Retelling the stories made her angry.

She thought about all the daily sexist remarks and actions. How they would hang up posters of her in the workshop, half naked in amor, butt hanging out and boobs squeezed. Some stupid crude remark or joke added to the poster. How she had begged her boss, Povel Vieregg, to take action. Every time he just excused it and said it was harmless fun and she read too much into it. "Boys will be boys," he said.

Despite what a big sexist jerk he was, she liked Vieregg a lot. He was nice talking to when he wasn't making excuses for sexist behavior. And he was not anyone. He was the CEO of Vieregg Industries and heir to a large fortune. It helped that he wasn't uncomfortable to look at. And he was very clearly attracted to her. She knew how he looked at her. The lust in his eyes, but he put in a rather futile attempt to hide it.

But the last thing she wanted was to end ups as a sex toy used and discarded by him. She had her pride and she knew someone like Vieregg would never take her as his girlfriend. No, he would have fun with her and then dump her.

All these months she had fought hard to be taken serious.

"I fucked up mom. I worked so hard to stay serious and respected and then it the midst of an argument with my boss, Povel Vieregg, I lost it. He came in his pants when I yelled at him and then.... then I could not hold back. All that cum. The thought of all that cum. All that cum I had resisted every day. I-I had to have some. I fell on my knees in front of him and licked and sucked that dick dry. Oh mother it felt so good. So incredibly good. I just wanted more and more and more. Why? Why are we like this? I don't want to be like this!" Idun yelled in despair.

"Foss-Enger syndrome, Idun. We all have to live with that. There is no cure. Like me, you will be addicted to cum and cock the rest of your life. All you can do is work on ways to manage that addiction. Nobody said it was going to be easy," Tove Wang said with compassion and endearment. She knew all too well herself the struggle.

"Mom, I am traveling home to Norway with him. With Povel Vieregg. I will work as his personal assistant and as front for the new factory they are setting up in Norway. How will I manage? I cannot stop thinking about licking his cum and he is just such as asshole. Such a sexist asshole! And I hate myself for liking him. He has been such a dick to me, and yet I am attracted to him. I am such a stupid girl!" Idun fretted.

"Idun, he is an heir to one of the richer families in Sweden. He is CEO of Vieregg Industries. You could do a lot worse than him."

"He will never see me as anything but boobs and ass though. He is a sexist asshole who will just use me if he gets the chance," Idun despaired.

"You are not defenseless Idun," her mother said. "Use your sexual attraction. Use it as a weapon," her mother, Tove, said in a cynical tone.

"Sigh... mom that sounds very manipulative. I don't want to be like that," Idun protested.

Her mother switched topic. "I used my connections to get you out of Norway. Few women in Norway get that chance. Now that you are back remember it will not be easy to get out again. If they call you up for service again in the Matriarchy Imperial Army, there is only so many strings and favors I can call in."

"I know. I will have to take my chances. At least I will be home again. Where things make sense. Where I can walk to streets without being ogled and gawked at constantly," Idun said.

"I have missed you Idun. I will be nice to have you home again. Might be a fun experience with a privilege man like your boss, experiencing being one of the underprivileged ones for a change," Tove chuckled.

The thought made Idun laugh. Povel Vieregg was in for a rude surprise coming back to the country he left as a toddler. Idun intended to be just as "understand and helpful" as he had been to her trying to cope with her life in Sweden in a sexist geeky engineer environment. We can all enjoy a little bit of schadenfreude on occasion can't we?