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CW: Hypno, misogyny, corruption

As Belle waited, she wondered exactly what she hoped to accomplish. It wasn’t as if representative Brock Newell would suddenly have a change of heart, become a champion for women’s rights. Hell, when had a “Brock” being anything but a complete pig? Okay, she was being unfair. Newell had seemed at least open in their email exchanges, even sent some video materials in preparation for the encounter; perhaps this meeting was coming from a place of sincerity. Still, Belle wondered if she was being used as a political prop, their “exchange of viewpoints” an excuse to namedrop her in press releases.

Looking around the waiting room, she felt some comfort in the fact that apparently Newell intended to honor her “no cameras” condition. Last thing she needed was for her image to show up in his stupid political ads, and the absence of a filming crew was at least reassuring.

That sense of calm was shattered the second the secretary came to fetch her. Jesus fucking Christ. He could at least have picked a secretary that looked competent instead of… well, like a goddamn Barbie doll. Belle was sure the woman’s resume had been very impressive, and that she had explained it to Representative Brock in detail, over several meetings. A pang of guilt struck her chest. Just because a woman chose to dress provocatively, it didn’t mean she was incompetent, she reminded herself. And besides, she was sure similar things had been said about herself behind her back. She was aware of her privileges, and pretty privilege was a very real thing. Clearly, she has a long way to go to become the progressive person she wanted to embody.

Belle suppressed a gag as she entered the office. There was being patriotic and then there was whatever the fuck Brock Newell was going for. Every surface was cluttered with flags, busts of founding fathers, commemorative coins, bald eagles… it had somehow gone past tacky and well into “gift shop” territory. Hell, it would be fun, in a camp way, if it had at least a hint of irony. And the man himself, of course, wore a comically large flag lapel pin. Belle looked around, partly to make sure she wasn’t dreaming, partly to make sure there were no cameras. She was caught by surprise by his outstretched hand.

Fine, fine, he did fill out the suit nicely. But his smile… too white, too bright, too rehearsed. She shook his hand and a strange shiver snaked up her spine.

“Thank you so much for meeting me, Miss Stoll”, he said.

“Doctor Stoll”, she corrected.

“Right, doctor Stoll, sorry”, he sheepishly said. Belle recalled his statements to the effect that “women’s studies are fake” and “a scam by woke universities”. That he had at least acknowledged her PHD was a good sign, she felt.

“Please, take a seat”, he offered. Belle sat down on a rather comfortable chair and took a deep breath, getting ready to go into the opening speech she had rehearsed a million times in her head”

“Congressman, I…”

He interrupted immediately. Of course he fucking did.

“Belle… can I call you Belle? Belle, look, let’s be honest here. You hate me. That’s okay, I don’t expect you to like me. We live in… different worlds, don’t we? I just hope we can at least have a conversation without tearing each other apart.”

Belle felt uneasy, and not just because of his using her name so casually.

“I feel ‘hate’ is a strong word…”

He laughed.

“Come on, Belle, you hate my guts! And I get it! You think I’m an asshole and that I hate women and that I want, I don’t know, to send y’all back to the kitchen or something! And, you know, I get why you think that. I know what I’ve said in cable news, how could you not think that? You get to watch me out there from the sidelines and not think about the base. The base, Belle, they need their red meat, and they are fucking ravenous. This is war, Belle, and there’s always someone out there looking to primary anyone that isn’t extreme enough. There’s always a fucking vulture, someone willing to say the things no one says, to be louder and more aggressive and the base, oh, they want loud, they want aggressive. They want strong, Belle. So yeah, in my position one has to go out there and look strong.”

Belle considered the words for a moment.

“So what you are saying is that you don’t really mean what you say. That if I attack you too much, you’ll get replaced by someone worse. That I would see you as the lesser evil, is that it?”

The congressman smiled.

“Oh, no, not at all. I mean every word. Well, maybe not the kitchen part. Women have so many other uses… but my point is, it’s not enough to be strong. One has to look strong for the base. One has to perform, to provide a bit of spectacle. And me changing your mind? Oh, that’s going to be such a feather in my cap!”

“Do you truly believe you can change my mind?”, asked Belle in disbelief.

“I already did. Cock.”

The word hit Belle like a tsunami. She recoiled in her seat, closing her eyes, trying to push away a dreadful darkness that seemed to both grow inside her and to be ramming against her head. What the fuck was happening?

“I knew you’d be diligent. Prepare before this meeting. Watch the videos. Weren’t they informational? Cock.”

“Stop…” muttered Belle. She could feel it, a wall crumbling inside her head, and behind it… something terrible. A her that was not her. A being that had been implanted inside her brain without her knowledge. Belle could sense its eagerness, its need to take over, its lust for control. Her breathing became quicker, shallow. Her heart pounded in her chest as she tried to fight back, to ignore the sensation between her legs, the words that flashed in her mind, scattered at first, gaining more and more solidity, more and more coherence, as if they simply… made sense. The shadow-her gained strength.

“I don’t know how much you know about computers, Miss Stoll. I can’t say I’m too well-versed myself, but the… people above assured me the videos would create a partition of sorts in your mind. One you wouldn’t be aware of. And in that partition we could create a new, better you. Like partition in a hard drive, they said. Can’t say I fully understand.”

“People… above?”

“There are always people above, Belle. That’s just how the world works. Those that shape it have the resources to remain anonymous, invisible to the public. And they have very definite ideas about how the world should run. Fighting them would be as futile as… well, as your current fight, actually. Cock. Cock. Cock.”

Cock. The word echoed in her mind, and in the space of that echo, something else, someone else slithered in. Except it wasn’t someone else. It was her. She felt like herself, at least. Mostly. She felt as if she had just opened her eyes to the truth for the first time.

“It’s only natural”, smiled Belle. “Some people are made to rule, and others made to serve. That’s just the way of the world.”

Congressman Brock looked at the activist. He needed to make sure.

“How so?”, he asked.

Belle stood up, stretching her body, moaning softly. “Isn’t it obvious? I mean, look at you. Look at me. You are bigger. Stronger. If you wanted to take me, I couldn’t stop you. And you want to know something? As much as I’d deny it, my fucking cunt would be so fucking soaked if you were to pin me down and ravage my pussy. Women… we pretend we want respect, we want to be independent, we want to be boss babes… bullshit. Deep down we all know what we need. We need to be conquered. Put in our place.”

“And what place is that?”, asked Brock, his cock already hardening. Belle gave him a knowing look and took a step towards him.

“You know perfectly what I mean. The place of a woman. Devoted. Taken. Living for what really matters. Cock. Living to please it. To serve it. To obey it. It’s just natural. We have holes, what else do you think we exist for? You have cocks to use us, we have holes to be used. Could it be more obvious? Look at me. Look at my body. I have thick lips and I wear lip gloss to make them look horny and wet. I have tits for men to look at and fondle. Hell, I’m wearing a push up bra right now! Look at these jeans, cut to perfectly show off my ass, my child-bearing hips. Everything I am… is one big advertisement for men, to make them choose my holes over the holes of another cunt! Am I seriously going to pretend I don’t want to be sexualized? Please, we both know it’s all an act…”

Belle rubbed the congressman’s cock over his pants and bit her lips. It felt so fucking good to finally be honest.

“You know, congressman? The whole sisterhood of women thing? Oh, such a lie. No one will tear a woman down like another woman. Because deep down we all want this. To know we made a man hard. To feel worthy. And nothing, nothing feels better than male attention. We want to be objects. Objects of desire. And we’ll do anything…”

Belle slowly went down to her knees. She made sure to keep her eyes on his, to be the best slut she could. It was only natural. Being a better, more depraved slut gave her a leg up on the competition. She undid his belt with reverence, pulled his pants down with a borderline religious parsimony. And there it was. The hard, imposing, conquering vehicle of power. The ultimate truth. The ultimate prize. His big, stiff cock. She felt her mouth flood with drool. She stuck her tongue out and let it fall on her blouse. Dignity was for men.

“It seems to me”, said Brock, “that you’re not being a very good feminist right now.”

“Fuck feminism!” said Belle before taking his cock as deep as she could. It was heaven, the way it filled her mouth, her throat. Its heat. The subtle sensation of blood rushing through its veins. This was all that mattered.

“Ah, fuck… You are making a very persuasive argument…”, he moaned.

Belle giggled and licked his cock lovingly, with genuine adoration. “I don’t need to be smart, I just need to be useful”, she said.

Brock fought the amazing sensations coursing through his body. He had a final step to take. He pulled his phone out and started filming Belle. As soon as she noticed the camera on her, Belle’s demeanor changed. She was being made porn, and she had to be the best porn possible. She looked at the camera, made sure it got the right angles, licked and worshipped that cock while her soaked pussy made her think of all the other cocks she’d make hard with her performance. There was no greater honor than being porn!

“You’ve said so many things, miss Stoll… care to correct the record?”

Belle smiled. She knew what he wanted, and would give it to him. Whatever men wanted, men got. She slowly undid her blouse. She teased a bit while removing her bra.

“This is what I’m for… what all women are for. We pretend we’re so strong and so independent… But we are so much happier as dumb, sexy cockslaves… Fuck feminism, fuck equality, fuck all that bullshit! We are tits and holes! This is our natural place, girls. Licking… worshiping a nice cock… it’s all we need. All we need to be is whatever cock wants… and we know it, don’t we? Come on, girls, look at me… look at this beautiful cock… are you going to pretend your pussies are not getting soaked? Our bodies know, girls. Why deny our nature? Why fight so hard for something we don’t really want?”

“And what would you do for cock?”, prompted Brock.

“Oh, anything”, confessed Belle as she took him back into her mouth.

“Want to prove it?”

Belle’s eyes lit up.

“Yes! Yes! Please tell me what to do to please your cock! I need it!”

“Get up”, said Brock. Soon, he whispered something in Belle’s ear, and she shivered in anticipation.

Belle made sure the camera captured every curve as she stripped down fully. As instructed, she opened a drawer on his desk, grabbed a lighter and a pack of smokes, got on the desk and opened her legs.

“Look at me… look at how soaked I am, everyone. Now… I’ve never smoked in my life. But Congressman Brock… Master Brock… told me to smoke. To get addicted for him. And I will… because he told me to. Because I want to prove my devotion to his cock. Because I’m a dumb girl that does as she’s told…”

Belle pulled a cigarette out, and lit it up. She coughed, but was determined. She made sure to take in as much smoke as she could as she rubbed her pussy.

“I’m such a dumb slut… I’ll always be addicted because a man finds it hot… and I love it. I’m so fucking wet… fuck… addicted forever… addicted to nicotine… addicted to cock… addicted to porn… I just want to be his perfect little whore… I love it so much… girls, remember, nothing feels better than obeying a man!”

“What do you want them to know next?”, asked Brock.

Belle smiled.

“That Master will make me anal only! He’s going to turn me into his denied, anal slut! He chose me to be his… and he owns me now. He owns my body, my holes, my orgasms… my mind… He’ll remake me into his perfect cunt and I can’t wait! There’s nothing better than being fully owned by a real man! This is what girls are for! To obey and please and be pretty porn!”

Brock knew it was time.

“Cunt, cum.”, he commanded.

Cigarette in hand, caressed by smoke, Belle went into a frenzy of rubbing, her ability to speak gone.

“Dumb cunt… useful… cocksleeve… Toy! Fucking cumrag!”, she managed to spit out before, for the first time in her life, she squirted her brains out.

Brock saved the video and sent it to the relevant parties. Sure, there would be outrage from some. But so many others would see it and silently agree with dear Belle… especially after the people above were done adding their special touch to the footage. She took a satisfied breath, and got ready to enjoy the fruits of his work.

Belle awaited on all fours, drooling as the thought of losing her anal virginity to a real man filled her tiny mind.

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