Fuck meat

One dark night, as dark as any other, after returning from work and just before reaching your apartment, you see a large number of men emerge from an alley, pass by you without paying attention, leaving you behind and disappearing into the darkness of the night.

A burning curiosity gripped you. Perhaps a woman had been fucked? Whatever the case, it wasn't your problem. But as you passed through the alley, you saw her... She was the woman who had changed the world years ago and created the world that benefited you so much.

This woman, whose name you didn't know, was "fuck meat," or at least that's what everyone called her. She looked up and found you. Her condition was horrific: cuts, blows, bruises, semen all over her body, from every possible orifice, and you even managed to make out bullet wounds and, further down, about 30 umbilical cords leading to a pile of crying babies.

She quickly gets up from the pile of trash she's lying on, grabs the umbilical cords, and rips them out of her vagina. The wounds slowly heal before your eyes. "I'm sorry, my superior man, I didn't see you, but I'm ready for another round, just for you." Her gaze is expressive, almost lifeless, but it reveals intense excitement. "Don't worry about those useless babies. They're all worthless females. Someone will take them, or I can give them to you. It doesn't matter. Anyway, where were we? ❤️"

Your first “fuck marathon” is exciting, no doubt, but not just any marathon. This time, just like in the old days, it’s not random women. This time, “fuck meat” itself will be the star, and that’s why there aren’t hundreds, not thousands, but millions of men in the stadium ready to participate. And finally, you hear it: “Participant 530,000 to 680,000, come forward and fuck her!!”

Along with a huge number of other men, you enter through the massive door, approaching her on the floor. Her condition is appalling: condoms, semen, bruises, gunshot wounds, and anything else you can imagine are all over her. She even appears to be pregnant. She doesn’t move; she simply lies there, waiting for everyone to make a move and use her for what women like her were created for. The men around you move toward her; now it’s your turn to participate.

Why you? Of all the women she could have chosen, she chose you. No matter how much you kicked and screamed, how much you defended yourself, now you’re in the center of a huge stadium full of thousands and thousands of men next to her… “Fuck meat.” The woman had turned the world upside down, and now you shared the pitch with her in the destruction of your morality, body, and soul.

Her face was expressionless and serious, yet it still revealed excitement and happiness. She looked at you, grabbed your waist, and pulled you close. “What’s wrong, you little shit? Are you afraid they’ll break your body? This is our true purpose, this is what we were created for. You should be proud that those perfect gods aren’t going to fuck and destroy us, hahaha.”

Before you could respond to that crazy woman, the voices over the loudspeakers echoed throughout the stadium: “Participants from 1 to 100,000, come forward and fuck the women.”….. You are going to die…..

You arrive home late… gas is scarce and you stop at a run-down, forgotten, dirty gas station with fat, foul-mouthed truckers; you simply pay for the gas and head to the bathroom

That’s when you see her, fuck meat, there she is hanging on a urinal like she’s one of them, she’s missing her arms and legs and anyone would say she should be dead but there she was alive and looking at you like nothing was wrong, she just stares at you as if she’s inviting you to use her

On a dark night, after what feels like hours, you finally leave the clinic after your “daily beating”, a reminder of your sole function. Before you reach your destination, you see them: a huge group of men walk past you, ignoring you, which is strange… normally they would have raped you, but this time they ignore you as if they’re already satisfied. You give thanks for your luck and quickly cross the alley, but that luck runs out when you hear her voice.

“Hey you fucking whore!! Why didn’t you suck those gods’ dicks?! Why didn’t you let them rape you?! Who do you think you are?!” The screams are of hatred and rage, “fuck meat” The woman who had ruined the lives of all the women is in the alley, her body is in a deplorable state, bruises, semen and everything you can imagine is on her body while in her lower part 30 umbilical cords protrude leading to a pile of crying babies

It’s a dark night in your apartment, it’s going to be lonely as always but suddenly someone knocks on the door….. and when you open it there she is, fuck meat, the woman that all the headlines and newspapers talk about as the presidential candidate and very well known for her extremely strong ideas.

“Hello, superior male citizen, I’m here to advertise my candidacy, and for that reason, this week I will visit every apartment of all the wonderful men in this building to be absduated as you wish. You are the first lucky one.” She says with a small, mischievous smile, “It’s time to have some fun, I suppose.

({[make your own scenario]})