On a cloudy day in August, at 7.30 am in the morning, 32 home-made explosive devices detonated at locations throughout the nation’s capital.  One went off at the international airport, severely damaging a plane that fortunately had no crew or passengers aboard.  Others targeted government departments, men’s rights organisations, the offices of male politicians, and prominent landmarks dedicated to male historical figures.

 

Through what seemed a stroke of incredible luck, not a single person was injured.  But the nation went immediately into lockdown.  Police conducted rapid, vicious raids, and evidence appeared almost immediately that the explosions were the work of a highly advanced, co-ordinated plot by feminist organisations throughout the country.

 

Feminist conspirators were arrested at gunpoint and forced into caged vehicles - and when it emerged later that the police had stripped these feminists naked during their arrest, and in some cases raped them on their way to their holding cells, the public only cheered it on, certain that the violent feminist bitches were getting what they deserved.

 

Lachlan, of course, knew that there was no such plot, as did the other men in the Minister’s inner circle, and the majority of the Minister’s party.  But by then, many prominent feminists had been put through the Securo-System - and more of the arrested women were being exposed to it with each hour - and there was a seemingly endless parade of famous feminists now willing to come forth and confess that they had been part of a violent conspiracy against men, which had been planned by them in between the nude lesbian rape orgies that their organisations routinely organised.

 

It was revealed that women in parliament - at least one from each represented party - had been involved in the conspiracy.  In response, parliament overwhelmingly voted to suspend all female politicians from office (and many of those same female politicians, who had had experience with the Securo-System, voted in favour of their own disempowerment).  They would not be allowed to resume their seats until they were able to demonstrate their rejection of feminist ideology by showing that they were able to orgasm from being raped by a male - as all women should.

 

More revelations eventuated.  Female university staff confessed to fucking both male and female students “because we’re sluts who just can’t help it”, leading to urgent action to stand down all such female staff.

 

Educators at all levels confessed to giving high grades and graduation to women and girls who didn’t meet the requisite standards, purely because they were women, which called all female academic qualifications into question.  Parliament voted to revoke all degrees and high school graduations from women and require them to re-complete their education under new non-feminist standards.

 

Female employers confessed to illegally overpaying women compared to their male colleagues.  Administrators of welfare, grants and taxation confessed to systemic financial improprieties in favour of women.  Parliament immediately declared these sums repayable, and levied government debts against all female citizens, and made it illegal for women to have control or responsibility in relation to government or corporate money.

 

Women confessed to discriminating against fellow women who had large breasts or breast implants, bullying and mocking them, and rigging systems to favour flat-chested bitches.  The government responded with ads that declared “SMALL TITS ARE NOT OKAY”, and mandatory twice-yearly counselling to encourage and support women to have bigger breasts, no matter how big their tits already were.  Police were instructed to regularly detain, search and interrogate women with small breasts on suspicion of feminism, and these detentions would involve strip searches, cavity searches, and checking they possessed pro-male attitudes by making sure they would willingly swallow male cum and get wet for rape by men.  They could also be referred to pro-bimbo sensitivity training.

 

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Sarah had surrendered the last of her identity to Lachlan before any of this began, and he kept her like that for several weeks, enjoying her stupidity, her helplessness, and her mixture of horror and happiness at the discovery that she was, in fact, helpless.

 

Before long, though, it became boring for him to repeatedly rape the brainless fuckdoll that Sarah had become.  He had enjoyed breaking her resistance.  Now that there was none left to break, it simply wasn’t as enjoyable to torture her.

 

And so he moved to the final stage of his plan for her - the one he had had in mind for quite some time.

 

“Kitten,” he said, “crawl over here and look at me”.

 

She crawled over to him across his office floor, nude and on all fours.

 

“I own every part of your identity, Kitten, don’t I?” he asked.

 

She nodded, a stupid brainless kind of motion.  There were no thoughts in her head, only love for Lachlan, an instinct to degrade herself and her gender, and a desire to be fucked.

 

“Then I’m going to rewrite all your rules right now,” he said.  “Listen to me carefully.”

 

She did.

 

“When I snap my fingers,” he said, “you’re going to revert back to the person you were before the Securo-System.  You’ll remember everything that’s happened since then, but you’ll once again have all the beliefs, opinions, and values that you did before I first caught you breaking the Code of Conduct.  All the rules, habits, addictions and restrictions I’ve given you will be gone - with the exception of the ones I’m about to lay out for you.”

 

She was too stupid to really think through the consequences of this now.  She just looked at him passively.

 

“One,” he said, “in regards to your sexuality, there will be no instructions that explicitly change or alter your sexuality from what it was prior to the Securo-System.  However, you will remember all the sexual experiences you have had since then, and how your body reacted to them.  It will be interesting to see how that experience impacts your sexuality once there is no outside influence telling you how to feel about it.”

 

“Two,” he said, “I will still own and control your identity and can exercise my power over anything you’ve surrendered at any time.  I just intend not to do so, because it will be more entertaining not to.”

 

“Three,” he said, “regardless of anything else,  you will be completely unable to stop men from groping you, restraining you or raping you.  You will not struggle sufficiently to escape, or scream loud enough to be heard, or call for help.  You will not stop them objectifying you or demeaning you, and you will still answer promptly to demeaning names.  You will be unable to complain about it, or deter them in any way, or cause consequences for them from doing this.  And you will not remember that I have given you this instruction, and think that your inability to resist this is entirely internal to your own self and personality.  You will believe that you *could* resist if you tried, and that for whatever reason you are just not resisting.  You will likewise not prevent or deter the rape, molestation, abuse or degradation of any other woman, and likewise feel that that is your own choice.”

 

“Four,” he said, “you will generally have all your intelligence available to you, but when in company with men you will always find yourself to be a little stupider than the least intelligent man in the room, and when you attempt to argue with any man about any topic you will find your intelligence deserting you, and the only arguments you will be able to summon are ones that are so infantile that they embarrass you.  You will also not be able to summon your intellect for any purpose that would decrease or prevent your humiliation, degradation or helplessness, or that of any other woman.  You will not be aware of this rule and will think you are just stupid sometimes.”

 

“Five,” he continued, “you will feel a deep instinctive need for men to be sexually attracted to you.  Meeting this need is more important than being safe, respected, loved, listened to, or taken seriously,  You will still want those other things, but you will compromise them in order to give men erections.  You will feel uneasy and guilty if you are in the presence of a man who is attracted to woman and you’re not sure if he wants to rape you.  Again, you will be unaware of this rule, and think it is your own preference.”

 

“Six,” he continued, “you will want my approval.  It will make you feel good.  You will think about how much you want it at least once per day.  You will feel unhappy when you know I am unhappy with you, and it will be a terrible feeling that you will want to do something about.  Again, you will not be aware of this rule, and think it is your own personality.”

 

“Seven,” he said, “you will never use contraception.  You will never terminate a pregnancy.  And after you give birth, you may not want to be impregnated again, but if you’re *going* to be impregnated you will have a preference for me as the father over any other man in your life.  It’s entirely possible, I suppose, that you will meet and fall in love with another man - but you will still want it to be me who knocks you up.  You’re allowed to remember that it was me who gave you that rule.”

 

“And eight,” he said, “you will hate me as much as you should hate me for everything I’ve done to you.  You will not be able to act on it to harm me or my interests in any way, or make life unpleasant for me in any way .  And regardless of anything else that happens, you will contact me once a week to tell me what has happened in your life, with a focus on anything embarrassing or humiliating that’s happened to you, and to give me the chance to exert my control over you, if I choose to do so.  You’re completely aware that that rule comes from me.”

 

And then he snapped his fingers.

 

A look of complete horror came over Sarah’s face.  She made a small, strangled noise.  She raised a fist like she might strike him - but it didn’t go any further, and then dropped to her side.

 

Lachlan laughed, and slapped her, and then bent her over his desk and began to rape her.  He noted with delight that she was wet for him.  That wasn’t anything he had told her to do.  Was she just still wet from her slutty previous state?  Or had she learned to be aroused from rape even without the Securo-System?

 

“Answer me honestly, Kitten,” he said.  “Do you deserve this?”

 

“No!” she whispered.  “No!”

 

But she didn’t sound sure.

 

“I hate you,” she hissed.

 

But she orgasmed shortly before he did, and when he told her that she was a good little rape-doll she blushed with unwanted pleasure at his approval.

 

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The next day, Sarah was arrested for embezzlement.  It made national news, and over the next month the full details of her changes since the Securo-System became known.  People throughout the country saw footage of her masturbating, crawling around nude, and fucking her employees.  

 

The police raped her when they arrested her, and then daily throughout her detention.  She was brought to trial naked - a new security initiative to stop women prisoners from concealing weapons - and made to admit that she was a brainless slut who had betrayed her gender.  With her intelligence limited, Sarah found it hard to form arguments in her defence.

 

But towards the end of the trial, the footage from the departmental retreat was released.  When it became clear that Sarah had actively raped and tortured violent feminists, very shortly before the bombings, public perception of her changed.  She was a hero - a feminist-raping hero, exactly the sort of women the nation needed.

 

Her charges were dismissed, and the government even commissioned a statue which would depict Sarah, naked, humping the face of a non-consenting feminist, a slutty brainless look on her face as she squeezed her tits and ground her pussy against the feminist’s mouth.  

 

During this period, snap elections had been held.  Only the sluttiest and most misogynistic of women had been voted back into power.  Most of the seats went to men - and Lachlan was among them.  As the Minister had promised, Lachlan was given the role of Minister for Women, having run on a platform supporting the institutionalised rape of feminists and an inquiry into the possibility of making all women into male property.

 

When Sarah was released from jail, Lachlan offered to reinstate her in her old role as head of the Department of Women.

 

“Of course, you’ll be expected to oversee the legal transition of women from ‘equal humans’ to ‘animals that need to be owned’,” he told her.  “Can you manage that?”

 

He expected her to say no.  She had all her old opinions back now.  Her brain told her she was a feminist, that she deserved rights, that it was humiliating to submit to men.  

 

But Lachlan had regularly been surprised at Sarah’s internal psychology before, and he was in for another surprise now.

 

While in jail, Sarah had discovered, to her absolute horror, that her time under the Securo-System had given her new kinks.  When she masturbated, she started by thinking of consensual vanilla sex with nice men - but it simply couldn’t get her very wet.  She would inevitably experiment with imagining being forced and raped, and her pussy would become agreeably aroused.  And then, as she masturbated, she would start to picture crawling on all fours - being called a cunt - being slapped.  And then her thoughts would go to women being caged, women being raped.  She would remember the women she had raped herself, and how good it felt to degrade them, to hurt them, to treat them like objects.

 

And then she would cum.

 

And it went like that every time.  

 

By the time she was released, Sarah had, with despair, accepted the truth.  She needed degradation in order to experience sexual pleasure - and in particular she had a powerful kink for raping and abusing other women.

 

Sure, she could reject Lachlan’s job offer and make her own way in the world - although she wasn’t sure what non-demeaning jobs were available to women in this new world.  But she would just end up seeking a man to rape her, and she might have trouble procuring cute girls for her to abuse herself.

 

And she knew that Lachlan would disapprove of her if she did that, and for reasons she couldn’t explain, that idea made her deeply uncomfortable.

 

Or she could take Lachlan’s job.  She would be close to him, so he could rape her and breed her.  And she would have authority over scores of pretty young female employees.  She could force a different girl to lick her cunt every day.  She could humiliate and abuse them and no one would stop her.  In fact, Lachlan would approve.

 

She hated herself for this, of course.  She hated every part of herself.  There was no Securo-System controls on her now in this respect.  She didn’t have to abuse women.  She could choose not to.  As long as she was willing to never orgasm again.

 

But she needed to cum.  And so she was going to do it.  She was going to willingly become a part of a system that was designed to transform her gender into brainless enslaved rape-dolls.  

 

And when she accepted that truth, despite all her feminist opinions, something clicked in her brain.

 

Because if a woman could choose to become the sort of person who willingly raped and enslaved her own gender - well, then, women deserved to be raped and enslaved, didn’t they?

 

She could be a useless feminist in a man’s world, or she could be a useful gender-traitor.  And she wanted to be useful.  She wanted to put her limited female intelligence to use and achieve something.  No matter how much she hated Lachlan, she wanted him to call her a good girl.  

 

She would hate herself every day, of course.  She would writhe with shame at the rapist slut she had become.  She would sob sometimes with sheer guilt.  

 

But the world she was creating would punish her exactly as she deserved on a daily basis.  If she deserved to be raped, degraded, beaten and objectified for betraying her gender, then she could be confident that the world she was making would do exactly that to her.  It was a beautiful kind of balance, really.

 

Lachlan had, despite everything, shown her the truth of the world.  Resisting misogyny had only ever made her unhappy, back before the Securo-System, and now, in the new world, it would make her actively miserable every day.

 

There was only one true path to happiness.

 

And that path was surrender.

 

(END)

 

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