The Test All Girls Deserve

Be warned. Some light misogynistic content ahead. Turn back now if you don't like this theme.

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I breathe a sigh of relief when I walk out of the lecture hall. It was an hour and a half lecture, tiring and crammed with full of new terms to understand, but the learning will be rewarding nonetheless. I'm Winnie, by the way, I'm a student who is just starting my third year of University in the School of Social Sciences, majoring in Communications and New Media. I think I am already onto a good start. If I can just score a few more As in my current modules, I would be able to hit that 4.5 Grade Point Average that has barely eluded me for the past 4 semesters.

It is a Thursday Night at 8.30pm when the lecture ended, so... Partying time? No, thank you. What about the saying that students from the Arts faculty tend to have the most fun? I'm one of the rare ones who don't I guess. I mean, I don't think I look bad - I was pretty sure a couple of guys from my classes tried to hit on me. I wear a pair of spectacles and my usual attire in a pair of tight jeans and T-shirt allows me from time to time to admire my curves in the mirror. But I prefer my notes about communication theories to notes on which beer on which cup tastes better (Is that what parties are still about nowadays? I don't know). Hell, I can give an almost perfect recall on a recent report I wrote on one of my favourite theories - Cognitive Dissonance.

So much so I am absentmindedly walking into my usual path through the male student residences, deep in thought about how people around me in their own day to day life might face mental disturbances when their behavior doesn't match their beliefs. I am used to taking this path despite all the rumors about it being unsafe for girls at night. Nothing has happened to me so far and there are usually many guys (and a few girls), all fellow students, loitering around the corridor. This time however, the same corridor is dark, completely quiet and no one seems to be around. I suppose the guys are all away for some obligatory games or activities. Makes it even easier as I can cross by without getting any looks - The unspoken rule is that we shouldn't enter an opposite gender's residence to avoid gossiping. A rule which many girls often break for various reasons. But I can assure you mine is purely one of a shortcut path to my bus stop.

I am about to turn a corner where the exit is, when without any warning, the door next to me opens and a callused palm reaches out and grips my mouth, preventing me from crying out in surprise. A knife brandishes before my eyes before it closes in on my throat. A harsh whisper that of a man, goes in my ear straight "Scream once and you are fucking dead bitch!"

And with that I am left petrified in fear as this unknown figure behind me drags me into one of the dorms before closing the door and locking it.

The lights switch on and I am thrown onto a bed, breathing hard.

Still in my stunned state, I stare up at the stranger before me. As far as I can tell from his white shirt and khaki bermudas, he's muscled all over, making an imposing figure. His short black hair adorns a rough looking albeit not ugly face, and he appears to be someone in his mid-thirties - He definitely isn't a student in this dorm, and from my awareness with this place, he isn't the cleaner either. Who is he? I tremble before his presence. This is the first time in my life a stranger attacks me and I do not know what he wants to do with me. I don't have much money with me and he surely finds my books and notes useless.

"No one is around the residence; the guys are having night campus activities until 10.30pm. So don't bother screaming, and if you do, I make sure you will have something else to scream about."

"Surely pretty ladies surely don't like getting their cheeks slashed for misbehaving!" He threatens as he caresses the flat blade of his knife against my face, making me gulp.

"Why are you walking here?"

"Wh... Who are you? What do you want?" I stammer back.

"I have little patience for smart-aleck girls answering a question with another question," and following his retort, he grabs my t-shirt roughly and pulls at it, causing a slight ripping sound, pulling at my skin and making me scream briefly from the pain and shock of his audacity.

He stare at me intensely, gripping my shoulders and shakes me hard, making me whimper at his considerable strength and power. There's no way I can fight back.

"What did I tell you cunt? Scream and you are dead meat!"

I shut my mouth quickly. I must remind myself to behave else I suffer the consequences from this powerful man.

"Once again, what is your name and why are you here?"

"I am Winnie, I am going home after my lessons."

"Oh wow, so studious. How good are your grades? What is your GPA?"

"4.45."

"Wow, you think you are good huh?" And with that question, I nod apprehensively, not sure how to respond in a way that won't piss him off.

"Ah Winnie... You uni-bitches love to think you are too good for us normal guys, so let's do some tests before letting you go."

"First test will be a striptease, second test will be a blowjob, and the final test will be a fuckjob. This should be the only tests women are supposed to do for us men, not your science report crap."

"Excuse me?" I can't believe what I am hearing.

"So as mentioned, first I like to see you take off your clothes," He leisurely sits down on a chair, pulls out his smartphone and starts playing some sexy music. He stares at me intently, expecting me to make my move.

"Fuck you," Is my defiant response. An impetuous response for sure, but I can barely hide that resentment. His complete insolence towards my gender and my intelligence! I might not be a raging passionate feminist, but everything this guy spout from his mouth offends my sensibilities. Am I not worthy of First Class Honors?

"Yeah, that later." His curt response as he stops the music. His hand on my t-shirt again as he pulls me over to his lap, this time, nearly causing it to rip in half and making me wince quietly in pain. He unbuttons my jeans and pulls it partially down. Is he trying to strip me himself? I will resist! But even then I am not ready for his next move.

He bends me over his knee, pulling my panties down just enough to expose my bare ass, and he begin spanking me.

*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* Over and over again, the sounds of his palm striking my bottom reverberate in the room. I bit my lips as I avoid crying out, enduring the pain. No screaming, as he reminded me. However what is worse than that pain is the overwhelming humiliation of being physically treated like this, demeaning my status and robbing me of my independence.

"Fucking bitch, our cuck-enabling country treated you females like princesses! Spoiled, selfish things like you ought to learn something new besides caring about yourself!"

After like a hundred spanks to my now sore ass, he releases me and throws me backwards as I stumble back on my half-down jeans to the bed.

"Will you strip for me now?" He sternly asks, staring straight into my eyes. My tears pouring out, I close my eyes and nod. That sexy music plays from his phone again.

I stand up again, my face looking away as I push the jeans down until they drop down at my feet. I pull my ruined t-shirt up and over my head and toss it aside. He sighs at the sight of young female skin being exposed.

"Yes... Strip naked for me now," Damn, he did want me to go further, but his next words fills me with anxiety, "Strip sexily, look into my eyes and smile for me as you do so."

I take a deep breath and did as he instructed. He chuckles as I flash a smile, one that's probably a comically wide fake smile, and I did my best recalling what actresses do in those softcore porn movies when they undress. I slowly reach to my back to unhook my bra, letting it fall while my fingers return to slowly feel up my toplessness, still keeping my eyes on him. No eye contact: His eyes are rudely staring at my free hanging pair though.

Knowing I have to finish the job and put on a good show, I preen myself before him like as if he's a mirror, and with trembling hands I slide my hands up my thighs before hooking my fingers into my panties and pulling it down. I am now standing, red-faced and completely exposed before him. This is rather disconcerting, but I am smart enough to know what he expects, and thus I resist the temptation to cover myself up. I look up at him meekly and his face is one of clear scorn.

"Hey stupid slut, for claiming to be an A-scorer you still has lots of room to improve on your stripper career! B grade for your first test."

I am no slut but he clearly wants me to be one. I remain silent at his insults, wanting to neither encourage nor enrage him. But after stopping the music, he presses on further.

"So what grade did you get for your striptease test, slut?"

"B"

"What do you need to do in the future?"

"I need to improve." I mutter, my eyes looking down.

"Improve on what, slut?" He barks, his hand suddenly darting out and pinching my nipple.

I cringe before answering with a slightly louder tone.

"I need to improve on my striptease!"

He nods in approval, and my face continues burning with shame.

I remain mortified as he quickly undresses before me. I so wanted to look away as his semi-erect cock pops up after pulling down his underwear. But it has been a while since I have seen a shaved cock outside of my ex-boyfriend's, bigger than what I have seen outside of porn. I can't help but perversely wonder how big it would be when fully erect.

With a growl, he pushes me onto my back on the bed. With him staring down at me, my breath grows more ragged by the second at the anticipation of what this man wants to do with me. I am gradually entering a state of confusion - What is this tinge of lust I am sensing rising within me? How can I want to be violated? This doesn't make sense!

"Regardless, here's an incentive for you to do better for us guys," He whispers into my ear before his head moves down.

"What... No!" I gasp as I feel his tongue lapping at my pussy, and I try to shake him off but his hands firmly kept my hips down. I lay my head back and grit my teeth as I try to resist the pleasure. That private area of mine, to have a man pay it some oral attention, feels so new and so wrong to me. My ex-boyfriend has never done this for me, preferring to pound me until he's satisfied his lust inside of me, fast and furious. This time though, to have a stranger be my first time getting my pussy licked - and forcefully too - it's so degrading.

I can't help but eventually utter a cry of lust when his tongue buries itself into my vaginal tunnel. My pussy is now dripping wet; the pleasure is beginning to take over me while my mind struggles to comprehend. I shouldn't enjoy this! I cannot enjoy this! I am a hard-working student in the social sciences; I do not need to enjoy sex! I keep on telling myself in my mind. But for the first time in ages, the lessons about cognitive dissonance are turned back onto me. Despite my still flowing tears at my own plight, my body is telling me a different thing. His tongue is now focusing all his attention on my now erect clit, the intensity of it all pushes me over the edge...

"Yes!" And I barely remember regretting that barely restrained shout of lust. My mind went blank as the ecstasy takes over. When I slowly come down from the peak, I pant and breathe hard, and I almost can feel my face covered with sweat. I look down to see what he intends to do with me next.

"Admit it, you like it. You really are a slut. Now you owe me," He murmurs before continuing, "So for your next test..."

He grins as he pushes me aside. He pulls out a small bundle of rope which he uses them to tie my hands together. With this task done, he lay back on the bed himself, grabs my hair and pushes my head towards his slowly stiffening cock. My face grimaces in dismay, knowing what he wants me to do, but as much as I detest sucking cocks, I don't have an option here.

"Fuck your studies. Every woman needs to learn how to please a man without using her hands, so let's see how good of a cocksucker you are." He pushes my head until his cock slaps against my face.

Seeing no other option available to me, I open my mouth and swallow his cock. With his strong hand guiding me like as if I'm nothing more than a fleshlight, I'm made to learn the finer points of sucking cock, what my tongue should do and on which spot, so on and so forth. My head bobs up and down repeatedly as I do my best to please him, and I can feel him growing in size while it is his turn to groan with lust. Somehow this whole situation is turning me on as well. When his cock reaches its fully erect state, I marvel at the look briefly. It has to be around 7 to 8 inches in length, with a thickness that my throat has problem fitting into... And that again is exactly what he wants to train me to accommodate to his size.

He slowly but surely forces my head down his tool until I swallow his whole length, all the while ignoring my muffled protests at being deep-throated. With my hands bound, I can do nothing else but be his skull-fuck toy for a few rounds. My throat squeezes his thick cock, pleasing him while I struggle.

"Yes, you fucking slut, take it all in, do that in the future for every guy you meet, make sure you swallow all his cum." He grunts as he savagely make my head move according to his own pace.

The discomfort of my gag reflex is nearly overwhelming but he apparently senses it and grants me mercy by pulling out. The second test over, I am left coughing with saliva trailing from his cock to my lips.

"Can deepthroat but no stamina and no skill, that's YOUR job whore!" He snarls as he grabs my neck chastising me, "You get a C for this!"

"Please, let me go..." My last plea of mercy fell on deaf ears. My degrading experience of being forced to climax and then getting face-fucked is apparently not enough for the stranger. As much as my pussy welcomes it, my mind fears for that one moment that I feel is about to arrive.

"Hell no, you are too good a piece of meat to let go now."

I am thrown on my back again. He gets on top of me, spread my legs apart and pushes his hard cock - afforded from all the hard work my mouth did on it just now - into my now wet pussy without warning me.

"So tight..." He groans.

I gasp in response as he pushes himself further deeper inside of me until he achieves maximum penetration. He stares down at me victoriously. The sensations of a cock invading my pussy, pulsing like it is going to explode inside of me, oh how I miss that... Wait a minute, what am I thinking?! I am actually appreciating this? How am I not ashamed of what is about to happen to me? But oh god... I am feeling so full, I didn't even know my pussy can take that size and length!

"And now for your third and final test, always enjoy when any man fucks your pussy!"

With that, he begins pumping in and out of my pussy, remarking what a good fuck I am. For my part I am forced to agree with everything he says. He rides me hard, and soon I too am getting into it.

"Are you a slut?"

"Yes!"

"Would you like to be a prostitute in the future?"

"Yes!"

"Are you feeling good right now?" That's actually a question he repeats.

"Yes!" Is the only correct response I am allowed to give and thus I did so accordingly. In fact, "yes" is the only response he trains me on giving as he leisurely pounds me. Any other answer, or even a non-response, he would grab my boobs and pinch my nipples hard, deliberately making me cry in pain. Pain or pleasure, the choice is so much simpler as compared to differentiating the nuances of opinions. There's also this sense of security with my hands bound, so I need do nothing else but yield to him. He's right. We girls love comfort.

"So you like a stranger's cock fucking you until you cum?"

"Yes!"

As much as I hate to admit it, my body is actually enjoying this and my mental resistance is broken - I am feeling no guilt. I am no longer thinking about my textbooks. I am no longer thinking about my notes. They don't make me feel good, his big fat cock reaming me out is the one that does. Training on my fuck job is more satisfying than studying the intricacies of media communication. My hips are moving in rhythm under him as he increases his pace. Every stroke pushes me towards the edge, my eyes wide open as I feel every inch of him in and out of me repeatedly. I am being conditioned to enjoy being used roughly by the likes of him, so all I want is for him to slam his cock in my pussy hard until I achieve another orgasm.

I look up at him, and all I see is him brutally thrusting like a possessed man, his animalistic grunts as he strives to bring both of us to a climax. The sights, the sounds, the sensations... My eyes roll back as the intensity overwhelms me.

"Ooooooooohhhh YESSSS!!!" And so I am finally granted that euphoric orgasm that I so loved, this time stronger than before. My entire body shudders, and I can almost feel my pussy squeezing his cock as it spasms. My scream of lust, now unrestrained like it is no one else's business while my legs are shuddering in the air. I am glad that there's no one else around to hear us.

The events that happened between my second climax and the time I woke up are more or less a blur - But I vaguely recall that the stranger likes what he's seeing and hearing, given his own final holler of joy shortly before he climaxed. Very likely enjoyed his orgasmic release inside of me at my expense since he was continuously pumping into me until he stopped. Never mind the consequences; all I know is that I am satisfied beyond my belief.

When my senses recovered, I find that my hands and legs are now tied to each end of the bed posts. My mouth is gagged with what I think are my panties, with tape securing it in place. This isn't over yet? My mind ponders on this with half dismay, half anticipation of further pleasure. He is now standing in front of me with his shirt on and still in the midst of putting his shorts back on.

"Not bad for a first-time whore, I think I would give you a B+ for it," He chuckles as he buckles his belt. I can only stare at him, completely shaken at the whole experience so far.

"You need more training though. So have a good night fucking!" He bids me goodbye as he closes the door behind him.

That bastard, whoever he is, secured my limbs really well. There's no way I can wriggle out of this. I am just reminded of my own nakedness: My legs are spread wide apart. What kind of farewell is he giving me?

Given the lights are still on, I turn my head around to pay attention to my surroundings for the first time. Walls are adorned with posters of scantily clad female models, some of them even topless. I can spot a fleshlight on top of a desk at the corner of the room. Great. I am going to suffer the final humiliation of being seen bound and naked by a horny male undergraduate before he rescues me.

Worse still, as I strain to turn my head at the wall behind me, I see a white paper banner with a message scribbled on it: "I'm horny, please fuck me before you free me."