Frank longed to mind-control women.  He’d had the kink ever since seeing an uptight businesswoman under the control of a stage hypnotist, who had made her orgasm on stage in front of a packed theatre.  The devastated humiliated look on her face when she came out of trance and realised what she had done had been the single most erotic thing Frank had ever seen.

Hypnotism worked, of course – it always had, under the right conditions.  But it worked less well on some people than others, and it required the subject’s cooperation, and you couldn’t really make them do anything that some part of them didn’t want to do, and at best you could give them forceful suggestions, rather than iron clad commands.

But Frank spent his time working in neuroscience, and over time he managed to invent a device that used a small electric current to temporarily disable two small sections of the female brain – specifically the bits that would resist harmful suggestions, and that stopped suggestions quickly taking root as irresistible necessities.  With a little extra current he could dramatically increase the subject’s susceptibility to trance.

Of course, this work was approved by no ethics committee, and there was no way he could legally obtain test subjects.  But Frank didn’t care.  He had had his eye on a pretty blonde woman at his local café, and when he thought the device was ready, he abducted her outside her apartment one night and brought her back to his laboratory in the boot of his car.

He strapped her into a chair, and applied the electrodes to her head, and began the hypnosis process.

The first suggestions were simple and necessary – she would never tell anyone about her abduction or treatment.  In fact, her conscious mind would have no memory that it had happened.  She would think all the things he did to her were the natural thoughts of her own brain.   But once a week she would return here in a trance and report to him what had happened – and then strip naked so he could fuck her.

Fucking her would be nice, but it was humiliating her and wrecking her life that really turned him on.

His original idea had been to turn her into a bimbo – unable to think straight about anything except sex while her cunt was wet, and desperately motivated to keep herself wet and make herself sexually attractive for men.  

But when he questioned her and found out that she was a feminist academic, he had a better idea – almost the reverse of what he had first envisioned.

“You will find it hard to think straight unless your cunt is wet,” he told her.  “Your brain will be dull and clouded and you will be aware that you need to masturbate to be able to clear it.”

Then he added the second step.  “You will also be subconsciously aware that you can only orgasm from betraying your feminist principles.  The more outrageous the betrayal, the more unethical, the more consequences you would face if someone knew about it, the bigger your orgasm will be.”

And then he set her loose.

When she returned to him after a week she was wearing a tight pink top and short skirt and her hair was in pigtails.  She told him she felt confused and weird and guilty by having to masturbate before she could even *understand* her own work, about constantly touching her pussy every few minutes just so that she could make sense of big words like “feminism” and “inequity” and “patriarchy”.  She told him that she had grown increasingly frustrated with her inability to cum until she had gone to the university one day wearing the outfit she was currently wearing.  When she had seen herself in a mirror in her office looking like a pretty pink fuckdoll she had orgasmed on the spot.

But it had been a small orgasm – a weak one.  And she whined over how unsatisfactory it was.

She orgasmed on his cock, of course, and she allowed for how that was more satisfying.

The next week when she came back she told him that she’d begun commenting on misogyny forums online under a pseudonym, agreeing with essays about how women were stupid and how rape was justified, while furiously masturbating to orgasm.  In the last two days she’d started making her own posts about how she was just a dumb cunt that needed to be fucked.

He smiled indulgently, and fucked her until she was on the edge of orgasm.  Then he led her over to the computer, and supervised her as she changed her pseudonym on the forums to her real name, and changed her user avatar to a photo of her naked that showed both her face and her bare tits.

When he then Googled her name, and her forum account appeared on the middle of the second page of results, she spontaneously orgasmed.

In the third week, she confessed to having placed spy cameras in women’s toilets and changerooms around her university.  She shared the footage of unsuspecting young women undressing with him as he fucked her, and again he stopped before letting her cum, and directed her to write emails to the women that she recognised enclosing the footage and ordering them to send even more explicit and compromising images if they didn’t want their nude bodies to be shared online.

“When you have enough material to truly ruin their lives,” he told her, “you’ll instruct them to drop out of university and get pregnant if they want you to keep their secrets.”

In the fourth week she explained how she had made one of the university students she was blackmailing lick her pussy in her university office.  She wasn’t even a lesbian – but neither was the girl she was blackmailing, and the combination of their mutual distaste for the act and humiliation at performing it, and her knowledge that she was only doing it to degrade her own gender, had given her an amazing orgasm.  

He prompted her for ideas on how she might further degrade this girl while betraying her feminist ideals, and she came up with a surprisingly creative one – each morning she would rip pages from feminist textbooks in her house, ball them up, and shove them up her cunt.  Then, at her university office, she would pull them out of her wet fuckhole and make her submissive blackmailed whore eat them.

She also revealed that, without prompting, she had booked herself in for plastic surgery to get giant bimbo tits, and that next week she would have her hair dyed blonde and styled into a sluttier look.  She had stopped wearing panties entirely.

In week five she caught an 18-year-old schoolgirl on her way home, dragged her into an alley, and raped her.  She photographed her victim’s nude body and sent the nude photographs to every male contact she could find on the girl’s phone.

In week six – now sporting giant sexy fake tits – she told all her male acquaintances that she had vivid rape fantasies, and hinted that they should make them come true.  She was raped five times in that week alone, three of them violently, and she discovered that she was able to orgasm from pain while crying.

He let her continue this for nearly five months, by the end of which she had raped dozens of women, been raped by dozens of men, and blackmailed over 30 promising young intelligent girls into dropping out of college and becoming unwilling, humiliated breeders, with bellies that would soon swell with pregnancy and tits that would soon become engorged with milk.

She was fired from her university position in the fourth month, and in the fifth month the police came for her.  She would spend many years in jail, where she would continue to be compelled to betray her feminist principles on a daily basis in order to experience the orgasms she craved.

It didn’t matter to Frank, because the procedure worked – and by that time he had abducted ten more pretty young academics, politicians and businesswomen and given them the same treatment, and once they learned how stupid they were when they weren’t horny, and how badly they needed to cum, they would be just as eager to betray their gender for the pleasure of an orgasm…

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6 thoughts on “Story: Pleasure in Betrayal

  1. But once a week she would return here in a trance and report what had happened to him – and then strip naked so he could fuck him.

    should be

    But once a week she would return here in a trance and report what had happened to her – and then strip naked so he could fuck her.

      1. This tripped me up as well. Perhaps this would be more clear
        “But once a week she would return here in a trance and report to him what had happened…”

  2. ” iron clad” should be one word, I believe.

    “commenting on misogyny forums” would be better as “on misogynistic forums.” I think. But perhaps that’s a niggle.

    1. “Ironclad” only needs to be one word if it’s referring to a warship.
      https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ironclad_warship

      Otherwise “iron clad”, “iron-clad” and “ironclad” are all interchangeable because the component words are used in their ordinary English context (albeit non-literally) rather than having a special idiomatic meaning.

      A “misogyny forum” is a forum about misogyny, such as e.g. r/MisogynyGoneWild.
      A “misogynistic forum” would be a forum on any topic where the users or discourse are disrespectful to women.

      But thanks as always for checking!

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