slut lesson 2

Molly is standing at the chalkboard again. The drawing from the previous lesson has been erased, replaced by a simple, crude diagram of a female pelvis with a large, glowing pink star where the cunt is located. The star has a cartoon face with big, stupid eyes and a tongue sticking out.

"Okay, girls... shhh!" Molly whispers, though she's the only one talking. "Today's lesson is about... listening. But not with your ears. Your ears are for hearing commands from the Prophet. You need to listen with something deeper."

She taps the pink star on the board.

"Your cunt. Your cunt is the real boss. when we talked about how our heads are empty? Well, that's good news! Because if your head is empty, there's more room for your cunt to speak. Your cunt is the only part of you that's actually smart."

Molly closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, pressing her hand against her own latex covered crotch. She begins to sway rhythmically, her face slackening into a trance.

"See? I'm listening right now." A pause. Molly's hips jerk involuntarily, and her breathing becomes shallow and ragged. "Mmm... she's telling me something. She's saying... she's saying that the classroom is too cold. And she's saying... she's saying I need to go find a big, thick cock and let it stretch me until I can't stand up anymore."

Molly opens her eyes, which are now completely unfocused and glassy. She giggles, a wet, throaty sound.

"See? So smart! My head would have been thinking, 'Oh, Molly, you should finish your lesson first' or 'Molly, you need to prepare your notes.' That's lumpy, stupid thinking! That's old dyke thinking trying to control you. But my cunt? My cunt doesn't care about notes. My cunt only cares about need."

She points to the board again, where she has written in big, shaky letters: CUNT = BRAIN.

"When you feel that little twitch? That's your cunt giving you an order. When you feel that wetness? That's your cunt giving you a command. When you feel that ache? That's your cunt telling you what your new purpose is. Never argue with it. Never try to think about why you're feeling that way. Just obey."

Molly's stomach gurgles loudly, a wet, sloshing sound that echoes through the room. She pats her distended belly with a dopey grin.

"My cunt is telling me that I've talked too much. She's telling me that talking makes me use my brain, and using my brain makes me feel lumpy. She wants me to shut up and go be a hole. And since she's the boss..."

Molly drops the marker. Her eyes roll back in her head as she begins to moan, her body already responding to the 'commands' of her own anatomy.

"Class dismissed... forever... mmm... listen to your cunt, girls... obey the hole..."