After the political changes, when patriarchy was formally recognised as the country’s official governing structure, new laws were put in place regarding the employment and education of women - and one of those was the “Girls’ Year”.

 

This was an entire additional year of education required for girls, between high school and tertiary study.  It wasn’t compulsory - but if girls didn’t complete it, they wouldn’t receive an “earner’s licence”, and without that licence they were legally prevented from ever engaging in further education, earning more than a minimum wage, applying for any kind of loan, or being approved for a passport for international travel.

 

The girls were required to pay for the year of education, and it wasn’t cheap, ensuring that most women would be in debt for many years afterwards.  Further, it was graded on a curve, ensuring that the bottom 30% of women in each class would fail, no matter how well they did objectively, and ensuring steep competition and an almost panicky desperation to perform in students.

 

The purpose of the education was to teach girls their place in patriarchy.  It aimed to ensure that any woman who might possibly aspire to a position of power had accepted her role as an empty-headed decoration for men to fuck and internalised the necessity of humiliating and controlling both herself and other women.

 

Simone was desperate to pass the Girls’ Year and go on to gain a degree.  It was her only chance to get a job that paid well enough to guarantee her independence - and her only hope of possibly even escaping the country, to live somewhere less misogynistic.

 

She enrolled in the local Girl’s Year training facility - the Emma Cooper Institute for the Attempted Education of Human Cows.

 

She was required to live on campus for the year of her study.  When she arrived, her bags were searched, and her underwear, mobile phone and birth control were confiscated.  She was given new drugs to take each day which would “help her study”, although she knew from rumour that these would actually make it harder to think, and increase her libido.  She would take them anyway, as she was told to, because surviving this year of humiliation was her only chance of living the life she desired.

 

Before they were even settled in, the girls were taken to their first lecture, where they were taught the primary rules of the school.

 

One: be attractive.  If any male on campus found a woman unattractive, for any reason, at any time, it would count against her grade, and repeated misbehaviour would result in expulsion.  

 

Some of the richer girls had already had boobjobs, in the hope that larger fuckmelons would be more appealing to men.  Others wore outfits that were actively indecent - see-through mesh, or skirts too small to even hide the girl’s cunt.

 

Rule two: men were always right, no matter what.  A girl was never allowed to disagree with a man, in words or in actions.  If a man said something a girl considered to be wrong, then she was expected to do whatever it took to make him correct.  If a man told a girl that she liked being slapped, then she would have to learn to like it.  If a man told a girl that she was stupid, then she would have to become stupid.

 

Rule three: no use of force.  The only acceptable reason for a woman to use force, ever, was to rape another woman.  Girls were expected to never struggle, never defend themselves, never protect their body from violence.

 

Rule four: no masturbation, unless instructed to by a man.  It was forbidden for girls to give themselves pleasure.  If they wanted sexual release, they were required to find a man to fuck them, or otherwise rape another female student.  (And it must be rape - violent, non-consenting, degrading - because otherwise it was simply two women using each other to masturbate.)

 

Rule five: call males “Sir”.  All males.  Regardless of age, regardless of species.  Older men were “Sir”.  Teen boys were “Sir”.  Male dogs were “Sir”.

 

Rule six: Never answer to your name, or identify yourself by it.  The girls would be tested sometimes, but if they responded to their birth name they would be penalised.  Instead, they would be called “cunt” or “bitch” or “the one with the big tits”, and they would be expected to know when this referred to them, and respond appropriately.

 

And once they had learned these lessons, they were taken to the dorms.

 

If Simone had expected a bed, or even a bunk, she was mistaken.  She was instructed to strip naked, and then she was forced into a large dog cage with another girl - a big-titted rich blonde girl who immediately broke the sixth rule by telling Simone that her name was Eliza.  There was barely room in the cage for both of them, and they were positioned in a 69 position, so that Simone was staring at Eliza’s pretty, pouting shaved cunt, and Eliza was looking at Simone’s.  There was not enough room in the cage to turn around.

 

When the lights were out, Eliza wasted no time in establishing her dominance.  “Lick, bitch,” she said, pushing her twat against Simone’s face, and Simone had no choice but to obediently engage in her first lesbian experience, licking at the other girl’s wet twat.  

 

Eliza didn’t deign to return the favour.  Instead, she merely played idly with Simone’s cunt as Simone licked her, sometimes pushing her fingers into Simone’s fuckhole, but more often pinching Simone’s clitoris painfully, or slapping Simone’s pussy with her hand.

 

She stopped only once Simone had brought her to orgasm, falling asleep contentedly with her pussy still only an inch from Simone’s mouth, and two fingers still buried in Simone’s twat.

 

And it was only once Eliza was asleep that Simone became aware of the underlying sound in the dorm.  There was the sound of other lesbian sex, of course, from the dozens of other cages that lined the room, each with its own pair of nude female students.  But there was also a soft buzz of white noise.

 

Simone had heard of this.  Hypnotic conditioning, to reinforce what the school would teach.  Barely effective, but simple, and it was said that over the course of a year it slowly built up in student’s brains until the messages it conveyed were lodged there forever.

 

Obey men, it said.  Girls are stupid.  You are stupid.  Girls are decorations.  Girls are for raping.  You need a man.  Men are always right.  You are nothing but a cunt.

 

She tried to tune it out, but the more she tried, the more she found herself listening to it.  And once she fell asleep, it had full, unimpeded access to her brain…

 

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They were taught Appearance, where they learned make-up, and hairstyling, and how to choose clothes.  They were taught body language that would make them seem submissive and vulnerable.  And they were taught how to smile - a vapid, happy smile that would make them seem honestly delighted by what was happening - and to maintain that smile even while they were being insulted and humiliated, and continue maintaining it as their tits were slapped, their face was slapped, their clitoris was pinched, and as men ejaculated onto their faces.

 

They were taught Readiness, where they learned how to be ready to be fucked at all times.  They learned how to get aroused quickly from humiliation, objectification and pain.  They learned to fantasise about rape and degradation.  Their cunts were checked regularly for wetness, and dry cunts were a recipe for poor grades.  No girl wanted to fail the expensive year of study, and so they all did their best to learn how to be ready to be fucked, no matter what was happening.

 

They learned Female Science.  They were taught how the female brain was smaller and inferior to that of a man, not capable of higher orders of thought.  They learned that a woman’s brain was basically inert, and that the only real female cognition was a product of the hormones generated in connection with her cunt.  They learned that women were really just animals, like dogs or pigs, that had evolved to be domesticated by men.  They learned that their tits and cunt had evolved to be sensitive specifically so that men could control them through pleasure and pain.  

 

These lessons were all difficult for Simone.  She didn’t believe them - of course she didn’t.  She knew she was the equal of any man, and she dreamed of one day re-taking her country from the patriarchy that controlled it.  

 

But at the same time she had to not just learn these lessons, but internalise them, so she could regurgitate what she was taught faster, better and more intuitively than the other girls.  After all, 30% of them would fail, no matter how good they were.

 

And it was so hard to remember that she was an intelligent, empowered woman when the drugs she took every day clouded her head and wettened her pussy.  When she was only ever referred to as “fucktoy” and “pretty-tits”.  When she was raped every night by her cage-mate, and when men looked at her like she was an object, and groped and fondled her without a care for her consent whenever they felt like it.  

 

And when that buzz filled her head while she slept, whispering that she was stupid, that she was a cunt, that she needed a man to tell her what to do…

 

The lessons continued.  The girls learned Engagement, which was really just about flirting with men, cockteasing them, helping them to visualise what it would be like to rape the girl, to abuse her, to own her.  They learned to behave constantly in ways that encouraged their own violation.

 

They learned Female Talents - which was how to fuck and suck.  Simone tried to pull away the first time that her teacher went to push his cock into her mouth, and for that she got slapped, and received a mark against her class grade.  Simone panicked, knowing that she couldn’t afford any more such demerits, and after that she was compliant as men whose names she didn’t even know pushed their dicks into her mouth, her pussy, and her ass, often in an almost clinical fashion, so that she could practice using her body for the purpose it was built for.  

 

These lessons were an added source of anxiety for Simone because sometimes the men would ejaculate into her pussy.  In fact, the teacher encouraged the girls to make the men spill their seed into their unprotected wombs - success would yield the best grades.

 

And yet their wombs *were* unprotected, and girls who got pregnant would be expelled once their bellies started to show, and those expelled girls didn’t count towards the 30% who would be failed, so a girl who got knocked up wasn’t just ruining her own life, but reducing the chances of every remaining girl.

 

When a girl got pregnant, the teachers therefore let the other girls express their disapproval towards the poor slut, and the girls were truly vicious when this happened, eagerly raping their former classmate, slapping her tits, spanking her cunt, spitting on her and laughing as she cried.

 

Simone, though, was lucky, and despite taking the sperm of maybe ten different men during her education, she was never impregnated.

 

And lastly they received classes of “Higher Thought” - but these classes were a joke, of sorts.  Each lesson, the girls were given page after page of complex, impossible puzzles, involving mathematics that would require a computer, or science that they had never been taught, or questions that simply made no sense at all.  The girls would stare at the questions blankly, unable to answer them, and from time to time the teacher would come by and apply a cattle prod to any girl who wasn’t answering the questions correctly.

 

Simone *knew* this was all a game that was being played with her.  It was trying to teacher that she was stupid, and incapable of complex logic.  She knew she should ignore it.

 

And yet it worked.  These were the only things that Simone encountered in her day that required any real thought at all - and she couldn’t do them, couldn’t even begin on them.  There were some that felt like maybe she *could* solve them, if only she were a little smarter, or if her cunt were not so wet and throbbing, or if she had gotten more sleep last night instead of being raped.  But she couldn’t - and her failure went hand-in-hand with having her ass or her cunt or her tits zapped by the teacher’s cattle prod.

 

She came to hate the idea of thinking about hard things.  She came to assume that anything complex was something she probably couldn’t do.  She saw it happening, and hated it, and yet she couldn’t control the way she began to involuntarily flinch when she encountered something that would require genuine intelligence and problem-solving to engage with.

 

At the half-year break they sent the girls home with an assignment - to cocktease someone who was important to them in their childhood into raping them, and make sure it was videotaped so they could share it with their teachers.

 

Some girls fucked their fathers, or brothers, or uncles.  But Simone settled for seeking out her High School English teacher, Mr Morris, who had always been kind to her, and talking him into stripping her, choking her, and beating her tits with his hand while he fucked her.  As he raped her pussy, he confessed that she had been a very good student “for a girl” but that he had always fantasised about doing just this.

 

To her delight, she also managed to talk him into paying for a boob job for her, to enhance her breasts into larger, sexier melons that men would enjoy more.  She had been feeling increasingly self-conscious about having smaller tits than the rich girls, and worrying about how it would affect her final grade.  She could not have been more pleased - and relieved - to return to school with new grapefruit-sized fuckbags bulging beneath her blouses.

 

In the second semester, the girls began to focus more on their two end of year projects.  The first was to detail, in the form of an essay, a realistic, real-life plan to deepen the systemic humiliation, degradation and enslavement of their own gender.  And the second was to demonstrate, in a manner of their own choosing, their complete commitment to the patriarchy and all of its values.

 

By now, Simone was thinking of little other than passing the course.  What she was learning seemed completely divorced from the feminist ideals that she assumed she still had.  She was simply doing what it took to get a passing grade.

 

And so for her essay she proposed a specially-crafted artificial language for women, which would be incapable of expressing complex thoughts, and use the same words for “woman” and “animal”, and have no notions of rights or rebellion.  It was simple enough that every child could learn it in school, but it would be the only language taught to women, while men would learn English as well.  It would leave women with no conception of freedom or dignity, and completely unable to even understand the thoughts of their oppressors, let alone engage with them.

 

She didn’t initially know what to do to demonstrate her commitment to patriarchy, but the idea came to her when she called her father, and learned that he’d had some difficulty that day with her mother being disobedient.

 

She explained her idea to her father, and he loved it, and then she went to her teachers and asked if she could go home that weekend to work on her project.  She asked if she could take Eliza with her too - and they were reluctant, until she sucked their cocks, and then they agreed.

 

Eliza thought that Simone had a plan that would get them both a passing grade.  She thought that Simone was doing her a favour because Simone had come to see herself as Eliza’s bitch, and that Simone was keen to please her lesbian mistress.

 

Nothing could have been further from the truth.

 

When they reached Simone’s house, her mother was out.  This was because Simone and her father had arranged to have Simone’s mother gang-raped by nearly 20 men.  This would be filmed, and Simone would force Eliza to lick her cunt, later, while she watched the video, in front of her teachers, to demonstrate what a good slut she was.

 

The gangrape was theoretically to punish Simone’s mother for mouthing off, but really it was because Simone’s father was a little tired of her independence and freedom.  When she returned from her rape she would be kept in a cage rather like the one Simone slept in at school, and Simone’s father would divorce her, but keep her as a house slave.

 

Her father’s new wife would be Eliza.  This was a surprise to Eliza, just as it was a surprise when Simone grabbed her arms as soon as she walked into Simone’s house, and just as it was a surprise when she was dragged to the bedroom, where Simone’s father raped the struggling big-titted bitch for the first of what would be nine times over the course of the weekend.

 

By the end of it, Eliza was pregnant, just as Simone had hoped she would be.  She would have to drop out of school, and the fact that his baby was inside her meant that Simone’s father could purchase Eliza from her father for a very modest sum.  

 

It felt strange to look at Eliza - naked and weeping - and know that Simone had a brother growing in the spoilt bitch’s belly.  But she had agreed with her father that they would be able to share Eliza’s sexual services, and she looked forward to raping Eliza just as often as Eliza had raped her at school.

 

Betraying two women, including her own mother, and arranging their rapes, just to maximise the pleasure of her father, was something that the Emma Cooper Institute looked on very favourably indeed, and it guaranteed Simone a passing grade, on top of her earlier strong performance.

 

But the experience had forever changed something inside Simone, as well.  The Simone who had first begun her Girls’ Year would have seen what she had just done as monstrous.  But the one who had finished it saw it as clever, appropriate, and just a little bit hilarious.  

 

She could choose which of these women to be when she graduated - but if she really wanted to be the idealistic feminist, then she had no choice but to hate herself for what she had done.  It was disgusting.  She had had her own mother gang-raped, and she had orgasmed to the footage of it, in front of her teachers.

 

She wasn’t sure she could cope with being that person, and judging herself so harshly.

 

Or she could be the other girl - the one who had eagerly learned what a stupid animal she was, who had learned the pleasures of being raped, who had organised to have other women raped for nothing more than an arbitrary grade and the approval of men.

 

That person didn’t feel guilty - well, at least, not for those things.  She supposed she felt a little guilty that she wasn’t raped more often, and guilty for not having bigger tits, and just generally guilty for being female.  But she could live with that.

 

The voice of the white noise buzzed in her head, and told her that these were good thoughts.  She was a cunt, after all.  She was stupid.

 

And she had to admit that having her cunt licked while she watched her mother being slapped and impaled on the cocks of twenty men had felt *good*, in a twisted, taboo way.  Watching Eliza cry and knowing that her life was ruined, and her dreams were destroyed, and that Simone had made that happen, had felt *good*.

 

And so when she graduated, Simone did not enrol in higher education.  She was too stupid for that anyway, she knew.  And she did not leave the country, or advocate for feminist causes.

 

Instead she applied for a job at the Department of Women, where her job, every day of the week, would be to enslave and humiliate her own gender.  She got the job - which was honestly the happiest day of her life, although she suspected that she had mostly been hired based on how well she had sucked the interviewer’s cock.

 

And when she started her work, she looked at how the Girls’ Year had *almost* let a feminist graduate.  And how unacceptable that was.

 

And she set out to find a way to fix it.

 

(END)