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I told you slave, anymore mistakes and ill punish you, badly

Guess what, you’ve fucked up so now I’m going give done severe punishment

The lady Kahina knows all about your boot fetish. Her plan to seduce you with them is frighteningly simple.

In the lair of the Huntresses. The faded bloodstains of your predecessors still stained the floor.

Y’know, my boyfriend said you were a little bitch, but I didn’t realize just how much his bullying has affected you… look at you down there, on your hands and knees, trembling in fear, just because I threatened to tell him you were staring at me… I was only teasing you know…

But, since you’re down there already, and since you’re so clearly a submissive beta boy, I see no reason not to use you… so why don’t you crawl closer to me? My boyfriend never goes down on me, and seeing you down beneath me like that, vulnerable and quivering because of my man’s total dominance over you is making me kinda hot. So yeah, you’re gonna crawl to me, and you’re gonna service me. And you’d better do a good job because if you don’t, and I don’t cum before he gets home, well, just imagine what he’d do to you if he walked in and saw you eating my pussy?

"Lick the filth off my boot sole, slave boy."

The First Day of the Matriarchy Revolution

A hastily erected scaffold, covered in bloodstains from the previous torture of men. On this day the crowd of women is more frenzied than ever; the spectacle has been turned into an assembly-line production. A woman on the scaffold glorifies the revolution, teasing and whipping up the crowd before yet another public demonstration of the place men now occupy in the new society.

A terrified man waits. The crowd chants: “Shame him! Punish him!”