Marie's form is more...open minded

"So tell us, oh wise one..." Nathalie sarcastically said. "What is this new form of feminism?"

"Oh, it's just the first day. Don't worry, each of you will learn in your own way." Flynn said. "Just depends on my mood. And you guys do have to follow my orders."

"No need to remind us." Marie said, her arms crossed as she was leaning against the wall. "It sounds like you're gonna tutor us individually. Mansplaining feminism to each of us. But maybe I should be present at each one to ensure you're teaching a proper form of it."

For the first time since arriving, Flynn grimaced. Even when under an actual patriarchy, she still had a mouth on her. It would be fun to mess around with, but for the moment, it was annoying.

"Marie...strip naked."

"Ha!" Marie remarked as if she suddenly **** out of him some sort of admission that wasn't plainly obvious. Her hands moved down to remove her jean shorts as she continued. "Of course you just want to see my body, you perv..."

"Looks like I need to start early with you..." Flynn said before turning his head to the others. "Okay, I want everyone here to leave except Marie...and Kat, actually, some of this may overlap with you."

"Oh goodie, I can wait outside the door of my next class for half an hour, that's what I'm paying 10,000 dollars a semester for." Nathalie sulked as she got up. Lily quickly closed her Bible, following Nathalie out the door without a word. Kat stayed seated, her bra covered melons on display for the two remaining members. She was attempting to pay close attention as if this was all some sort of lesson for her, lowering her head which, to her, made her seem more low profile. Of course, all it was doing was pushing her tits out even more.

With the room cleared, it was now time to focus on his 'problem'. The young female leader of the club, now standing completely nude in front of him.

Despite her **** state, her eyes were still sharp, looking at Flynn with disgust. She crossed her arms, in both an attempt to still try to control the situation and to cover her perky tits.

"What a lovely thing you are..." Flynn said, not holding back on the creepier language.

"Yeah, you've already made your intentions clear. It's obvious you only want my body for one thing." Marie stated.

"Yes...and? What does it matter? Why are you covering your tits?" Flynn asked. "Are you ashamed of them? I thought feminism was about not being ashamed of your body."

"I-It is..." Marie hesitated, this man suddenly knowing a bit more about feminism then she thought. It did make sense, inasmuch as the Rule Book made sense of it for her in her mind. Flynn was in charge of setting up the values of the club, allowing for Marie to more readily accept his. She lowered her arms so he could get a full view of them.

"There we go, see? It's not so bad. Being ashamed of showing off your body is part of the patriarchy."

"I never thought of it like that. It makes sense...but if I let you see me like this, then you'll **** me! 1 in 4 women are **** in this country!"

Flynn stepped closer. She wasn't wrong. His cock would be violating her in a few moments. But he needed to further educate her. He stepped a bit closer to her, reaching around to grab her ass.

"Didn't you hear?" He asked her, averting her attention from his groping. "That statistic is false. It was disproven a long time ago..."

"What?! Oh no..." Marie wistfully said, sad that the statistic was wrong and not that her gender's chances of being **** were lower then she thought.

"But there's something you can do to help fix that! If I **** you and your other club members, those numbers will go up!"

This horrible idea clicked in Marie's warped mind. "Of course! Then when it's true again, society will have to take us seriously! But...won't you go to jail if I report you for **** me?"

"Just don't report me...that way, you'll also add to the unreported **** statistics as well."

Marie nodded her head, turning around and bending over, placing her hands on the desk, unaware that offering her body would do nothing for any statistics. She was eager to help the cause in any way, even if it meant sacrificing her body.

"Okay, you filthy fucking ****!" She said enthusiastically and with an odd, confident smile on her face. "**** me, you sexist pig!"