Story: The Female Intelligence Test

Toni had lost her last job for “unprofessional workplace conduct”, which was the HR manager’s way of saying that Toni had called a male co-worker a “perverted shitbag” and slapped him after he had groped her ass in the elevator.

Now she was unemployed and looking for work, without the benefit of a positive reference from her last job.

On a lonely internet forum she found a reference to “Women’s Work”, a website that specialised in finding jobs for women in difficult situations. It sounded suspect, but when she logged in to the site she found dozens of what appeared to be legitimate jobs in her local area. Few of them were very high level – they were largely for secretaries, receptionists, and personal assistants. But they were better than getting kicked out of her house for failing to pay the rent.

The only catch was that each job wanted her to include a “Female Intelligence Score” in her resume. They each carried a link to a website where she could be assessed.

She went to the website to investigate.

“Testing your female intelligence only takes 20 minutes! Please sit in a place where you can concentrate on the screen, and wear headphones for the test.

In addition to assessing your female intelligence, this test will also train your brain, and helps in preventing female dementia and increasing female cognition. You can re-take the test every two days to see if you’ve improved!”

It seemed simple enough. She sat at her home computer, and put on headphones, and began the test.

The first set of questions were sorting questions. Each contained 16 images, which she needed to sort into four linked groups of four.

The first was easy enough. Four humans – adult woman, adult man, young man, male baby. Four animals – cow, chicken, sow, stallion. Four machines – dishwasher, computer, clothes washer, food processor. Four art objects – vase, painting, statue of a woman, statue of a man.

The second had words. Again, she sorted them quickly. MAN, WOMAN, BOY, GIRL (people). SMART, RATIONAL, STUPID, EMOTIONAL (intelligence). LEADER, FOLLOWER, CREATOR, VICTIM (roles). WORSHIP, SLAP, HUMILIATE, PRAISE (actions).

As she sorted, she was aware of a sound playing on her headphones – a slow staticky hiss.

Next was a video section.

“Concentrate closely on the video and the noises you will hear. You will see words appear in the video. Whenever you see a sentence written in red, click your mouse as quickly as possible to make it vanish, and blink your eyes as you do.”

Blink her eyes? How would the test know if she did? She shrugged.

The video began to play. It was a mess of swirling static, and the hiss in her ears increased in volume.

She stared in the static, hunting for the words she had been promised. It was strange, looking into the static. She could feel her breathing slowing, and her body relaxing.

“GOOD GIRL” – the words slowly surfaced from the static. They weren’t red. She stared at them.

Behind them, another set of words slowly rising. “I AM DOING AS I AM TOLD.”

She watched them, her eyes wide.

Then more words – “WOMEN KNOW BEST”. These words were in red.

She immediately clicked her mouse, and blinked. When her eyes opened, the words were gone.

More words. “LOOK PRETTY.” “MEN LIKE ME.” “I’M FOLLOWING THE INSTRUCTIONS.” All in grey.

Then “I AM SMART”. In red.

She clicked, and blinked. It vanished.

“MY OPINION MATTERS.” In red.

Click, blink, gone.

Some part of her thought this was strange, but she felt oddly disconnected from it, like she was floating above her normal mind, looking down on it.

“MEN KNOW BEST.” In grey. She stared at it, and let it float across the screen.

“IT’S FUN TO BE SEXY.” “GIGGLE.” In grey.

“WOMEN ARE PEOPLE.” Red.

Click, blink, gone.

She felt happy. She was doing well at this, she thought. She giggled a little.

“MEN LIKE TO LOOK AT ME.” In grey. “I WANT BIG TITS.” Grey.

“I DESERVE RIGHTS.”

Red. She made it go away.

One last message surfaced: “MY BODY IS A DECORATION”.

Next were a few quick questions based on images.

Three women, each holding a puppy. “How many animals are in this image?” Three, of course.

A woman holding a trophy in one hand and a book in the other, with a man behind her. “Circle the three most important things in this image.” She circled the trophy, the book and the woman’s face.

And then, suddenly, the test was over.

“You have scored 33 out of a possible 150,” the test told her. “That is not very high! But you can try again in two days.” And it produced a QR code she could use to verify her result on job applications.

She was shocked. She thought she had done well. How had she possibly only scored 33?

To her complete lack of surprise, a Female Intelligence Score of 33 did not get her any callbacks from job applications.

Two days later, she tried again. Honestly, she quite liked the effect the staticky video produced on her mind – it was soothing. The questions were similar, but different enough this time that she couldn’t just use the same answers. Again, she sorted the items into categories, then watched the video and watched for words.

“MY TITS ARE WHO I AM.” Grey. “I DON’T NEED TO UNDERSTAND.” Grey.

“MODESTY IS IMPORTANT.” Red. Click, blink. “IT’S OKAY TO DISAGREE WITH MEN.” Red. Click, blink.

Gone.

And then the image questions. And then it was over.

“You have scored 39 out of a possible 150.”

Still so low! And yet… she was improving.

The thought suddenly came to her: what was this test? Why were the questions so strange? Was it… doing something to her?

The thought was unpleasant.

Her fingers twitched, and she blinked.

The thought was gone.

She tried again two days later.

This time she sorted the image of the adult woman alongside the decorations, and put the men alongside the computer.

“I WANT MEN TO LOOK AT MY TITS.” Grey. “I’M A BIMBO.” Grey.

“MY CONSENT MATTERS.” Red. Blink. Gone.

“You have scored 50 out of a possible 150.”

That was a lot better! She felt pleased with herself.

She went looking on the internet the next day, for tips on how to do better on the test.

The first result was a forum post that said, “DO NOT DO THIS TEST! IT FUCKS WITH YOUR BRAIN!”

The text shimmered in her vision. It seemed to be in red. She blinked – and just like that, it was gone. She couldn’t see it any more.

But underneath it was a post titled “Good Girl Tips!” She clicked through, and read with interest how the poster recommended that the test was easier to do if you were horny. She recommended doing the test completely nude, and masturbating to the edge of orgasm beforehand, or even having a vibrator against your pussy while you did the test.

It also suggested there were additional messages in the video section, but to see them you had to really clear your mind before it started. The post suggested focusing on how stupid you were, and how empty your head was, and being receptive to hearing other people’s thoughts as your own.

Finally, it suggested saying the grey words out loud.

She tried it the next day. Masturbating was easy. She didn’t even have to think of sexy thoughts – she could just think about the video. She thought about the words “MY TITS ARE WHO I AM” and “IT’S FUN TO BE SEXY”, and she immediately got wet. She played with her cunt until she was on the edge of cumming, and then started the test.

It did help! In the sorting she could now see that gender was more important than species, and sorted the adult woman with the cow, the chicken and the sow.

And sorting the words was easy too! She had a set that were identical to the first day she’d tested, and she sorted them as follows:
[ MAN, RATIONAL, LEADER, WORSHIP ]
[ BOY, SMART, CREATOR, PRAISE ]
[ WOMAN, EMOTIONAL, FOLLOWER, SLAP ]
[GIRL, STUPID, VICTIM, HUMILIATE]

When the video came, she told herself that she was stupid and her head was empty, and made herself eager to receive new, better thoughts.

And sure enough, she could see new words lurking deep in the static.

“I’M A DUMB SLUT.” Grey. “I’M A DECORATION FOR MEN.” Grey. “I”M A GOOD LITTLE FUCKTOY.” Grey.

She repeated each of these out loud. She could barely hear her own words over the static in her ears. She wondered if this was what men heard when she talked – just a distant noise and static.

“MY THOUGHTS ARE IMPORTANT.” Red. Blink. “IT’S OKAY TO BE UNHAPPY.” Red. Blink. “I’M ALLOWED TO MAKE DECISIONS ABOUT MY OWN BODY.” Red. Blink.

And then the images. Three women and three puppies? Of course that was six animals in total. The woman with the trophy and the man behind her? The important parts of the image were her tits, her cunt, and the man.

And then, to her delight: “BONUS SECTION! Enable your computer’s camera to upload a nude photo of yourself!”

She immediately clicked “enable” on the popup, and positioned herself so the camera could clearly see her face, her tits, and her spread cunt.

The image of herself appeared on her screen.

“Now add three things that men should do to you!”

That was easy. There was a big list of options. She picked, “Men should slap me,” “Men should rape me,” and “Men should ignore my opinions.”

She rubbed her cunt a little as she pressed “submit” – and then a moment later, she orgasmed when she saw her score.

“You have scored 99 out of a possible 150.”

It was such a good score!

But… should she have uploaded a nude photo of herself? Would employers see that photo when they scanned the QR code for her result?

She blinked, and the thought vanished. It had been a bad thought anyway. A red thought.

And sure enough, the score got her an interview for a secretary job.

She considered how to dress for the interview. Men would want to look at her tits. She was basically just a decoration anyway. She dressed in nothing but high heels, earrings and lingerie.

Wait – she couldn’t wear lingerie to a job interview. That was too slutty…

Blink. The distressing red thought was gone. Anyway, she was a dumb slut.

She got wolf whistles in the street walking to her interview in a bra and panties. They caused a moment of almost crippling shame – but she blinked and it was gone. She liked when men looked at her. That was what she was good for.

The interview was with a single man, in his late 30s, in a closed office.

He looked her up and down.

“You look like a slut,” he told her.

Part of her immediately wanted to slap him.

She blinked, and she didn’t want that anymore. Instead, she giggled.

“A Female Intelligence Score of 99,” he told her. “That’s almost as intelligent as a cow.”

That made her feel good.

“This is basically a job as a sex decoration,” he told her. “Your substantive duties are to look fuckable at all times, and be available for me to ejaculate into. I will probably slap you and humiliate you from time to time, for fun. Does that sound like a job you want?”

What had happened to her? Of course she didn’t want that! That was worse than being a whore! That was…

Blink. And an extra blink, for good measure. Those red thoughts were bad thoughts. They needed to go away so she could be a good girl.

“Of course, sir,” she said. “Would you like to play with me now, as a test?”

“Absolutely,” he said. “Get that underwear off.”

She stripped, taking pleasure in showing her bare tits and cunt to him. She had shaved her pussy just that morning, sensing that she might be displaying it to a man today.

And then he was grabbing her hair, and slapping her across the face – just for fun – and then kissing her and squeezing her tits with his hands.

She moaned. She could hear static in her brain. That was the natural noise of her brain, she knew now. That was what women had instead of thoughts.

She spread her legs, and guided his hand to her pussy. He stroked her clitoris, and she whimpered with pleasure, and then gasped as he slid two fingers into her fuckhole.

After a while, he pushed her down, and took out his cock, and she eagerly began to suck it. It tasted good in her mouth. It tasted right.

She liked pleasing men. Her consent didn’t matter. She was a good little fucktoy.

And then when he pulled her off his dick, bent her over his desk, and began to fuck her from behind, that was the best she had ever felt in her life. It was so simple. She was an object, and she was being used for the purpose that she existed for.

But of course, there was always room to improve. She knew she would do the Female Intelligence Test again tomorrow, and two days after that, and two days after that again. She would learn more about how she was a stupid animal, and more about how to show her tits and cunt to men, and more about how to let men use her however they wanted.

And if she was a very good girl, her score would improve.

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