minors dni

what's a rape park? well, it's an officially sanctioned and city maintained rape haven. it's posted on signs around all entrances, by entering this space you're agreeing you may rape or be raped, and you won't report to authorities or nonindependent journalists what you may or may not encounter within the boundaries of this space.

what's a rape park look like? beautiful 🩷 but actually, it depends! the majority tend to be forested parks with trails snaking through them, making stalking your victim beforehand easier if that gets you going. some of them are garden parks with raised beds and trellises and wide open areas if you want to show off your rape. there's some sports parks, with baseball diamonds and soccer fields available for gangrape scenarios. there's a few water parks, some with pools, others just with fountains or slip n slides, for those with a more niche rape taste. there's a handful of industrial parks, with giant steel behemoths providing tantalizing twists and turns to explore with a flashlight at night with a friend who totally didn't bring you here with nefarious intent 🩷 and there's even locker rooms in most of the parks if you wanted to strip for the occasion ;) lube tends to be in the locker rooms, but condoms and other birth controls are not provided.

do people get abducted outside of these parks and brought to them expressly so someone could get away with rape? god i hope so 🤤

I want to dutifully suck him off as he lectures me about my place in the world, in his world, because I am a mere servant.

I want to cook and clean for him as he lives his own life outside: getting an education I am forbidden on the basis of my sex, building connections with his male peers and fucking other girls in brothels.

I want him to convince me more and more of my subservient role, speaking softly to me as he goes into detailed explanations of my feminine duties and needs, my natural drive to be his pretty bedwarmer and his obedient maid.

I want to provide pleasure for him after a long day of being a real member of society, I want to make sure he's always sexually satisfied.

I want him to dictate my time outside his house, allowing me out only to get groceries.

I want to give him full control of my body: he decides if I get to take birth control.

I want to swell with his offspring as he votes away my rights, as he's out there talking politics and getting more young men against feminism.

I want his legal and social grip on me to become more oppressive every year as I become his property, pushing out as many babies as he decides and tending to him and his house lovingly as he furthers my oppression.

While we're there us FTMs are forced to be fully naked 24/7. This is to keep us from attempting to masquerade as a fake gender as well as allowing the staff easy access to monitoring our detransition progress. We get frequent vaginal and anal inspections because of how often the patients try to sneak contraband in their vaginas. At any time, staff including guards can bend us over and fist our pussies and assholes to check for contraband.

Every day we're forced to take estrogen injections and breast enlargement supplements. Every week the staff monitors the size of our clits and nipples hard and soft, our cervix height and dialating capacity, how wide our vaginas can stretch open in front of a classroom full of psychology students from the local community college.

We're forced to do multiple sessions of therapy every day with a psychiatrist. One therapy is to fuck our vaginas with dildos while repeating,"My name is [ birthname]. I have always been a woman with a vagina."

At group therapy I have to introduce myself using my birthname and female pronouns. I have to share all the progress I've made fixing my delusional thoughts of being a male .