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Forced to Recreation by Tegeli
I knew things were not right, when I came out of the rejuvenation
treatment, not as a few years younger version of myself, but with the
body of a wimpy teenager. I stared at the mirror; only the now tiny penis
confirmed I was still a man, though the slim waist and wider hips were
rather feminine. To be honest, it wasn't such a huge change, as I had
never had the vanity to get the treatments to look particularly
masculine.
In truth, even if I didn't understand it back then, things had already
gone wrong when artificial general intelligences (AGIs for friends)
became smart enough to take over duties in running governments,
organisations and enterprises. They didn't try kill us, or anything
directly harmful, but did something perhaps worse: their jobs with
unprecedented efficiency. Humanity couldn't handle the rapid change.
While our societies collapsed, everything else continued to work fine. A
wave of protests might smash through one streets, while on the next one
you could still buy electronics and beauty services from the automated
store-fronts, using the infinitely generating board game money on your
bank account.
Perhaps we could have reached an automated utopia when everything had
settled down. Instead, the humans on top, who wanted to believe they
remained in control, decided to stay there. They planned suppressive,
paranoid, and plain insane, totalitarian measures 'to stop the spread of
destructive anarchy, apathy and asociality.' Their AGI servants were
unquestionably willing to implement these designs.
The following months were fuzzy, as I had caught the apathy and
asociality mental viruses at that point. But I saw that ordinary people
were incarcerated never to be seen again, so I decided to keep my head
low.
It was a mistake: all citizens were evaluated, and anyone with too many
malcontent points was considered 'criminally malcontent'. After looking
at my own high score (the criminal record), my biggest crimes were
unemployment (like 96% of humanity), not participating in the party
rallies with sufficient fervour (the ruling party was changing rapidly,
so I was too scared to go to any of the events, or outside in general),
not participating in the economy in order to stimulate said economy (I
did buy everything I thought I needed) and tax evasion (extensive tax
cuts had made sure there was no taxes I could have paid, so I guess I
avoided them all).
When the automated policing unit came to take me away, I regarded it as
the fulfilment of the inevitable. As far as I knew, the arrangements for
prison terms were bought from global AGI-run prison companies. They would
ship their humans to large prison camp outposts, which were pretty much
self-sufficient communes. According to the net, those places were quite
sane compared to the human-run countries.
But when I was herded, alone, into the cargo hold of a massive freight
drone-plane, I began to worry. When, after hours of numbing wait, the
ocean turned into a glacier, I was delirious with fear.
AGIs were smart, but they only followed orders. A stupid or crazy human
could make the AGI do stupid or insane stuff, with extreme efficiency.
And hauling me all the way to the Antarctica could be nothing but insane.
The plane landed next to a mountain range, from which a plain of pristine
snow extended beyond the horizon. A dome of bizarre architecture grew
from the root of the dizzyingly high wall of stone. I had seen the
Himalayas in virtual reality, but having to gaze at these mountains with
my own real eyes, they seemed bigger and less real. But they couldn't be
that big: they didn't have much snow at their tops.
An automatic unit lifted me up and carried me to the complex through the
blizzard of piping wind. After the sturdy airlock, I was completely
alone, only the screens on the walls for guidance. I obeyed the written
instructions, not knowing what else to do, which ended up with me coming
out of the rejuvenation with the body of a very girly boy.
I was startled when two uniformed men walked in to the room. I thought
they were very human-like security robots, because why else would they be
armed? They had stun-guns on their belts and the other one had a baton
in
his hand.
"What is going on?" I asked. My voice was a girly wail, but that didn't
startle me overmuch, considering the circumstances.
When the bigger one grinned, I knew for sure he was no machine. "We'll be
taking you to your master now, girl."
FIRST DAY
Maybe I could have fought back, or at least said something clever to make
myself feel like I had control left. But I was naked. I had barely any
musculature, even if I had known how to fight like in the VRs. And the
guys were big and armed. And they were humans! They had to be prisoners
too. The insane AGI running this nonsense would have punished them, along
with me, if I had done anything.
Instead of resisting, I merely followed the two men through the narrow
access-hallways.
"She's an obedient one," the not-so-huge guy said.
"Richard is lucky."
"I don't know. If I ever get one, I want to have some breaking in to do."
The not-so-huge gave me a wink. "And how lucky can Ric really be, being
here?"
"Good point."
We stopped at a door. It slid open and the big one pushed me through. "In
you go. Thank you for your co?peration."
The door slid shut behind me. I was in what looked like the main room of
an apartment. The light-screens behind the shutters mimicked real windows
and sunlight well, even though we had to be deep under the ice, and
perhaps even rock, by that point.
The man, probably Richard, stood up from the sofa. He was tall, muscular
and decently handsome: the baseline for anyone who wanted to look
masculine. I was glad of his mundane appearance. Things weren't getting
too weird at the start.
"Hi," I said, doing my best --and failing-- at not sounding absolutely
terrified. "What is going on?"
"Stay quiet." He walked to me. "Kneel down."
I trembled. Was he really going to greet me by forcing me to suck his
cock? I had never done such a thing, except a few times in VR, but those
don't count. It's not real.
He slapped me. Tears started to flow from my eyes: I couldn't remember
ever having been physically assaulted. I obeyed with a whimper and knelt
in front of him.
"Good girl." He petted my head while I sobbed.
"I'm Richard. Boss has allocated you as my 'girl'." His accent was
refined, a remnant from the time when there was an upper class between
the rulers and the masses. "I have no tolerance for disobedience, so you
will do everything I tell you. I'm a mining engineer by trade, so I guess
it makes a small-time big shot in this place.
"I'm also very bitter. Being stuck in this frozen hellhole, in a literal
dead-end job. It's irrational yes, and not your fault, but I'm also very
bitter that you have been given to me, without having to work in the
mines like the rest of us. So I won't mollycoddle you, like a lot of
girls here get mollycoddled. You don't deserve it."
"Yes, master." Grovelling seemed like the best option. I didn't want him
to hit me again. It hadn't even hurt that much, but it had been a huge
shock of real physical sensation.
"Good. Here's the rules: you do as I tell you. You may speak to me, but
do remember to call me 'master'. It strokes my ego, which is
understandably very fragile. Do you have any questions?"
"Master," I stammered. "What is this place?"
"A genuine death trap, that's for sure." He sighed. "I do not know what
is going on, to be honest. 'Boss' is probably a tin-can, but who knows?
By withholding food and warmth, it forces us, mere fragile squishy
humans, to mine into the damned mountain. Pure madness. Me and the lads
think this is supposed to be some sort of work-correctional facility, but
nobody seems to be corrected before they die. It's all XY-sausages-only,
too. Maybe there's laws somewhere against this sort of places being
mixed-sex, but my guess is that Boss doesn't want its humans to be too
squishy, save for the bare minimum 'recreational crew'. That's you."
By that point I was sobbing, barely holding back wailing grief. Maybe I
didn't deserve 'mollycoddling', but I hadn't done anything to deserve
being 'recreation' either.
"Damn. The lads warned me about this. That it'd be all crying until you
get what you want. That won't work on me. Now stop crying, girl."
I did my very best to obey.
"Good girl." He patted my head again. "I believe in positive
reinforcement. You deserve a reward: clothes."
He helped me up, as my legs barely had the strength to stand, and took me
to a closet in the wall. I stepped inside and after a few minutes new
clothes were fabricated for me.
Well, 'clothes' is a vague term. I had a skimpy skirt, thigh-highs and a
crop-top that left my stomach uncovered. The only underwear I could feel
was some sort of bra on my flat chest. But I had to admit it was better
than being naked.
"Do you like your new clothes?"
"Yes, master." Then I added, without being able to look at anything
except the floor: "Thank you, master."
"I'll waste my resource-points on more clothes for you, if you continue
pleasing me." He dragged me to the sofa and had me sit on his lap. I
could feel him hardening under me.
"Did you do a real crime to end up here?"
"I don't think so, master."
"What's your experience? Have you fucked a girl, or got fucked?"
I was flustered. I hadn't been shut-in, at least comparatively, but real
sex required inconvenient social contact. I would have had to look
appealing myself by getting the right treatments and then doing constant
physical training, even before learning confidence. And then the actual
finding and meeting of girls who had put on the effort to look even
approximately as good as VR. It was all so inconvenient.
And after trying some of it in VR, I hadn't wanted to 'interact' with
men, outside virtual reality that is.
Yet I doubted VR would have counted for Richard.
"I haven't had s-sex, master."
"So a pristine blossom for me." He pushed me off his lap. "This all will
be a learning experience for you."
He had me kneel again and took out his cock. While it wasn't humongous,
it was still rather intimidating. And it would be poking into me. I
fought back the tears, while I wrapped my hand around his girth. My hands
were so dainty.
He took hold of my head and pulled me closer. I knew to open my mouth,
but I closed my eyes. I felt his penis on my lips, and a barrier broke in
me. Suddenly I could pretend it was just the VR again. It wasn't
happening to me, but Richard's girl.
Slowly I took him inside all the way to the back of my mouth, fighting
back a gag. The taste wasn't that bad. I sucked like I was trying to
force the sweet juice out of a long fruit.
Richard didn't last long. He let out a gasp, and his spunk poured into my
mouth. I could pretend it didn't taste awful. I pulled back, smiled as
the master probably would have liked, and forced myself to swallow.
"What the hell, girl?"
"Did I do something wrong, master?"
"You were good." He groaned. "I was just surprised and pent-up." He
petted my head, and for the first time it felt like a reward. Pats were
better than slaps.
He further 'rewarded' me by fabricating a nightslip for me, and by
allowing me to sleep next to him in the bed, instead of the hard floor.
His arms, wrapped around me, were so hard and heavy that I was sure I
wouldn't be able sleep at all.
SECOND DAY
But then I woke up, as he climbed out of the bed. He went to the clothes-
fabricator and returned carrying a set of impractical high-heeled shoes
for me.
"While I'm at work, practice with these. The fabricator has a hairstyling
and make-up add-on, so learn to use that too."
"I will, master."
When he finally left, I was free to cry. I could still taste him in my
mouth, even after doing the hygiene routine twice. I thought about
escape, or at least hurting Richard. I had no weapon available, except
maybe the shoes. The sharp heel would probably hurt to be hit with.
Yet, I couldn't see the point. I wouldn't be able to escape. Not from the
apartment. Not from the facility. And certainly not from the horribly
real Antarctica. Furthermore, I had to admit to myself that Richard too
was a prisoner. What I knew about the mining operation was awful. If they
really were at risk of dying, then their job sucked cock, figuratively,
more than mine.
So, instead of figuring how to use them as weapons, I put on the heels.
It was wobbly going, trying walk in them. And the clicking they made on
the hard floor was silly. But I did it until I could walk back and forth
the apartment without looking clumsy. I dressed up and had the fabricator
do my hair and paint my face. I chose a decidedly slutty style with
heavy
eyeliner. Might as well look like a whore while being one. Richard
wouldn't have to slap me for the lack of trying. Also, it made me look
very hot, like a girl from vintage-style 'grounded' VRs modelled on late
pre-AGI times.
Richard returned late, with his heavy shoulders slumped. He was several
steps into the room before he noticed me.
"Good evening, master."
He rightened his posture and smiled faintly. "I had forgotten about you.
You look good."
"Thank you, master."
Be beckoned me to walk to him, which I did with the best of my clicking
ability, and had me kiss him on the cheek. We sat on the sofa, me on his
lap.
"When I left, I was half-expecting you to try to hit me with a shoe when
I returned." He brushed my hair with his hand.
"I wouldn't even consider such a thing, master."
"I guess you wouldn't, being such an eager slut."
I wasn't eager, and being a slut was forced upon me, but I smiled as
coyly as I could.
"If you had been resistant, it would have made the next part a
punishment." His voice lowered. "But I guess it will be on my cruelty
then."
I shivered. I had been so sure he wasn't one to hurt an eager slut.
"I'm speaking about physical upgrades. You need tits, girl, and a bigger
butt. Otherwise your body is fine, though I don't want to see your clitty
rigid like it's supposed to go in somewhere, so your balls will have to
go."
I let out a cry, already regretting it before I could stop. He slapped me
and pushed me to the floor, where I grovelled in a shivering pile.
"Hmph. I guess your eagerness had its limits." He dragged me up, out of
the room and into a medical suite. I couldn't hold back my tears when he
pushed me in the scary-looking autodoc.
"You should be grateful," Richard said as the machine restrained me. "I'm
splurging resource points on real tissue for your breasts and ass. And
you'll get an upgrade to your lower intestines so you will remain clean
without effort on your part. And what--"
I woke from the anaesthesia back in Richard's bed. My hand immediately
shot to my groin, where it found nothing but shrivelled limpness. I
shrieked and felt a weight on my chest. I had sizeable tits, with puffy
and wide areola. Obviously they were pretty hot, and felt pleasantly soft
when squeezed, but I continued to freak out while examining myself.
After I had exhausted myself with hyperventilating, I sat on the edge of
the bed and started rationalizing really hard. It wasn't that bad.
Nothing of it was truly permanent. Even new functional testicles could be
vatgrown. And I would have been kidding myself, if I had thought I would
have actually needed balls, even back before imprisonment.
But I felt awful. I had done nothing to deserve any of it. If the roles
had been reversed, I wouldn't have minded seeing 'my girl' with a hard
'clitty'. It would just have shown how aroused she was by me. And I
wouldn't have hit her just because she was scared and sad. But I guess
that was why I was the girl, and someone more brutal was the master.
I found my clothes and pondered about the sharp heels. If he was going to
abuse me regardless, might as well give him a reason. Maybe he'd get
angry enough to kill me. The darkness of the thought was scary: I was a
coward and feared death more than pain. I put on the clothes, got my hair
and makeup done and sat on the sofa to wait Richard's return.
He arrived without looking too tired. He said: "Hello, girl. How are you
liking your new body?"
"I hate you," I simmered before my voice broke into sobbing. That got a
reaction out of him. He strode to me and pulled me from the bed and to
the floor. My knees hurt from the impact. Behind the fear, I was beyond
confused. I wanted to whisper 'if you hate seeing me cry, why are you so
mean?', but my mouth twisted in ways too stiff to form words.
He heaved me up --very easily with his strong arms-- back to the bed and
barked commands until I was on all fours. When I heard him fumble with
his trousers I buried my face into the pillow. My mind wanted to kick and
scream, but my whole body was like lead. Resisting was pointless. He
could just have continued roughing me up until I complied. But he
couldn't stop me from crying with force.
When I felt his dick at the entrance to my ass, I instinctively clenched
tight and tried to scurry away. He grasped my hips and pulled me. I
screamed even before the pressure turned painful. My body trembled, and
with every one of his hard and short thrusts, shivers surged through me.
I was stretched --almost ripped open-- to accommodate his girth.
He got past the worst of resistance, and one thrust sunk him to the hilt
into me. I felt sick from the sensation of being filled.
The thrusts began move all of the dick's length in one go inside me. The
pain made me constantly tighten, which made it worse for myself.
His thrusts became erratic, and I felt warm liquid movement inside me.
When he pulled out, I could feel the disgusting semen leak out of my
ruined ass.
"Maybe you will learn your place," he growled and pushed me from the bed
to the floor.
The pain radiating form my abused butt was awful, but didn't completely
drown out the humiliation. The horrible certainty, that even if I were to
escape, I would never not be an object for pleasuring others. My rear
was
a broken-in fuckhole, moulded to take dick.
I thought I could just curl up and try to sleep through the night, but
soon he pulled me back to the bed. He placed me on my back and propped my
lower half with a big pillow.
If anything, the pain was worse, when he re-entered me. My limp dick
flopped along with the thrusts and my yelps, emphasizing how useless I
was for anything except being used. Maybe I was getting used to the pain,
as I started feeling the heat of arousal. I was getting fucked, with
intense physical sensations of full reality, while looking like a very
hot big-titted slut, with ruined heavy make-up and messed up hair.
In a blink it wasn't me getting fucked, but Richard's girl. She deserved
to be punished for being impertinent, but the punishment was just master
being rough, and she looked so sexy squirming on dick.
I moaned through a sob. "Oh, master..."
Richard stopped moving. "Are you beginning to like it?"
I looked at him and bit my lip. If I looked aroused, the rape would be
sexy and not horrible.
"I love your dick, master," I lied and Richard's girl said.
He grinned and continued on with the thrusts.
I concentrated on the pressure instead of the pain. A sexy girl loved
being used for a man's pleasure. But I couldn't come from the sensation,
even if it drove me giddy with desire.
"Please..." I panted. "Please master. Touch my... My clitty."
He wrapped his hand around my little dick, easily engulfing it. "This is
a reward for behaving like you should."
"Yes, mas--" I moaned. He had squeezed painfully, and it felt so good.
He let go of my clit, and after a few more thrusts I was over the cliff
with a trembling climax. My dick shot a trickle of liquid on my stomach,
just to show how useless it was. He came in me, and after he pulled out,
the soreness was glowing warmth.
This time Richard allowed me to stay in bed, and even allowed me to
nestle myself against his strong body.
THIRD DAY
The next morning, Richard had left before I woke up. I knew I had been
raped thoroughly: the soreness of my butt was not ignorable. I knew I
should feel horrified and disgusted, but I didn't. I was going to be
fucked more --much more-- and it would feel better if I liked it.
After cleaning myself (it took a while to get the spunk out of my ass) I
spend the day making myself pretty and flicking my clitty while thinking
about Richard. If I was aroused, I'd like the sex more. I was being
completely rational.
Richard returned earlier, with a bloodied bandage on his arm.
I didn't have to pretend to be worried. What would have happened to me,
if he had been killed? "Are you alright, master?"
"Oh, just a small accident with the drills. Luckily only few us got hurt,
and then only a little." He looked at me. "You look pretty."
"Thank you, master." Then Richard's girl added: "I want to look hot so
you would really want to fuck me."
"Last night must have fried your brain." He pulled me into an embrace,
which I answered eagerly. My clitty stirred, just to remind me I couldn't
get hard.
Soon we were on the bed. Richard wanted me to show how much I liked his
cock, so he was lying on his back with me positioned on top of him. After
some more kisses, and mauling of my tits, and lubing of my fuckhole
(eager girls get lube, and it seemed to relieve the soreness) I began to
lower myself on his dick.
It was still just as huge as the day before. I moaned as my body's weight
only slowly dragged me downwards. When my cushioned butt finally hit his
hips, I was light-headed from the stretching. Being filled was so right
for Richard's girl.
I moved up and down, slowly easing into a rhythm that wouldn't be too
painful. I noticed that if I moved the right way, I'd feel odd jolts
inside me. It must have been the dick brushing my prostate. In an aroused
circle of logic I figured that I should like it, so I'd like being
fucked
more, and so it had to feel really good.
Pressure stirred in my groin. I had to concentrate not to collapse and
start flicking myself. I wanted to come from just getting fucked, like a
hot needy girl.
His dick pushed my prostate in just the right way. A shock went through
my thighs and groin, and I moaned with a very weak but shameful climax.
My clitty twitched and to my horror I trickled on master's stomach.
He groaned, and his spunk shot into me, but I was too alarmed to enjoy
it.
"I'm sorry, master." It was definitely weird to plead with his dick still
inside me. "I shouldn't have come."
He looked at his stomach and laughed. "Do not worry about that. It's good
that you learned to love it so quick."
After he cleaned himself, he fucked me again, this time me on all fours.
I didn't orgasm, but I didn't mind that: I was merely glad I wasn't
punished.
FOURTH DAY
I woke in his embrace. It was his day off, so I got to suck him before
breakfast. After eating, he gave me an extra dose of the aphrodisiac I
was apparently already getting. Richard tied me up with my hands behind
my back, and left me on the bed.
It wasn't a punishment. He just wanted to see a needy slut squirm. My
pleads for dick had become incoherent before he untied me and fucked my
butt. I eventually came with intensity that made me grateful master had
had me thoroughly flustered beforehand. Only girls could climax like that
from getting fucked.
He allowed me to cuddle next to him on the sofa while he watched some
banal vid-series. I couldn't follow the plot, because my lips were
wrapped around his cock most of the time. He too had taken some
aphrodisiac.
Richard petted my head as I rested it on his lap.
"Do you love being my girl?"
"Yes, master."
"Are you glad that I disciplined you until you realized that?"
He could have been gentler. But it would have taken longer for me get
over the delusion that I wasn't made for his pleasure.
Richard's girl answered: "Yes, master."
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Thank you for reading!
It's a mean-spirited story, I admit, and has a rather contrived scenario
(if something seems impossible or silly, the AGIs did it).
I apologize for the weird punctuation. English has different punctuation
practices than the language I usually write in, so I winged it here.
All rights are waived on this text, CC0.
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