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Sally had worked hard for her position at the St Jude’s Academy for Boys. She had taken pride in being appointed the teacher for the Extension program, which taught only boys who had turned 18, to prepare them for tertiary education.
It was hard to get respect from teenaged boys. It was even harder when they were at an all-boys school where they ran in packs and reinforced each others’ misogyny. It was especially hard when you were an attractive blonde, only a handful of years older than the boys you were teaching.
But Sally had done it. Her boys respected her – or at least feared her. They behaved in class. They did their assignments. They didn’t talk back… mostly. Oh, sure, she got some lip from the Gozzard twins, Hector and Morris, who were prone to call her a bitch and make disgusting sex noises at her when her back was turned, but they were in the minority.
And then the Female Documentation Process had come along, and every woman needed to have her sexual attributes tested, documented, and made publicly available.
Sally had hated it, but she had intended to play along. Comply, cooperate, get documented, and get back to work.
That was until she turned up for her documentation and found the Gozzard twins waiting for her. They had somehow found her documentation date and intended to exercise their public right to observe and assist.
Sally had gone wild. She refused to strip in front of these horrid boys that she taught. She refused to show them her tits and pussy. And so the Female Registration and Compliance Officers had to rip the clothes from her body, and strap her down, and slap her again and again as they poked and prodded her cunt and tits.
The Gozzard boys laughed and laughed and called her a dumb slut. And when it was time for her to demonstrate her sexual performance, the Compliance Officers held her down while Hector pushed his cock into her mouth and Morris pushed his dick into her pussy.
Inevitably, they found her completely unsatisfactory on all measures. She was recorded as having unacceptably disappointing tits, and a bad attitude, and rather than going immediately back to work, she was sent for re-education.
Re-education had involved rape, and conditioning, and hypnotherapy, and long lessons on patriarchal theory. They had given her a boobjob, upgrading her to huge plastic melons that bulged lewdly on her chest. They had dyed her hair blonde. They had charged the full cost of her re-education to her as a debt that she would be surely paying off for a decade.
And then they had sent her back to school.
She returned to work with four strong ideas in her head:
- She must dress attractively to men.
- She must move in ways that provoked male desire.
- She must answer to any name used for her, thank men for their compliments, and respond politely and honestly to questions from men.
- The consequences of provoking arousal or displeasure in men were entirely her fault and her responsibility.
This was a somewhat more extreme set of compulsions than the average woman was given during re-education – but Sally *was* in a position of influence over malleable young minds, and it was essential that she conduct herself in the manner of an ideal woman.
And while the ideas were strongly lodged in her brain by abuse and conditioning, it wasn’t that Sally *couldn’t* resist these thoughts. But as a teacher of young men, even a single complaint about her behaviour would send her back for further re-education – and Sally did not want to be further re-educated.
So Sally dressed for her first day back at school in a tight red dress that indecently hugged her new plastic tits, and stopped just at the bottom of her groin. She wore expensive lingerie, and high heels, and she did her hair and makeup to look like a model or a pornstar. The overall effect was of an expensive escort, prepared for a date that would certainly end in sex.
The principal had been clear on the first lesson she would give her class of boys. She would show them the video of her documentation, explain why it had been necessary, and why she had required re-education.
She walked into the class instinctively swaying her hips, as she had been taught to in re-education.
“Good morning, class,” she said to the assembled young men.
“Good morning, miss,” they chorused.
“Damn, miss,” said Brian in the back of the class. “Those big tits make you look like a whore.”
“Thank you, Brian,” said Sally, blushing. She had been trained to even hold her face differently – her lips always slightly parted and pouty, making her look like she was yearning for a kiss.
She could feel her cunt getting wet. One of the first pieces of conditioning had been to train her to be aroused by the scent of men – their sweat, their pheromones, even their semen. The classroom of sweaty teen boys was having an effect on her pussy. Her nipples were hardening and her face was flushing.
“It feels weird to call you ‘miss’,” said Ray, at the front of the class. “Like, I wouldn’t call a whore ‘miss’, and you look like a whore.”
“You can call me whatever you want, Ray,” said Sally.
“I can call you ‘bitch’?” asked Ray.
“If you want to,” said Sally.
There was laughter from the class.
“Hey bitch,” called Brian. “Hector and Morris say they fucked you while you were away. Is that true?”
She had to reply. She had to tell the truth.
“Yes, Brian,” she said. “I sucked Hector’s cock during my documentation, and Morris fucked my cunt.”
There was more laughter at this.
“Please, boys,” she said. “Today we need to watch the video of my documentation, so you can see for yourself.”
She adjusted the neckline of her dress, knowing it would call attention to her tits as she had been trained to. Then she turned to prepare the video screen for the class. This involved turning her back on the boys, and she bent low at the waist, knowing that her dress would ride up and expose her ass and panties to her students. They might even see the rapidly developing wet patch on the crotch of her panties.
When the video screen was set, she turned to work the laptop, to play the footage, and for this she leaned forward so that the whole class would be able to look down her neckline at her huge new udders.
Then the video started.
“As you are aware, boys, women are disgusting sluts,” Sally said. “The Female Census reveals that almost all women have fantasised about being violently raped. One in 20 women have performed a sexual act with an animal and a further 1 in 10 have fantasised about it. Almost all women have at some point inserted a vegetable into their cunt and tasted it afterwards. It is simply illogical to treat women as anything other than sexual objects, and it’s therefore important to fully document and standardise their sexuality for the good of society.”
The video played, and the boys laughed and cheered as they watched Sally’s humiliation. When she was slapped, she stopped the video to explain how she had been a dumb bitch who required physical discipline.
When her tits and cunt were exposed, she again paused the video to give the boys a good view, and she asked them to describe what they were seeing.
The boys agreed that her pre-upgrade tits were disappointingly small, and that she had deserved to be slapped and raped for having such small tits. She smiled and told them that they were correct.
When they were asked about her cunt, they called it “ugly”, “whorish”, “disgusting” and “slutty”, and she again told them that they were correct. She asked them what they wanted to do to her cunt, and they proffered various fantasies of raping it, slapping it, sticking various objects into it, or torturing her clit, and she encouraged them and told them how clever their answers were.
One boy – Troy – seemed reluctant to comment on her tits and cunt, so she went to his desk and encouraged him to say what he really thought about her. When he still hesitated, she pulled up her skirt a little so he could see her panties.
Blushing, she said, “Look at the wet spot on my panties, Troy. That represents who I am as a person. Now tell me what you think about me.”
Troy blushed, and then said, “I think you’re… a slut. And you’d.. .be fun to rape.”
“And?” prompted Sally.
“It would be really fun to fuck you while you were struggling,” added Troy.
“Very good!” said Sally.
“Hey miss,” said Brian, “I mean, hey cunt – are you turned on by hearing us talk about raping you right now?”
She could only tell the truth. “Yes, Brian, my pussy is wet right now.”
More laughter.
When the video got to the part where Morris and Hector raped her, she brought them up the front to talk about their experience, and her deficiencies.
“Your mouth was kind of dry,” complained Hector. “And you kept trying to pull away when I fucked your throat, as though breathing was more important than servicing my cock.”
“I’m sorry, Hector,” said Sally. “I was a disappointing bitch, but I’ve been trained to do better in future.” She remembered that male displeasure was her responsibility. “Would you like to slap me?” she offered.
“I do,” said Hector, and slapped her hard across the face.
The whole class watched her thank Hector for slapping her.
Then it was Morris’ turn.
“You were kind of struggling when I fucked you,” he said, “but you weren’t really bucking against my cock. A slut should cooperate in her rape. And you should have been kind of squeezing my cock with your cunt.”
“I’m sorry, Morris,” said Sally. “It was unacceptable that I didn’t facilitate my own rape. Would you like to slap me?”
“No, bitch,” said Morris. “I’d like to spank you.”
And before Sally could react, Morris had pushed her over her teacher’s desk, pulled up her dress, and pulled down her panties to expose her wet cunt and her ass to the class.
The boys laughed and cheered, and Morris struck her hard with the flat of his hand – once, twice, five times, ten times, twenty, before he was done.
“Thank you Morris,” she said. “I deserved and needed that.”
Morris let her stand, but he didn’t make any effort to adjust her clothes. Her dress was still up, and her panties were around her knees. Sally wanted to fix them to cover her cunt – which the whole class was staring at – but during re-education she had been slapped, hit, or zapped whenever she tried to cover her body in front of men, and she just couldn’t bring herself to make the necessary motions without flinching.
So she just left her cunt on display, as she talked about how it had been necessary and appropriate to have her throat and cunt fucked by two of her students on camera.
When the class was over, and the boys stood to leave, she noticed that many of them had erections, and a surge of guilt went through her. She knew what she had to say.
“Boys,” she said, “I know I’ve been a cocktease today. If any of you feel the need to… relieve yourselves of tension, feel free to catch your sperm in a condom or other container and bring it back to me for… disposal.”
The boys laughed, and part of her hoped they wouldn’t treat her offer seriously.
But at lunch – as Sally sat in her classroom with her cunt still uncovered – the boys began to visit the classroom, one by one, bringing small deposits of sperm for her, in condoms or plastic cups or in one case in a discarded potato chip bag. They had masturbated in the toilets, thinking of raping her, and they had brought her the results.
She obediently licked each container of sperm clean.
The last to arrive were Hector and Morris, each carrying a condom.
“Let me… swallow those for you, boys,” she said.
“Oh, no,” said Hector. “These go up your cunt.”
She took a deep breath.
“Boys, the re-education trained me to… not use birth control,” she said. “I could… well, it could knock me up.”
“Is there an issue with that, bitch?” said Morris.
She knew the answer. She had been taught the answer.
“No,” she said, looking down. “Pregnancy is only ever a woman’s problem.”
“Good girl,” said Morris. “Do as you’re told.”
And then watched her push the condoms of cum into her fertile cunt.
She knew how this would end now. She would not be a teacher by the end of the year. She would be resigning to bear the baby of one of her students. She had spent all today encouraging her students to rape her (and rape women, generally) and she would come back tomorrow and do it again, until they did. And once they had raped her once, they would do it again, and again, with increasing frequency and increasing cruelty.
This was her fault, for being a bitch in her documentation. If she had just been a good little sex-kitten and performed for her students without being forced, she might not have needed re-education. She deserved all of this.
That thought was too much for her – and as soon as Hector and Morris were gone, she closed the classroom door and began to masturbate, pushing the boys’ cum deeper into her womb, until she finally orgasmed to the thought of her future of repeated rape.
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