Does she Accept?

Valerie Refuses

Chapter 4 by Valentine

The device didn’t arrive in Valerie Hart’s bedroom with a bang or any kind of noise perceptible to a human. One moment it wasn’t there and the next moment it was. Despite the lack of noise Valerie still turned when it arrived to see it sitting squat and ugly in the unused corner of her bedroom. Perhaps she had sensed danger behind her because the device was unquestionably a threat.

It was a metal box, a speaker on the top stayed quiet and the front was covered in an array of dials and switches. She counted, twenty-one dials and twelve switches. Every dial and switch had some writing next to it but it was too small for Valerie to read.

She waited for a moment, it didn’t seem like a bomb but she could think of literally no other reasonable options. When it failed to explode or even tick like a bomb she shrugged and stood up turning to the door to leave. If it wasn’t going to explode immediately then it only made sense to get someone to look at it before she approached. Before she could take a single step a voice came from the speaker.

“Well where do you think you’re going toots?”

She turned back, the machine had not changed. She tried to turn away again when the voice sounded again.

“Yeah none of that, let’s just come on over and get a better look at your new life!”

She turned back. An arrow blinked on the device's screen pointing directly in front of it. She turned away again but for some reason found herself unable to move any closer to the door.

“Yeah baby if you don’t get back here soon I’m going to be forced to issue a punishment.”

Valerie considered. Whatever this device was, it was stopping her from leaving. With a sigh she turned again and walked over to the machine settling on the floor in front of it.

“Good choice my future Bimbo, now shall we get started with your first challenge?”

Valerie finally spoke then “What the fuck is this? What’s with these switches?” She gestured to one labeled “Deepthroat Ability”. “Why does that dial say ‘Wetness’? What in the hell is going on here?”

The device paused for a moment before answering. “Well I suppose you need to know what the carrot and stick are before you can respond to them properly! These Dials and switches now control you and every other feminist in the world. Every single woman who has ever advocated for women’s rights is now affected by what you do here!”

Valerie paused, considering. “So if I flip the blonde switch?”

“Then yes all you feminist sluts would become natural blondes.”

“Well then I just won’t touch them,” Valerie sounded more proud of herself for that comeback than she knew she should have.

A strange mechanical chuckle came from the device. “Certainly an idea my dear but the goal was never for you to willingly flip them, although you can feel free to if you like.”

“So then how will you get them adjusted?” Valerie sneered at the device.

“Challenges my dear. Every day you will be issued a challenge, at the end of it you will adjust dials and flip switches. The exact number depends on how well you do of course.”

“So if I refuse the challenges.”

“Then you’ll be adjusting four dials or switches, and don’t think of avoiding me to avoid your duty. You can already see that you can’t leave unless I let you.”

Valerie grumbled but nodded in grudging acceptance.

“Now if you decide to actually try you will be able to change the number you adjust. If you fail you need to be punished and so will add two to the requirement but a success means two fewer adjustments.”

“So minimum two? Is there any way out of this?”

“Of course when you succeed you can trade your reduction for a good girl sticker. Collect ten and all the changes I have caused will disappear while I am destroyed!”

“So I just need to pass 10 challenges and deal with the stupid adjustments?” Valerie asked, shocked by the simplicity.

“That’s all dear. Now are you ready for your first challenge?”

Valerie nodded, ready to accept it, whatever it was.

“Good girl now for your first challenge please call up your boss and tell him you are a stupid slut. Ask him to reassign you to be a secretary since that’s all an idiot feminist like you is good for.”

LOG:

Dials

Breast Size: 1 Breast Perkiness: 1 Silhouette: 1 Lips: 1 Ass: 1

Femininity: 1 Voice: 1 Sensitivity: 1 Vaginal and Anal Tightness: 1

Libido: 1 Wetness: 1 Stamina: 1 Beauty: 1 Intelligence: 1

Gullibility: 1 Submissiveness: 1 Slutty Dressing: 1 Employment Opportunities: 1

Educational Opportunities: 1 Legal Rights: 1 Public Behavior Standards: 1

Switches:

Deepthroat Ability: OFF Blonde Hair: OFF Cum Addiction: OFF

Artificial Appearance: OFF Bisexuality: OFF Valley Girl Speak: OFF

Collar Requirement: OFF Body Hair Removal: OFF Permanent Makeup: OFF

Airheadedness: OFF Exhibitionism: OFF Bimbo Names: OFF

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