Susie didn’t take the new cockteasing laws seriously. She knew that the government had imposed a legal obligation on women for the arousal they inspired in men, but she didn’t think that meant she actually had to do anything different. And besides, they had also passed laws saying that women who didn’t dress attractively could be fined for creating a public eyesore, so she just kept wearing the same tight dresses and short skirts to work despite having no intention of giving any of her male co-workers the time of day, let alone fucking them.
Caleb was the first to catch her in the corridor after work and tell her that she was a pretty little cocktease who he wanted to fuck. She laughed in his face, and pulled away from him, mocking him as she left for home.
She was served with court orders the next day, informing her she was being faced with a cockteasing suit. She ignored them. She didn’t bother to turn up for her court date. Let them fine her, she thought. None of this was really serious.
It was serious, though. In her absence the court found in Caleb’s favour to the tune of half a million dollars, plus a further hundred thousand for assumed frigidity as no evidence was presented of her having an alternative male partner, plus punitive fines for contempt of court and for mocking and belittling a male suitor.
She couldn’t pay it, even if she wanted to. She ignored the court orders, and ignored the increasingly threatening debt collection letters, and then eventually one day she was shocked to find armed bailiffs bursting into her office, restraining her, stripping her naked, and bundling her into a van.
She was taken to court, where she stood blushing in the “property box”, her tits and pussy on display to the public.
“As the defendant appears unable to pay her court ordered damages,” the judge declared, “this court finds that, under the Female Debt Repayment Act, she will settle her debt through bodily servitude. Given the long history of disobedience towards this court and contempt of its orders, the court also orders that her compliance be ensured through hypnotic identity realignment, which will have the added benefit of reducing the risk of future incidents of cockteasing. Plaintiff, do you have a preference for her new identity?”
“I think I would like a slutty anime maid, your Honour,” Caleb said. ”Eager to please and fun to molest. It’s a fantasy of mine, and I think it will be additionally fun because the defendant particularly enjoyed mocking my love of animated shows.”
It was true. She had repeatedly laughed at him for being an anime nerd. Having never watched much herself, she had no real idea what an “anime maid” was, but she was soon to find out.
She was bundled back into a van, and conveyed to Harkness Industries, a firm specialising in custom identity conversions, where she was kept for two months.
For most of it she was naked. Each evening she lay in bed in a straightjacket with a vibrator humming against her pussy and headphones playing orders into her ears. ”Be a good girl. Serve your Master. You are a worthless slut. You were born to serve. Good girls serve. Be a good girl. Obey your Master.”
Then during the days she would be taken to one of a variety of training rooms, and strapped into one of the firm’s several fucking machines. She would be shown videos. Sometimes the videos showed pretty anime maids, serving men they clearly adored, and her pussy and tits would be gently massaged in a pleasurable way, and drugs that made her spacey and happy would be injected into her breasts.
Sometimes they showed anime girls being molested, or groped, or fucked, or humiliated, and on these occasions the machine would fuck her hard while squeezing her tits firmly, and she would orgasm again and again while staring at animated girls getting abused.
And then sometimes it would show her pictures of real women, fully dressed, going to offices. Words would flash on the screen like “feminism” and “independence” and “disobedience”. The machine would not fuck her at all in these sequences, and the drugs she was given made her feel nauseous and unhappy. Sometimes the machine would deliver electrical shocks to her pussy, especially when there were words on screen. She soon hated seeing those images or words.
Most afternoons they would let her wear clothes for an hour, and even pick out the clothes herself. When she picked costumes like the ones in the anime, they would give her the drugs that made her happy. When she picked particularly slutty versions of those costumes, they would let her masturbate as well. When she dressed like she had in her old life, they would beat her and not feed her that night. She soon got good at picking the clothes that would make her happy – the slutty little sailor suits and maid outfits, that she would have once found degrading but more and more associated with happiness.
After a month she couldn’t remember her name. She didn’t know why, and wasn’t aware that it was being subliminally shown to her in the bad movies, the ones where her pussy got shocked. She was subconsciously avoiding her old name, along with all the things associated with it. Pictures of her old manner of dress were also turning up in those bad movies, while occasionally she would see pictures of Caleb in the movies that made her happy or horny. When she raised her lack of name with one of the firm’s staff, they told her that it was okay because her new Master would choose her a new name, like “Sugartits” or “Rapetoy”.
In the last two weeks they practiced her behaviour. By now, she consciously wanted to be like those anime girls, because those girls were happy, and she was happy when she was like them, so she eagerly took instruction in how to change her body language, to stand with her hands tight by her sides, or wrists out to offer submission, or to put her hands behind her back and lean forward to emphasise her tits. She learnt how to smile just right, and how to look like a blank little bimbo with no cares other than her Master’s happiness. She practiced getting her breasts to bounce like a giggly little fucktoy’s breasts should.
On her last day they gave her a crayon and some paper while they arranged her transport to her new Master. She used them to write Caleb’s name again and again and draw love hearts around it. She adored Caleb and didn’t know why she had ever been mean to him. She hoped she pleased him. She wondered if he would want to cum on her face or her tits first…
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