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Most of the women in the posters seemed happy but a couple were visibly crying. ‘I didn’t like hearing it either, Claire, but I drank it. When Kitten had to piss she did it in the sink too, to make Claire feel comfortable, and Claire saw that Kitten’s pussy was wet too, even before the pissing. It was a lot like many of the photos Claire categorised each day and work, and didn’t seem strange to her for Kitten to put on - although by this time she’d had three glasses of the rum-infused cordial.

Some had been photographed in the act of sucking large anonymous cocks. Claire’s pussy began to get wet, despite Claire’s best intentions. Kitten just giggled when Claire did this, and hugged her tighter, and rested her head against Claire’s neck, which felt good. In it, three big-titted sluts kissed and licked each other, and were raped and abused by several men.

When Girl was done, she told Claire to wait while she stepped out. At the top it showed her named - Claire Morgan - but it had not one ID photo but three. Fertility: C Fuck grade: B Rank T." ‘Don’t worry,’ Girl added.

She stepped behind the camera, and snapped several photographs. She didn’t like the idea of being photographed without her shirt on. It’s just a temporary one so it’s not complete.’ It was the strangest ID card Claire had ever seen, hanging on a lanyard obviously meant to go around her neck.

Girl looked down at the result shown by the tape, then grabbed Claire’s left tit in her hand and squeezed painfully. But her mother would have a fit if she blew off work experience on the first day no matter how good the reason. He had short, fashionably cropped brown hair, his chin showed a hint of stubble, and he was wearing a suit that must be expensive judging by how good it looked. You may have seen our TV campaign, “She’s Probably Lying”. It didn’t bother her now to be pissing in front of Kitten.

I need to get your measurements.’ Claire didn’t like this at all but felt trapped. She pulled it tightly, and Claire felt it dig into her breasts uncomfortably. This place was creepy with its collars and degrading badges. ‘Then follow me.’ She led Claire down a series of sumptuous corridors and showed her into a large office where a handsome middle aged man sat behind a huge mahogany desk. And Claire noticed he wasn’t looking at her face - he was staring unashamedly at her tits. Does it bother you that so many so called rape victims turn out to be lying sluts? ‘We provide public advocacy about the truth about rape allegations. ‘The fences are high and none of the windows from the house face out this way. She took off her skirt, climbed up onto the little kitchen counter, and squatted over the sink.

But Claire’s mother didn’t follow politics and was set firmly in the belief that any organisation run by intelligent men would be a good and respectable place for a teen girl to be educated. Only on a closer look did Claire notice they were all wearing dog collars. She was dressed in smart business clothes but with a plunging neckline that revealed much of her breasts and a black leather dog collar. ‘What we need you to do is check the work done by the algorithm. Do what she says and go to her if you have any questions.’ Pussy waved shyly at Claire. She was helpful and a good teacher although Claire was uncomfortable every time Pussy’s barely clothed breasts brushed against her cheek or hair as Pussy leant over her shoulder to operate the computer. The software returned an image and Claire described it. ' Blonde girl topless at party.' ' Professional photograph. These aren’t girls or women - they are sluts, whores and rapetoys. Try again and this time I don’t want to see you use the same name for a body part more than once until lunch.’ Claire returned to her desk. ‘Udders’ was similar but gave the implication the woman was literally a milk cow. ‘But also urine, cunt juices and some aphrodisiac.’ ‘What? She jumped away from her cordial glass in revulsion. You wouldn’t eat most of the things that make sausage if you saw them by themselves but sausage is delicious. Every time Kitten wiggled, Claire felt Kitten’s nude cunt brush her ass cheeks, leaving behind a smear of cunt-honey.

And so Claire found herself on a Monday arriving, nervous and scared, at the fifth floor offices of the political think-tank colloquially known as Titcage. You look at each photo, check that it is actually a girl in a compromising position, describe the photo using text with a focus on what makes it embarrassing, and then judge whether the girl is the one identified by the program.’ Michael called over a big breasted brunette nearby, looking at her tits the whole time. She had a soft, kind face, and was blushing slightly. Claire noted from Pussy’s ID that her breasts were 34DD, the same as Claire, and they produced Grade A milk. Brunette masturbates.' She looked at the suggested identity matches and confirmed that yes, the blonde was 17 year old schoolgirl Ellie Ryan, and yes, the brunette was porn star Brea Lynn. ‘It’s a naked big titted brunette whore fingering her shaved twat in an unmade bed. And vagina and breast are words for anatomy textbooks. She had already been blushing from staring so intently at naked vaginas and breasts. ‘Fuck handles’ suggested that a woman could be sexually controlled by grabbing and pulling her breasts. This is just cooking - it’s not the ingredients that matter.’ Claire was torn. And it was good to share this slutty entertainment. ‘I wanna sleep, Kitten,’ she said in a small voice.

She looked around and spotted a cool, inviting water cooler across the room. Her tag identified her as Kitten, and according to her ID she was a B-grade fuck. She thought the prohibition was strange, but she liked the look of Kitten - she seemed friendly - and she appreciated the advice. She took out some of her upsetness on the girls she catalogued, finding particularly demeaning and filthy names to call them as she entered their tits and twats into the database. But Kitten had told her before about the hierarchy, and if she broke it Titcage would probably fire her, and her father would beat her for days. The room also contained a treadmill and small wardrobe. Kitten only giggled, and then put the earbuds of the training device in Claire’s ears. Claire was so tired and so horny, she just kissed Kitten back. She knew that everything that was happening was weird, was slutty, but she didn’t know what to do instead.Kitten made a no-go motion towards the water cooler, crossing her hands across each other. ‘We drink from the cordial.’ She pointed to another cooler, filled with red liquid. She headed to the cordial cooler and poured off a plastic cup full of the liquid. Here, let’s do this one together.’ He spun his computer screen round so they could both see and pressed some buttons. Her supervisor Pussy seemed to notice her state of mind, and kept bringing her glasses of cordial without commenting. Near lunch, Kitten introduced Claire to two new employees of Titcage. Kitten was naked as Claire walked into the toilets, preparing to piss. She started to cry softly as Sluthole kissed her, and then, giving in, released her bladder. When Kitten was done shaving Claire, she started to run her hands over the skin around Claire’s pussy, scooping up the thick sticky fuck slime that had been oozing from Claire’s twat since last night.It tasted strange, she discovered, but thick and sweet. With the amount of cordial you’ve been drinking it’s no wonder. You can do it here if you want, I don’t mind, but I guess you’re probably prefer some privacy.’ Humiliated, burning with shame, but grateful, Claire stumbled wordlessly away from the bed and ran to the bathroom. You wouldn’t want anyone else seeing them, after all.’ ‘But...’ said Claire. Suddenly the image was there - Claire fingering her nude shaved twat. Not just because Michael was looking at a picture of her masturbating but because she felt the words coming to her so easily. When she saw Claire, she gestured to the other girl there. Her work name is Sluthole.’ Sluthole was short and petite, but gorgeous, with a trim, fit body and flowing brown hair. ’ Before Claire could reply she kissed Claire again. Piss spurted from her pussy and splashed on Sluthole’s twat. She hated remembering Sluthole pissing on her leg and being forced to piss in return. And as her mind grasped for something to say it settled on a familiar and oddly appropriate one. Kitten can watch.’ Claire was shocked her father would even offer to let a stranger watch Claire’s bare bottom spanking, but it was Kitten and really she didn’t mind. When she had her fingers dripping with the stuff, she lifted them to Claire’s lips. Claire opened her mouth and Kitten put her fingers inside. ‘That’s where we’re going to start you.’ ‘We also feel it’s unfortunate that women today are told about professions they are unsuited for, like science or the military, while more traditional female professions like stripping and prostitution are not allowed to present at career fairs. You’re right, it tastes good.’ And when Kitten got up and poured her another glass - adding some rum ‘to help it go down’ - she drank some of that too. When she want to put her skirt back on, Kitten said, ‘You know you don’t have to wear that, right? She wanted to wear it but again it would look rude with Kitten wearing so little. No one would blame her for not wanting to be naked in front of someone else. She had just finished buckling the collar around her neck. We also compile information to help those charged defend themselves.’ Michael smiled charmingly, still looking only at Claire’s tits. Kitten watched with interest as Claire peed into the sink, and then turned on the tap and splashed water on her twat to wash off.

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