Story: The Stepford Pattern, Part 2

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Jenny told Harrison everything.  She gave him the addresses of the sites that she had visited in tracking down the Stepford Pattern.  She showed him the forums where she had heard about it, and where men discussed its wonderful effects upon women.  She gave him the contact details of the man who had finally given her access to the Pattern.

And she did all this as she knelt at his feet, her cheek pressed against his softening cock, letting him smear his cum across her pretty lesbian face.

They watched the video she had taken – the one where she pushed dog food up her cunt and then masturbated.  She had been right – it was an intensely degrading piece of film.  The woman in that video wasn’t a smart, dignified academic. No, the version of Jenny that he watched rubbing her clit with a cunt full of dog food was a bitch, a degraded animal.  When he got to the end, he watched it again, and each time he watched it the idea of slapping Jenny, and calling her names, and raping her – because that was what she deserved – became easier to digest.

He knew for certain that no one who watched this video would ever look at Jenny as an equal or a peer again.

When the video was done, he tried to think about what to do next.  

He had to keep mistreating and controlling Jenny.  That was the only thing that would keep her focused on him, rather than continuing to expose and degrade herself to others.  So when she opened her mouth to speak, he said, “Shut up, slut,” and then forced her mouth back down on his cock.  She seemed to appreciate this, and immediately began to suck on him like a good whore.

Part of him hated doing this.  He knew that Jenny didn’t really want to suck his cock, or be called a slut.  In fact, he knew for certain that she hated it.  But she had asked him to do this, and the Pattern compelled her to behave this way.  If she didn’t suck his cock, she’d suck someone else’s – someone who would have no hesitation about destroying every part of her life and then discarding her like garbage.

He needed to keep her from ruining her life further, while he worked out what to do.  He could scrub the evidence of her watching porn on her computer, along with her dubious browser searches and other material, provided that she didn’t keep creating more evidence pointing to her new slutty personality.

“You’re going to need to take some time off work,” he told her.  “The next week, say.  When you’re done sucking my cock, send an email calling in sick for the rest of the week.”

Jenny nodded with a mouthful of cock.

“And then I’m going to take you back to my place,” he said.  “We’re just going to make sure that you’re not tempted to expose yourself to the world further, until I can help you.”

He let her suck him to a second orgasm, and sighed happily as the pretty lesbian swallowed his cum.  Then he wiped his cock clean on her face, stood, and helped her begin the preparations to leave the office.

She began to fidget as she typed the email calling in sick, so he said, “Hurry up, you dumb fuckpig,” and the abuse seemed to steady and focus her brain.  She quickly finished the email, and then followed him to the university car park.

When they got to Harrison’s car, Harrison paused.  He had been intending to have Jenny ride in the passenger seat, but he had a sudden vision of Jenny exposing her tits to passing drivers – some of whom might possibly know Jennyy, or Harrison, or both, and remember it.

So instead he opened the car boot.

“Get in, slut,” he told her.  “This is where you deserve to ride.”

She complied meekly, and he closed the boot on her, and got into the driver’s seat.

Soon enough they were at Harrison’s house.  He let Jenny out of the boot, and they went inside.

He found what he needed in the laundry of his house – the old dog cage that he had once used for transporting his Husky, Conan, towards the end of the loyal dog’s life.  Conan had passed on two years ago, and Harrison had cleaned the cage, but never gotten rid of it.  It would serve now.

“Strip, cunt,” he told Jenny.  There wasn’t any good reason she needed to be naked, but he needed to regularly mistreat her in order to keep her attention on him – and besides, there was something *right* about stripping a woman nude if you were going to put her in a pet cage.

But Jenny was shaking her head.  “No,” she said.

“No?” asked Harrison.  “Why?”

She blushed.  “You know why.”

He spent a moment wondering if she had some particular aversion to cages – but then he realised.  She needed him to force her.

He sighed.  “We’re going to get you through this, Jenny,” he said.  “I’m sorry I keep having to do this to you… but it’s for the best.”

Then he set his face into a hard expression, and said, “Even if you are being a dumb bitch about it.”

He reached out and grabbed her blouse, and ripped it.  The fabric was weak, and it tore easily.  Jenny shrieked and tried to pull away.  Harrison reached out and grabbed her hair to restrain her.  Then he picked up a pair of garden shears from the laundry sink.  He pushed Jenny back against the wall – hard – and then used the garden shears to clip open the front of her bra.  

Her large, beautiful tits spilled out into view, and she moaned.  He kept her pinned against the wall as he wrestled with her skirt – before deciding to just use the shears again.  One clip, and her skirt was falling to the ground.  Another clip, and her panties joined it.

He pulled off the remains of her blouse and bra, and there she was – Dr Jennifer Sutton, completely nude.

He had seen her naked body in the video, of course – but real life was something else.

“Fuck,” he said.

“Please,” begged Jenny.  “Please don’t hurt me.”

But it was a ruse.  She needed to know that he *would* hurt her, even if she asked him not to.  If he failed to abuse her, she would find every opportunity to leave him and submit to a man who would treat her even worse.

So he slapped her across the face.  And then he yielded to his desires, and did what he *really* wanted to do with her.

He reached down and unzipped his fly, pulling out his cock.  Then he used his knee to force her legs apart, and then he leaned in, kissed her on the lips – and let his cock slide between her pussy lips, into her virginal lesbian pussy.

Her whole body convulsed as she felt him enter her.  He guessed that the parts of her that were not controlled by the Pattern would be feeling disgust, violation, fear, shame and humiliation – and the parts that the Pattern ruled would be telling her that she liked this, that it was what she was designed for, that she deserved to be raped, that she should be grateful to her rapist.

He no longer much cared.  Her cunt felt so *good*.  He pushed his cock deeper inside her, making her squeak – and then he began to fuck her.

He needed no lubrication.  She was sopping wet for him.  Was that the Pattern?  Or had some secret shameful part of Jenny always longed for this?

He fucked her harder, his lips pressed against hers, his tongue exploring her mouth.  He brought his hands up to her tits and squeezed them, hard, trying to hurt her.  Each thrust banged her hips hard against the wall.

She moaned into his mouth – a pathetic sound, a mixture of desperately wanting him to stop, and desperately wanting him to continue.

And then, soon, he was cumming.  His body shook and he felt himself pumping cum up into her womb – a womb that had never before known the violation of a male cock.  And as he came, he felt her trembling too.

She was cumming.  Cumming from being raped.

Again, was this the Pattern?  Or was it pure Jenny?

When he was done, he pulled out.  He took her hand and put it on her pussy to collect the cum dripping from it, and then lifted her hand to her lips.

“Like this,” he said.  “Lick it all up.  No mess.”

When she had transferred as much cum from her cunt to her mouth as she could, he had her kneel and suck his cock clean.

And then he pushed her into the dog cage.

It was just the right size for her to crawl on all fours inside it, or to lie down on her side.  He threw her a soft towel to place on the floor, to protect her knees from the metal wire, and gave her a bucket to toilet into.  Then he closed and padlocked the door, trapping her inside.

“I just need to leave you in here while I work out what to do,” he told her.  “It will keep you safe.”

And then he left her, locked naked in a dog cage in his laundry, while he went to look for a solution to her problem.

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Retracing Jenny’s online steps made several things clear to Harrison very quickly.

First, the Stepford Pattern was real.  He was at first dubious, because he couldn’t find many *women* discussing it – only men who claimed to know women who had been affected by it.  But he soon came to understand the nature of that disparity.

Looking at just the discussions on forums alone, Harrison estimated that there had to be at least a hundred women worldwide who had been subjected to the Pattern – maybe many times more.

He created himself an account on one of these forums and identified himself as a “beneficiary” – their term for men who had found an unowned Stepford victim in the wild, and subdued and raped her.  He said that he was very much enjoying his new confused sexual pet, but that he wanted to know more about the rules she was operating under, to know what he could and couldn’t do with her.

Replies began to trickle in, and soon, although Harrison was no better informed on *how* the Stepford Pattern worked, he had a fairly good idea of what it was supposed to *do*.

As Jenny had said, it only worked on women who willingly engaged with it, which was why the total number of women exposed to it was relatively small.  Mostly, the Stepfords were women who wanted to be more pleasing to their boyfriends or husbands.  Some were women with bimbo or mind control fetishes, who got off on the idea of being forcibly transformed into a slut.  A small number were like Jenny – women who didn’t believe the process would work, and who foolishly exposed themselves to it in order to debunk it.  

Once the Pattern was fully internalised, the women went through two key stages.  The first stage was “destruction”, in which the women actively destroyed their lives and reputations.  They would aim to get fired from their jobs under humiliating circumstances.  They would expose themselves to friends, family and colleagues.  They would take part in degrading, slutty behaviour and ensure that people saw them doing it.  

The aim was partly to strip them of supports, and drive away anyone who wasn’t prepared to see them as a fucktoy.  It was also to break down the woman’s identity – to make her understand that she *was* a slut, who would do disgusting things, who would tease men to rape her.  It was designed to remove any sense of self-worth, independence, or ego.  

This was where Jenny was now, and it would continue until she had destroyed her career as an academic, discarded her identity as a lesbian, cut herself off from anyone who wasn’t turned on by the idea of raping her, and found herself an owner or owners who were committed to her ongoing abuse and enslavement.

The second stage was “rebuilding”, where she would cease engaging in slutty behaviour unless told to by a man, and begin restructuring herself and her life to maximise the pleasure she brought to the man or men who controlled her.  At the end she would be exactly the sex-pet her owner wanted her to be – although she would retain two or three humiliating kinks specifically related to her former life to help her remember that her life prior to the Pattern had been a lie.

Throughout both stages, the woman was completely unable to talk about the Pattern, or say or do anything to imply her behaviour wasn’t her own active choice, except to men who demonstrated their approval of her new life by insulting, abusing and raping her.

So that was what had happened to Jenny.  Harrison now knew how Jenny would continue to behave, and what to expect from her in future.

But he was no closer to working out how to save her from her degrading new state.

He sighed, got up from his computer, and went to the laundry.

It was about time to rape Jenny again, he thought, and maybe cumming inside the pretty lesbian for a fourth time that day would give him ideas…

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