It turned out that Lachlan didn’t have to schedule an appointment with Minister Hartfield, because - to Lachlan’s surprise and horror - the Minister had already scheduled one with him.

 

And not at the Minister’s office.  The Minister was coming to the Department.  And in fact he had specifically requested Lachlan to meet him in the area where the Securo-System was kept.

 

In ten minutes.

 

Lachlan practically flew through the building, and was breathing heavily by the time he arrived at the secure room where the Securo-System equipment was stored 

 

Matthew Hartfield MP, Minister for Women, was waiting for him - along with a thin, attractive woman dark-haired woman in an expensive suit, who Lachlan didn’t immediately recognise.

 

“I’m so sorry, sir,” gasped Lachlan as he staggered out of the lifts.  

 

“Sorry, Lachlan?” asked the Minister.  “Whatever for?”

 

“The opinion column in today’s paper,” said Lachlan.  “About Sarah Rose.  I assumed…”

 

“Oh, good heavens, no,” said the Minister.  “That’s not an issue, for several reasons.  Lachlan, have you met my colleague, Senator Wenceslas?”

 

And now Lachlan did know the woman.  This was Kate Wenceslas, a Senator from the same party as the minister.  She was a loud and outspoken feminist, and the biggest advocate for women’s rights in the governing party.  She was also notably young and attractive, which had certainly played a role in getting her elected, and the suit she was wearing managed to flatter both her hips and her breasts without yielding a single inch of professionalism.

 

Lachlan didn’t know what this was about, but he extended a hand.  “Nice to meet you, ma’am.”

 

She shook his hand - and blushed, which surprised Lachlan.  In fact, her whole body language seemed oddly nervous and insecure for such a powerful woman.

 

“Lachlan,” said the Minister, “it seems to me that in reading today’s opinion column, you perhaps missed the story that was actually on the front page of the paper.”

 

Lachlan absolutely *had* missed whatever that story was - but luckily the Minister was handing him a copy right now.

 

The headline read, “FEMINIST POLITICIAN GETS CATTY!  CLAWS BARED IN AIRPORT SCUFFLE.”

 

The subtitle read:  “Arrogant senator slaps disabled black man.”

 

The photo showed a chastened Senator Wenceslas being restrained by airport security.

 

Lachlan didn’t know what to say.  He looked up at Kate - and now understood why she was blushing.

 

“This is tremendously bad for our party, Lachlan,” said the Minister.  “And I know it’s not the public service’s duty to help out with party matters, but I was wondering if I could appeal to you as a personal friend to let Ms Wenceslas use the Securo-System.”

 

Lachlan was beginning to see the shape of this.

 

“What happened?” he asked, pointing at the paper.

 

“I was getting off a plane,” said Kate, her face flushing with anger, “and this dickhead groped by my ass, so I acted on reflex and slapped him.  I didn’t see he was black, or that he was using a cane, until it was too late.”

 

The Minister tutted.  “Really, Kate, that isn’t the language we talked about.  I think we both agreed that a more conciliatory and apologetic tone was required.  Try again.”

 

Kate flushed even brighter, and looked down, and said, in a quiet voice, “I was having trouble disembarking because of my high heels, and a nice man tried to help me, but I was PMSing so I lashed out like a bitch and slapped him across the face.  I’m deeply sorry for what happened, and I need to remember that my judgement can’t be trusted when it’s my time of the month, and I’m grateful to the man for placing his hands on me.”

 

“And what else?” asked the Minister.

 

Kate was silent for a long moment - and then she said, “And I deserved to be disciplined for my bitchy behaviour.”

 

The Minister nodded, satisfied.  “You see,” he said, “Kate here would like to get re-elected.  And she currently holds a safe seat.  But if she’s going to go on causing problems for the party like this, then we’ll simply have to endorse a different candidate at the next election.  So Kate really needs to improve her professionalism and her ability to stay calm under pressure.”

 

Kate looked at Lachlan.  “Matthew says your department has an experimental device that can help with those things,” she said.  “Help me keep calm, and so on.  And he says that if I agree to be treated with it, he’ll guarantee I’ll keep my seat for the next election.”

 

What the Minister had told her was technically true - it could certainly keep her calm.

 

“Yes, ma’am,” said Lachlan.  “It can do that.  You just… need to be motivated.  You need to know you’ve done something wrong, that requires correction.”

 

Kate looked down.  “Regardless of provocation, I should never have slapped that man,” she said.  “I should have known it would be all over the media.  It was stupid, and it’s a distraction my party doesn’t need.  I *do* feel like shit about it.”

 

Lachlan nodded.  “That should do it, then,” he said.  “Can I get you fitted into the machine?”

 

The Minister smiled at Lachlan.  “I trust you to… align Ms Wenceslas properly.  Do what you do best.”

 

Lachlan smiled.  He had a good idea of what the Minister had in mind.

 

The Minister stepped outside the room, and Lachlan helped strap Kate into the Securo-System device.  He put the helmet over her head, and started the program.

 

Then he waited until her body went limp - fully within the grip of the system - and went through his usual process of hiking up her skirt, pulling down her panties, undoing her blouse, and pulling her tits out of her bra.  She looked prettier like that - vulnerable and exposed.  

 

Then he called the Minister back in.

 

The Minister grinned when he saw Kate’s exposed body.

 

“Perfect,” he said.  “This little bitch has been the main barrier to our party going ahead with some more… conservative… plans for women.  She was overdue for an attitude adjustment.”

 

The Minister used his fingers to part Kate’s pussy lips, and then pinched her clitoris a little, and laughed.

 

“You said that the opinion column wasn’t a problem, sir?” asked Lachlan.

 

“Oh, no, of course not,” said the Minister.  “Look at these.”

 

He passed a tablet to Lachlan, and Lachlan quickly scanned it.  It was full of letters to the paper’s editor - letters that decried the author of the original column as a misogynist and a prude.  They supported a woman’s right to dress like a bimbo, to tongue-kiss her lesbian girlfriend in public.  And they went on to suggest that women *were* a little more stupid than men but that it was misogynist to deny them opportunities as a result.

 

“They’re going to keep coming until the paper runs one every day and fires the original columnist,” said the Minister.  “We’re going to see that anyone who objects to a woman’s right to degrade herself and make herself a sexual decoration for men is called a misogynist.  We’re going to cancel anyone who suggests that women aren’t allowed to be empty-headed sex-dolls if they want to be.  The ‘new feminism’ is going to be about celebrating a woman’s right to get fake tits and suck cocks.  This was exactly the opening we were looking for.  Do give Miss Rose my thanks, would you?”

 

They waited together for Kate’s treatment to be complete.  As it neared its end, Lachlan fixed her clothes so that she wouldn’t notice anything wrong.

 

When she finally emerged, she looked dizzy and confused.

 

“I’m a bad girl…” were her first words.

 

“That’s right,” said Lachlan.  “You’re a feminist, aren’t you?”

 

“Yes,” she mumbled.

 

“And you want to stand up for women, don’t you?” he asked.

 

“Yes,” she agreed.

 

“But you can’t do that as well if you don’t get re-elected?” he said.

 

“That’s right.”

 

“And so anything you do that prevents you getting re-elected is a betrayal of women, isn’t it?” he asked.

 

That made sense to her.  “Yes,” she said.

 

“The party’s not going to endorse you if you keep getting into fights with men,” suggested Lachlan.

 

“Yes…” she agreed, in a slurred voice.

 

“So…” prompted Lachlan.

 

“I can’t get into fights with men,” said Kate.  “If I fight men, I’m a gender traitor.  I need to be prevented from getting into fights with men.”

 

“That’s right,” said Lachlan.

 

The Minister was grinning broadly.

 

“So if so much as *think* about fighting a man, you need to be punished, don’t you?” asked Lachlan.

 

“Yes,” agreed Kate, her eyes still unfocused.

 

“If you get groped, or catcalled, or belittled, or patronised, or sexually harassed, or sexually assaulted, and you think about fighting, you need to be punished, don’t you?” he asked.

 

She paused a moment on that - but then said, “Yes.”

 

“And the most effective punishment is to hurt the things that matter most to you, isn’t it?” he asked.

 

“Yes,” she said.

 

“And the thing you care about most is feminism,” he prompted.

 

“Yes.”

 

“So any time you feel yourself get mad about being objectified or groped or treated like a child, you’re going to do something anti-feminist, to punish yourself,” said Lachlan.

 

She was silent again - but when she finally said, “Yes,” it was almost a moan - a deep sigh of letting go, almost sexual in nature.

 

Lachlan realised that there was always a part of this woman who had wanted to do that - to betray her gender - possibly because of the stress of always having to be a public feminist icon.  He suspected that if he could feel her pussy right now, he would find it wet.

 

“You need to be a good girl so you can get re-elected and help women,” said Lachlan.

 

She nodded.

 

“So that means you need to punish yourself by hurting women to stop yourself from being a bad girl,” he added.

 

She nodded again, enthusiastically.

 

The Minister looked at Lachlan.  “Is she ready?” he asked.

 

“Yes,” said Lachlan.

 

“You did a bad thing this week, Kate,” said the Minister.  “You were a bad girl, weren’t you?”

 

Kate was starting to recover from the machine now, and her eyes started to focus.  But it was okay - the lessons of the Securo-System were now firmly embedded in her mind, and she wouldn’t be able to shake them for as long as she felt guilty and insecure.

 

“I was a bad girl,” she agreed.

 

“And you need a really big punishment for that, don’t you?” he asked.

 

Her brow furrowed.  “I feel weird,” she said.  “That machine…  punished?”

 

“Yes,” said the Minister.  “You can feel it, can’t you?  That you need to be punished?”

 

And she *could* feel it.  It was embedded in her as deeply as Sarah’s need to surrender herself.  She couldn’t deny it or fight it.

 

“Yes,” she said in an unhappy voice.  “Wait… what’s happened to me?”

 

“Here’s how you need to be punished, Kate,” he told her.  “You’re going to strip naked for me and Lachlan - make it sexy - and then you’re going to fuck us both - me first, and then Lachlan.  Because that’s what women are good for, isn’t it?”

 

“No!” she said, backing away.  “You pig!”

 

“Do you mean that’s not what women are good for?” asked the Minister.  “Or that you’re not going to strip and fuck us?”

 

But she didn’t need to answer, because her hands were already pulling off her jacket and dropping it to the floor, and then unbuttoning her blouse.  She moaned in horror.

 

“And after that, you’re going to make yourself an appointment to get a boob job,” said the Minister.  “Nice big round tits, that everyone will be able to tell are fake.  Porn star tits.”

 

“No!” she objected - but her blouse was off, and she was reaching behind her back to undo her bra.

 

“And then you’re going to change your messaging about feminism,” said the Minister.  “You’re going to say that getting fake tits is feminist.  You’re going to say that dressing like a bimbo is feminist.  You’re going to say that it’s feminist to submit to men.  You’re going to say that it’s feminist to fuck men for money.  You’re going to say that being naked and pregnant in the kitchen is a fine place for a woman to be.”

 

She started to cry - but her bra was off, and her tits were in full view, and she was pulling down her skirt now.

 

“Show us your cunt, bitch,” said Lachlan - being deliberately crude - and he smiled as he saw her flinch, and her programming kick in.  She had felt angry about his misogynist language - and so she deserved to be punished - and so she had to do something un-feminist….

 

“You’re right,” she whispered, clearly unable to stop herself.  “I’m just a cunt.  All women are cunts.”

 

The Minister laughed, and laughed harder when she pulled down her panties and revealed her pussy to him.

 

“One last thing, Kate,” said Lachlan.  “And I don’t really need to say this, because I’ve made it a default setting of the Securo-System, so you already got this imprinted on you while you were under.  But you know it’s true - you genuinely believe the Securo-System has made you a better woman, despite everything.  And you’re grateful to the Minister and I for encouraging you to use it.  And you know that *every* woman would benefit from this treatment - so you’re going to be constantly on the lookout for chances to bring other women to receive this treatment.  The staff in your office, certainly - but I think the Minister would like you to bring more of your female politician colleagues here to have the treatment as well.”

 

“Oh, absolutely,” said the Minister.  “The more the merrier.  Now bend over and let me fuck that cunt of yours, whore.”

 

And as Kate bent, crying, over the room’s sole table, and presented her ass to her political colleague, the Minister laughed, and took out his cock, and pushed it into her cute, wet fuckhole.

 

“Are you on birth control, cunt?” he asked her.

 

“Yes, sir,” whimpered Kate.

 

“Well, we’ll have to do something about that,” said the Minister.  “I don’t see any reason why women should control their own bodies, do you?  Let’s get women *breeding* again.”

 

And then he looked across at Lachlan.

 

“I don’t think your Sarah has to worry about any political interference with her new programs,” he said to Lachlan.  “When you’re done enjoying Kate here, you can go back and tell her to dream big.”

 

And Lachlan knew he would.  He would encourage her to dream very big indeed.

 

(TO BE CONTINUED)