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Miss Honeybell led Tayla over to a set of shelves on one side of the room. Here, she fastened a strip of red paper around Tayla’s wrist.
“What is this, miss?” asked Tayla.
“It shows you’re a rape slut, sweetie,” said Miss Honeybell. “We put them on all the girls who choose to cocktease a man into impregnating them without being in a relationship first. There’s maybe two or three of you in this class. It just means that you’re a little stupider and sluttier than the other girls, so you need a little more attention.”
Tayla blushed and instantly began to hate the sight of the red paper around her wrist.
Then Miss Honeybell knelt in front of Tayla, and had Tayla part her legs slightly, so that she could take a picture of Tayla’s pussy with her phone. Then she pushed a couple of fingers up into Tayla’s fuckhole, making Tayla blush, and moan slightly.
“Yes, I’d say you’re about a nine, currently,” said Miss Honeybell. She stood, and took an object off the shelf.
It was a dildo – and thicker than any dildo Tayla had ever seen.
“Why don’t you push this up inside you, Snowball?” asked Miss Honeybell.
Tayla drew back from it. “It won’t fit, miss!” she objected.
“Of course it will,” said Miss Honeybell. “In a few months, you’re going to have to fit a baby’s skull through your vagina, as part of giving birth. This is significantly smaller than a baby, so it’s well within what your cunt can accept. By using a dildo that stretches you a little, it will help your fuckhole prepare to deliver your child. Once you’re used to this one, we’ll move you up to a larger size.”
Tayla had no choice but to try and push the obscenely wide dildo into her cunt. At first she thought it simply wouldn’t go, but her cunt *was* very wet – especially after tongue-raping Milkshake – and by spreading her legs wide, she found she was able to get the tip to slowly dilate the entrance to her fuckhole, and then finally slide inside.
She whimpered as she felt the monstrous girth push inside her. She was sure she couldn’t close her legs all the way with this thing violating her twat.
“There’s a good girl, Tayla,” said Miss Honeybell. “Now, just keep fucking yourself with that at any time that your hands and pussy aren’t required for anything else, understand? There will be punishments for girls who don’t keep masturbating.”
Unhappily, Tayla began to slide the giant dildo in and out of her. It hurt – but also the uncomfortable fullness of her cunt felt good. She blushed bright red as she obediently masturbated herself with the dildo.
“Now, I think it’s time to start class,” said Miss Honeybell.
She picked up a small bell, and rang it, and the assembled pregnant women began to crawl over to where Miss Honeybell was standing.
“Good cows,” said Miss Honeybell. “Squat for me and play with your pussies.”
All the women moved into a squatting position, their legs spread wide, as they worked large dildos into their cunts and looked up at their teacher. Tayla dropped down into the same position, blushing as she kept working the painfully large sex toy in and out of her rapehole.
“Say hello, cows,” said Miss Honeybell.
And all the assembled women mooed, loudly, like cows. Once Tayla realised what was happening, she mooed along with them.
Looking around at this assemblage of naked, pregnant women, mooing like animals while fucking themselves, Tayla found it hard to remember how she had ever defended the notion that women deserved respect and dignity. These women – herself included – looked like nothing so much as embarrassing, sex-obsessed animals. It was no wonder the people of Modwina thought women needed a man to control them.
“Read your lessons, cows,” said Miss Honeybell, and she pointed to a whiteboard which had three simple phrases on it.
Tayla read them out loud along with the other women.
I am a female animal and my brain doesn’t work properly.
I think with my cunt because I’m a stupid slut.
I don’t understand my body and can’t be trusted with it.
“Very good, pets,” said Miss Honeybell. “Now, today we’re going to work on identifying women. Have you ever had the experience where you’ve met a woman and learned her name, but then on a later occasion you’ve completely forgotten you’ve met her before?”
Most of the women in the room nodded as they masturbated. Tayla was among them.
“That’s because women’s faces aren’t designed to carry identification information,” said Miss Honeybell. “We’re just different from men, that’s all. It’s unreasonable to expect to recognise a woman by her face. After all, our faces are just a pair of eyes to help us understand what men want us to do, and a hole for men to put their cock into.”
Tayla frowned. That didn’t feel right. Surely she could identify a woman by her face?
“I’ve got a photo here of one of the girls in our class,” said Miss Honeybell. And she held up a large photo showing a naked woman. The woman’s face had been blurred out, but it was clear that she was blonde and had large tits. “Can you guess who this is?”
The girls looked around at each other. And Tayla realised she *wasn’t* looking at the faces of the other girls – she was just looking for a blonde with big tits. There were three, as it turned out, so she looked back at the photo and saw that the girl in the photo had a distinctive enlarged clitoris that poked out from between her pussy lips…
But someone else had already beaten Tayla to the answer. A redheaded girl put up her hand, and said, “It’s Butterboobs, miss,”
Miss Honeybell smiled. “That’s right, it is a picture of Butterboobs.” She pointed at the buxom blonde in question.
“Now this one,” she said, and showed a picture of a brunette with medium sized tits that had large, dark areolae. Her pussy lips were slightly parted in even a neutral position.
Tayla looked around, staring at the tits and pussies of the other girls – but again she was too slow.
It was Milkshake who spoke. “I think it’s Sugarpussy, miss, “ she said – and once again she was congratulated on being right.
The next picture showed a gorgeous full-breasted redhead.
The girls looked around at each other, trying to work out who it might be – but Tayla noticed that the woman in the picture had a clitoris piercing, with a tiny charm hanging from it in the shape of a cat’s head. She was sure she had not seen such a piece of jewellery on any of the other naked girls, which mean…
“Miss!” she exclaimed. “It’s you!”
Miss Honeybell laughed. “Very good, Snowball!” she said. “This one is me. Well spotted! But of course it would have been easier if my tits and pussy had been bare, wouldn’t it?”
They all nodded.
“It’s important for men to be able to see your udders and your cunt to identify you,” said Miss Honeybell. “You can’t expect them to know who you are just based on your forgettable face. You need to remember that you’re not very interesting and men won’t remember you or think about you when you’re not around. So I’m going to teach you a simple system to describe and identify women in a way that everyone can understand.”
There were only seven things that were relevant to describing a woman – age, overall face type, skin colour, hair colour, weight, tits and cunt.
“Age is easy,” said Miss Honeybell. “A girl under 18 is a child. Between 18 and 30 is young. Over 30 is mature. Over 60 is elderly.”
The girls nodded.
“There are only five female face types,” said Miss Honeybell. “And those are stupid, bitchy, bratty, slutty, and ugly. I have a slutty face, and so does Snowball here. Milkshake has a bitchy face. Butterboobs over there has a stupid face. Sugarpussy has a bratty face that’s just begging to be slapped. And Creamballoons up the back there has an ugly face, and I’m sorry, dear, but you’re extremely lucky that you found someone to fuck you pregnant.”
Tayla didn’t immediately grasp how to tell the differences between the faces, but she did immediately feel that what Miss Honeybell had said was intuitively correct. Milkshake’s face *did* look bitchy, and Butterboobs *did* look kind of stupid.
“I think you already understand skin colour and hair colour,” Miss Honeybell went on. “And in terms of weight, there’s only two options – skinny and fat. If you’re not skinny, you’re fat.”
Tayla instinctively assumed she was fat. She looked around, and saw several girls with thinner waists than her, and mentally classified them as skinny.
“In terms of tits, there are five sizes of udder,” said Miss Honeybell. “These aren’t based on objective measurements – this is designed to be a way to *quickly* identify a woman, after all – but rather just on a quick aesthetic judgement. It’s more about how big the woman’s tits look in relation to her body than their actual size.”
The five sizes turned out to be:
- Freakishly tiny
- Disappointingly small
- Mediocre
- Sluttishly large
- Whorishly huge
Miss Honeybell encouraged some brief discussion amongst the girls as to what size tits they had. The consensus seemed to be that Tayla’s were “sluttishly large”, although if they kept swelling as her lactation increased she was likely to cross over into “whorishly huge”.
And finally there was a description of the cunt. The girls learned that cunt shape was primarily defined by the inner and other cunt lips – the labia majora and minora – and that there were several words that could therefore be used to describe cunts – which were, coincidentally, the same words that had been used to describe women’s faces.
“Slutty” – the outer lips slightly parted, in the neutral position, to show the inner lips.
“Bitchy” – the outer lips completely concealing the inner cunt.
“Ugly” – lengthened inner lips that extend out past the outer lips
“Stupid” – shorter inner lips that *don’t* extend past the outer lips
“Bratty” – an oversized clitoris that pokes beyond its hood at all times
“There’s no such thing as a good cunt, or a pretty cunt,” said Miss Honeybell. “A man might take pleasure from the appearance of your pussy, but that’s about him. As far as cows like you are concerned, all cunts are ugly and disgusting and inherently deserving of abuse and punishment. Do you understand?”
They all nodded. Tayla thought of all the things that had happened to her cunt since the night she had been raped, and had to agree that they made her ashamed of her pussy.
“Now, I’m giving each of you a pad and pencil,” said Miss Honeybell, “and you’re going to practice describing each other cow in the room.”
The girls crawled around the room, staring at each other’s breasts and pussies.
Tayla decided that Milkshake was a young white thin blonde with a bitchy face, disappointingly small tits, and a slutty ugly cunt.
Butterboobs was a young fat white blonde with a stupid face, whorishly huge tits, and a bitchy stupid bratty cunt.
Sugarpussy was a young fat asian brunette with a bratty face, mediocre udders, and a slutty ugly cunt.
Tayla knew, of course, that all of this was teaching her misogyny, and encouraging her to objectify and body-shame other women and – by extension – herself. It was making her feel sub-human, and deserving of being enslaved and abused solely by virtue of her tits and cunt.
But on the other hand, she was surprised by how easy it was to pick out a woman in a crowd using this taxonomy. She found herself identifying and learning the names of the other women at Breeder School far faster than she ever would have in a normal social situation. She just had to remember that, for example, Creamballoons was a mature thin white brunette with an ugly face, sluttishly large tits, and a bitchy ugly cunt.
When all the girls were done identifying each other, Miss Honeybell took their assessments and showed them the average, or consensus, of what other girls had thought about them.
And that was how Tayla learned that she was a young thin white blonde with a slutty face, sluttishly large udders, and a slutty stupid pussy.
Miss Honeybell followed up this exercise by handing out the photos of each girl’s pussy, and having the girls identify each other based entirely on their cunts.
Tayla found that the descriptive words she had learned for girls’ pussies made it easier to understand the photos she was looking at, and match up each girl with their cunt photo. She felt embarrassed to realise that she would be able to recognise Milkshake in future based entirely on her fuckhole, even after Milkshake’s face had faded from her memory.
And then finally Miss Honeybell had the girls pair up to spank each other’s cunts with their hands.
“Please don’t hesitate to cause pain, girls,” she advised them. “Giving birth will hurt far worse than any torture you can inflict on each other’s twats today. Leave your partner screaming and crying.”
And Tayla – paired for this exercise with Sugarpussy – did indeed scream as Sugarpussy beat Tayla’s pussy thirty times with her hand. But when it was Tayla’s turn to return the favour, she discovered it was oddly enjoyable to deliberately hurt Sugarpussy’s cunt as much as she could, and when Sugarpussy screamed, and began to cry, and tried to force her legs together to prevent further abuse, it felt delicious to resist her, and beat her slutty ugly cunt again and again.
It was the same feeling that Tayla had had when she had kissed and tongue-fucked the non-consenting Milkshake. After all the control that had been taken away from her, and all the abuse she had received, it just felt good to be in control of another woman, and to be the person hurting another girl’s cunt instead of having her cunt hurt.
And when Miss Honeybell told her to stop, Tayla couldn’t wait to shove the oversized dildo back into her own cunt and masturbate. And as she looked at Sugarpussy lying on the floor, clutching her bruised cunt and crying, Tayla felt herself cumming – right there in public, like the slutty-faced little whore that she was.
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