Sarah looked so damn sexy when she arrived in Lachlan’s office.  She had been crying - was still crying, a little - and her mascara was streaked beneath her eyes.  Her cheeks were flushed with arousal, and her nipples were hard beneath her blouse - the top buttons of which were open, all the way down to the underwire of her bra.  

 

“Did you masturbate, Kitten, like the criminal little slut you are?” asked Lachlan.

 

“Yes, sir,” said Sarah, in a small voice.

 

“And did you cum?” he asked her.

 

“Yes, sir,” said Sarah.  She tried to stop there - but then she decided that she had to be fully honest with Lachlan.

 

“But I kept masturbating after I came, sir,” she added.  “And now I want to cum again.”

 

He laughed, and walked over to make sure his office door was closed, and the blinds were shut.  Then he turned to Sarah.

 

“Undress,” he told her.

 

She was confused.

 

“Sir, I thought I had to surrender…” she began.

 

“You do,” he said.  “But I’m not asking you what you’re surrendering just yet.  You’ve been making those decisions with your head entirely too sober.  I want to play with you.  Undress.”

 

She still hesitated.  Nothing that he had done to her explicitly forced her to obey such an instruction.  But she was scared to disobey him.

 

He waited. He let her think.  She didn’t have to do this - but if she angered him, maybe he would play with her language more.  Or her ethics.  He might tell her that she could only speak in baby-speak now.  Or that she felt guilty any time she wasn’t masturbating.

 

And so she decided to obey him - without threats, of her own free will - and she began to undress.

 

He was struck again by how spectacular her body was.  It dismissed any thoughts he had that he was doing the wrong thing in abusing her.  Those curvy hips, those heavy breasts, could only ever have been intended to belong to a fucktoy.  He was just putting Sarah back on the path that nature had intended for her.

 

He was amused to see what “comfort choices” she had chosen for herself today.  The heavy clit weight was hanging from her clitoris clamp, and she had a vibrating butt plug stuffed in her ass.

 

When she was naked, he went up to her, ran a hand lightly over her tits, and then pushed her down over his desk, bent at the waist.  He pulled the butt plug out of her ass - with a small “pop’ - and then reached around and stuffed it into her mouth.  She recoiled in disgust, but he pressed it hard.

 

“It’s a matter of ethics, Kitten,” he told her.  “You made it dirty.  It’s your job to make it clean.”

 

She relaxed as his control over her ethics rewrote her mind, and he was able to push it between her lips, where she began to obediently suck on it like a pacifier.

 

Then he took out his cock, and slowly pushed it into her pussy.

 

Sarah Rose was born to be raped.  The way her pussy clenched against his dick was divine.  The little humiliated moan she made into her butt-plug pacifier was erotic.  She was dripping wet, and his cock slid into her fucktunnel easily.

 

“You’re not allowed to cum, Kitten,” he said.  “You’re not allowed to cum until you choose what to surrender.  But you’re not allowed to choose until you’ve considered all your options, and thought about how humiliating each of them would be, and what I might make you do with them.  Last time you chose, you hadn’t thought it through all the way.  So this time I want you to think carefully about just how I’ll degrade you with whatever you choose.”

 

She moaned again, and then he began to fuck her, pumping his cock in and out of her twat.

 

“When you’re ready to choose, take the plug out of your mouth and tell me your decision,” he told her.

 

He fucked her without care for her enjoyment - and that only seemed to make her wetter.  Each thrust thumped her hips against his desk, and made her tits drag back and forth across the wooden top.  He used her like an object, and her body reacted with passion and desire.  She began to moan loudly around her plug, and the moans made her sound less like a person and more like an animal in heat.

 

“Remember you deserve to be tortured because of your oversized fuckbags,” he told her.  He knew she believed it to be true - was forced by her programming to believe it.  

 

“It’s bitchy and sinful for you to not degrade and hurt yourself,” he told her.  And she believed that too.

 

“You deserve to be raped, because you’re a woman,” he told her.  And that wasn’t something that he had forced her to believe - but she had come to believe it all on her own.

 

He could feel her pussy clenching against him - the spongy flesh near her G-spot pressing against his cock.  She was eager to cum - to squirt, even - and so he slowed down, teasing her.  She moaned in frustration.

 

“Just choose the option that feels right, Kitten,” he said, fucking her twat with exquisite slowness.

 

In the past she had tried to think carefully about what to surrender.  She had quarantined certain topics away, as too dangerous to surrender.  She had eschewed others because she saw how they would humiliate her.

 

But now, slutty, lost in lust, her mind was dwelling on precisely the sluttiest answers, the ones that would humiliate and degrade her the most.  She deserved them.  She deserved to surrender.

 

She moaned, and sobbed, and her pussy clenched again.  But she didn’t have permission to cum.

 

Lachlan reached down and lightly tugged on her clit weight.

 

She squealed into her plug - and then she pulled the plug out of her mouth, and said, “My sexuality.  I surrender my sexuality.”

 

Lachlan laughed.  “Oh, we’re going to have fun with this, Kitten,” he said.  “But let’s start with this.  You can only ever orgasm when you’re humiliated, and in pain, and someone other than you can see you.”

 

And then, because he intended to keep his promises, he reached down and yanked on her clit weight again, to give her the pain she needed to orgasm, and then pushed his dick back inside her, hard.

 

She did orgasm, right then, and he felt her squirt against his cock as she did.  A moment later, he was cumming himself, pumping his hot cum up her fucktunnel and into her womb.

 

When they were both done, he pulled out, and then pulled her off his desk.

 

He pointed her at his cock, covered in cum and pussy juice and squirt, and then at the floor, where there was a small puddle of squirt and cum on the carpet.

 

“You made it dirty,” he reminded her.  “It’s your job to make it clean.”

 

And he smiled as Sarah sank to her knees to first lick his cock clean, and then lick her squirt off the carpet.

 

===

 

Afterwards, he had Sarah kneel in front of him, still nude, and he told her more about what surrendering her sexuality would mean for her.

 

“For a start, you love being raped,” he told her.  “The realisation you’re about to be raped makes you so overpoweringly aroused that you lose all ability to resist, or even think clearly.  But you have to struggle ineffectually to get the most out of being raped.  And you’re very aware of how fucked-up it is that you enjoy rape.  It makes you feel like you’re disgusting.  It makes you feel like you’re a traitor to your gender.  You’re ashamed of it.”

 

Sarah moaned, as these words settled into her mind, becoming true for her.

 

“But more generally,” said Lachlan, “you have to submit to men, as part of your sexuality.  You simply can’t enjoy any sexual activity where men aren’t in control.  The idea of being respected, or treated as an equal, in a sexual setting actively disgusts you a little, in the way that being raped would have before your surrender.”

 

She moaned again.  Part of her, of course, was still thinking of this as temporary - as something that was only happening to her until she somehow, finally, escaped from the Securo System.  But part of her was also considering the implications of this being permanent - that this would be who she was for the rest of her life - and that was terrifying her.

 

“And I know you weren’t a lesbian, Sarah,” said Lachlan, “and I think we should fix that.  I think you quite enjoy sexual relations with women - but only in two contexts.  First, you love being a lesbian for the entertainment of men.  You love lezzing off with women to make men’s cocks hard.  Your sexuality exists solely for men, after all.”

 

He laughed.  “And secondly, you love it when women are raped.  This is the single sexiest thing for you - even sexier than being raped yourself.  You go wild when another woman is non-consensually fucked - and it’s even hotter if you’ve been involved in making it happen.  The more she hates it, the more you like it.”

 

He watched her face, enjoying the horror, the anger, the helplessness that he saw there.

 

“Oh, and one last thing,” he added.  “You find it hot as fuck when you’re patronised, objectified, demeaned, or treated like you’re an idiot or a child.  Isn’t that right, Kitten?”

 

And he knew that her cunt now pulsed with lust at that name - Kitten.

 

She was silent for a moment, and then, knowing she might be punished for silence, she said, “Yes, sir.”

 

“Why don’t you take the rest of the day off, Kitten, and go home and watch some rape porn?” Lachlan suggested.

 

Sarah shifted uncomfortably on her knees, and then said, “Actually, sir, I have a lot to do.  I was thinking of working late.”

 

Lachlan’s eyes narrowed.  “Doing what?”

 

She avoided his gaze.  “Just work,” she said.

 

He didn’t hesitate.  He slapped her across the face, hard, making her gasp and rock back.

 

“Do not get clever with me, Kitten,” he said.  “Do you think you’ve found some secret way out of your predicament?  Is that it?  Because I assure you that you have not.”

 

“No!” said Sarah.  “Nothing like that!”

 

“Then what?” demanded Lachlan.

 

Her face was bright red.  She was ashamed - embarrassed.  She didn’t want to admit this to him because it would humiliate her.  

 

Lachlan was delighted that there were still ways to humiliate this woman, after she had allowed her friends to gangbang her, and betrayed her gender in front of the whole office.

 

“Don’t make me slap you again, Kitten,” he warned her.

 

“It’s your fault,” said Sarah, in a sudden burst of emotion.  “Your stupid control over my career.”

 

“What do you mean?” said Lachlan.

 

“You made it so my career goal is to see woman humiliated, abused, raped and treated like animals,” said Sarah.

 

“So?” asked Lachlan.

 

She glared at him with angry, humiliated, accusing eyes.  “But you didn’t make me *less ambitious*,” she said.

 

It took him a moment to understand.

 

“Do you know how hard I worked to get this job?” asked Sarah.  “How much work I put into studying?  Planning?  Working hard for promotions?  Did you think all that would just… stop?”

 

“What have you done, Kitten?” he asked her.

 

She reached out for her phone, where it lay among her discarded clothes, and used it to open a document.  Then she showed the phone to Lachlan - and scrolled down, through page after page after page of text.

 

It was a list of ideas for how to abuse women.  How to cause them to be raped.  How to humiliate them.  How to institute patriarchy and misogynistic ideas.  Page after page of ideas, with annotations, cross-references, highlighting…

 

Lachlan started to laugh.  “You did all this since I changed your goals yesterday?” he asked.

 

“I stayed up late,” said Sarah.  “After I finished watching my evening rape porn.  I went to bed around 3 am, and then I did more before the departmental meeting today.  And I have more to do.”

 

“Oh, Kitten,” chuckled Lachlan.  “You are truly amazing.  Very well.  You have permission to keep working, to generate more ways to betray your gender.  And tomorrow you can get to work on making them a reality.”

 

(END)