Manufacturing Non-Consent
You're fully nude and your wrists are bound to each other by a heavy, thick sheet of metal. You're standing on a moving conveyor belt, like at the airport, but your feet are also bound, and you can't raise them to walk. As you are automatically moved forward, your arms start moving up on their own, you understand that you're approaching a strong magnet stuck to the ceiling. The conveyor belt stops, your arms are stretched all the way up. There's a machine in front of you with what looks like two bowls pointed towards you. After a few seconds, it pushes forward with a mechanical whirr. The bowls cover your chest and start loudly sucking the air. You feel them form a seal on your breasts, firmly pulling at your nipples. A screen nearby indicates that it's measuring you. It releases you a minute later and moves backwards away from you. The magnet above you, keeping your arms up, starts to move down in an arc in front of you, forcing you to bend over, while your feet are simultaneously slowly moving apart. Then you hear another machine start up behind you.
People love to watch machines work. There are youtube channels dedicated to showing you real-world machines sort fruit, shape metal or assemble cars. In our cartoons we delight in seeing what would happen to a person who accidentally ends up on an assembly line. There is something universal about enjoying a well-oiled industrial process, and something surprisingly arousing about enjoying its application to a human being. A machine does not have any intent. The design of the machines can convey a clear intent, but it is being executed soullessly. The machine is doing something sexual, but it has no notion of sex, and it does not care to adapt to your needs or limitations.
When I left you, there was a machine making a sound behind you. You're bent over, and can't turn your head. With horror, you realize that there are two thin, lubed up objects being forced into your asshole and your cunt. Desperate, you try to struggle, but you are held too firmly in place. Your screams go unheard, this factory is fully automated. The one in your ass beings slowly expanding, stretching you out. You feel like it will rip you apart, but it stops and deflates. Then you feel your cunt is next. This process is repeated multiple times, each time pushing you further. You feel that you're being prepared for something.
If the machine was simply giving you a haircut you didn't want or ask for, or if you had volunteered to test out a new robot for a minimally invasive colonoscopy, this wouldn't be arousing. It could be funny, or uncomfortable, but not sexual. What makes this assembly line fantasy hot is the non-consent imposed by a machine.
You can categorize non-consent fantasies into two groups: those that break rules, and those that follow them. The former are straight-forward rape fantasies. Kidnappings, encounters in dark forests, serial killer fantasies, the victim suffers at the hand of one or more attackers who are breaking laws or otherwise behaving immorally for sexual satisfaction, causing harm intentionally. I want to talk about the other kind, the one that creates perverted rules that it then follows. The one that manufactures non-consent.
The machine withdraws from your ass and cunt. The magnet keeping you bent over then turns, rotating you, until you find yourself face to face with the inflatable dildo that was deep up your ass a few seconds ago. It starts to push towards your mouth.
The machine is not trying to cause harm. It isn't trying to humiliate or hurt. It is only following a set of rules. Those rules apply no matter the circumstance. You can analyze those rules and show that they are designed to cause harm, or demean, humiliate. This is the world of systemic non-consent fantasies.
New laws have decreed that all women must now work three hour shifts every day in public bathrooms to satisfy the sexual needs of men. New laws have decreed that all women are free use one day per week. New laws have decreed that all women of a specific race must submit to men of another specific race. New laws have... etc.
There is a whole subgenre of non-consent fantasies based on the idea of legally defining that all women, or some specific women, are free use. These regularly have a vaguely or overtly political element to them. If you browse the subreddit r/PoliticsPlay you will likely witness some of the battles in an ongoing war between hindus and muslims, alongside some MAGA-leftist and israel-palestine themed posts, to name the most prominent recent themes. These fantasies reflect real-world tensions, either reinforcing or inverting them, using existing systemic tensions to elevate the sexual arousal of porn gifs with their themed captions. They are not all about systematized non-consent, but a large proportion of them are.
"Fuck, fuck, if you keep going like that I'm going to cum"
If you've ever had sex, and forgive me for thinking there is a real chance that you haven't, you may have experienced a very limited version of the systemic non-consent fantasy. You are being pleasured by someone, maybe you're being fucked, or eaten out, and the person doing it has had a very consistent speed, and puts in the same amount of force every time. The rhythm is predictable, and feels good. You feel your own pleasure build up, and you understand that this person is not going to stop. They've set up a temporary rule by being very consistent, and you understand that this rhythm will push you over the edge, and that only makes it hotter. You've completely lost control, and you will cum no matter what. You feel aroused by understanding that you're trapped in a system that gives you no choice but to cum.
"Spread your ass with both hands and kiss the floor"
"Please, that's too embarrassing, can I kiss the floor and show you my tits instead?"
"...Slap yourself in the face too and you have a deal."
I've led several blackmail dynamics. In my view they represent the Platonic ideal for manufacturing non-consent. The victim gives me blackmail material, and I use it against her to give her tasks, to get more blackmail material. The dynamic has rules, the victim has agreed to them. The rules are unfair to her, but they "legalize" the dynamic. I cannot break the rules, and neither can she. What we do is ultimately still just sexting, but with the manufactured non-consent of blackmail, it is elevated far beyond that. Every task feels much more intense, the stakes are significantly higher, there is fear and excitement and trust is much more precious.
Manufactured non-consent is at play wherever non-consent is baked into the fantasy. The aggressor is not breaking any rules, in fact they are following them. The victim is suffering from an established system that has in one way or another removed the question of consent, as opposed to non-consent fantasies that rely on an aggressor transgressing and inflicting harm.
I will spare you my thoughts on how insect and tentacle fetishes are also examples of manufactured non-consent.
