Sarah was probably expecting Lachlan to attend her office first thing the next morning, to demand that she surrender something new.  But instead Lachlan let her stew in fear and anxiety, and instead sent a message requesting that Sarah’s new “girlfriend” Faith visit him in his office.

 

She was pretty - and, in fact, prettier than yesterday.  She was wearing a short pink skirt and a button-up shirt that was unbuttoned all the way down to the bottom of her bra.  Only a month ago, it would have been inappropriate at work, but now she was just living up to Sarah’s exhortation for female workers to “look pretty”.  Lachlan guessed that Sarah had picked this outfit for her.  He wondered if she was wearing panties.

 

Before he could say anything, she sank to her knees in front of him.  There were tears in the corners of her eyes.

 

“I’m such a dumb slut, sir,” she gasped, without being prompted.  “I’m such a bad lesbian.  Please fix me.  Please.”

 

This was the work of the Securo-System.  Faith now believed that she was a bad lesbian, who couldn’t be trusted with her own sexuality, and who therefore needed to be supervised by a man - specifically, Lachlan.

 

“Take out your tits and squeeze them for me, Faith,” he told her.  “No one will ever be interested in your opinions or your emotions unless you’re sexually arousing them at the same time.”

 

Faith blushed.  “Yes, sir,” she mumbled.  “I’m sorry, sir.” 

 

She further unbuttoned her top, and then undid the centre clasp between the cups of her bra, letting her large breasts come into view.  She put her hands to them, and began to squeeze, moaning softly as she did so.

 

“Now, why don’t you tell me what happened last night, Faith?” said Lachlan.  He casually got out his cock - loving how she flinched when it came into view - and began to idly masturbate, while aiming the tip of his cock at her face.

 

“You watched some of it, sir,” said Faith nervously.  “Over the internet.”

 

“I did,” said Lachlan.  “But I want you to describe it to me.”

 

Faith blushed, her eyes locked on Lachlan’s cock.

 

“Well, first Mistress Sarah put me naked in the boot of her car and drove me home,” she said.  “And when we got to Mistress Sarah’s place, Mistress Sarah made me dinner.”

 

“Why are you calling her Mistress Sarah, Faith?” asked Lachlan.  “Did she tell you to?”

 

“No,” said Faith uncertainty.  “I just… though I should…”

 

“That name would be a term of respect, Faith,” said Lachlan, “but Sarah is a stupid slut like you and she doesn’t deserve respect.  When you’re alone with Sarah, or when you’re talking about her with me, you are only ever to refer to her in derogatory ways.  Call her ‘cunt’ or ‘bitch’ or ‘cow’ - even if she tells you not to, or threatens to hurt you.  Do you understand?  That’s coming from me as the supervisor of your sexuality.  You need to do this.”

 

The Securo-System compelled her to accept his ideas.

 

“Yes, sir,” she said.  “I’m sorry.  I’m such a dumb slut.  What I meant to say was, the cunt made me dinner.”

 

“Good girl,” said Lachlan.  “Was there anything special about dinner?”

 

“We ate it out of dog bowls,” said Faith.  “And the cunt put a condom full of sperm on top of hers.  She said it was from the man next door.  She said she wanted to feed me some too, but she had to save it all for herself.  She sent you a video of us eating naked on all fours afterwards, I think.”

 

“She did,” said Lachlan.  “What else did you do that night?”

 

“The cunt undressed,” said Faith.  “And then she played a video on the TV while we sat on the couch.  It was of two women being raped by men.  The men slapped them and hurt them and the women were crying.  And the bitch made us both masturbate while watching it.  It was hard for me because… I’m not really into that.  But the bitch got really hot quickly.  And when she saw I wasn’t enjoying it she said that wasn’t acceptable.  She said that she wasn’t special, that all women naturally get turned on by rape.  So she set up her computer to stream, so you could watch us, and then she knelt between my legs and licked me and pushed her hand into my pussy while I watched the rape, until I… I came, from watching it.  From her tongue.  From looking at women being raped.”

 

There were tears in Faith’s eyes now.

Lachlan was thinking how much he enjoyed hearing Sarah stripped of her name in Faith’s recounting, reduced to merely “the bitch” and “the cunt”.  He wondered if he’d been wasting space in his brain on allowing her a name, if he should think of her that way too - as nothing but “the bitch”.

 

Oh, but the look on her face when he called her “Kitten” was too precious to give up.

 

“Go on,” he told the pretty lesbian in front of him.

 

“Then she moved the computer to the bedroom, and led me there, and then she… she slapped me, and pushed me down, and sat on my face, and made me lick her, while she slapped my tits and my pussy,” whimpered Faith.

 

Lachlan remembered.  He had watched it while masturbating.  And Faith hadn’t seen it, because her face was buried in Sarah’s cunt, but what Lachlan had liked best was how Sarah kept looking at the camera.  Reminding herself that he was watching.  Hoping that he was entertained by her lesbian rape.  Seeking his approval.

 

“Did you enjoy being raped, Faith?” he asked her.

 

Faith shook her head, her eyes full of tears.

 

“But you deserved it, didn’t you?” he asked her.

 

She nodded.

 

“Good girl,” said Lachlan.  “But I think you need a bit more discipline, don’t you?”

 

And he unzipped his pants, and took out his cock, pointing it at the kneeling lesbian.

 

This development produced more tears, but Faith obediently opened her mouth, and Lachlan pushed his cock into her mouth.

 

“There’s a good girl,” he sighed, caressing her hair, as he began to fuck her face.

 

“When I cum,” he told her, “don’t swallow, whatever you do.  And don’t spit either.  Just hold it in your mouth.  I’m going to get you to hold it for quite a while - until I tell you otherwise.”

 

And soon he was cumming in the pretty young woman’s mouth, gasping with pleasure as he filled her mouth with his sperm.

 

“Good girl,” he said again, when he was done.  “Put your tits away, you little slut, and then follow me.”

 

Faith blushed - unable to speak with her mouth full of cum - and adjusted her clothing, as Lachlan tucked his cock away.  

 

Then she followed him through the building to Sarah’s office.

 

Sarah was clearly on edge.  She had been waiting for him all morning, knowing that she was due to surrender another aspect of her personality.  Seeing Faith follow him into the room - and seeing Faith’s makeup ruined by tears - did nothing to make her feel more comfortable.

 

“Sir,” she said, rising from her office chair awkwardly.

 

“Sit back down, Kitten,” said Lachlan.  “What comfort choices have you made today?”

 

She pointed to the discreet leather collar around her neck, and then unbuttoned her blouse slightly.  Lachlan could see the short chains leading from her collar to her bra-less tits, attached to clamps on her nipples that pulled her tits upwards painfully.

 

“And I have a vibrating butt plug in, sir,” she added.  “And at lunch I’m going to put my tits in the milking machine while I fuck myself with a cucumber.”

 

“Good Kitten,” he said.  “How about you masturbate for me right now?”

 

She looked pained.  “Please, sir, can I just pick…”

 

“No,” said Lachlan.  “Masturbate.  Then tell me why you don’t want to masturbate, while you play with your cunt.”

 

Blushing, Sarah spread her legs, pulled up her skirt, pulled down her panties, and began to rub her cunt.

 

“Sir,” she said.  “I… I don’t think properly when I’m wet.”

 

“Do you mean that you’re a stupid bitch when you’re in heat, Kitten?” asked Lachlan.

 

Sarah blushed harder.  “Yes, sir, I’m… a stupid bitch when I’m in heat.  I just… I don’t make good decisions…”

 

“Yes, you do, Kitten,” said Lachlan.  “You make decisions that suit you.  Being wet is a woman’s natural state, so the way you think when your cunt is wet is your natural level of intellect, and the decisions you make in that state define who you are as a person.”

 

He laughed.  “But if you tell me more about how stupid you are when you’re horny, I might let you stop masturbating early.”

 

“I’m just… really dumb,” gasped Sarah, digging her fingers into her fuckhole.  “When I get wet, I turn into… a slut.  I… I just think with my cunt.  I do whatever my cunt needs.  I make stupid decisions.  I’m a brainless little whore.  I betray myself.  I just… I just need to make my pussy happy.  That’s all that matters.  I’m dumb.  I can’t be trusted to think like this… can’t be trusted to make decisions… I’m such a stupid fucktoy…”

 

“You may stop,” said Lachlan - but he knew it was already too late for Sarah.  Degrading herself had just made her wetter, and now her whole body was flushed with arousal and need.  He noted with amusement the obvious reluctance she showed in moving her hand away from her pussy.

 

“Well, now, Kitten, you have recently blackmailed a subordinate into fucking you,” said Lachlan, motioning towards Faith.  “And that is *definitely* a breach of the Code of Conduct.  So you’re going to need to surrender something.”

 

He passed her a page of paper, on which he had listed his current accounting of what she had, and had not, given up.

 

Your comfort                      |         Your bladder

Your career                       |          Your body shape

Your diet                            |          Your emotions

Your ethics                         |          Your family

Your friends                       |          Your finances

Your interests and hobbies |         Your heart

Your sexuality                    |         Your history and life story

Your style                           |          Your intelligence

Your transport                    |          Your name

Your vocabulary                 |          Your opinions

Your workspace                 |          Your possessions

                                           |          Your privacy

                                           |          Your reproductive system

                                           |          Your willpower

 

“What’s it going to be, Kitten?” he asked her.

 

Sarah mewled in distress.  She was running out of “easy” options to give up.  Or perhaps she had already run out of them.  She scanned the list.

 

“Here’s a little twist, though, Kitten,” said Lachlan.  “If you make a dumb cunt decision, and give up something stupid - if  you make a self-destructive choice - then I’ll let you cum, right now.  But otherwise you’re not allowed to cum until you rape Faith tonight.”

 

She looked at him in distress.

 

“But you wouldn’t do that, would you, Kitten?” he told her.  “Make a bad choice, and give up something central to your personality, just so you can cum right now?”

 

She whimpered.

 

“I’ll let you choose how you cum,” he told her.  “You can masturbate.  Or I can beat you pussy till you orgasm from pain.  Or I can rape you.  Whichever you want.  But only if you make a bad choice, Kitten.”

 

There were tears in her eyes.

 

“Which is it going to be, Kitten?  Your history?  Am I going to change your most intimate memories and make them slutty?  Make you believe you’ve lusted after me all your life?  Or your bladder?  Do you want to learn to wet yourself in public?  Or…”

 

“My emotions,” gasped Sarah.  “Oh, god, I can’t believe I’m saying this.  It’s such a dumb slut decision.  But… my emotions.  My emotions, sir.  I surrender my emotions.”

 

And just like that, it was done.

 

Lachlan was taken aback.  It was a primal thing for Sarah to have given up, and he hadn’t been prepared for it.

 

And he wasn’t sure what it *meant*.  He had listed Sarah’s “heart” separately - and Sarah knew it - so presumably he couldn’t tell her to love him, or Faith, or anyone else.

 

Well, maybe he could ask.

 

“Kitten, what do you think it means, that you’ve given me your own emotions?” he said.

 

“You can tell me what I’m feeling,” said Sarah.  “You can tell me I’m happy, or sad, or calm, or angry, and I will be.  I think I’ll know, underneath, that the emotion is fake, but I won’t be able to control it…”

 

“I see,” said Lachlan.  “Well, right now, you’re consumed by self-hatred for your dumb slutty decision.”

 

Sarah gasped - and immediately started to cry.  “I’m so stupid…” she whispered.

 

“That’s right,” said Lachlan.  “You’re very stupid, Kitten.  How do you want to cum?”

 

“Rape me,” moaned Sarah.  “Please, rape me, sir.  And… make it hurt…”

 

He did.  He slapped her, and pulled off her clothes, and pulled on the chains connected to her nipples, and slapped her tits.  He pushed her against the wall and choked her as he shoved his cock into her wet pussy, and he fucked her hard until he had spilled his second load of the day inside her womb.  He felt her shake with a series of powerful orgasms as he ejaculated into her.  Then he slapped her again and let her drop to the floor.

 

“Pleasing a man who mistreats you makes you happy,” he told her, and he watched as her tears stopped, and a silly smile spread across her face.

 

“I still hate you,” she whispered as she smiled.

 

“I know,” he told her.  “I wouldn’t have it any other way.  And here’s some other things you feel.  Trying to think hard about things other than the degradation, rape and enslavement of women makes you feel unhappy - and it makes you feel like you’re in pain if you actively think about preventing your own humiliation and abuse.  Being pretty and submissive for men makes you feel content and happy.  You feel anxious and unhappy if men look at your face instead of your tits.  You feel unhappy when men call you Sarah or Ms Rose instead of a demeaning nickname.  You feel relieved and grateful when people tell you what to think.”

 

Sarah made another little moan.

 

“Isn’t that right, Kitten?” he asked her.

 

“Yes, sir,” she whispered.

 

“Now, you have a meeting coming up in about twenty minutes,” said Lachlan.  “It’s the Intergovernmental Diversity Committee.  It’s about supporting the rights and interests of minorities in government employment, including women.  Are you expected to present at that meeting?”

 

“No, sir,” said Sarah.  “But I’d generally have a lot to contribute.”

 

Lachlan nodded.  He looked at Faith.

 

“Faith, why don’t you come forward and kiss the cunt?  And give her what you have in your mouth.”

 

Faith shuffled forward, and knelt, and kissed Sarah on the mouth.

 

Sarah’s eyes widened as she felt Faith push Lachlan’s cum into her mouth.

 

“Don’t swallow, Kitten,” said Lachlan.  “Keep it in your mouth.  You’re not to spit it out, and you’re not allowed to swallow until your meeting is over.  Do you understand?”

 

Faith withdrew, ending the kiss, and Sarah, her mouth now full, nodded, blushing.

 

“You’re honest with me, and I *will* ask you if you swallowed before the meeting was over,” said Lachlan.  “So be a good Kitten.”

 

And he smiled, and tucked his cock back into his pants.

 

The Sarah who attended that meeting was going to be the best version of Sarah the members of that committee had ever seen.  It would be a Sarah who was afraid to open her mouth, a Sarah who kept her opinions to herself, who disagreed with no one, who was barely following the discussion because thinking hard was unpleasant.  It would be a Sarah who kept subtly touching and adjusting her tits, encouraging people to direct their gaze downwards from her face to her boobs.  

 

And it would be a Sarah who knew all of that was her own fault, because she was a stupid bitch who thought with her cunt, who had given up her emotions for the chance to be raped…

 

(TO BE CONTINUED)