Good morning students, my name is SloppyCunt., and I am very happy to here. With the new laws recently passed, you need to know the proper way to treat slaves. The Federal government, along with McDodold’s and the Slave-r-us Corporation has arranged to have me shipped over here. I’ve had a special Brain chip inserted so that I can tell you all of things that you need to know…but don’t worry, when I’m done, it will be removed and I’ll be back to my  normal animal like slave condition.

So let’s begin.

First, boys, can anyone tell me what the scientific name for a human girl is?

No one? (SloppyCunt laughs) Actually, that was a trick question, because, of course girls aren’t human, like you boys, they’re animals, like me. (she giggles like a school girl)

Believe or not, there was a time when we girls were considered to be the same species as you boys. I know, pretty wild, isn’t it? I mean, like, that’s like saying that a cow is human. Women; that are what we slaves used to be called, were thought to have intelligence and even be the equal of men (the kids laugh). I know, how silly. That was the period that was called the dark times. Then, a great man, John Norman, was elected president and initiated the Female Reclassification Program. All girls were reclassified as a sub-human animal species, Slave. For our own protection, we were gathered up and shipped to reprogramming centers, which were like schools like this, only those centers had locks and cages where we stayed until we learned our new status. All of our clothes and belongings that we had when we were, (giggle) people, were taken to the middle of each town, and the men had a big celebration and burned all of them. At the centers, most of the girls just watched movies and listened to, like, tapes of men telling them how to behave and how worthless they were. Then they were given yummy, sticky stuff to drink, after which, most of them realized that they were just lowly animals. But some of us had brains so diseased, that the nice men had cut those parts of our brains out. (she points at herself)

Some girls, being, well girls, (she giggles) didn’t understand how much damage us girls had done…can you believe that. In fact, boys… (very embarrassed) I’m one of those girls. You see, I didn’t trust Mr. Norman, silly me! I joined something called the Resistance that fought against those brave men trying to bring natural order to our country, wasn’t that terrible. I was being a bad slave. But, thankfully, I was caught, along with my Mom and 2 sisters before we could blow up a training facility just 1 mile from here. We all had the bad parts of our brains cut out, and now, we are in our proper positions as slaves. My Mom was sold to a dentist, where she gives the nice male patients blow jobs while their teeth are being worked on. This way, the men don’t have to waste money on anesthesia, isn’t that smart. And my 2 sisters were bought by this nice 300lb, smelly man. I see them in the shop when he brings them in for checkups and buys them food. He must have set their memory on very short term, because they see me in my cage, but never remember me, but then after my chip gets turned off, (giggles) I probably won’t remember much, either…

Now, boys, please look at this chart placing me in my proper position on the brain function chain. You see, kids, here are your high brain function mammals, like men, next come species such as dolphins and monkeys and way here at the bottom of the spectrum, under rabbits and mice…are us slaves. As I said, my current knowledge is only artificially inserted….at the end of the class, I’ll be right here, too!..

Now, what are the proper ways to address a slave? Who said Whore?...that’s a very good answer, except that that implies that slaves accept money to have sex. First, slaves, of course, wouldn’t even, like know what to do with money, and it’s illegal for slaves to accept money for sex, even on behalf of our owners. By law and of course our nature, we must provide sexual service to any of age male for the asking.

Any other suggestions??......

Oooh, Bitch is good try, but first, bitch used mean a girl who was mean, mainly to men. Well, slaves are never anything but sweet and obedient to men, because, like, men are smart and clever, and slaves are, like dumb animals, we need men to take care of us.,. Also, technically, bitch is a female dog, and we all know that to compare us slaves to dogs is, like, insulting to Dogs.

Slut? Slut is a great answer…my, you boys are so smart, but then, you’re not a girl like me (giggle). Well, A slut is ‘a woman considered sexually promiscuous’, promiscuous. That’s a fancy word for someone who does wicked or evil things. Well, first, of course, and I can’t repeat this enough, boys, don’t think of us slaves as women…we’re just lower animals.. Second, we slaves don’t do anything that our owners or males don’t tell us to do, and our owners only have us do things that slaves should do, like lick cocks and drink cum(she giggles) and piss…so we can’t be promiscuous.

All of these are great answers, but, again…I tricked you….because I asked how about the proper ways to address a slave. Well, we slaves don’t have any say in anything, so you can call us anything you want. We love it when you call us nasty names, because, well, we’re slaves.

Now you boys aren’t old enough to own your own slaves. I know, it’s frustrating, but legally, you have to be 21 years old to officially own one.  But, most of you have slaves at home that belong to your Dads and older brothers, so it’s important to know how to treat and feed us.

First, we must be properly fed. It’s important to remember that slaves have different digestive systems than humans. There are things that slaves will eat that you boys would never or should never eat…Like what?…well, its not really polite for a slave to say in front of men, but girls are much more efficient at licking up dog poop than those silly little bags (she giggles).. And we also love licking up anything left over after you important men go to the bathroom….of course, that’s only if we’ve been good enough.

The first rule of slave nutrition is to never give us food from the table. That only encourages us to beg for more. And slaves shouldn’t have human food anyway. After all, we’re not dogs. And always make sure that any other animals in the house get fed before the slaves, because, it’s only right that we wait for the more important pets (giggle).

We mainly eat slave chow, which consists of the meat rejected from the dog food companies. Our food is designed to encourage us to eat a balanced diet of cum and piss. Some of our richer owners spoil us with canned food, which is basically the dry food, in cum sauce. Most owners remind us that we aren’t worth spending any money on, which is the way it should be.

       

Our food bowls should be filled twice a day. It’s ok to give us treats during the day, as long you don’t over do it, but always insist that we do a trick or proper behavior, like assume a position or lick up something nasty from the floor. Would one of you like to give me a treat? (She assumes a position and opens her mouth…none of the boys give her anything) No one…that’s all right….we slaves know we don’t deserve anything; except for exploitation of course (she giggles)

       

Now don’t expect us to remember too much from day to day, after all, we’re just girls, and our brains can’t hold too much, but we can be trained to do more than just fuck and suck cock. It just takes a lot of patience. According to trainer Mike, some slaves can be taught to count up to 3, but I’d like to see that. Some slaves have been trained to get the morning paper…but mainly the smarter animals in the house, like the dogs do that.

       

Now we have time for a few questions before my chip is turned off.

Is SloppyCunt my real name? Well, not really….it was just given to me for today…I don’t have name until someone buys me. Can you think of a good name for me? CootieCunt? Well that’s a wonderful name for me; I’ll have to remember that…oh…I won’t remember anything.

Well my time is up for today, boys, and it’s time for Mr. Welty to turn off my chip. It’s been fun telling you about us slaves and hope that you treat us properly. Bye, Bye

(Mr. Welty walks up to SloppyCunt, grabs her left tit and holds a small device, like a car keyfob behind her head. The chip is deactivated…she shudders a little and returns to an innocent, blissful demeanor) Her head leans to one side…and then the other…her brain not sending enough power  to keep it up right. She has a blissful smile on her lips.

“Wow” (she giggles) “I had funniest dream…i….i don’t remember (giggle.) oh, a cute bunch of little masters….my name is …..Well, I don’t have one (she giggles)….OH, did your dads bring u to the pet shop to buy me. Oh this isn’t the pet shop. I’m so confused, but then, I’m a girl. I can do tricks…I think….oh….here’s my travel cage…I love my travel cage…its so cozy and small….and I get to look out the window  while I’m sucking on my dildo…….here I go”.

And Mr Welty loads her back into her cage and it’s wheeled out of the classroom.

Epilogue.

Fat Ernie’s dad goes to the pet shop and buys Sloppycunt for his son. Ernie names her Fuckface…and she’s living happily in a cage next to Ernie’s pet hamster, Sam.