Allison's Education, Part 6 - Persuasive Speech

Allison's Education, Part 6 - Persuasive Speech

Story by All These Roadworks (2025).

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Allison hated her new accessories. It felt weird and slutty to have her pussy lips locked together – although it felt even sluttier when her father unlocked them every second night to clean her cunt slowly and carefully with a warm wet cloth, not least because it always made Allison orgasm in her father’s arms.

The small cowbell hanging from her clitoris had a chain long enough that it could be just seen below the hem of her skirt when she was standing upright, and it was capable of ringing loud enough to draw the attention of all those around her to Allison’s cunt. Plus it was heavy enough that if it bounced or swung, it caused real pain in Allison’s clit.

Allison got used to walking slowly and carefully, her legs clamped demurely together, to conceal the bell and prevent it from ringing.

She had thought that, of the two options for dressing her tits, she would hate them both equally, but she soon found that she vastly preferred the spiked bra. The spikes were painful – particularly if she received pressure against her bosom – but they didn’t break the skin, and she found she could become accustomed to the low background noise of tit-pain they produced.

The elastic bands for the base of her tits, however, were much worse. Firstly, they made her udders bulge in unnatural ways that called attention to them even beneath her school blouse. Second, they made her tits just as sensitive to any pain or pleasure as the spiked bra – if not more so. And third, and most importantly, they caused just as much excruciating agony when she removed them and allowed the blood to rush back in as Mr Culvers had warned her. It was like her tits were being stabbed with a thousand needles all at once. And she needed to remove them three times a day.

Mr Culvers had suggested that she be aroused when she did this, so the arousal endorphins would mitigate the pain, but with her pussy locked tight the only way that Allison could really stimulate her pussy was to tug on the cowbell chain, causing pain in her clitoris, and at first Allison ruled this option out entirely. Instead she tried to think slutty thoughts in the school bathrooms prior to releasing the bands, only daring to take them off once her cunt was nice and juicy – but the pain was still so overwhelming she had to stuff a fist in her mouth to muffle her scream.

But as the days went on, she found herself getting aroused more and more often. At Mr Culvers’ request, her family had confiscated her birth control and replaced it with the vet’s fertility pills, and these were making her horny and a little bit stupid. Her cunt became so wet that she found herself **** for any kind of stimulation, and at these times she would start tugging on her cowbell chain despite herself, torturing her clitoris just to feel something – anything – in her pussy.

And soon she found that she could, indeed, orgasm from clitoris pain.

After that she would, indeed, “masturbate” when removing the elastic bands from her breast, yanking on her cowbell as the pain flooded her fuckbags. Sometimes she would orgasm. She knew that she was training herself to be sexually aroused from breast and cunt pain – teaching herself to orgasm from having her sexual organs abused – but she couldn’t help herself.

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Allison’s parents walked into her bedroom one morning, at least an hour before Allison would normally get up for school. Allison was naked in her bed, and she had been surreptitiously “masturbating”, tugging at her clit using the cowbell, and by her own estimation she was halfway to an orgasm.

Her father sat, and pulled back her bedsheet, revealing her full nudity. Allison snatched her hands away from her cunt, blushing guiltily, but her father didn’t seem to mind. He had the washing bucket with him, and he carefully unlocked her twat, and then began sponging her labia and fuckhole with strong, gentle motions.

Allison’s mother paid no notice to this, and said, “Allison, your father and I want to talk to you about your performance at school. We’ve spoken to some of your teachers and… we understand you’re not getting very good grades.”

Allison blushed. She wasn’t – but then, the teachers barely bothered to teach her, or any of the other girls, because the school’s policy was that women only had the bare minimum of brains necessary to encourage a man to impregnate them. The teachers set her impossible tasks, gave her no instruction or assistance, and then marked her down for failing them.

But she could say none of this to her parents, who would tell her to stop being silly, and apply herself better.

“Now, you know if you fail out of this school, there’s nowhere else for you to go, Allison,” said her mother. “You’ve already been expelled from one school because of your breasts, and your sluttish behaviour. Your second strike is your last. You won’t graduate from school – but we will expect you to pay your share of the rent around here.”

Her mother paused, and then added, “And given… the way you are, I expect that would mean you’d need to work in the local brothel.”

Allison blushed, and her father waved a hand. “Oh, it’s not so bad, Allison. We’ve actually talked to Mr Garness, who runs the brothel, and he said he’d be happy to have you. He said you’d be very popular with the customers who really like to go to town on a woman’s udders – you know, just really hurt them.”

“Your cousin Jeffrey said he’d be your first customer, if you end up in the brothel,” said her father, who was still stroking Alison’s twat with the cloth. “He said he’s always wanted to have a go at your fuckbags.”

“Oh, and remember Mr Tautredge, your second-grade teacher?” said her mother. “Always such a nice man. I bumped into him at the supermarket the other day, and he said he’d be very eager to fuck your pussy, if you ended up in the position of needing that money.”

Allison couldn’t help it. Her parents words were leaving her in a sea of shame and degradation – and at the same time, her father was pushing a warm wet rag insistently up her fuckhole.

Her body betrayed her, and she orgasmed.

Her mother smiled. “Oh, bless,” she said. “See, I knew you’d like the idea of being fucked by nice Mr Tautredge. You always did like him in primary school.

“But the point is, Allison,” said her father, now beginning to put the cloth away and lock her pussy closed again, “that if you don’t want to be in that situation, you need to apply yourself in school. Your English teacher tells me that you have a persuasive speech assignment coming up, and it could make or break your grades this semester. Your teacher believes that you can get an A+ for it, if you try – so I don’t want to see anything less than that A+, do you understand, young lady?”

“Yes, daddy,” whispered Allison, still blushing from having orgasmed in front of her parents.

“Nothing less than an A+,” repeated her father, “or we’ll make arrangements for you to try some work experience at the brothel.”

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The persuasive speech required Allison to talk for 20 minutes on a single topic and persuade the audience (the teacher and class) of the viewpoint that she was arguing for. She was required to make the speech personally relevant to her own life, and produce and distribute supplemental materials such as posters and handouts to support the speech.

The topic that her teacher, Mr Crestin, gave her, was this:

“That Big-Titted Girls Deserve to be ****.”

Allison almost cried when she saw it – but she had ****. It was either speak convincingly on this topic, or be shipped off to the brothel. She had to get an A+.

She printed off posters to support her cause. They read, simply, “Big-Titted Girls Deserve to be ****”, and they showed a picture of Allison in a tight top, her breasts bulging. She posted them around school, outside every classroom, and then – at the urging of her parents – she posted some at the local shops, too, and at bus stops near her house.

Her parents even had one mounted on posterboard, and hung in Allison’s room.

When it came time to present her speech, Allison stood in front of her English class, her legs clamped together to hide her cowbell clit chain, and explained how her very large fuckbags made boys look at her.

“Even the boyfriends of my friends stare at me,” she explained – and it was true. Her friend Kiki had a boyfriend, Sean, and Sean was even now staring at her lustfully from the back row of the classroom.

She explained how her tits were distracting to men and decreased their productivity, and how they a corrupting and slutty temptation to men around her.

“I distract teachers with my giant sex-melons,” said Allison, looking at Mr Crestin, who was indeed staring at her tits. “That makes it harder for them to teach, and impacts the learning experience of all my fellow students.”

“I’ve even seen my own father have an erection from staring at my fuckbags,” Allison admitted, a tear in the corner of her eye. She felt deeply guilty for sexually arousing her own father. Nice, normal girls didn’t do that, did they?

“But despite all this, I’m a virgin,” said Allison. “No one has ever actually fucked me. Which means all I’ve done all my life is cockteased men with my giant slutty funbags.”

She paused, and then said, “And the truth is, the thought of being **** makes my pussy wet. And that’s why big-titted girls like me deserve to be ****.”

Mr Crestin was delighted. “Excellent speech, Allison. A+!”

And Allison beamed with pride.

But Mr Crestin also kept her back after class. And when all the other students were done, he backed her into a corner and said, “Well done, Allison. You have absolutely convinced me that you deserve to be ****.”

He began to pull at her clothes, slapping her across the face when she resisted. He ripped off her blouse, to expose her tits, and he laughed when he saw they were bound with elastic bands, and slapped at them a few times, making her squeal.

Then he got her skirt off her – but when he saw that her cunt was locked shut, he was infuriated.

“What the fuck is this?” he asked her. “Where is the key?”

“Only my father has it, sir,” said Allison, in an apologetic tone.

“That’s disgusting,” spat Mr Crestin. “What a tease. You spend the whole class inviting everyone to **** you, and then your twat is locked shut? Well, I can hardly take back your grade, after announcing it in front of the whole class, but the principal will hear about this, mark my words.”

He pushed her down to her knees in front of him, and said, “Hold still, you ridiculous slut, until I’ve relieved myself.” And he took out his cock and began to masturbate, aiming it at Allison’s face, until he finally reached orgasm, and ejaculated all over Allison’s face and tits.

Allison flinched as she was bathed in gobs of warm, sticky cum. Mr Crestin sighed, and put away his cock. He looked down at the clothes he had ripped.

“You won’t be able to wear them, I suppose,” he told her. “But that’s your problem. Don’t ever tease me again, you big-uddered bitch.”

And he left her there, nude, and covered in his sperm.

In the end Allison made a dress for herself by tipping out the room’s rubbish bin and cutting arm holes and a neck hole in the black bin liner. She ran home in tears, still covered in cum, and told her parents what had happened to her.

“Well, you *did* just make a speech about how you deserved it, honey,” said her mother.

“Here, let’s get you cleaned up,” said her father. He took her to her bedroom, got her out of the bin liner, and unlocked her cunt. Then he scooped up the cum on her face and breasts with one finger, and pushed the finger into her mouth for her to suck clean. He repeated this until the cum was mostly gone, and then washed her face and tits with the warm sponge, before beginning to clean her pussy.

But this time as he cleaned her, he took her clit chain, and put it in her hand.

“Tug on this while I clean you, baby,” he said. “It will make you feel better.”

And it *did* feel better, to **** her clit with the chain as her father fingerfucked her rapehole with the warm sponge. It felt right, like something she deserved.

And a moment later, not thinking about it until she had already done it, she leaned forward and kissed her father on the mouth.

He kissed her back, his tongue exploring her mouth, and as he did so, Allison felt herself orgasming like a whore in her father’s arms.

(TO BE CONTINUED)