When Cassidy had turned 18, the government’s formal assessment process had classified her breast size in the “slut” range – suitable for marriage, rape, decoration and breeding. She would never hold a position of power, and she would probably be forcibly impregnated by a stranger before the age of 25 if she didn’t find a man to marry first, but it was still a good outcome for a young woman in a male-dominated world.
But her tits didn’t stop growing just because she’d gained her legal majority, and at the age of 21 her annual re-inspection formally recategorised her boobs from “tits” into “udders”, with a corresponding reclassification from “slut” into “cow”.
The reclassification removed the last of her rights, as she was no longer legally a human. She immediately became the legal property of the dominant male in her life – in Cassidy’s case, her father – and it was at his whim whether Cassidy would continue to enjoy the normal life of a young woman in a patriarchal utopia, or whether she would be pressed into service as cattle to produce milk and be repeatedly impregnated.
Regardless, she was no longer allowed to wear the cute skirts and blouses she had once enjoyed. Now she was required to dress in nothing more than a tiny string monokini – really nothing more than a string rope that passed over her shoulders, down over her nipples (at least in theory) and then between her pussy lips, spreading them lewdly apart.
In practice, however, it was hard to keep the string in place over her nipples – and fully exposing her udders in public without male permission was an offence that could lead to breast whippings, rape, or worse.
She realised that she would need to use pegs or clamps of some sort to keep the bikini in place over her nipples in future. It would hurt, to go about with clamps on her nipples, but it would be better than the alternative, and she supposed she deserved it for having such giant fuckmelons.
After a couple of days, she realised she would probably need a clamp for her cunt, too. Because the humiliation of going around naked perversely aroused her, and the constant pain in her nipples aroused her more, and she found that when she was in public her cunt would become quite distractingly wet.
And with her pussy spread open by the monokini, as she produced sex juices they would slowly drool down to the lower lip of her labia – and then they would drip, visibly, onto the ground beneath her.
And it was, after all, a crime for a woman to make such a slutty mess. If she was caught standing in a puddle of her slut-honey, she would made to lick it up on all fours, and then she would be spanked, or raped, or…
Thinking about it just made her even wetter. She decided that she should make clamping her cunt shut a priority…
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“more than a thing rope”
Thank you, fixed! (Along with the other typo that was on the line above it.)
at one place monokini became bikini