Chapter 1 — A new life

Brianna gradually woke up with a terrible headache and nausea. She tried to piece together what happened last night that had left her a disorientating hangover. She usually didn’t get drunk in public.

She moved. She found herself naked in a strange bed. She felt someone. A naked man was sleeping next to her. She looked. He had tousled blond hair and looked to be in his mid-twenties.

Steve. That was his name.

Her fragmentary memories began to come into order. Her agent, Tony, had asked her to go to a psychiatric evaluation yesterday morning. It was an unusual audition requirement, but she hadn’t seen any harm in it. She’d been wrong. They had somehow done something to her mind during the psychiatric evaluation. Now she had many rules that she could not break, and she couldn’t even tell anyone what they had done to her.

One rule was that she had to go out to a singles bar and get drunk two nights in a row. She could skip up to four days afterwards before she had to start again. So she’d gone to a bar last night to get drunk. There she’d met a big man named Steve. Steve had asked her to come back to his place for some “intimate time.” She had said yes. Why? Was it the alcohol? Or had she been afraid of what would happen if she didn’t say yes? She wasn’t sure.

She sat up slightly and saw herself reflected in a mirror past the end of the bed. She saw her blue eyes, her disheveled shoulder-length raven-black hair, her slightly pale perfect skin, and her perky bare DD breasts. She had a beautiful face like a movie star, and she hoped to someday be one. She was proud of her good looks, she worked hard to stay in great shape. Being twenty-six helped. Normally she looked great. Her current disheveled appearance reminded her of her situation. She felt ashamed.

She curled into a fetal position under the sheets, facing away from him. Her headache and nausea made her feel even more awful. Her nakedness in a strange place also made her feel small. She was shorter than average to start with, and being naked in bed with a stranger was not empowering. She didn’t like anyone seeing her privates if they weren’t actively making love. She didn’t even have any nude selfies. She resolved to get dressed as soon as she felt a little better.

Her anus also hurt. She tried to remember why. Then she remembered. Last night he’d asked her if he could also fuck her in the ass. Normally she would have said no. She’d instead groggily said yes but asked him to keep using a condom. At least she’d asked him to wear a condom. That was something.

Steve opened his eyes and lifted the sheets.

“Babe, you look good,” he said. “Let’s have another round!” Brianna cringed. She had a headache, her stomach hurt, and her anus hurt. Her cunt was worn out, too. She didn’t want to have anything to do with anyone, never mind have sex. “No thanks,” she said instinctively.

She realized her mistake once she spoke. Another rule was that whenever she didn’t accept a sexual proposition from a man, she would have to pick between two new rules her subconscious would create for her. She could feel her subconscious giving her the choice. The first option: from now on, within an hour of not accepting a proposition, she must edge while kneeling nude and facing a fully open door. The second option: from now on, she must greet any man she knew by trying to put his hand on one of her breasts. She knew if she didn’t choose quickly she would have to do both. She chose the first option: from now on, within an hour of not accepting a proposition, she must edge while kneeling nude and facing a fully open door.

She grimaced. Those extra conditions on edging would make it harder to edge privately. She guessed her subconscious had lots of latitude in creating rules, and it was creating malicious rules. The whole point of edging was to get close to orgasm without release, so after edging only someone else would be able to give her release. That would be frustrating.

“Okay,” said Steve, “Your loss. I have to go to work anyway.” Brianna realized it wouldn’t make any difference if she offered to have sex with Steve now. She was allowed to remove two rules after having sex with a new man, as long as the rules weren’t permanent, but she’d had sex with Steve. She’d need to be careful to avoid getting more rules. When a new man fucked her, any rules she couldn’t eliminate would become permanent.

Steve got up and went to the bathroom. Brianna noticed they were in a small bedroom, with two adjacent doors on one wall. The left door was the bathroom, so the closed right door must lead out. A window with partially opaque sheers was on the opposite wall from the doors. The room and its sparse furnishings were worn and shabby.

She looked at the clock. It was Tuesday rush hour, so Brianna couldn’t get back home in less than an hour. Brianna quietly waited as Steve showered and dressed. She rested for a few minutes and felt a little better. She started to grow impatient. He seemed to be in no hurry to leave. Her hour was slipping away. Would she have to edge in the bedroom in front of Steve? That would be humiliating.

“I’ll see you later,” Steve said. He gave her a quick peck on the forehead and headed out the right door. After the right door closed she heard the thump, thump, thump of Steve going down some stairs.

Brianna flew to the bathroom. She had to hurry. She was naked, so she simply faced the bathroom door, knelt, and sat on her ankles. She left the bathroom door wide open as required. Her hands greedily rushed to get her cunt warmed up. This was not going to be easy. Her head hurt, her stomach hurt, her ass hurt. Soon her knees and feet hurt, as she was kneeling on her ankles on bare hard tile. She tried to reach for a towel to put under herself, but it was too far away. She realized she wouldn’t be able to stop masturbating or leave her spot until she had finished edging.

She thought through the awful permanent rules they’d given her. There were a lot of rules. She was compelled to obey them all without exception. If she didn’t accept a sexual proposition from a man, her subconscious would make her choose between two new rules, once per man per day. She had to meet with her mentor once a week for a training hour, at a time and place of his choosing, and she had to be naked during that hour. She didn’t even know who her mentor was. She couldn’t wear panties. She couldn’t tell anyone what had been done to her, or by who. She couldn’t resist, complain, or report about sexual harassment or sexual assault. She couldn’t penalize anyone for sexual harassment or sexual assault. She had to go out to singles bars and get drunk two nights in a row. She could skip up to four days afterwards, but she’d have to start again afterwards.

The rules were like steel wire entangling her mind. She couldn’t disobey them. She couldn’t even contemplate disobeying them for long. She had tried once, but that had led to a deeply terrifying feeling she was eager to avoid.

She couldn’t do anything else, so she redoubled her efforts to arouse herself. She wasn’t experienced in arousing herself, or with sex in general. She was straight, and she knew she was gorgeous. She had always been independent and had been focused her career, not on sex. She needed to focus on sex now. It was still not easy, but she was starting to warm up. Soon she was a little aroused.

Thump, thump, thump. Oh shit, thought Brianna, Steve was coming back up the stairs. Brianna desperately did not want Steve to see her masturbating in the nude in his own bathroom. She knew she’d have to keep masturbating if he caught her in the bathroom. She thought about having to give Steve a masturbation show. A feeling of humiliation filled her.

Suddenly, a lot happened at once. She heard Steve open the bedroom door. Her sudden fear of getting caught brought her close to orgasm, releasing her, so she pulled her hands out of her cunt and tried to stand. Her legs were cramped from the lengthy time kneeling, so with her hands she reached out and pushed to stand up.

Steve turned the corner to the bathroom and found Brianna starting to stand, slowly, with her hands pushing off from a wall and the bathroom counter top. Her nubile body was completely exposed to him. Her aroused nipples were standing at strict attention, begging to be grabbed and sucked. Her face and body were flushed, her cunt was visibly slick, and her right hand was slick too. She felt a liquid humiliatingly stream down her inner legs from her wet cunt as she stood. She knew he could see her slick stream. Her embarrassment increased her inner heat even further. She could feel her nipples swell as she worked to slowly unfold her body into a standing position. Her treasonous sex begged for relief.

She managed to partially stand, but she had to hold on to the wall and counter top. She was fully exposed to a giant man who towered over her. Her slick right hand glistened under the bathroom lights and revealed exactly what she’d been doing. She felt her face contort into a combination of shock, humiliation, and sexual desire.

“Well, if you were that interested, you should have said so,” said Steve. Brianna was mortified. She hadn’t technically been caught in the act, but it was obvious what she had been doing. Steve looked at her hungrily. “I’ve been wanting you all morning.” Steve grabbed her wrists and pulled her into the bedroom. Her stiff legs could provide no resistance. He transferred her wrists into his right hand, and with his left he picked her up from the backs of her knees. He turned and flung her onto the bed. He turned her onto her back and spread her legs. Brianna was terrified. She had never been manhandled so easily before. She found herself briefly unable to speak due to fear. Her brain reminded her that she could not resist any sexual assault. Steve took her silence and compliance as consent. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his fully hardened cock. In a swift motion he thrust into her cunt and pistoned deeply into her.

Brianna wasn’t sure what to think. Steve must think she wanted this. It was easy to see why. Her body did want immediate satisfaction. She had consented to sex last night. She wasn’t complaining now. That didn’t make this okay. She had clearly said no this morning when he asked for sex. Also, last night she had emphasized that he needed to use a condom every time. He wasn’t using one now. She was on birth control, but birth control didn’t always work and that wasn’t the only reason to use a condom. She had not consented. She was being raped, even if Steve didn’t know it.

She needed to resist, but she couldn’t. She needed to at least complain to him about what he was doing. Yet her rules wouldn’t let her complain about sexual assault. Her rules also wouldn’t let her report such actions later, or punish anyone for engaging in them, so she would never be able to do anything about this. Even if she could report it, and she couldn’t, it would be hard to convict him. Witnesses had seen her voluntarily go to his home for sex last night. She was, literally, fucked. She felt a wave of helplessness, knowing he was in total control of her. She felt her orgasm wave over her. He came into her soon afterwards with a spray of his cum warming her unprotected insides.

“Thanks babe,” Steve said. “I have to rush to work. I’ll call you later.” Steve zipped up, gave her another kiss on the forehead, and left. There were a few thumps, followed by the sound of a front door opening and closing.

Brianna was stunned. This was not the life she wanted to lead. She usually wasn’t interested in sex unless it was the “right” man. Almost all men didn’t measure up or didn’t have the same commitment to feminism she did. Yes, she liked sex with a man, but she had standards. A man must never control her, and she’d make sure he knew it. She would control what they did and when. At least, that was the plan. Last night and this morning were not going to plan.

She realized, after a few minutes, there wasn’t anything to do but get up and start her day. She took a warm shower, toweled off, and went to the bedroom to get her clothes. She picked up the tight skimpy red dress she’d worn when she met Steve last night.

She wasn’t allowed to wear panties, thanks to another rule, and the dress had a built-in bra, so the dress was her only item of clothing other than her high heels. She shimmied into the dress and put the high heels back on. The dress hem was much shorter than anything a woman would normally wear to work in the morning. She sighed. Her walk of shame this morning would be obvious to everyone who saw her.

Still, as she thought about it, this new rule could be worked around. She’d been surprised when this rule had been added, and that had led to her getting unwillingly fucked this morning. Now she knew about the rule, so there were things she could do. She lived alone, so she could probably edge at home most times and avoid getting caught. Public bathrooms would be harder, but she could always choose the furthest stall, and in many places she could pick an unused public bathroom. Her own subconscious was a bitch, but with a little thinking she could probably work around this rule. She’d lied to Steve when she gave her number, so at least she wouldn’t be receiving his calls. She grinned. Her situation was terrible but perhaps with some cleverness she could beat it.

Yes. She had made her decision. The rules were terrible, but she was somehow going to beat all of this. She was sure of it.

She completed her toilet as best she could, given the few items in her clutch. She quietly left the bedroom and tried to soundlessly descend the stairs.