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Harrison pulled Jenny out of her dog cage and dragged her to his bedroom by her hair.
“Stop struggling, you dumb slut,” he growled. “This is what you’re good for.”
He knew she wouldn’t – couldn’t – stop struggling. She needed to be raped. But it felt good to say it.
When he got her to the bedroom, he threw her on his bed, climbed on top of her naked, and then slapped her face, repeatedly – maybe six or seven times – until she started to cry. Then he pushed his cock into her lesbian pussy and began the enjoyable process of raping her.
“Degrade yourself,” he told her. “Tell me what a useless cunt you are while I fuck you. And I want you to cum. If you don’t cum before I do, I’ll punish you.”
“I’m a dumb slut,” Jenny breathed. “I’m a stupid big-titted whore. Lesbians deserve rape. I’m a useless cunt…”
And soon, to Harrison’s delight, she *did* cum – orgasming from rape once again, orgasming from cock despite all her protestations of being a lesbian. It felt so good to feel her shake and tremble beneath him that it triggered his own orgasm, and soon he was flooding her womb once again with his semen.
After he was done, he made her suck him clean, and then feed herself the sperm that dripped from her fuckhole, but when she had eaten as much of his cum as she could he let her move back up the bed so her face was near his.
“Thank you,” she said in a small voice.
“For what?” he said.
“Thank you for raping me,” she said. “Thank you for treating me as I deserve. Thank you for…”
She couldn’t say it, but he could see it in her big, wide eyes. She was thanking him for taking control of her, giving her the abuse that she craved in a focused, structured way so that she would delay the self-destruction of her entire life. He was helping her, by abusing her and raping her, and she was grateful.
“You’re welcome,” he said, and kissed her on the lips. She couldn’t kiss him back voluntarily, at first – she went stiff with resistance, and tried to turn her head away, so he had to slap her again to get her to comply – but once he had forced her participation, she kissed him with passion that felt genuine. Her body melted against him pleasingly, her soft, large tits against his chest, her legs entwining with his.
“I really like you, Jenny,” he said, “and I want to look after you. And right now that means treating you like the brainless fake-lesbian fucktoy that you are. I know that you understand that. Any time I slap you, it means that I really care about you. Making you cry and causing pain in your body are how I’m going to rescue you. You should feel lucky when you’re crying that someone cares enough about you to torture you. It’s okay if you feel grateful for that.”
Jenny nodded, and he smiled and stroked her hair.
“I’ve been doing research on your condition,” he said. “Right now, the Stepford Pattern is trying to break you down, so that you know with every part of your body that you’re not human, that you don’t deserve rights or love or dignity or comfort, that you’re an object or animal that brings pleasure to men by letting them rape and abuse you. When your brain hits that place, it’s going to let you start learning to be happy again.”
She whimpered in his arms.
“Basically we’ve got two ways we can go with this,” he said. “One way is to accept that there’s no way out of the Stepford Pattern, and just accelerate your conditioning so that you hit rock-bottom faster, so that you can move on to your happy new life faster. And the other way is to keep trying to find a way to break the Pattern altogether.”
She held still, waiting to hear what he would do, knowing that she was at his mercy.
“I’m going to keep trying to break the Pattern,” he said. “I think it’s far too early to give up. But that means we need to hold you in this space of degradation and self-destruction. If we take you all the way down, it will be too late to turn you around later. But if we don’t let you progress a little, I risk you trying to get away from me so that you can finish burning down your life. Do you understand?”
She nodded. He took the chance to kiss her again, and her lips were soft and warm.
“Look,” he said, and grabbed a piece of paper from beside the bed. “I printed this off earlier. The Stepford Pattern people call it ‘the eight basic instructions’. It’s the things that you have been programmed to do in your destruction phase to take apart your identity.”
The list was short:
ACCEPT THE INEVITABILITY OF RAPE AND LEARN TO AUTOMATICALLY ENCOURAGE IT
LOSE YOUR INDEPENDENCE. OWN NOTHING. ENSURE YOU ARE UNABLE TO MEET YOUR BASIC NEEDS WITHOUT MALE PERMISSION AND ASSISTANCE.
PERMANENTLY ALTER YOUR BODY FOR MEN’S SEXUAL ENTERTAINMENT.
ENSURE THAT THE ONLY PEOPLE IN YOUR LIFE ARE PEOPLE WHO ENJOY RAPING AND ABUSING YOU
BETRAY YOUR FEMINISM. CONTRIBUTE TO THE OPPRESSION, EXPLOITATION AND DEGRADATION OF YOUR GENDER.
MAKE SURE THE WHOLE WORLD KNOWS YOU ARE A DISGUSTING SLUT, AND THAT ANY NEW PERSON MEETING YOU CAN EASILY DISCOVER THAT
ABANDON YOUR INTELLIGENCE AND EDUCATION. DELIBERATELY LEARN WRONG THINGS. ALWAYS AGREE WITH MEN.
FORGET YOU WERE A HUMAN THAT HAD A NAME AND A PERSONALITY. EMBRACE YOUR TRUE ROLE AS AN ANIMAL AND AN OBJECT
As soon as Jenny saw it, she began to masturbate. Her eyes widened and she made little pathetic noises as her breathing quickened.
Surprised – and a little alarmed – Harrison removed it from her sight. Her eyes returned to normal and her masturbation slowed.
“You like those ideas, huh?” he asked. “They’re basically the centre of your hypnotic programming, and as long as you feel like you’re moving towards accomplishing them, you should be fine to stay under my control. So they’re pretty awful, but” – he coughed, remembering to mistreat her – “you obviously deserve them, so we’ll make a plan to just keep you heading towards them at all times.”
He looked into her eyes and said, “I think we might start with the second one. Transferring all your possessions and assets into my ownership. Obviously you can’t be trusted with them in this state anyway. I can look after them for you. Does that sound good, Jenny?”
She shook her head vehemently – but of course, she couldn’t consent to things. She had to be forced.
“Don’t worry, Jenny,” he said. “I’ll make you hurt until you agree, for your own good.”
And he kissed her again.
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He put Jenny back in her cage when he was done with her, and returned to his computer. He needed to find a lawyer who could be trusted to transfer Jenny’s assets into his name without asking too many difficult questions about Jenny’s consent or why they wanted to do this.
It occurred to him that the same forums that discussed the Stepford Pattern might be a good place to look for such recommendations, and he logged back into the primary such group – a darkweb community called “The Bitch Kennel”.
But upon logging in he found a message in his inbox. It was from a user called “GoodCunt332”. There was a picture attached showing a woman’s naked groin, with the words “Please Rape Me” tattooed above her cunt, and a single line of text:
“Why do you want to know so much about the Stepford Pattern?”
Harrison stared at the message, and considered.
His first panicked thought was that it might be a threat – someone who suspected him of trying to free a girl, or identify and penalise the Pattern’s creators. But would someone with those suspicions communicate with him in this way? Wouldn’t they just block him? Or ask him about his identity?
So it made sense to assume that wasn’t the purpose of the message. And he decided to assume that the sender was, as the username and picture implied, a woman, and one who had already been exposed to the Pattern herself.
Why would she send him this message? Did she want an owner? But if so, why not just give him her name and location? And why him, rather than any of the other men in the community?
So maybe she wanted something else.
Maybe she wanted help.
Of course, she couldn’t ask for help, any more than Jenny could. In fact, if she’d been exposed to the Pattern, she couldn’t even be truthful with him unless she was sure that he was willing to rape, abuse and degrade her.
How should he respond?
Would her programming make her cut off contact if he told her that he wanted to help her? It hadn’t driven Jenny away – but he’d been physically present when he told her that, able to restrain her, and she’d been under his control in one way or another at every point since. Ideally he wouldn’t say anything that suggested he didn’t approve of enslaving women to this woman until he was close enough to grab her.
But that wasn’t an option, and the cautious way she had approached him suggested that she wouldn’t give him that chance if he didn’t give her the right answer to her question.
Did he even want to help her? Managing Jenny was hard enough.
But perversely, that made it easier to decide. He could take a chance on her, and if it didn’t work out – well, that was fine too.
But as much as he needed to give her the answer she wanted, he also needed to give her the answer the Pattern wanted.
“Nice cunt, you dumb bitch,” he typed. “Mostly what I want is to slap your stupid whore face and rape you until you cry. Isn’t that why you submitted to the Pattern? But also I’d like to know how to control the Pattern – and how to turn it off – so that you won’t have a hypnotic excuse for why rape makes you wet.”
Was it too much? Too little?
There was no way to tell. He pressed send.
He didn’t have to wait long for a reply. It was in his inbox within ten minutes.
“I think I know how to subvert the Pattern,” it said, “but I’m too much of a stupid cunt to do it to myself. I need a man to make it happen. And it needs to be a man who I know will treat me as I deserve. I can’t consent, but I know that won’t stop you. Please abduct me and rape me. I need it so badly.”
There was another photo attached. This one showed the face of a beautiful elegant redhead in her mid 20s. There was a name – “Hayley Constance” – and a location, the address of a women’s rights lobby in the centre of town.
Harrison stared at it, and thought about what the woman was proposing.
She wanted him to abduct her, in public, outside her workplace, and rape her. He would be required to slap and subdue a woman he had never met, and then force his cock into her while she struggled and tried to scream. It would be a horrible, violent violation.
It was a violation that she wanted. And it would be for her own good. And it could lead him to a cure for Jenny – and for this woman – and for any other woman who had become trapped in the Stepford Pattern.
It would be heroic, in a way.
And as he looked at the picture, and felt his cock hardening, he knew that he was going to do it.
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I know how this is probably going to end but I still hope Harrison finds a way to save Jenny or at least finds a way for Jenny to still function as a person by the end.
The plan was for a semi-happy ending but this story has taken the reins from the very start and keeps wanting to be darker and nastier than I had originally intended it. So I really have no idea where it’s going. It’s frustrating!
I’m sorry that you feel you’ve painted yourself in a corner. I was thinking a few things and I’ll just toss them out here, if they spark you creativity great, if not no harm
– New person doesn’t want to make decisions, trauma, neurotype, kink, volunteered for Pattern after disappointing hypno attempts, looking for something legit
– The two have someone to experiment on, fellow still wants to save her, and all the discards they end up collecting as duck these incel folk just looking to do harm and jealous
– Slow corruption of him of course as we’ve already started
– She is able to keep her faculties, education and scientific mind, with his computer know how to try slowing down and reversing
– Ends up with like a VR connection that them destroying these abandon people buys her more time
– Maybe eventually stable, farming out to keep everyone feed and housed, etc
– Maybe blackmail or dirt so when they do unravel it that can get police to scoop up pattern makers, and or set up lives for victims
– Pussy sanctuary as it were
– Lets you corrupt the initial subject over and over and work guilt of sacrificing others to maintain their treading water position
Sorry, when I say “I have no idea where it’s going”, I don’t mean that I’m out of ideas, I mean that the ideas come to me as I write, rather than conforming to something I had planned in advance.