Story: The Stepford Pattern, Part 8

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Hayley’s degradation video was much like the one that Jenny had described making.

Hayley emerged nude from the computer room, seeming like she was barely aware of Harrison or Jenny or Cait, holding her phone and using it to film herself. Jenny had described ordering a can of dog food from a delivery service, but Cait was prepared and had a can of dog food ready, which she handed to Hailey.

Hayley took it to the kitchen and opened it with a can opener.  They all watched as she pushed   chunks of the slimy, jellied meat up her spread fuckhole, until the entire can had been stuffed into her cunt.  Then she began to masturbate, still filming herself on her phone.

When she orgasmed, Cait slid a metal dog bowl across the floor to her, and Hayley began pulling the dog food out of her twat and dropping it into the bowl until her cunt was mostly empty.  Then she got down on all fours and ate the dog food – flavoured with her cunt juices – like an animal.

When she was done, she looked at the camera on her phone and said, “Feminists are stupid sluts.  We deserve to be raped.”

Then she ended the recording and fiddled with her phone for a bit.  

“She’s sending that recording to someone,” whispered Cait.

“Can we see who it is?” asked Harrison.

“Sure,” said Cait.  “Just wait.”

“No,” said Harrison.  “Jenny said she deleted the record when she did this so she wouldn’t know who she sent it to.”

He reached forward and snatched the phone out of Hayley’s hands.  Hayley looked at him for a moment, blank, not knowing what to do – and then, still in her trance, she rose, and walked back to the computer room.

Harrison looked at who Hayley had messaged, and then passed the phone to Cait.  “Does this mean anything to you?”

Cait looked at it.

“Barry Purcell,” she said. “I recognise his name.  He’s a men’s rights activist.  As a woman’s rights lobbyist, Hayley must have sparred with him a bunch of times.  She probably hates him as much as she hates any man – and she’s about to hate him even more, because there’s no way he won’t publicise this.”

Even as they watched, a message appeared on Hayley’s phone.

“r u drunk, bitch?  nice tits.  I like u eating dog food from ur cunt lk a bitch should.  Glad u learned ur place.  U need a fucking?”

And then a moment later:

“Sent this to some friends, they think it’s fucking funny.  Gonna love seeing u do ur next interview about why cunts deserve rights, because you know the interviewer is going to have seen this first and masturbated to it.”

Cait made an aroused sigh.  “That’s so hot.  God, I know it shouldn’t be, but seeing her just ruin her life like that – admit that she’s a depraved slut after spending her whole life arguing for the dignity of women – it makes me so wet.”

Harrison felt guilty.  He had done this to her – by raping her, and exposing her to the Pattern.  He had destroyed her life.  But it was for the good of women generally, including Jenny – wasn’t it?

And Cait was right – watching the proud feminist eat dog food out of her cunt on camera *had* been hot.  Not in spite of it being wrong – but because of it.

Hayley spent a little longer in the computer room.  Then she emerged again and headed to the shower.  This too, was something Jenny had reported doing.  Jenny had washed, and then shaved her pussy.  Hayley’s pussy was already shaved, but Cait had placed a razor and shaving cream in prominent view in case Hayley needed them anyway, along with a make-up kit.

When Hayley emerged from the shower, they knew, she would have completely emerged from her trance.  She would look into the bathroom mirror and, for the first time in her life, see the dumb slut she now believed herself to be.  Harrison kind of wanted to see her expression in that moment, but standing around in the bathroom might get in the way of her completing her final tasks for the Pattern.

Instead, they waited.

When Hayley finally emerged from the bathroom, she was a sight to behold.  She had washed her long red hair, and it hung damply against her shoulders and neck.  She had indeed shaved her cunt, leaving her pussy baby-smooth.  She had applied make-up – nothing over the top, but she had definitely deliberately taken the time to make herself look attractive and fuckable.

And she was crying.

“I’m such a dumb cunt,” she said – her first words after completing the Pattern.  “Oh, god.  I’m so sorry.  I fought for the rights of… of animals.  Of things designed for men to ejaculate into and breed.  I pretended they were people.  I… criticised men for disrespecting them.”  She made a retching sound.  “I feel like I might throw up.”

“It’s okay,” said Harrison.  He didn’t know what else to say.

“But… part of me still believes that women are people,” she went on.  “It hates that I’m saying this.  It hates me.  It hates *you* – for doing this to me.  But *I* don’t hate you.  I’m… I’m grateful.  For helping me understand.  I’m grateful that you raped me.  God, I hate the idea that there are men in my life who might have wanted to fuck me, and I didn’t let them.  And I hate the idea that I’m thinking that.  I don’t… I don’t want to be a whore.  But I know that I am.  I’m so confused.”

“It’s okay,” said Harrison again, and then – “I’ll give you what you need.”

And with that, he stepped towards her and grabbed her large tits in his hands, and pulled.  She lost her balance, and toppled forward, and Harrison caught her, with one hand on her chest and one on her throat.  He pushed her back against the wall of the room, and then slapped her across the face.

“You stupid fucking cunt,” he snarled.

She needed to believe that he didn’t see her as a human.  She needed to believe that he was committed to her rape and degradation.  That was the only way she would be honest with him about her thinking under the Pattern – and the only way he could save her, and Jenny, and Cait, and all the other girls.

He slapped her across the face, and then across the tits twice.  And then he took out his cock, forced her legs apart with his knee, and shoved his dick into her pussy.

He had to admit that it wasn’t as good, now that she was submissive, and now that a large part of her wanted to be treated this way.  It had been more fun when she hated it, and more fun when she struggled.  Maybe if they needed to test the Pattern on another girl, he would keep her longer and fuck her more times before converting her.  Or maybe they should abduct a pretty, innocent girl, and not convert her at all – as a control, maybe.  To see how her brain responded to rape compared to a girl under the Pattern.

He shook his head.  These were perverted thoughts.  He didn’t want to rape girls – he wanted to help them.  All this was necessary, and in the best interests of Jenny.

He slapped Hayley twice more and then grabbed her nipple and pulled until she began to squeal and thrash.  The hint of struggle was enough to take him over the edge, and he felt himself ejaculating inside her.  He kissed her as he orgasmed, and he felt her orgasm against him when he did.

Afterwards she rested her head against his chest.

“Thank you,” she purred.  “Thank you for raping me.  Thank you for slapping me.  Thank you for showing me my true worth.”  But she was crying again.

“Do you want to be free from these new thoughts, about how you’re a worthless cunt?” Harrison asked her.

She looked at him with wide, tear filled eyes.  

“I can’t… I can’t say yes,” she whispered.

“But you want to,” he replied.

She could give him no sign that he was correct, but he knew that he was.

“Do you want it to be a secret?” he asked her.  “About what a perverted worthless cunt you are?”

This time she could say yes – and she did, by nodding her head desperately.

“That might be hard,” he told her.  And then he showed her her phone – first the video of her eating dog food that had been in her cunt, and then the messages from Barry Purcell.

Her eyes went wide, and she began to make little choking sounds.

“No,” she said.  “Please, no.”

“I didn’t do this,” said Harrison.  “You did.  Some part of you understood that you deserved this.”

“He hates me,” said Hayley.  “He hates me so much.  He’ll show this to everyone.  He’ll put it on the internet.  He’ll show it to journalists.  He’ll send it to my friends.  He’ll send it to my *father*.”

“That’s right,” said Harrison.  “Soon everyone you’ve ever known will have seen you masturbating nude with dog food in your cunt and saying that feminists deserve rape.”

She began to *really* cry then – deep, wailing sobs – and the only way to shut her up was to slap her, push her to her knees, and then shove his dick into her mouth, plugging it.  It took a couple more slaps to get her to start sucking, but her tears felt nice on his cock and against his belly.  And he had the satisfaction of knowing this was all for the greater good.

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When he had ejaculated down Hayley’s throat, he led her to Jenny’s cage, and put her in it with Jenny.

“Be entertaining,” he said to the girls, and to his pleasure they immediately began to kiss and squeeze each other’s tits, immediately lost in lust.

He watched them a little, and then went to find Cait.

She was in the computer room, looking at the data they had received from Hayley’s conversion.

“Is it useful?” he asked her, as she stared at the screen.  He hadn’t bothered to put his cock away, and it was still covered in cum and Hayley’s saliva.  He enjoyed the way that Cait would keep stealing guilty, hungry glances at his dick when it was exposed.

“I think so,” said Cait.  “It confirms a theory I had.”

But she looked unhappy.

“Isn’t confirming a theory a good thing?” he asked her.

She sighed.  “It’s not a theory I like,” she said.

“Tell me,” said Harrison.

“I told you that the Pattern was based on my work,” said Cait.  “A weakness I found that largely only existed in women’s brains – a kind of hack based around vision and memory.”

“Yes,” said Harrison.  “Go on.”

“That was only half of the puzzle,” said Cait.  “The designers of the Pattern have found a second weakness – and when they’re combined, it renders women subject to this kind of reprogramming.”

“What’s the second weakness?” asked Harrison.

“Here,” said Cait.  She pointed to what appeared to be a map of brain activity, although Harrison could make little sense of it.  She was indicating an area near the amygdala.

“What is it?” he asked.

“It’s what was thought to be a vestigial area of the brain, rarely used,” said Cait.  “But in women it awakens when they’re ovulating, pregnant, or experiencing sexual pleasure.  In many ways it’s quite literally the biological clock – the urge for women to make babies.  It’s a very old part of the brain, and evolution has only made it stronger because, after all, the women who *do* breed are the ones who pass on their genes.”

“Does it have a name?” asked Harrison.

“No, but it’s mostly concerned with things going in and out of a woman’s pussy, so let’s call it the Cunt Brain,” said Cait.  “Now, as you know, normally hypnosis can only make you do things that you actually want to do, right?”

“Yes,” said Harrison.  “But the Pattern doesn’t work that way.”

“That’s what we thought,” said Cait, “but we were wrong.  What the Pattern does is take my research – certain ways of stimulating the parts of a woman’s brain related to vision and memory – and use them to patch into the Cunt Brain.  And as far as the Cunt Brain is concerned, women very much *do* want to be raped, owned and bred.  In fact, in that part of their brain, that’s *all* they want.  And that part of the brain is very powerful, once awakened, so when we give it these suggestions that women should degrade and enslave themselves for male cock, it responds with a very enthusiastic ‘yes’ – no matter what the rest of her brain may desire.”

“So Jenny and Hayley are thinking with their Cunt Brain?” asked Harrison.

“Not exactly,” said Cait.  “The normal parts of their brain are working.  They’re having lots of thoughts – primarily related to fear, humiliation, shame, and misery – but those thoughts are just noise.  They can’t meaningfully act on them, because the Cunt Brain is driving.  All their conscious thought is rendered secondary by their – well, by their basic nature as women, I guess.”

“What can we do about it?” asked Harrison.

“I don’t know  yet,” said Cait.  “I suspect that to reverse the Pattern I’ll need to find some way to – well, to put the Cunt Brain back to sleep, so that the conscious mind can reassert control.  But I don’t know how to do that, at this point.”

“What do you need?” he asked.

“For now – time to think,” said Cait.  “I need to go over what I’ve got, and come up with some new theories and ideas to try.  I can take further readings on Jenny and Hayley to see how their brains are working.  You can play with them, and try and get their lives sorted out.”

She took a deep breath.

“But eventually,” she said, “we *will* need to abduct another girl for me to test on.  So you might like to start thinking about girls you know who might be easy to abduct, and who you’d enjoy repeatedly raping…”

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