Hey guys! Briefly back with another free use story. Next one might just be regular hypnosis, since I did really enjoy it in this one. If you have any comments, questions or suggestions, leave them below! I try and reply to everyone.
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Christine was always a rebellious girl. In fact, she didn’t even go by her birth name anymore, and went by Punk the second she moved away for college. She never liked her family, and the restrictive nature that her mother had. Out of spite, she went to a radically different style the second she got off on her own place. Hair dye, piercings, ripped clothing, and a pissed off attitude. Despite being shy before, she made a point to keep a stern face, the kind that told men to fuck off.
That isn’t to say she didn’t make friends. She made a lot in fact when she started going to her women’s studies course. A large group of mostly women helped her understand the rough go she had at life until then. They taught her about feminism, patriarchy, and women’s rights in general. She even embraced being bisexual, and dated one of the girls briefly, but stopped after communication went south. Punk was after all much more into the protesting than she was listening.
In between rallies, she found a boyfriend after a hookup at a party. What started first as just a quick fling led to her in his bed fairly consistently. She accepted when he asked her out, but did her best to act chill about it. After all, she wanted to live a sexually free life, but he’d been her best lay for quite some time. *It’s just a way to keep him to myself,* she thought. *What’s wrong with me acting like a male for once and just taking something?*
It was a day like any other for her when she got the news that the free use law had passed. Of course she fought against it, but the men in charge of course didn’t care. She watched the anchorwoman getting fucked on tv while announcing the news with a growl on her face. It wasn’t long before she got fed up and woke up her boyfriend, Cena. Half awake, he rubbed his eyes and nodded along as she explained the utter bullshit of the law.
“It’s misogyny! Bullshit, women having to serve men sexually… can you imagine this? Get out of bed! You should be up in arms about this!” Punk said, shaking his shoulder.
“Ugh, come on, it’s early for me, you know I had a long night. Had to work on that government project for my final.” Cena replied, rolling over. “Why don’t you get a headstart on protesting for me?”
*Can’t trust men for anything. Of course a male wouldn’t care about this!* She thought to herself, flipping him off even though he couldn’t see. With a quick stop to the bathroom, she made sure her hair was properly swept to the side before she put on her clothes. A crop top and leather jacket, along with some ripped jeans. She used to wear dresses and the like, but along with her punk name came a change in wardrobe.
Stepping outside of the apartment, she had fury on her mind. She thought about bringing her pepper spray with her, but felt it was better to just yell. It was all that filled her head, the image of a random male getting the full brunt of her fury. It was hard to tell whether a fit of screaming alone would be enough. In the past it had been easy for her to get men, even taller ones, to back down from her by sheer stubbornness. As for now, she found her target. He wasn’t a man in a position of power or anything, but that didn’t bother her any, a janitor was still a man.
*Any male benefits from this shit, doesn’t matter who. I just need to rage. This guy looks like a push over anyway.* She thought to herself, stomping up towards him in the reception area.
He was sweeping the floor trying to clean up some spilled cereal from a drunken escapade last night. Punk moved in front of him with a hard glare on her face. At first he took a step back, glancing between her and the mess he wasn’t finished with. He was a portly fellow, round and definitely a decade older than her. She raised her finger to get in his face when suddenly his expression changed. It threw punk off, watching the normal shock and apprehension melt from his face as he glanced down at her chest.
“Oi! Listen to me when I’m talking to you, pig!” She yelled, hands going confidently to her hips. “Did I give you permission to stare at my chest?!”
“No, I… wait, that new law passed today.” He said, briefly bringing his hands up to defend myself. “Is that why you’re yelling at me? Aren’t you one of those girls in the feminist group?”
“Just listen, pig, I’m here to let you know I’m not some fucking sex object. If I see you trying to touch me or any other girl inappropriately, I’m going to take your balls in my hands and—!”
Her voice was sharply cut off by a powerful slap to her face. The blow was hard enough to make her stumble, completely catching her off guard. This gave the janitor time to grab her by the wrist and force her over the reception desk. Her bravado was ripped from her posture just as quickly as she had been manhandled. Balancing back in fear, she saw him undo his belt and pants with one hand, the other holding her down. His biceps were thicker than her calves, and it was only now apparent that wasn’t just fat. A sense of weakness, the gender disparity, became plainly obvious to her.
“H-Hey, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?! We’re in public!” She said, voice shaking as she tried to remain in control. “I’ll scream! Let me go, or… o-or my boyfriend will kill you!”
“Nice try, but threats like that don’t work anymore.” He said with a snort of laughter. “You know how much you slut teased me back when I was in school? Or hell, even here at work? This is gonna be what you deserve.”
Punk grit her teeth and frantically looked around the desk for anything she could use to distract or get him off of her. All thoughts of escape melted when she felt him yank her pants down. The fear had completely melted the hope of escape, and now replaced it with a tearful resignation. For the first time in a while, she started crying, feeling him press his tongue against her pussy and lap at it gently. She felt disgusted and used, squeezing her eyes shut to try and forget they were in public. The scream she’d previously threatened lumped in her throat, almost making her choke.
The janitor didn’t waste long eating her out, only wanting to spend enough time to lube her up before he went in. His cock was thick, but shorter than her boyfriend’s. Still, it didn’t prevent it from hurting when he recklessly slammed himself inside her. She thrashed about under his grip, trying to squirm away, or at least make the rape difficult, but failed to even make a dent in his efforts. Thick hands held firmly onto her slender shoulders. There was little time given to even adjust to it, several minutes passed by and she was already hearing him pant. Her eyes were swollen red with tears by now, and she knew no one was cumming. Only when his cock spasmed, flooding her womb with cum, did she find her voice again.
“F-Fuck you…!” She said, twitching as she felt painfully on edge.
He pulled himself out and let her slump to the floor. With a whimper, she felt him wipe his cock off using her hair. It was cut short, obviously, but the brunette color would only make the cum stand out more before it dried up. The cops arrived soon after in response to the noise, but she was resigned to the new world. Even though the janitor didn’t want to charge her for failing to please him, they took her into the station anyway due to all her thrashing and yelling at the police.
The time in jail was unsurprisingly worse off. The jail was filled with more women than usual, most of them there for rejecting a man’s advances or just failing to get them off. All of the men in the cells occupied themselves with groping and raping them. Punk’s shirt was heavily stained with cum, both male and female, by the time an officer came to let her out. She had a furious glare painted on her face, but her mouth was zipped tight. While she would have screamed at the officers in the past, the threat of rape or slaps was keeping her quiet. This did not mean her head was any less filled with obscenities, however.
As she rounded the corner into reception, she found Cena waiting for her. He was speaking to the front desk officer, who was busy having sex with a female officer that had shown up to work. Only a snippet of their conversation could be heard before he noticed her.
“Yeah, she’s one of those types… sorry if she gave you guys trouble.” Cena said to the officer before turning to Punk. “Oh hey, sweetie. Let’s get you home already, okay?”
She refused to answer him, eyes locked onto the floor. Still, she walked side by side with him into the car, doing her best to hide the stains on her clothing. The car ride home wasn’t any more talkative than that. Tension was clear through the whole trip, but Cena wasn’t going to share in it, leaving the brunt of the frustration doubling back on Punk. It was clear she wanted to shout at him, to belt into him for not being there for her. At the same time she was still feeling intense shame and impotence from the law and the raping that came from it.
When they finally got home, Punk sat cross armed on the couch, waiting for Cena to apologize to her. They both stared each other down for a long while, waiting for the other to start speaking first. About a minute in, an idea came to Cena instead. Rather than play against her rebellious nature, he could put some of his own efforts to work.
“You know, I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you earlier. Since you’ve gone through a lot, I want to try and help you out some. Listen… you know how I’ve been working with the government on something as part of my final?” Cena said, getting closer to her and kneeling down.
“Yeah…?” Punk said, arms still crossed and cautiously angry at him. “What, are you saying you helped push this bullshit into place? If you do, I swear I’ll—!”
“Calm down! It’s not like I’m a poli-sci major, Punk, christ. Listen, all you need to do is watch this thing I’ve been working on. The government was trying to get us to make it, and said it might help explain the new stuff going on.” He said, standing back up and moving to his school bag. “You can watch it and try to spot any faults in it. Get an upper hand when facing the opponent, you know? This is a government secret thing, so I could get in a LOT of trouble for showing it to you.”
Punk’s anger abated a bit, and her arms lowered down. “Um, wow, thanks Cena. If you’re being real with me, this means a whole lot. I could even show this to my friends back at the feminism society, we could use it against them if it’s something really good!”
He smiled at her sweetly, and she flashed one back. Even if she had been angry at him only a few minutes ago, she felt like she could forgive him. Cena was, after all, the best at getting her to melt her bitchy attitude. After some rummaging he took out an ordinary looking blu-ray disc and placed it in his computer. Punk walked over and put on the over the ear headphones. As the disc loaded in, she crossed her legs and stared intently at the screen.
Rather than what she expected, it loaded in as an executable file, rather than a folder. Cena opened it up and started selecting some settings while she watched. Things like single person, run time length, intensity. If it really is some kind of training program, I should pay attention as best as possible, keep notes of their bullshit. She thought to herself, reaching over the desk and grabbing a loose notebook and a pencil.
“Is it alright if I take notes? I just want to remember the stuff to strike down.” Punk said with a smirk. “Bet the pigs who made this put a bunch of coded language in or something.”
“Yeah, definitely some coded language here.” Cena said with a laugh. “Totally, take as many notes as you feel like taking. Things might go a little fast though, I’ll leave the room while you work on it. Once you get to the end, just hit the button in the center, should exit you out.”
Punk nodded and watched him leave the room before pressing the start button and excitedly holding her pencil down to the page. She’d already been trained in analyzing media for sexism and racism, and had always gotten high marks in her ability to interpret visual media. If there was something she could dissect in the training, she would.
A sudden noise from the headphones made her wince. Unlike the dulcet tones of someone teaching, she was greeted by a high pitch noise that gradually lowered into an almost inaudible frequency. The surprise wore off quickly as she focused on the screen, hoping it was at least better produced than the audio. It started with a swirling pink image and gradually shifted to some text explaining the program. Mostly about how it was important to pay attention to the screen, but if you needed to blink or look away, to listen closer to the audio as compensation.
*Ugh, this stuff would be easier to read if the stupid swirl wasn’t still on the screen.* Punk thought to herself, marking down that the pink color for something feminine was a stereotype. As she wrote the note, she did try and focus more on the audio, but it felt just barely out of reach. She briefly thought of touching the volume, but as she looked back up at the screen she froze.
Underneath the swirl now was an image of a woman in a dress. She was sitting in a chair, poised perfectly with pristine makeup. The dress itself was a bright, pure white, with a slit on the skirt portion to expose her stocking covered thighs. At first she thought of noting down that the woman was eye candy, but she remembered this program was supposed to be for girls. Something was strangely enchanting about the woman, but even more so from the swirl covering her body.
*I wish I could see more of her without this swirl effect in the way.* Punk thought to herself, shifting uncomfortably in the seat. *Did I ever own a dress like that? It looks great on her, but it feels weirdly nostalgic. Kind of like I’d seen this before or something…*
After a minute or so of staring, the woman in the video let the dress slip down her shoulder. Some text flashed across the screen, and Punk blinked as she tried to process it. She only then realized she’d been inching her face closer to the screen as well. It felt hotter in the room now, no doubt owed in part to the flushness of her cheeks. The screen flashed more text just a little too quickly for her to read, and the woman was not exposing her chest entirely.
“What the hell kind of training is this?!” Punk said, frantically scrambling down notes onto the page, rapidly switching her gaze between the screen and her lap. “This is just eye candy, like I thought! But, it’s for me? I mean, for women… So why is this here?”
Her notes scrawled off past the word ‘naked’ as she continued to stare. More swirling colors obscured the slow strip tease for the viewer. Punk swallowed hard, doing her best to ignore the colors and the words flashing across the screen. Just as the dress was about to completely lift off, the program suddenly ended, and a black screen appeared.
“No, wait!” Punk said, jumping in her seat before clearing her throat and recollecting herself.
Just as Cena said, there was a button in the center of the screen to exit the program. Beneath it was a smaller button, same color as the swirl, which prompted her to replay the video. Glancing down at her scrawled notes, Punk felt an incredibly strong sense of dissatisfaction. Figuring it was that she failed to write down the notes, she pressed the replay button and tried to pay closer attention to things other than the woman. The noise was oddly more pleasant this time around, and felt soothing on her ears.
Even as she tried to focus on the text, it still went by too fast. The woman became more and more the focus of her attention. Oddly enough, this time she did actually take her clothes off completely. Punk felt the heat in the room increase enough to where she slipped out of her own jacket. Now naked, the woman on the screen sat back down in the chair, and stared out at Punk intensely. The swirling increased and punk strained her eyes to keep her in focus. Eventually it abated, to find the woman laughing lightly. An odd tinge of embarrassment flooded over Punk, painting her cheeks even pinker.
“Hey, are you paying attention?” The woman’s voice said, making Punk jump in her seat. “I’m so glad that you’re still watching. You’re being a good helper.”
The embarrassment was washed away so quickly that Punk let out a soft moan, giggling lightly before she tried to stay quiet. She watched the woman play with her own breasts and open her mouth to speak, but once more the video cut out. Punk didn’t feel the aggression from before this time, but just pure frustration. Without even glancing at her notes, she pressed the button to repeat the program. A few seconds in and she moved the notebook away, stuffing her hands between her legs as she watched more. Just as the woman got naked again, Punk felt the shame, and lost her stained shirt. Almost instantly she felt much better.
*Oh, right, it’s very hot in this room. I’m very hot, that’s why it feels better. Should probably lose my bra as well.* Cena did leave the room, right? Punk thought to herself, giving a worried glance to the door as she stripped her top off completely and relaxed into the seat while watching the woman once more.
As the swirl intensified again, Punk felt the shame rise and fall suddenly. Her teeth grit in frustration. Hatred for that shameful feeling swallowed whatever attention wasn’t glued to the monitor in front of her. Before she could get distracted, the woman was speaking again.
“There’s my little helper. I’m glad you’re enjoying the video so far. You must’ve felt those negative, shameful feelings too, huh?” The woman said, sliding a hand between her legs.
Punk nodded in response, transfixed on the hand snaking down the woman’s perfectly curvy body. Her breathing was steadier now, more in tune with the rhythm of the spiral.
“Don’t worry about that, I can help you get rid of those feelings too. If you would like them to stop, just watch the video again. Remember that if you stop the video, I can’t help you with those feelings, they’ll remain in the back of your mind like they did before. You’ll be a bad girl.”
At even hearing the words, Punk whimpered, squeezing her thighs together. The video stopped again and she quickly turned to face the door. No one was in the room with her, same as when she started. Her breathing rapidly hastened, she felt like something was wrong, but didn’t know what. Beads of sweat trailed down her exposed chest and stomach, making her glance downward. There she saw the ripped jeans still on.
*Right… stupid, you’re feeling hot. It’s so fucking hot in this room, it must’ve been Cena… Cena wants me hot? Whatever, if he wants it that way it’s fine. He’s helping me here anyway, I shouldn’t complain.* Punk thought to herself, standing up and slipping them off along with her panties.
When she sat down, she started the video up once again. Her body unconsciously mimicked the woman in the video now. As the dialogue started, she began playing with her breasts as well. Legs spread the same, she ran her middle finger over her clit, gasping slightly. The swirl seemed to make the sensations that much stronger. As punk listened to the audio once more, she now realized she felt much sexier than before as well. Where there had been shame during her first times watching, confidence surged in. At the point when relief came, she now only felt more aroused, both by herself and by the woman on the screen.
“See? It’s so much better when we’re like this. Naked, willing, sexual. You feel how much better it is to be without shame?”
Once more Punk nodded, only to have her eyes widen as a naked man came onto the screen as well. His cock was already hard, and the woman spread her legs apart for the camera, letting it show off as she played with her clit, kissing and licking the cock at the same time. Punk swallowed hard, rubbing her own clit and whining. That confidence from before, the security and sensuality, was rapidly draining from her. Before much suffering, the woman pulled her lips from the cock and looked back at Punk.
“Serving men is how you feel this way. You’ve always felt this way when serving men, it is only a matter of perspective. You’re such a good girl watching this far.”
Punk giggled to herself when being called a good girl and nodded absentmindedly. She didn’t fully understand what was being said, but she knew she wanted to do whatever the beautiful woman told her to do. As she waited for the video to end, she watched the woman hungrily suck the cock of the man. Punk came over her own fingers just as the man did, panting at the screen while she swallowed the load.
“If you feel like you’re in control, you can press the exit button now, and tell your handler that the program did not work. If you wish to be more controlled and happy, you will press the watch again button.” The woman said in a stern voice, almost frightening Punk.
As the black screen came up once again, Punk glanced down between her legs. The chair was stained slightly with glistening fluid. Her pale stomach and breasts were heaving in excitement. She felt like she was on verge of something incredible, but afraid of what that discovery might be.
*Wait, why did I ask Cena to show me this again? I wanted to learn. Cena should teach me more, I want to learn. Right, so this video is just helping me. I shouldn’t be afraid!* Punk thought, smiling to herself as she pressed the play again button before quickly fingering herself once more.
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Punk stood in the kitchen, cooking a breakfast skillet for herself and her boyfriend Cena. She wore nothing but an apron on, as well as a bright red collar with her name on the tag. Just as she turned off the heat, she felt a firm hand smack her ass, making her shiver with pleasure.
“Good morning, master!” Punk said, happily, getting on her tiptoes to kiss him on the lips, letting him grope her ass while doing so.
“Morning, sweetie. Remember to watch your training video this morning? You’ve still got about a week left before you’re set on the lesson.” Cena said, making a plate of food for himself.
“Yes, of course! God, I can’t believe I was stupid enough to really believe that women’s studies stuff they were telling me before. The lessons really laid it out well. You’re so smart, Cena, thank you for making them to help me understand.” Punk said, taking off the apron and arching her back to look as sexy as possible for him.
“No problem, babe. Women just aren’t smart enough to come up with this stuff on their own. I’ll help you figure out a lot more. Remember to clean the bathroom and kitchen after you’re done with classes today, alright? I’ll be fucking you before bed, got a long day of getting the program ready to brainwash dumb sluts.”
Punk giggled at every insult, practically skipping as she followed Cena to the dining table. “Of course, master! You’re so very kind for helping us out. I hope my other feminist friends are not giving you too much trouble. I would be ever so grateful if you would let me help you fuck them into place! Women are sexiest when they serve men, I feel bad so many of them are being unsexy…”
As he sat down and began to eat, she crawled underneath it and took his cock out of his boxers. She closed her eyes like the training video this morning told her, and pictured the spiral in her head. Waves of pleasure made her moan while she licked and kissed his cock, doing her best to please him while he ate. Cena’s hand went below the table and gently petted her hair, making her thoughts fizzle out and get fuzzy.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/o29ffn/feminism_with_an_emphasis_on_men_free_use_hypnosis