It was inevitable, given how much Lachlan had fucked up Sarah’s mind, and her career, and her sexuality, that she would eventually enter a quickening spiral that would result in her complete surrender.  

 

Lachlan had been expecting it to begin when Sarah finally surrendered her heart, or her intelligence, or her opinions, or her willpower - but instead, to his surprise, it started with a quite different surrender.

 

When Lachlan returned to Sarah’s floor from his meeting with the Minister, he found Sarah locked in her office, naked from the waist down, staring at porn on her work computer and masturbating frantically.

 

Viewing porn at work was definitely a breach of the code of conduct, and Lachlan filed that away for later.  Sarah already owed him a surrender.

 

“What do you think you’re doing, Kitten?” he demanded.

 

Sarah jerked guiltily, her hand flying away from her pussy, and Lachlan realised she hadn’t even been aware of him entering the room.  It was a good thing her office had been locked, and that only he and Sarah had keys, or else someone else might have witnessed her lewd display.

 

“I’m sorry, sir,” she said, reflexively.  “I was trying to think of what I should surrender, and it was making me stressed and scared, and it was hard to think with my head, so I…”

 

“Decided to think with your cunt instead?” asked Lachlan.

 

Sarah nodded, blushing.

 

“Undress, and kneel at my feet, Kitten,” said Lachlan.

 

Sarah stripped until she was nude, and then crawled over to kneel before Lachlan, looking up at him with wide eyes.

 

“And what did you decide to surrender, Kitten?” he asked her.

 

Her face went red. She didn’t want to say.  She didn’t want to make it real.

 

He was expecting her to surrender her privacy, or perhaps her possessions, or even her name.

 

But instead she said, “My body shape.”

 

He was surprised.  He had explicitly threatened to make her get a boob job when she surrendered this, and she had seemed disgusted and terrified by the proposition.  He had thought she might hold out on this surrender a little longer.

 

He watched her face as the Securo-System did its work, rewriting her brain to make her choice true.  She would no longer make decisions about what her body shape should be.  Those would be his decisions to make.

 

“Why did you choose this, Kitten?” he asked her.  “And remember, dishonesty is against the code of conduct.”

 

“I was thinking about how cruel you were to me, sir,” said Sarah.  There was a flush to her face that wasn’t just arousal - it was suppressed anger.  “I was thinking about how much I hate you, for doing this to me.  And then that made me thinking about how much I wanted to *please* you.  Because you’ve made me think that - that I want to please men who abuse me.  And I couldn’t get it out of my head that I needed to make you happy, to reward you for humiliating me and raping me and making me cry.”

 

Lachlan felt his cock stiffening.  Every time Sarah explained her new fucked-up thought patterns, it made him hard.

 

“And I felt like those contradictory thoughts - how I hated you, and how I wanted to please you - were ripping me apart,” continued Sarah.  “So that’s when I decided to…” - she blushed - “... think with my cunt.  And I went looking for porn, and all the girls in the porn had such huge, disgusting udders.  And I thought how happy it would make you to give me giant porn udders - and how much I would hate it - and how it would please you specifically *because* I hated it, and then…”

 

Lachlan laughed.  “You *want* to get giant porn cow tits?” he asked.

 

“No,” Sarah whimpered.  “I don’t.  I’ll hate it.  It’s disgusting.  Everyone will think I’m a whore.  But I want to please you - *need* to please you - need to *reward* you… and this will…”

 

“Say it,” said Lachlan.  “Say you want to get cow tits to reward me for hurting you.”

 

“I want to be forced to get giant disgusting porn cow fuckmelons to reward you for raping me and ruining my life,” whispered Sarah.

 

“Good Kitten,” said Lachlan.  “But I refuse.”

 

Sarah blinked.  She didn’t understand.

 

“I’m not letting you get a titjob, Kitten,” he said.  “Not yet.”

 

“But… it’ll please you…” Sarah objected, in a confused voice.

 

“It will please me greatly,” said Lachlan.  “I’m going to love it, when you look like a ridiculous sex doll.  But I’m not going to let you please me that way.”

 

“But… I want to!” complained Sarah.  She was so confused now, so many conflicting thoughts in her head.

 

“Good,” said Lachlan.  “But you have to earn it.  And I won’t let it happen until you’ve surrendered three more things to me.”

 

He watched as Sarah struggled to process what he had said.  In order to please him, she had to… deliberately break the code of conduct three more times.   Surrender three more parts of herself.  She knew there would be almost nothing left of her once she did.  But if she did that, then she would be allowed to have the huge fake tits that she hated, that she feared, and that would make Lachlan happy…

 

She made a moan of deep horror and distress, and seemed to shrink in upon herself.

 

Lachlan couldn’t help himself.  He took out his cock, grabbed her hair, and forced her face down on his cock.  She looked so pitiful and scared and broken that he just had to facefuck her.  He didn’t wait for her to be active in the blowjob, but instead used her hair to yank her face back and forth on his dick, using her as a masturbatory tool.

 

And when he was ready to cum, he pulled her off him, and deliberately sprayed his cum over her face and tits.

 

Broken Sarah was the hottest version of Sarah.  And now, after all his work, he could hold back no longer.  He was ready to begin the final breaking of his buxom fuckslave.  The end result might be that she was fired from her job - but he would enjoy seeing just how long a brainless sex-doll could hold onto her position, and he was reasonably certain he could claim her as his personal slave once she was fired.

 

“Sarah,” he told her.  “You are ugly.  You are disgustingly ugly.  You know that, and you believe that, because you surrendered your body shape to me.”

 

Lachlan watched her face.

 

Sarah had always known she was attractive.  Even though she hadn’t wanted to be seen as a sex object, she had taken a certain pride in the knowledge that men *would* want to have sex with her, if she let them.

 

But now that knowledge was vanishing, being replaced by the new knowledge that she was, in fact, a hideous troll.

 

“Your breasts are hideous, Kitten,” he told her.  “You know how ridiculously oversized they are.  They’re disgusting.  They make you look like a cow.  Everyone is revolted by your fat slutty fuckbags.   They make people sick.  People hate them even more when you try and hide them, because then they have to *imagine* how disgusting they are.”

 

Sarah made a choking sound.  She moved to cover her breasts with her arms - and then stopped, and let her arms drop to her sides.  Her face was red with humiliation.

 

“Your cunt is filthy and disgusting,” Lachlan went on.  “And people can *smell* it.  All the time.  More when it’s wet.  No matter where you are, everyone in the room can smell your cunt, Kitten.  The only thing that makes it smell better is cum.  Cum helps your cunt be healthy.  You need to have cum in your pussy for it to have an acceptable smell.  And if you can’t have cum in your pussy, the next best thing is to have a woman lick it clean.”

 

Sarah’s knees clenched together to hide her pussy, and tears rolled down from her eyes.

 

“And do you know what this means, Sarah?” he said.  “It means that when anyone acts like you’re attractive, or like they’re sexually interested in you, they’re making fun of you.  They’re mocking you, because nobody could ever be attracted to you.  They might use you to cum in, or cum on, but they’d still be disgusted by you.  Every man who looks at your tits is laughing at you, and what a disgusting cow you are.  Do you understand?”

 

“Yes, sir,” whispered Sarah, in a broken voice.

 

Lachlan reached down and took Sarah’s chin in his hand.  “How does it feel, to be so disgusting and ugly?” he asked her.

 

“I hate it,” sobbed Sarah.  “I hate myself.  I hate you for making me understand how ugly I am.”

 

“What are you going to do about how ugly you are, Sarah?’ he asked her, carefully. 

 

“I want to hurt myself,” said Sarah.  “I want to hurt my tits and my cunt.  I want to hide forever.  I want to…”

 

Lachlan took in a deep breath.  “To die?” he asked, in a fearful voice.

 

Sarah nodded.

 

Fuck, though Lachlan.  This was what he had been worried about.

 

“Sarah,” he told her.  “It’s okay to hurt your cunt and your tits, because they deserve to be hurt.  But you must never, ever, hurt any other part of your body unless you are specifically told to.  And you must never do *anything* that risks permanent damage to your body, or your life, do you understand me?”

 

She looked up at him with tear-filled eyes.  “Why?” she asked.

 

“Because it would make me unhappy,” said Lachlan.  “And you want to make me happy.”

 

He thought, and then added:

 

“And I control your emotions, Sarah,” he said.  “And the thought of permanently damaging yourself makes you *frightened*.  Far too frightened to ever actually do it, no matter how bad you feel.  Do you understand?”

 

She nodded.

 

“Do you think you would ever want to kill yourself, Sarah?” he asked her now.

 

She immediately shook her head emphatically.  “No, sir,” she said.  “I might want to but… it’s too scary.”

 

“No matter how miserable you feel?” asked Lachlan.

 

Sarah nodded.  “Even if I wanted to die, I’d be too scared to do anything about it,” she said.  “I could never.”

 

Lachlan heaved a sigh of relief.  “Good girl,” he told her.

 

“I hate you, though,” she said, in a calm voice, as though it were a regular conversation.  “I hate you so much for taking even *that* option away from me.”

 

“I know, Kitten,” said Lachlan, “and the fact you hate it makes me want to torture you even more.”  He laughed.

 

“Now, I have some good news,” he told her.  “There are ways you can be a little less ugly.  Do you want to hear them?”

 

She nodded, eagerly.

 

“The first is that you look prettier with cum on your face, or on your tits,” he told her.  “Even if it’s rubbed in.  Even if your tits are covered by clothes.  People can tell that you have cum on you.  They’ll think you’re a disgusting slut, but they’ll think you’re *prettier*.  You look prettier now, with my cum on your face.”

 

A flicker of guilty pleasure appeared on her face, as she processed the knowledge that the sperm drying on her face and tits made her less monstrously ugly.

 

“Also, you look prettier when you’re crying,” he told her, “and you look prettier when you’re scared, and you look prettier when you’re acting like you’re stupid.  You’re prettier when you’re silent than when you’re talking, and you’re prettier when you’re in pain.”

 

Sarah internalised all this silently.

 

“You’re prettiest when you’re crawling on all fours, but if you can’t crawl then the next best thing is to be kneeling, and after that is sitting,” he said.  “You look most ugly when you’re standing upright.”

 

Sarah immediately dropped from her kneeling posture to a position on all fours.

 

“Good bitch,” he said.  “Now… let’s see what you do with all that new knowledge.”

 

And he laughed, and left her there, crying at how disgustingly ugly she was.

 

===

 

Lachlan honestly didn’t know whether he was going to leave Sarah like this forever, or switch her back some day - possibly after she got her fake tits.  He had decided to let her sit with this new sudden transformation of her personality, and observe what it did to her.  He wondered if it would be dramatic.

 

He got his answer the very next day.  When Sarah got to work she was blushing, but she walked straight to the wall near the middle of the office, and hung up a large corkboard, around a metre by two metres in size.  At the top was a colourful sign that read, “APOLOGISE FOR YOUR GENDER”.

 

And Lachlan almost choked on his coffee when he saw what Sarah did next.  She took out a large poster-sized photo and tacked it to the corkboard.

 

The photo was of Sarah, completely nude.  She must have taken it yesterday afternoon, because she visibly still had his cum on her face and tits.  With one arm she was cupping her tits to lift them up, and with the other she was spreading her pussy open for the camera’s view.

 

At the bottom was text reading, “I am so, so sorry to my male co-workers for my disgusting udders and my dirty, smelly fuckhole.  I don’t deserve rights, dignity or respect.”

 

And she left the photo hanging there, and fled to her office.

 

Lachlan took a deep breath.  The Minister had given him the green light to let Sarah follow her misogyny where it took her, but… this was a lot.

 

He resisted the urge to follow Sarah to her office, where he knew she would be crying, abusing her tits, and masturbating.  He wanted to see how this played out.

 

The men in the office were shocked - but appreciative.  It was no secret at this point that Sarah Rose was becoming something of a bimbo, and stories of her “friends party” and alleyway gangbang were now circulating freely.  The men who looked at the photos chuckled, some took pictures, and then they went back to work.

 

The effect on the women was different.  It was also common knowledge that women who didn’t “get with the program” around the Department were being fired.  If you wanted to keep your job, you had to look pretty, laugh at misogynist jokes, and never, ever criticise the new demeaning status quo of the office.

 

And what the women were looking at was that instruction at the top of the corkboard - “APOLOGISE FOR YOUR GENDER”.  And the way that Sarah’s photo didn’t take up more than sixth or so of the total space available - like Sarah was expecting something else to go next to it.

 

It happened just after lunchtime.  Barbie Collins, the buxom blonde from the Education Policy team, walked up to the board.  (She had been called Barbara when she was first hired, and been a brunette, but over recent weeks she’d dyed her hair and asked people to start calling her Barbie, a clear sign that she hoped to continue succeeding in this new Department of Women.)

 

Barbie looked at the corkboard, blushed - and then stuck up a poster next to Sarah’s.  And like Sarah’s, it depicted Barbie completely nude, cupping her tits and spreading her pussy.  And beneath it she had written, “I apologise to all men for my revolting oversized fuckbags and my sluttishly wet twat.  I am a whore and a cocktease and I deserve to be raped.”

 

An hour after that, Gretchen Thomas stuck a nude photo of herself to the board, in which she apologised for how boring and small her tits were, and how her cunt made her act like a stupid bitch.  And then Lizelle Grey was coming up with her own nude photo, taken just then in the toilets, with an apology for her giant lactating fuckmelons and her dirty hairy beaver.

 

By the end of the day, the corkboard was full, and Lachlan quietly ordered five more, to be placed at various places around the workspace.

 

He sent a photo of the full corkboard to the Minister, and very quickly got a thumbs-up emoji back in response.

 

And with all that done, he finally went to check on Sarah.

 

Because, of course, displaying a nude photo of yourself in the workplace was a significant breach of the Code of Conduct, and she would now have to surrender something new…

 

(TO BE CONTINUED)