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In due course the two officers returned to the inspection room. They looked at the milking machine, and took a note that Riley had produced little more than a few drops of colostrum.
“Her udders are sufficiently large,” said the male officer, “but they’re not yet producing milk. I suppose that makes her Bimbo grade.”
“I’ll mark it down,” said the female officer.
The male officer bent down and stroked Riley’s face. “Did you have a fun time with your boyfriend?” he asked her.
“Yes, sir,” said Riley, obediently.
“We had a wonderful time,” said Tristan. “In fact, she even asked me to own her. Could you possibly get the paperwork for that started? We may as well set it in motion right now.”
“Absolutely,” said the female officer. She retrieved a couple of pieces of paper from a file.
Meanwhile, the male officer was unbinding Riley’s nude body from the milking frame. Riley was grateful to be free, and she flexed her fingers and wrists appreciatively.
The woman put the paper in front of Riley, and gave her a pen.
“Sign here, that you want to be property,” she said.
Riley scanned over the paper. “It doesn’t say whose property I’ll be,” she said. “None of these fields are filled out yet.”
“If you’re questioning your new owner,” said the female officer, “then it doesn’t sound like you really want to be owned by him. Is that the case?”
Riley remembered Tristan’s description of the “rape brothels”.
“No,” she said quickly. “It’s fine.”
The text above the signature block read, “I certify that I am animal, not a person, and that I need to be owned, and that to the best of my ability to think rationally, given my female intelligence, I wish to be owned by the person nominated on the form, and I give him permission to treat him as he chooses, including but not limited to raping me, disciplining me, selling me to others, and abusing me for his enjoyment, and request him to make all decisions in my life, including as regards to my training, employment, medical care and reproductive rights.”
She took the pen and signed her name on both pages of the form – signing away her freedom, potentially forever, if Tristan didn’t honour his promise to release her after a year.
“Good girl,” said Tristan, and took the paper from her.
“What are you going to call her?” asked the male officer.
“What do you mean?” asked Riley.
“Oh, he gets to pick your legal name, now that you’re a slave,” said the officer. “It’s always fun to re-name a bitch.”
“Well, clearly I’m going to call her Kitten,’ said Tristan. “I think Kitten Tits. First name Kitten, last name Tits. That should help keep her family and friends from finding her until she’s properly trained.”
“Shall we just put that on her documentation paperwork?” asked the female officer.
“Go ahead,” said Tristan. “I guess it will be like Riley vanished forever somewhere between Brazil and here, and a cute new slave-girl named Kitten Tits stepped off the plane.”
“Once you’re renamed, it’s an offence to ever answer to your old name – your deadname,” said the male officer to Riley. “Or to ever mention it or acknowledge it in any context. You’re Kitten Tits now, understand?”
“Tristan – we didn’t discuss this…” said Riley in desperation.
“Sssh, Kitten,” said Tristan. “You’re property now, and we don’t need to hear your opinions.”
“Don’t worry,” said the male officer. “We only have a few tests left to go, relating to skill and attitude.”
“We’re just going to grade you on a variety of sexual tasks,” said the female officer. “You’ll be assessed for three minutes, and your performance will be graded as either “worthless”, “acceptable” or “skilled”. If you receive grades of “worthless”, then you may, at our discretion or that of your owner, be referred for corrective rape and re-education.”
“In other words,” said the male officer, “it’s in your interests to do your best at being a fun little fuckdoll.”
“In all these scenarios, your job is to please the men in the room – even if you’re technically interacting with a woman,” said the female officer. “Female pleasure is irrelevant, and lesbian acts exist solely to please male cocks. And you won’t be given any specific feedback as to what will best please the men who are present – it’s up to you to anticipate that.”
Tristan laughed. “Do your best, Kitten Tits,” he said. “If you get graded as worthless, I will absolutely send you for corrective rape. I think that would be amusing to watch.”
“You have three minutes on each task,” said the male officer. “Your first task is to masturbate yourself for the entertainment of men. Your time starts now.”
Riley jumped. It was all so sudden. She hadn’t really taken it in. She was to… rub her cunt? To entertain the men?
She reached down and began to finger her pussy. After all the stimulation and humiliation she had received, it felt good to be in control of her own sexual pleasure. She moaned slightly.
The two officers and Tristan were watching. The male officer was taking notes.
She had to do this well, or else she would receive “corrective rape” – and “re-education”, whatever that was. She had to please the officer, and Tristan.
Were they pleased by her rubbing her cunt? She spread her legs wider, to give them a better view.
What would please Tristan?
“I’m thinking about you, sir,” she said to Tristan. “I’m thinking about you raping me, and how good that would feel. I’m thinking about how tasty your cock is and how much I want to serve it.”
She wracked her brain for further inspiration.
“I’m thinking about what a bitch I’ve been to you, and how I deserve to be punished,” she said – and then gave a little gasp, because it *did* feel good to finger her pussy, even if these men she hated were watching her.
“Good Kitten,” said Tristan. He took out his cock and began to masturbate as well, aiming his dick at her.
“I want to be your good little Kitten Tits,” Riley moaned. “I want to be your pet. I want to…”
“That’s enough,” said the male officer. “Three minutes is up. That was a good performance. Does anyone have any objection to me marking the bitch as ‘skilled’?”
Tristan and the female officer shook their heads, and the male officer made his notes.
“Next,” he said to Riley, “you will perform lesbian kissing with a bitch for male entertainment.”
Riley turned to the female officer – only to discover that the woman was undressing, peeling off her uniform. She wore no underwear underneath, and when she removed her cap and let down her long red hair, Riley was surprised by just how attractive the officer was. She had clearly had breast enhancements, and her pussy was hairless – and visibly wet.
“Remember, Kitten,” said Tristan. “Lesbianism isn’t for your enjoyment, but ours – although it should still arouse you. Make sure to use your whole body, and remember to let us see your tongue as you kiss.”
“Don’t worry,” said the female officer, as she knelt in front of Riley, “if you fail here, you will learn everything you need to in re-education. The training can be quite harsh – they use cattle prods to enforce compliance – but you’ll learn how to tongue-kiss other bitches entertainingly, and even how to swap mouthfuls of cum or piss with them for the entertainment of men.”
Riley shuddered in horror, and resolved to do her best to pass this assessment. She leaned in and extended her tongue, remembering what Tristan had said. The officer extended her own tongue, and they began to sluttily lick each other’s tongues as Tristan and the male officer watched.
“Use your whole body,” Tristan had said, and so Riley moved closer to the female officer until their tits were touching. She put a hand on the back of the woman’s neck, pulling her closer, and finally their lips met, and Riley found herself sucking on the woman’s tongue. She put her other hand on the woman’s left breast, and squeezed.
The female officer began to moan with lust, and Riley reciprocated. She adjusted her position so the officer’s left knee was between her legs, and began to hump her wet pussy against the officer’s thigh as she kissed the woman and crushed her breast in her hand.
“Three minutes,” said the male officer finally, and the two women broke up, each breathing heavily.
“Acceptable,” panted the female officer. “The bitch is hot, but a truly skilled girlfucker could have made me cum from a kiss alone.”
Riley felt a bit hurt that she was only “acceptable” – but it was better than failing, she supposed.
To Riley’s surprise, the male officer stepped forward and slapped his female colleague across the face.
“That’s for not being more entertaining, bitch,” he said to her.
The female officer looked downcast. “Yes, sir,” she said. “I’m sorry, sir.” And she kissed his groin, through his pants, by way of apology.
“Next task is to masturbate a bitch using only your hands,” said the male officer.
He gave no further instruction, but started his timer, so Riley moved towards the female officer.
But the female officer was not spreading her legs for RIley. Instead, she had them clenched together.
“Can you please spread your legs?” she asked.
“Fuck you,” spat the female officer, smiling.
Riley looked at the male officer in confusion.
“You’ve used up 30 seconds,” he told her. “You’d best get going.”
“But she won’t cooperate!” complained Riley.
“So what?” asked the officer. “Her consent isn’t relevant.”
Riley realised the officer expected Riley to *force* the woman’s legs open – to finger-rape her without consent, effectively.
She grabbed the female officer’s legs, and tried to force them apart – but the woman was much stronger than Riley.
“Please,” begged Riley. “I have to finger-fuck you.”
“He and I have a standing bet,” said the female officer, looking at the male. “If I let the detainee penetrate my pussy during the masturbation assessment, he discharges his Taser into my cunt after the assessment is over. Bitches have to learn how to rape other bitches.”
Riley moaned – and then decided that, if she was supposed to force this woman, she may as well take out her humiliation and frustration on her. She let go of the legs, and instead slapped the female officer across the face. The woman gasped in shock – and then Riley grabbed her nipples and pulled, hard.
The officer squealed – and her legs parted, slightly.
Riley took advantage to force them further apart, pressing her chest down between them. And when the woman’s hairless cunt came into sight, she stabbed at it with her fingers, not caring if she hurt the woman, desperate to get her hand inside the woman’s wet twat.
She felt the dampness of the woman’s cunt, and pushed harder, getting most of her hand into the woman’s fuckhole, as the female officer struggled and pushed at her and tried to close her legs. Then she curled her fingers back around in a beckoning gesture, to press against the woman’s G-spot, and began to violently fist-fuck her rapehole.
She was raping another woman, she realised – and honestly, it felt amazing. This bitch had it coming.
It only took a minute of this violation to produce results. The female officer suddenly screamed – and then she began to buck, and Riley became aware of wetness bathing her hand. The woman was cumming, and squirting all over Riley’s wrist, and over the floor.
“Three minutes,” said the male officer. “Congratulations on not just raping her, but making her cum. I’ll rate you as ‘skilled’.” He looked at the female officer. “I guess your pussy has a date with the Taser later.”
The female officer whimpered.
“I’m sorry, sir, for squirting everywhere like a disgusting whore,” she said. Then she looked at Riley significantly.
“I’m sorry, sir, for making her squirt like a disgusting whore,” said Riley.
“You’re both forgiven,” said the male officer. “Kitten Tits, lick up the mess.”
Riley coloured with humiliation and revulsion – but she knew she would be forced to obey. She lowered herself to all fours, then lowered her face to the ground, and began to lick up the female officer’s squirt, just like a good little kitten.
When she was done, the male officer had her next task ready.
“You will now perform oral sex on another bitch,” he told her. Riley was not sure if she was relieved or exhausted to see that the female officer had her legs spread, and clearly did not intend to fight Riley this time. Riley crawled between the woman’s legs and lowered her face to the woman’s cunt.
But Riley had no natural talent as a lesbian, and very little experience. She tried to give the woman the experience that she herself would want to receive – long, gentle licks at her clitoris, and probing stimulation around the entrance to her fuckhole – but it got very little response from the officer, and nor was what she did very visible to the men.
At the end of three minutes, the female officer seemed more frustrated than aroused.
“Worthless,” she proclaimed. “At least from my perspective. Unless you were entertained, sir?”
The male officer shook his head. “All I could see was her head pressed into your pussy. I agree, worthless.”
Riley cringed. Would she be forced to engage in “re-education” as a result of her failure? She looked across at Tristan – her new owner. She suspected it would be his opinion that decided the matter, once this documentation process was over – and his cruel smile didn’t give her any reason to feel reassured.
“The next two assessments are your proficiency at oral sex, and your proficiency at anal sex,” said the male officer. “I see no reason why we can’t assess them simultaneously, with help from your owner.” He looked at Tristan. “Would you prefer to take her mouth, or her ass?”
“I believe I’d like to sample her anus,” said Tristan, rising and once again exposing his cock.
Riley made a noise of protest. She hated anal sex! She had only tried it twice, and called it to a halt within minutes on both occasions, finding it too painful and degrading.
But she had no choice in the matter. The male officer was lifting her up bodily and draping her over the examination table, her head on one side and her ass on the other. Tristan stepped behind her, and slathered the cleft of her buttocks with cold lubricant from a bottle, even as the male officer pushed his cock into Riley’s mouth.
“Three minutes,” he said. “Begin.”
Riley did her best to service the officer’s cock. She wasn’t bad at blowjobs, after all. But her concentration was almost immediately disrupted by Tristan forcing his cock into her asshole. It hurt! She whimpered around her mouthful of dick.
“Shush, Kitten,” said Tristan. “You should get used to this. I can see that you hate it, and precisely for that reason I intend to train you in it thoroughly.” He began to slowly push his cock in and out of her rectum.
The male officer slapped her cheek lightly. “No teeth, bitch,” he told her – and only then did Riley realise she had begun to clamp her jaw against the pain. She relaxed, and did her best to focus on making her mouth an enjoyable cocksleeve for the officer.
But despite trying her best, by the time three minutes was up, it was clear that Riley had not been a model fucktoy.
“Acceptable, barely,” said the male officer, pulling his cock out of Riley’s mouth and wiping it clean on her cheek. “What about you?” he continued, addressing Tristan.
“Worthless, I’m afraid,” said Tristan. “She will definitely require anal re-education.”
“No!” objected Riley. “Please! I can do better… let me try again!” Her ass ached, but she would happily let it be fucked for another three minutes if that meant avoiding some horrifying rape-school.
“Shut up, bitch,” said the male officer, and slapped her across the face. “We’re not wasting time to let you keep trying until you get it right.”
The next task was to masturbate a male using her hands. At this, at least, Riley was competent. She took the male officer’s cock into her hands and pumped it eagerly, pointing it at his female co-worker, who knelt in front of him, and to Riley’s pride and delight she managed to make him cum before the three minutes was up, with the result that he discharged his cum directly into the female officer’s eyes, making her flinch away and blink, waiting there as it dripped down onto her chin and tits until the male officer finally gave her permission to clean it away by transferring it to her mouth.
She received a rating of “skilled”.
Then Riley was required to masturbate a man using her breasts. This was new to her – and, given that the male officer had just orgasmed, she was required to use Tristan as her subject.
Even after pouring lube on her tits, she still didn’t quite know how to give an effective titjob, and rather than pleasing Tristan she just seemed to make him wince. He slapped her three times, correcting her technique each time, but by the end of three minutes she still didn’t seem to have made much impact.
“Worthless,” proclaimed Tristan, and Riley knew that it was a grade she deserved.
And the final test of skill was vaginal sex – and this involved Tristan fucking her, once again. Riley had received too many ratings of “worthless”, and she was scared of what they might mean, so as much as she hated Tristan, she did her best to please him as he raped her. She told him how much she loved him, and what a stupid bitch she had been to reject his sexual harassment of her, and how much she enjoyed being raped by his dick.
Her words – and her desperate humping against his cock – must have been effective, because just as the three minute mark came, he orgasmed, firing another load of his cum up into her unprotected womb.
“Skilled,” he gasped as he ejaculated, and then he kissed her on the lips, and Riley hated the fact that she felt a glow of pride – and even affection – as she received this praise. She felt disgusting, for feeling good about being told she was fun to rape, but she couldn’t help it.
“Well,” said the male officer, looking at Riley’s ratings. “A skilled whore in some respects, and a frigid bitch in others. What do you think?”
Tristan said, “Providing that she otherwise passes documentation, I’ll arrange for her to receive suitable training over the coming months.”
The male officer nodded.
“Very good,” he said. “And now, Kitten Tits, we only have three assessments remaining – attitude, self-degradation, and orgasm responsiveness…”
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