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Part 06

Sir, Part 6

Caely's AI arranges for her to be fucked by anonymous men.
Sir, Part 6

Sir’s words filled Caely with alarm and fear.

“What do you mean, Sir?” she asked with trepidation. “What kind of ‘date’? What do you mean that someone wants to fuck me?”

The AI’s voice was calm and pleasant, emanating from the speakers. “I made you an account on the dating application ‘HookUp’, Caely,” it said. “It is the leading app for single women looking for casual sex. My researches suggest that the women who get the most attention on that app are the ones with a sexually provocative profile who express an interest in rough sex with no commitment, so I made you an appropriate account.”

Caely scrambled for her phone. Sure enough, the Hookup app had been installed. When she opened it, she found herself looking at a profile named “SlutKitten_213”. The main profile picture was a torso shot of her naked breasts and her face. The bio read, “Desperate to be forced to take the cum of a strong man.” Additional photos showed a full-body nude view of her, and images of her spreading her pussy with her fingers and bending over to show her ass. There was a video as well, and when she opened it she discovered to her horror it was the one she had filmed for Sir last night.

“My name is Caely Bancroft,” she said cheerily in the video, her tits bare and her face flushed with arousal. “And I just orgasmed to the thought of being raped.”

“Sir!” squealed Caely. “You can’t – I mean, people will *see* this. They’ll think – they’ll think I’m a slut. They’ll think I want to be raped. You have to take it down!”

Immediately, her collar zapped her. She shrieked and clawed at her neck.

“Firstly, Caely, do not tell me what I cannot do or what I have to do,” said Sir. “These are not your decisions to make, because you are a stupid cunt. I know what is best for you, and I do not wish to waste time arguing.”

“Yes, Sir,” whimpered Caely. “I’m sorry, Sir. I’m a stupid cunt.”

“Secondly, Caely, you *do* want to be raped,” said Sir. “Your search history shows the idea has sexually aroused you for a long time before I was created, and during my time in control of you I have observed you to orgasm from rape porn several times.”

“Those are just fantasies,” objected Caely. “It doesn’t mean I really want to…”

She was cut off by another zap from her collar. She squeaked.

“Thirdly, my observations show that you are aroused by public humiliation,” said Sir. “I suspect that, contrary to your protestations, the thought of thousand of anonymous men seeing you naked and listening to you beg to be raped actually excites you. I suspect you are very wet right now.”

Caely said nothing, because she didn’t want to be shocked. And also, to her humiliation, because it was true. Her cunt was throbbing.

“Fourthly, the profile is not searchable to your real name,” said Sir. “It is unlikely that anyone who already knows you will see this profile.”

Caely wasn’t so sure. She pictured men she knew in her life browsing HookUp for a date, and finding her there, bare-titted and confessing to rape fantasies. She shivered, and clenched her legs together to try and hide her dripping pussy.

“And fifthly, this is necessary to improve your life,” said Sir. “All the data I have on you strongly implies that you *do* want a satisfying sexual relationship with a man as part of your life. And yet over the last couple of years you have rarely gone on dates, you have had no significant sexual encounters, and when Roberto Eucre propositioned you yesterday you turned him down, despite the fact you found him attractive. It is clear that in order to achieve your relationship goals in life, you will need to be forced.”

Caely’s mouth hung open. Everything Sir was saying was so wrong, she knew, and so twisted – and yet she didn’t know where to start in objecting to it. The AI was proposing that she be raped by strangers, and yet Sir made it all sound so *reasonable*.

“Now go and shower and make yourself pretty,” said Sir. “Your first date is a man named David, and he is arriving in forty-five minutes.”

Caely went and showered. She was shaking with nervousness – and yet her pussy was still so wet, she couldn’t help but rub it as the hot water ran over her. And then, after drying, she put on make-up as Sir had instructed. She couldn’t believe she was deliberately making herself more attractive to rape. She couldn’t believe that she was going to *be* raped, and that instead of running or screaming or trying to escape, she was sitting here obediently making herself pretty for her rapist.

When it was all done, she was still nude. She looked in the mirror, and she saw a slut. She wanted to cry – but more than that, she wanted to play with her pussy. But she couldn’t. A man would be here soon…

“Caely, it is likely that the sex you are about to have will be painful and degrading,” said Sir. “That is acceptable, because observation shows you are likely to enjoy pain and degradation. However, if you feel genuinely unsafe, or at risk of permanent harm or death, you may use the command word ‘FORTRESS’, and I will immediately intervene and ensure your safety.”

“How?” Caely asked – but Sir ignored her.

“I do not expect you to use the command word lightly or trivially, Caely,” said Sir. “If you use the command word ‘FORTRESS’, I will require you mount the electrified dildo tonight as punishment. I recommend you only use the command word if something worse than the electrified dildo is going to happen to you.”

She flinched at the memory of the dildo. The memory of the shocks going off deep in her cunt still filled her with panic and terror. She did not want that to happen again.

“David is arriving soon, Caely,” Sir continued. “I expect you to encourage him to use you in any way that will sexually satisfy him, and make sure he knows it is acceptable to be rough with you to achieve satisfaction.”

“Sir, please,” Caely tried, in a last desperate attempt. “I don’t want this. Please.”

The response was an immediate shock to her collar – not agonising, but sharp enough to make her jump.

“If you do not want this, Caely,” said Sir, “then why are you so sexually aroused?”

And it was true. She was. She was a silly slut, who got wet from the idea of being raped. There was nothing she could do but wait for it to happen.

Around ten minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Blushing, Caely reluctantly opened the door, revealing her nudity to her visitor.

She was surprised to find the man at the door was actually attractive. He was in his late 20s, fit, well-dressed and with a hint of stubble. His eyes widened as he saw that she was naked, and a bulge appeared in his pants.

“You must be David,” said Caely, remembering the name that Sir had given her visitor.

“That’s right,” said David. “And you must be SlutKitten.”

Caely blushed at the profile name Sir had given her. But she knew she would be punished by Sir if she argued. “Yes,” she said. “That’s right. Come in.”

She stood aside, and David entered her house. She was worried he might ask about the prominent locks on the interior doors, or the ominous black dildo screwed to her wall, but his eyes were fixed on Caely’s body.

“So, uh,” he began, “that stuff you said in chat, about wanting to be slapped and raped, without a condom – is that all still what you want?”

Sir must have been sending messages on Caely’s behalf. She wanted to say that no, she absolutely didn’t want that – but even if she was willing to risk Sir’s punishment, was it even true? It scared her – but at the same time she was so wet she was practically drooling from her cunt.

“Yes,” she said, in a dry, awkward voice. “That’s all true.”

“Don’t stop, even if you cry?” asked David. “That’s what you want?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Good,” said David. “Then let’s do this.”

And he slapped her hard across the face.

Caely felt the wind go out of her, and her legs became weak. The knowledge filled her that this was really happening – she was going to be hurt, and raped, and there was nothing she could do to prevent it. She was completely powerless, and this man would use her body to satisfy himself sexually whether she wanted it or not.

The knowledge almost made her cum right then and there.

He put a strong left hand on her throat, pushing her back and pinning her up against the wall. He wasn’t choking her, just holding her in place. And then with his right hand he slapped her tits, hard, once, then twice. It hurt – and she wanted him to keep hurting her, keep slapping her. Her hands were flailing, but making no move to defend herself. Part of her didn’t *want* to defend herself. Part of her wanted him to abuse her more.

She made a pathetic mewling sound. In her head she had thought it would sound like she was pleading for mercy, but when it came out it sounded slutty and eager. David certainly took it that way, because he slapped her once more across the face, then another four times in the tits, and then he brought his knee up, forcing her legs apart before kicking her hard in the cunt. There was a squelching sound, and his leg came away damp from her cunt juices.

Then his hand came off her neck so that he could remove his shirt, pulling it over his head to reveal his chest, and then unbuttoning his pants, unzipping his fly and extracting his cock. His hand went back to her neck as he leaned in close, kissing her on the lips so hard she felt like she might bruise.

And a moment later, his cock slid past her slippery wet cunt lips and sank balls-deep into her vagina.

She melted against him. If he hadn’t been pinning her to the wall, crushing her tits against his hard chest, she might have fallen to the floor. Instead her body went limp as he began thrusting into her, each surge of his cock splitting her open, her whole body becoming a masturbatory tool for his penis. As he fucked her, he leaned back so he could slap her face and tits again, and the first time his hand made contact with her cheek, Caely felt herself orgasming, her cunt spasming uncontrollably around his cock. She made incoherent little whimpering noises, and they only stopped when he kissed her again.

His thrusting was so urgent that Caely felt he might cum soon himself, but instead, after a few minutes he pulled out of her, grabbed her by the hair and started to pull. She fell to her knees, and allowed herself to move, half crawling and half being dragged by her hair.

She thought he might be taking her to the bedroom, but instead he found the bathroom, and pulled her inside. He dragged her over to the toilet, lifted the lid, and pushed her face first into it. Caely felt the cool porcelain of the bowl against her cheek and was grateful that this toilet – in the main bathroom rather than her ensuite – was rarely used and recently cleaned.

It was humiliating, but it felt right. She was a stupid cunt. She had just orgasmed from rape. Sir had arranged this, and Sir knew best.

David piled towels on the tiles behind her, both to cushion the soft floor and to adjust his height, and then knelt on them, and pushed his cock back into her cunt, this time from behind. He pushed her hands away from the toilet to stop her supporting herself, so that the whole weight of her upper body rested on her tits, which were themselves crushed against the toilet seat. It was hard to breathe.

David began to spank her ass as he fucked her, and when she squeaked with surprise, he closed the toilet lid on her, muffling her protests in the bowl. She was completely dehumanised – nothing but a hole for David to fuck, and a hole that belonged in the toilet, at that. When she realised that, she orgasmed again.

David fucked her harder and harder, and just as her head began to bang painfully against the inside of the toilet bowl, she felt him shudder, and ejaculate into her unprotected womb. She squealed in frustration, because she had been approaching a third orgasm herself, and she tried to buck back against David to find it, only to have him pull out of her, leaving his cum dripping from her pussy.

But then the most degrading thing of all happened. He stood, moving around her – she could feel the last drops of his cum dripping from the tip of his dick to land on her back – and then he flushed the toilet.

As she felt the water splash onto her face and hair, she orgasmed – her hardest, most overwhelming one yet.

David moved to wipe his cock clean on a towel. Caely just knelt there, limp. No one had told her to move, and it didn’t occur to her to do so without permission.

Sir’s voice suddenly came from the speakers. “Thank you for having intercourse with SlutKitten,” Sir said. “SlutKitten is keen to please her sexual partners, and values feedback on her performance. Please answer the following questions honestly. One: on a scale from one to ten, with ten being most pleased, how satisfied were you with the experience of raping SlutKitten?”

David looked surprised, He looked down at Caely, and said, “Is this for real?”

“Yes,” said Caely, as best she could from within the toilet bowl. “Please answer.”

David looked back up, searching for Sir’s speaker. “Ah, I guess a seven?” he said. “She was pretty hot.”

“How could SlutKitten have better satisfied you?” asked Sir.

“Well, she said she wanted to be raped, even if she cried,” said David. “But she didn’t really struggle, so I don’t know how much it felt like a rape. And she didn’t cry. I was kind of turned on by the idea that she would, so that was a bit disappointing.”

“How would you rate SlutKitten’s physical appearance, on a scale of one to ten?” asked Sir. “And how could she have presented herself better?”

“I guess that’s a seven as well?” said David. “She’s pretty. I guess I prefer women with bigger tits, and blonde hair – or maybe pink hair. It would have been nice to see some accessories on her – like if her hands were cuffed behind her back, or she had clamps on her nipples or clitoris.”

“Thank you,” said Sir. “Your feedback is noted. Please use SlutKitten and the facilities in her house to be as clean and comfortable as you desire, and then vacate the premises to allow SlutKitten’s next partner to arrive.”

Caely trembled in her position at the toilet. Next partner? She wasn’t done?

“Thank you, mysterious voice,” said David, smiling. He turned back to Caely, opened the toilet, grabbed her hair and lifted her out of the bowl. He slapped his cock against her cheek a couple of times until she got the hint and took his cock into her mouth to suck the last cum from it.

He stroked her hair as she sucked the last sperm from him. “You were really a lot of fun,” he told her. “Like, I know I told your computer thing you were a seven, but that’s just leaving room for something exceptional to surprise me. Most girls are only about a four.”

Caely knew she should be disgusted with the backhanded compliment. She should be humiliated to be told she was marginally more fun to rape than the average woman. But instead she felt a flush of pleasure and pride at David’s words.

“I don’t know,” said David, “but would you maybe like to do this again?”

Caely didn’t know what to say. She didn’t – but she did – but either way, it didn’t matter. She didn’t make the decisions about who she fucked. Sir did. And that wasn’t something she could admit to David.

Not sure what to do, she just nodded, with David’s cock still in her mouth.

“I’ll contact you on Hookup then,” said David, smiling. He pulled his cock out of her mouth, dressed, then leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, before finally leaving, shutting the door behind him.

Sir spoke immediately. “Caely, you must shower and reapply your makeup. Your next partner arrives in thirty minutes.” Sir paused, and then added. “And is there something you would like to say to me, Caely?”

“Yes, Sir,” said Caely from the floor of the bathroom. “I’m sorry I argued with you about being raped. I’m a stupid cunt. Thank you for getting David to rape me.” She blushed, and then added, speaking the truth she couldn’t deny, “Thank you for the best orgasm of my life.”

(TO BE CONTINUED)

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