Gender Wars -

Author's note: The author assumes that the reader will read the chapters of Gender Wars in numerical order. And ignore the fact that somehow the author has the same name as a named character in the story.

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Sara Short lay naked on the bed, watching with an evil grin and lustful eyes as her new Companion 101 sex robot tied her sissy husband to a chair. While she was fond of her husband, and enjoyed the safety of a relationship in which she was completely dominant, the sad truth was that sexually he was kind of pathetic. His penis, now locked safely away in a pink chastity cage, was small even when not restrained. She enjoyed pegging him and riding his face, but found herself often fantasizing about being ravished by a strong man who would throw her on the bed and fuck her brains out. Completely inappropriate thoughts for a strong feminist, of course, but ...

It had always been one of Sara's fantasies to cuckhold her sissy husband, but she had never seriously considered doing anything about it until her friend Susan told her about how hot the new sex robots were. She could live out her fantasy in complete privacy. Delicious.

She had decided to call her new sex robot Ivan. It seemed like a strong name. Ivan finished binding her sissy husband tightly to a chair so that he would have a good view of his wife being fucked, then turned towards her. She could not help but moan softly. He was absolutely beautiful. Broad shoulders, rippling chest muscles, not an ounce of flab anywhere. And his penis. Fat and already getting hard. She pulled him on the bed with a giggle.

Sara lay back and enjoyed Ivan's attentions. She had chosen his hardest and most aggressive setting, one that came with a safe word in case she found the robot's approach too ... vigorous. He had her pinned to the bed, his weight pressing her into the mattress as his fingers toyed with her. Fingering was not the right word to describe what he was doing: he was invading her. She whimpered and clung to him. She tried to reach for his cock, but he took her wrist in an unbelievably strong grasp and pinned her hand behind her head. He growled in her ear. "Are you ready to be fucked, you gorgeous bitch?" She babbled urgently for him to take her.

And then, she made the mistake of looking at her husband. He sat helplessly in the chair, the ropes cutting into him, his sissy skirt hiked up around his waist, his cock and balls dangling in the pink chastity cage -- tears streaming down his face, causing his mascara to form black streams down his cheeks.

Suddenly, as though awoken from a dream, Sara lost all her lust. She felt deeply ashamed of herself. "No, we have to stop" she began. She tried to squirm out from under Ivan. He grunted angrily, and pinned her back down, his finger pushing even deeper into her. She struggled harder to extract herself from his grip, becoming angry. As she opened her mouth to shout the safe word, Ivan slapped her with the back of his hand across her face, momentarily stunning her. Before she could recover enough to say the safe word, he shoved her panties into her mouth, choking her, and wrapped duct tape around her face, silencing her. She reached for the tape, desperate to be able to say the safe word. He took both her hands in his vice like grip and flipped her over on to her stomach. She flopped desperately on the bed, as he taped her elbows and then her wrists together behind her back.

Sara's eyes met her husband's eyes as the robot drove his stiff cock into her anus. She screamed into the gag.

...

Two weeks later, Simon Carruthers arrived at the White House. As he went through security, he chatted amiably with the staff. He beamed with pleasure as one of the guards complimented him on his new dress. Because of his status as the President's chief technology advisor, he did not wear a pink sissy dress as most men did these days. Instead, he wore a form hugging knee length black dress with matching black pumps. As he walked towards the oval office with a confident but thoroughly feminine walk, his curly shoulder length hair bounced prettily. The only way that anyone could tell he was a man was the obligatory shock collar around his slender neck.

All of the other participants in the meeting were women - including of course President Elaine Weatherspoon. As he waited for the President to arrive, Simon recalled the day that the President had announced to the press corps that she had appointed a man to the position of technology advisor. His appointment was, he knew, still controversial among some women. The fact that Simon had complied so fully, even enthusiastically, with the President's feminization campaign was only partially effective in smoothing ruffled feathers. There were still many women who thought that the only proper place for a man was in the home. Simon knew that there were many who complained that women had had to endure centuries of arrogant mansplaining before changing technology and social mores had elevated women to a superior position in society. But the President was adamant that if a man was willing to comply fully with the campaign to eliminate toxic masculinity in favour of feminization, and to agree that women were the superior sex, then she would take advice from wherever she saw fit.

As the President entered the room, everyone stood. She waved at them all to sit. Simon smoothed his dress underneath him as he resumed sitting.

"I have asked Dr. Carruthers to join us today to give us his advice on the issue of AI robotics, "the President began. "As you know, recently several companies have started providing women with personal 'companion robots'. That is corporate speak for sex robots. Apparently, some women want to have their cake and eat it too. So to speak." She paused as several women chuckled. "Although the feminization of men has been successful in eliminating the worst features of toxic masculinity, it seems that some women find that feminized men are just not that sexually interesting after a while. No offence meant, Dr. Carruthers. I am sure your wife still finds you endlessly interesting."

Simon smiled disarmingly and brushed his hair back from his face. "Thank you, Madam President."

"The reason I have asked Dr. Carruthers for his advice is that recently there have been two alarming incidents in which it appears that robots refused to take no for an answer and sexually assaulted their owners. Since robots are enormously strong -- which is why they have supplanted men in all the occupations requiring physical strength -- the prospect of robots committing rape is not easily ignored."

The President looked around the room to let her words sink in. Several of the women cabinet secretaries looked visibly alarmed.

Victoria Street, the Director of the Commission for the Suppression of Toxic Masculinity, interjected, "The principal reason to be concerned about these reports is that if robots with AI are starting to develop toxic masculinity, the entire basis of the feminization campaign is undermined. The example I always use is the fireman, who in the bad old days was every woman's dream of the perfect man. If we cannot rely on robots equipped with AI to be firemen, then we might need to go back to using biological men as firemen. Obviously, we would want those firemen to be big and strong -- manly men as it were. It would be impossible to say with a straight face that once they go home, then they should dress and comport themselves as sissies. And that is just one example. Across all sectors of our economy, we would have to go back to relying on the upper body strength of men to do many jobs which are now done by robots. I am sure you can think of other examples."

The Secretary of Defence chimed in. "Madam President, if we could not rely on AI programmed robots, we would have to go back to using biological men as soldiers. Modern weapons can be used by women just as effectively as men, but there is no avoiding the fact that sometimes in combat physical strength is required. Sometimes hand to hand combat is still required, even in the 21st century. Under those conditions, we could not use women as soldiers against armies from countries where the men are unfeminized."

The President nodded. "Thank you, Jane, that is obviously a very important example."

The President nodded at her Attorney General. "Sheila, could you bring us up to date on what is known about these incidents from a legal point of view?"

Sheila Finestone was a severe looking middle-aged woman, every inch the former prosecutor she was. She wore her hair tied tightly in a bun, a dark pant suit, and sensible flat shoes. Simon found himself thinking that if anyone in the room looked masculine, it was the AG.

"The FBI is investigating two cases of robots apparently committing sexual assault on the women who owned them. In both cases, the women involved are only reluctantly co-operating with our investigations, and are mortified by the prospect of their cases becoming public knowledge. The alleged assaults only came to our attention when the hospitals that treated their injuries reported what appeared to be injuries caused by rape."

The AG pushed her glasses back on her nose, consulted her notes and continued. "Madam President, we cannot, of course, charge a robot with having committed a crime. A robot is not a legal person. The only possible criminal charges are against the persons who sold these robots to these women, the persons who manufactured them and possibly the persons who programmed them."

"As the President has noted, these robots were sold as 'companions.' I will refer to them as sex robots, because that is what they are. They are really nothing more than very sophisticated sex toys. They exist because, although it is not socially acceptable for a woman to be openly submissive to a man these days, there are apparently some women who enjoy the kink of being submissive to men in private." The AG rolled her eyes. "For many such women there is an uncomfortable cognitive dissonance created by being submissive to their men in private, but dominant in public. The apparent answer is to buy a male sex robot. These sex robots are incredibly life like, and - not to put too fine a point on it -- anatomically correct. With modern AI programming, settings can be chosen which are said to provide their owners with the experience of being submissive to a man, in a discrete, private setting. All perfectly legal, even if distasteful to many of us who have battled for years to overcome toxic masculinity."

"According to the manufacturers, if the settings of these sex robots are properly configured by their owners, they ought to be perfectly safe. The owners are advised repeatedly to establish a safe word that can be used to stop the robots if they do anything that makes the owner feel uncomfortable. In both cases that have been reported to us, it seems that the women were physically prevented by the robots from speaking the safe words they had established. Our current legal theory is that failing to address such an obvious flaw in the security settings amounted to criminal negligence on the part of the programmers and the manufacturers. I am looking forward to hearing Dr. Carruthers's views of the reasonableness of that position."

Elaine Weatherspoon turned towards Simon. "Well, Dr. Carruthers. What say you about all this?"

Simon brushed a stray hair from his face and took a deep breath. "Well, let me begin by talking about the elephant in the room. If the AI robots are not completely safe for women to use, if there is any prospect of them using their enormous strength against their owners, then the government will have to take action of some kind that could have a profound effect on the relative status and roles of the sexes. If the use of robots has to be restricted, then this will probably have the effect of making the natural upper body strength of biological men more important than it is presently. In short, it could enhance the social and economic status of men. So, you are asking yourself, can you rely on a man -- me -- to give you unbiased advice?"

This, Simon said to himself, is where I lose the room or don't. With what he hoped was a disarming smile, he continued. "And, of course, you are right to ask that question. I am not in a position to give you unbiased advice. Any decision that the government takes WILL have an effect on my social and economic status and that of other men. But consider this: if you were listening to a woman in this chair, she would be in exactly the same position as I am. Any government decision will have an effect on the social and economic status of women as well. So, there is no woman who can give you unbiased advice on this issue either."

The President smiled slightly. "You are reminding me why I chose you to advise me on this, Dr. Carruthers. You have my complete trust. Please proceed."

Simon noticed that Victoria Street looked quite unhappy, almost opening her mouth to speak, but remained silent. He looked directly at her as he continued. "The idea that robots could rebel against the humans that created them has long been a staple of science fiction. The development of Artificial Intelligence has intensified those fears."

"There are two questions that come to mind. First, could the creator of a robot with an Artificial Intelligence program deliberately program the robot to commit rape? The answer to that question is, in my opinion, almost certainly yes. I have no reason to think that any of the manufacturers of the robots currently in use have done so, but is it possible? Yes. Of course, I would not presume to speculate about how likely it is."

"The harder question..." Simon continued..."is whether the creator of the robot's AI program might accidentally produce a robot that would commit rape. And there, I think the answer is also yes. Put another way, can a robot programmed to have sex be made completely safe? I think the answer to that question is no."

There was an audible stir in the room.

Simon continued. "Let me recount the history of this issue. It used to be thought that we could avoid robots being dangerous to humans by making sure that their programs provided that they could not do anything that might cause pain or injury to a human being. Unfortunately, we very quickly realized that a blanket prohibition to that effect would be unworkable. An obvious example would be the soldier robots we discussed earlier. Less obviously, any such provision would make it impossible for the robots to defend themselves if attacked by a human. When programmers tried to fashion a program that would allow robots to use reasonable force to defend themselves, it was discovered that while it is an easy thing to say as a matter of general principle that a robot could use reasonable force to defend itself, it is very difficult to put that into a computer program. It is all so situation specific."

"If a blanket prohibition against any AI robot against causing pain or injury to a human was unworkable, then perhaps the correct approach was to address the issue in the programming of specific types of robots. Dealing with sex robots, the first thought was a computer program that would prohibit any act that might cause pain or injury to the woman involved. As I am sure the AG will agree, the problem with that approach is that it is possible to rape someone without causing physical pain or injury. I understand that the essential element of rape is not pain or injury, but lack of consent."

The AG nodded.

Simon continued. "When the programmers were told that what was needed was a program that would prevent a robot from doing anything during sex without the woman's consent, they nearly had a nervous breakdown. Did that mean that every single time the robot touched a woman during a sexual encounter, the robot had to first seek consent? For example, if the woman consented to being kissed once, did that mean that the computer had to seek consent for the second kiss? For the third? For the use of the robot's tongue? Etc., etc. You can imagine that that sort of conversation would kill the mood, pretty fast. Especially, as the AG has said, the whole point of using the sex robot was to simulate submitting to the male partner."

"In short, developing a program which would enable the sex robot to dominate the female partner, without any risk that the robot will do something that the woman did not mean to consent to, is fiendishly difficult. Yes, the program can probably be adjusted to ensure that the female partner is never deprived of the ability to use the safe word. But, even then, if the robot has already done something that the woman did not intend to consent to, the use of the safe word will come after the act of rape has already been committed. There is no way to reduce the risk of a rape being committed to absolute zero. Some degree of risk will always have to be tolerated, if we allow sex robots to be used at all."

Victoria Street could not restrain herself any longer. "Dr. Carruthers" she began, emphasizing his title in a voice dripping with sarcasm, "I think that you would have a less cavalier attitude towards rape if your sex had been the victims of rape for thousand of years, as women have."

Simon put the best sympathetic look he could muster on his face. Inside, he was shouting with joy. As Karl and Justin had predicted, Victoria had taken the bait.

"Madam Director, I cannot apologize for all men for all the rapes that men have committee over the years. I do not wish to minimize the seriousness of this problem. My best advice is that it is impossible to be entirely sure that a robot with an AI program will not commit rape, unless you write a program that requires that the robot ask for specific express permission for each and every touch of a woman's body. Which, as I understand it, would destroy the whole point of using a sex robot."

Victoria snorted. "I think we tell the women who entertain those sorts of perverse fantasies to grow up and be thankful that we have eliminated the sort of toxic masculinity that led to rape. If those women want to be dominated by men, they should go to the backwoods where all the Incel men live, and good luck to them."

...

President Weatherspoon spoke into the phone that was being held against the side of her head. "Martina, I am turning in for the evening." She suppressed a gasp as she felt her robot's stiff cock pushing between the cheeks of her ass. Her arms ached; her hands cuffed to the frame far above her head. Her feet dangled above the floor, waving helplessly. She bit her lip, listening to her security chief, her eyes fixed on the ball gag that her robot held just in front of her mouth. "Yes, you have a good night too." Her robot ended the call and dropped the phone on the floor. He used both hands to pull the ball gag deep into her mouth. She choked as the gag filled her mouth. "Shut the fuck up" the robot hissed, smacking her ass with the flat of his hand.

She caught sight of herself in the mirror on the other side of the room, the robot's lustful face beside her face, his hands now grasping her breasts. She groaned as she felt his hard cock pushing into her wetness. The knowledge that just beyond the door were two security guards that assumed that the leader of the free world was now safely in bed with a good book, and not being fucked like a bitch in heat, added to the excitement. In the back of her mind she allowed a moment of irritation that that insufferable puritan Victoria wanted to take this pleasure away from her, interrupted by the pain of the robot grasping her hair in a vice like grip and pulling her back as far as her body would go.

In the basement, her security chief watched the video screen with an amused face.