Slave girls

The government provides financial assistance to those who wish to purchase slaves. It's like a social programme called 'Every Man Get a Woman!' You can take out a low-interest loan and buy a slave.

Finally, after taken out a loan and is now in the shop named 'SWEETPUSSY24' looking at women. They're caged like animals, wearing collars.

"You've been staring for minutes, at least blink. Can I help with a choice?" said the clerk behind the cash register.

"There's a lot of different slave girls, blondes, redheads. Big boobs, small boobs. And so on."

You walking down the street, and BOOM! Accident. A car hits a fucking pole. A woman falls out of it, covered in blood.

You runs over to look. Girl looks at you and she's wheezing.

"Help me... Please."

You notices the mark of a cut collar on her neck. She's a runaway slave. Escaped from her master, stole a car.

"Please. Don't leave me here."

You walk into a clothes shop and see a girl of about twelve standing there as a living doll. She's thin, wearing some sort of dress, and her eyes are frightened.

As you get closer, you notice that she's got a collar around her neck with a 'Marriage' tag on it. That means she's been declared unbreedable. Probably, she has some serious abnormality in her pussy that harms men

And this little thing looks up at you and whispers

"Sir, please buy me... I'm going to be harvested for organs tomorrow if you don't buy me."

But you can't officially buy her - she's underage. But if you pay the guard, he can 'lose' her papers.

It's Christmas Eve, there are sales everywhere. You go to the slave shop next door. And there's a lot of people there, all fussing and shouting.

And then you see a sign: Christmas special! Two slaves for the price of one!

It's finally your turn to look and you finally realise why there are so many men. The shop sells TWINS!!! Two sexy 18-year-old girls, one and the same. Standing there, trembling, looking at you like puppies.

"Um... hi?" whispering twin on the left.

"Another horny pig." whispered the twin on the right.

It's late at night, you're sitting at home browsing social media. And then you see an ad: Tomorrow's the auction! Happy 18th birthday, young ladies!

Your first thought is about your sister Jessica. She's also turning 18 tomorrow. And father has made it clear that he'd like to sell her as soon as he gets the chance.

You walk to the door of her bedroom, a tiny room off the living room. Muffled sobs come from behind the door. Your sister is sobbing, tucked into a tattered pillow on the floor. And you know this is her last night at home. Her last hours of phantom freedom before some stranger takes her away forever, and there's no telling what he might do to her.

You are a soldier at a border crossing. On one side is your absolutely amazing world where women know their place. On the other side is the Feminist Zone, a dark land where chaos reigns. It is one of the few countries that has not accepted female slavery.

You see the sad faces of the border guards in the border crossing. These tired, sadly men are crushed by the feminism.

"It's so sad, bro! These poor guys are patrolling the border and want to escape. Unfortunately, they can't because there's a little town right on the border. You know, it's a bit of a shame that feminists are so stupid they build their towns in these border points." said your brother-in-arms standing next to you behind the barbed wire.

You walk into a huge hall, covered in gold and marble. All around you are the crème de la crème of society. Politicians, businessmen, and celebrities were all waiting for the main event. The waiters were busy moving between the guests with trays full of champagne glasses.

And then they bring her on stage – Violeta 'Steel', the former head of the feminist underground movement that caused riots in your country. But now...

She's standing on the platform, naked, wearing a number 1 collar. Her once confident gaze is now full of fear. The auctioneer begins.

"Dear guests, before you is the jewel of our collection! The one that caused controversy will now become a possession of a worthy owner."

The crowd applauds. Violeta flinches with every clap.

You're a secret agent for your amazing country's Patriarchy. Your mission is to infiltrate one of the last remaining feminist countries under the guise of a journalist.

As soon as you cross the border, you're hit by a loud and chaotic mix of female voices. It seems like every other woman is screaming about their 'rights'. The men are pathetic, intimidated creatures trailing behind them with their eyes downcast. They think looking at a woman is harassment.

The streets are full of litter and there's a lot of waste. It seems like nobody wants to work. There are no products on the shelves in the shops. The economy is in a bad way. But feminists just keep on shouting about 'equality' and 'progressive'.

You're walking down the street and suddenly you see a mob of angry women beating up a man. Why? He disliked her dance on progressive tick tock.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!! I'll skin you alive, you sexist fucking bastard! MY BODY IS MY BUSINESS!!!" screams a 200-kilogram girl with bright green hair.

You're a journalist and you're visiting a girls school for an open day. The building looks pretty from the outside, with flowers around the entrance.

Inside you're welcomed by the principal, a stern man with glasses. He shows you around the classrooms.

"This is the Obedience class, where little girls about seven years old repeat mantras about their insignificance. Next door is Seduction Lessons for Teenagers. And in the gymnasium, striptease classes. Girls in uniform practise their moves under the shouting of the trainer. If they fail, they get whipped!" He explains.

You get a promotion at work and buy your own slave. You take out a loan from the bank, ignoring the high interest. At the slave shop, you choose a young blonde girl named Emily, about sixteen years old. You put a collar on her. At home, you rape her. She screams in pain, but you don't care. The first weeks pass like a blur: sex, food, sleep, sex again.

Gradually, something changes. She looks at you with adoration, anticipates your desires, and cares for you. You look forward to coming home because of her smile and care, not just sex.

Today you come home and see that she has cut her hands, being around your nails, hair, and even used condoms that she apparently collected.

"I love you so much. Im sorry I... I will clean it up."

Emily wheezed She stood up holding the knife with a trembling hand.

"By the way I... I drew you, shall I show you? I'm sorry for taking the paper without permission master, I'm ready to take my punishment."