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Misogynistic law roadmap

Phase 1

Ban 'positive' discrimination in favor of women.

Ban feminist ideology in schools.

Restrict abortion.

Phase 2

Increase evidentiary requirements for workplace sexual harassment claims.

Permit positive discrimination in favor of men in university admissions and underrepresented jobs.

Phase 3

Promote traditional gender roles in schools.

Permit gender discrimination in employment generally.

Promote women marrying and staying home via changes to welfare and tax law.

Restrict birth control.

Phase 4

Increase evidentiary requirements for rape and sexual assault claims.

Legalize public nudity for women and the appearance of nude women in media.

Restrict lesbian marriage and cohabitation.

Give HoHs custodianship over adult dependents (mostly women due to changes in employment)

Phase 5

Change voting laws so that HoHs vote on behalf of household.

Restrict divorce.

Legalize HoHs administering corporal punishment over household.

Promote pregnancy via changes to welfare and tax law.

Phase 6

Give husbands custodianship over wives.

Legalize public sex.

Legalize spousal rape.

Legalize arranged marriage.

Ban women's suffrage and office holdind

Phase 7

Require that all women have a male custodian.

Restrict women's clothing.

Redefine rape to be based off of the consent of the woman's custodian.

It's not mine, I just wanted to share it, all credits to the author

Feminism has rotted America to the core. Boys now don’t know what gender they are, feminized by a coddling, female dominated, public education system. Men need to step up and return women to their natural place. The status of the female sex with regard to rights, freedoms, and privileges has always been at the discretion of men. We gave them their rights, now we must take them away.

1. Females need to be registered to a male guardian or husband

2. What females wear must be regulated by her male guardian

3. Females should not be allowed to drive.

4. Females should be banned completely from serving in the military, police, or emergency services. Professional fields such as law, science, medicine, and others should establish a very low quota of female workers, if not forbid them outright.

5. Men should be allowed to grope any female in public, and have sex with any female given her male guardians permission.

6. Females should not attend high school past 16, and should take courses in homemaking and serving men.

Instant reaction of terror when cunts look at this marvel of a medieval instrument of sexual torture. They know just by looking, that it is going to be absolute agony (typically the moaning starts with 20 seconds).

But those same cunts also sense arousal when they look at it. Be instant or creeping. I have yet to come across a slavecunt who failed to get aroused and orgasmic amidst all that excruciating agony. It takes a very small degree of encouragement or external sexual stimuli to flip her into a combination of excruciating torture and wild lovemaking. A dildo for impalement sensation when the hoist is lowered. Some nipple clamps. A Satisfyer or electrical current on her clit and she will ride it. Induction masochism of the highest order.

Perhaps it is not so surprising after all. The hard pressure by the sharp and unforgiving ridge, on her tender sex, is conceptually very close to a super tight cunt rope. And we all know effective that is. Add to that the forced leg spreading by the angular shape, and it quickly becomes evident why this device is such a divine instrument of female sexual torture and agonizing pleasure. I have yet to come across a specimen that didn’t break on the horse and didn’t cum on the horse.

It probably happened by chance that the inventors of this device, came up with something that would stimulate both pain and pleasure in a female. The subject would have to surrender to the beast beneath her but when she does surrender to it (and she will if she is forced to sit there until she stops crying and screaming), then the beast becomes her lover. She will ride it, still in pain and agony, but she will be drawn into the misty forest where the Siren’s call of the orgasm beckons.

It seems to be within reason, that the medieval witch hunters, when they had a female subject on the Goat or Wooden Horse, might have been tempted to physically encourage a display of sexual behaviour from the female with her cunt pressed hard against the ridge. A big wooden phallus inside her perchance, some breast and nipple torture for good measure. Feelings she would probably resist. But eventually her constant torture would cause exhaustion and fatigue, to a point where her mind would try to escape from her physical realm. At this point her body would be free to make love to the beast. With the amount of endorphins flooding her mind and drawing her into a place where arousal, orgasm and pain become a toxic potion that no cunt would resist. An involuntary forced entry by the Satanic device between her legs, but nonetheless one her physiology would make her welcome with gyrations and screams of delight the escape of the carnal pleasure.

Paradoxically, if she was to seek refuge in such a delightful orgasmic escape, no matter how momentary, her sexual surrender to the animal between her legs, would automatically negate any hopes of avoiding her becoming intimately familiar with all the other delights in the witch hunter’s torture chamber. Her sexual

Sofortige Reaktion

Die Reaktion ist sofort spürbar, wenn Schlampen dieses Wunderwerk mittelalterlicher Folterinstrumente sehen. Schon beim Anblick wissen sie, dass es absolute Qualen sein werden (typischerweise beginnt das Stöhnen nach 20 Sekunden).

Aber diese Sklavinnenficks verspüren auch sofortige Erregung beim Anblick davon. Doch damit nicht genug. Mir ist noch keine Ficks begegnet, die inmitten all dieser qualvollen Qualen nicht erregt und orgiastisch geworden wären.

Aber diese Sklavinnenficks verspüren auch sofortige Erregung beim Anblick davon. Doch damit nicht genug. Mir ist noch keine Ficks begegnet, die inmitten all dieser qualvollen Qualen nicht erregt und orgiastisch geworden wären.Es war wohl reiner Zufall, dass die Erfinder dieses Geräts etwas entwickelten, das bei einer Frau sowohl Schmerz als auch Lust auslöste. Die Betroffene musste sich dem Tier unter ihr ergeben, und sobald sie sich ihm ergab (was sie tun würde, wenn sie gezwungen wäre, so lange auszuharren, bis sie aufhörte zu weinen und zu schreien), wurde das Tier ihr Geliebter. Sie würde es reiten, immer noch voller Schmerz und Qual, aber sie würde in den nebligen Wald gezogen, wo der Sirenengesang des Orgasmus lockt.

Es erscheint durchaus plausibel, dass die mittelalterlichen Hexenjäger, wenn sie eine Frau auf dem Ziegenbock oder dem Holzpferd gefangen hielten, in Versuchung geraten sein könnten, sie körperlich zu sexuellen Handlungen zu zwingen, indem sie ihre Scham fest gegen den Kamm pressten. Ein großer Holzphallus in ihr, vielleicht, dazu noch Brust- und Brustwarzenfolter. Gefühle, gegen die sie sich wohl gewehrt hätte. Doch schließlich würde die ständige Folter zu Erschöpfung und Müdigkeit führen, bis zu einem Punkt, an dem ihr Geist versuchen würde, sich von ihrer physischen Welt zu lösen. In diesem Moment wäre ihr Körper frei, sich dem Ungeheuer hinzugeben. Unmengen von Endorphinen würden ihren Geist überfluten und sie in einen Zustand versetzen, in dem Erregung, Orgasmus und Schmerz zu einem toxischen Trank verschmelzen, dem keine Scham widerstehen könnte. Ein unfreiwilliges Eindringen des satanischen Geräts zwischen ihre Beine, das ihre Physiologie jedoch mit Windungen und Lustschreien begrüßen würde – die Befreiung von der fleischlichen Lust.

July 1st 2029

End of feminism and how we got there.

Feminism started long before the 1st of July 1999. But that was the date the tide started to turn. The first published edition of Laura Doyle's "The Surrendered Wife" was the starting gun that gave licence and freedom to the females that wanted to speak up about about shutting up.

Having reached saturation point, the sense of belonging to a cause, soon faded away for the young women. Equal pay. Female Pilots, Cabin Crew (instead of Stewardesses, eeek). Female executives etc.

But Feminism doesn't change the female physiological evolution. Not overnight.

3 million years of hominins evolution. 7, if you go right back.That is nature talking. Genes talking. Female body talking. Begging. Needing. Where the fuck we went wrong is academic. But a few hundred years of clap trap cannot erase needs.

If the entire human evolution was layed out on a 12 hour clock face. Then a few hundred years of rampant feminism, against millions of years prior, where females were bred and raised as men's chattels, then feminism would have arrived between 1 and 3 seconds before 12 o'clock.

No surprise therefore, that females want to be owned and told how to behave.

Scrolling forward. On the last election before Surrender Night was put into law, the backlash against the evolutionary derailment, was already in full overdrive and had been for several years. Aspirational young men had stopped buying in to feminist doctrines. Instead found solace and inspiration from the manosphere influencers online, of which there were plenty. They were also able to find validation elsewhere of their desires, their natural testosterone driven dreams and desires, programmed into their bodies by their creator. Amongst the places aplenty for their validation quests, were all the blogs from submissive girls, tradwives or tradwife candidates.

Because the unnatural and biological wrong had been going on for decades, prior to the backlash, the correction once it started, went from ignition to kickdown mode in a matter of months. Like an engine being fed contaminated fuel and being about to stall, when suddenly the filthy fuel was replaced with nitromethane.

When it first started to rumble, the daily news feeds were full of reports about 'toxic masculinity' manifestations on display. Men parading their wives or slavegirls in public. It was coordinated, targeted and en masse. The news feeders started to change their approach based on a safety of staff aspect.

The most audible and publicly outraged female news readers and anchorwomen mysteriously disappeared after a while. Later to be discovered on bdsm porn sites, seen to be going thru what was both correctional therapy as well as a warning to other wannabe disruptive females. Others would disappear for a while and then turning up as groin grinding nymphomaniacs and being passed around as payments for services. Fully mindfucked and brainwashed into thinking that they were currencies. When questioned about their time away, they would start touching themselves and start reiterating the same mantra: "Good girls don't cum. Good girls don't cum."

Surrender Night, grew from an idea of men leaving sexy females, provocatively dressed or naked, chained in random locations for free use. Then it evolved and culmination into one big celebration night of the re-emerge of the time honoured Patriarchal rule. Fuck worthy women were rounded up by para military groups of men in the days prior to Surrender Night. Before they ended up with their bodies in chains and of public displays everywhere.

The date was chosen, not quite by random, but probably for a mix of reasons. A book publication which acquired the fame amongst the Tradwife movement and its rapidly expanding group of followers. Add to this the celebration of Independence Day. A brilliantly inspired choice. The words from ancient history finding a new reason and once again highly relevant. Independence from Feminism.

"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."

It says it right there. Men.

Surrender Night quickly morphed into a succession of days and nights. Starting on the 1st of July and spanning almost a week in to and including the Independence Day celebrations. Including in particular its newly augmented meaning. Fuck worthy females galore. A spectacle worthy of the Roman Empire at its best.

At the last election, in November 2028, about 18 months before the lucky female on display above ended up with her wares on display, the confidence of the Patriarchy was fully evolved and containment attempts were sporadic and half hearted. Too many backslashes and out of sight or difficult to reach borstals and training camps for unmarried or errant women appearing everywhere. So during this election, many men were physically preventing women from voting. Unless they were husbands with a Tradwife or owners of well trained and mindset aligned slavegirls and fuck objects.

The outcome was as expected. Although protests were aplenty, they were coming from a segment of society that was already under siege. The protest movement actions were counterproductive, since it helped the Patriarchy to know who the troublemakers were and mark them for correction.

Never lies.

Her breathing a testament to her excitement. Her hard nipples a testament to her sexual arousal. 3 million years of hominins evolution. 7, if you go right back. That is nature talking. Genes talking. Female body talking. Begging. Needing.

Where the fuck we went wrong is academic. But a few hundred years of clap trap cannot erase needs.

Man and female will meet again. Like the opposite polarity on magnets. Millions of Tradwives cannot be wrong. They might not be loud*, but they wont be silenced either.

Love them

She is showing her prospective owners to be, that she understands that Fuck-Objects must have things fucked up inside them. That it is the natural way.

She is showing off her readiness and her willingness, but her ability is yet to be improved.

Her post gets the attention it deserves and she is ends up in fuck object school for a while.

Snakes inside

Now she is ready for her BIG moment. Coming to live with Daddy to be his big girl content slave. So he can show her bulging to the subscribers.

Accept that you can't resist

For a premium a girl could book a private photoshoot and then arrange to meet potential 'suitors' to test the merchandise, maybe even have a little influence over who eventually bought her. The standard package was a little less glamorous though, and saw girls lined up ready to show off what good little whores they could be to a live audience. Even from the waiting area they could hear the anguished cries of pain and pleasure coming from the display area as the day's activities got underway.

Before the day ended each one would taste at least a dozens of cocks, receive at least a few strokes from a cane to show off their sexy squeals, and be forced to orgasm several times in front of a baying audience. Once their turn was done they'd be led offstage by a chain leash and into a dressing room so they could go home and wait to hear if their suffering had been worthwhile.

Instant reaction of terror when cunts look at this marvel of a medieval instrument of sexual torture. They know just by looking, that it is going to be absolute agony (typically the moaning starts with 20 seconds).

But those same cunts also sense arousal when they look at it. Be instant or creeping. I have yet to come across a slavecunt who failed to get aroused and orgasmic amidst all that excruciating agony. It takes a very small degree of encouragement or external sexual stimuli to flip her into a combination of excruciating torture and wild lovemaking. A dildo for impalement sensation when the hoist is lowered. Some nipple clamps. A Satisfyer or electrical current on her clit and she will ride it. Induction masochism of the highest order.

Perhaps it is not so surprising after all. The hard pressure by the sharp and unforgiving ridge, on her tender sex, is conceptually very close to a super tight cunt rope. And we all know effective that is. Add to that the forced leg spreading by the angular shape, and it quickly becomes evident why this device is such a divine instrument of female sexual torture and agonizing pleasure. I have yet to come across a specimen that didn't break on the horse and didn't cum on the horse.

It probably happened by chance that the inventors of this device, came up with something that would stimulate both pain and pleasure in a female. The subject would have to surrender to the beast beneath her but when she does surrender to it (and she will if she is forced to sit there until she stops crying and screaming), then the beast becomes her lover. She will ride it, still in pain and agony, but she will be drawn into the misty forest where the Siren's call of the orgasm beckons.

It seems to be within reason, that the medieval witch hunters, when they had a female subject on the Goat or Wooden Horse, might have been tempted to physically encourage a display of sexual behaviour from the female with her cunt pressed hard against the ridge. A big wooden phallus inside her perchance, some breast and nipple torture for good measure. Feelings she would probably resist. But eventually her constant torture would cause exhaustion and fatigue, to a point where her mind would try to escape from her physical realm. At this point her body would be free to make love to the beast. With the amount of endorphins flooding her mind and drawing her into a place where arousal, orgasm and pain become a toxic potion that no cunt would resist. An involuntary forced entry by the Satanic device between her legs, but nonetheless one her physiology would make her welcome with gyrations and screams of delight the escape of the carnal pleasure.

Paradoxically, if she was to seek refuge in such a delightful orgasmic escape, no matter how momentary, her sexual surrender to the animal between her legs, would automatically negate any hopes of avoiding her becoming intimately familiar with all the other delights in the witch hunter's torture chamber. Her sexual

Sofortige Reaktion

Die Reaktion ist sofort spürbar, wenn Schlampen dieses Wunderwerk mittelalterlicher Folterinstrumente sehen. Schon beim Anblick wissen sie, dass es absolute Qualen sein werden (typischerweise beginnt das Stöhnen nach 20 Sekunden).

Aber diese Sklavinnenficks verspüren auch sofortige Erregung beim Anblick davon. Doch damit nicht genug. Mir ist noch keine Ficks begegnet, die inmitten all dieser qualvollen Qualen nicht erregt und orgiastisch geworden wären.

Aber diese Sklavinnenficks verspüren auch sofortige Erregung beim Anblick davon. Doch damit nicht genug. Mir ist noch keine Ficks begegnet, die inmitten all dieser qualvollen Qualen nicht erregt und orgiastisch geworden wären.Es war wohl reiner Zufall, dass die Erfinder dieses Geräts etwas entwickelten, das bei einer Frau sowohl Schmerz als auch Lust auslöste. Die Betroffene musste sich dem Tier unter ihr ergeben, und sobald sie sich ihm ergab (was sie tun würde, wenn sie gezwungen wäre, so lange auszuharren, bis sie aufhörte zu weinen und zu schreien), wurde das Tier ihr Geliebter. Sie würde es reiten, immer noch voller Schmerz und Qual, aber sie würde in den nebligen Wald gezogen, wo der Sirenengesang des Orgasmus lockt.

Es erscheint durchaus plausibel, dass die mittelalterlichen Hexenjäger, wenn sie eine Frau auf dem Ziegenbock oder dem Holzpferd gefangen hielten, in Versuchung geraten sein könnten, sie körperlich zu sexuellen Handlungen zu zwingen, indem sie ihre Scham fest gegen den Kamm pressten. Ein großer Holzphallus in ihr, vielleicht, dazu noch Brust- und Brustwarzenfolter. Gefühle, gegen die sie sich wohl gewehrt hätte. Doch schließlich würde die ständige Folter zu Erschöpfung und Müdigkeit führen, bis zu einem Punkt, an dem ihr Geist versuchen würde, sich von ihrer physischen Welt zu lösen. In diesem Moment wäre ihr Körper frei, sich dem Ungeheuer hinzugeben. Unmengen von Endorphinen würden ihren Geist überfluten und sie in einen Zustand versetzen, in dem Erregung, Orgasmus und Schmerz zu einem toxischen Trank verschmelzen, dem keine Scham widerstehen könnte. Ein unfreiwilliges Eindringen des satanischen Geräts zwischen ihre Beine, das ihre Physiologie jedoch mit Windungen und Lustschreien begrüßen würde – die Befreiung von der fleischlichen Lust.

Good looking sexy lady in her prime turns up at the mechanic.

"How can I help you Ma'am"?

"I have come to settle the debt for my husband's auto repair. The RV over there." and points to the vehicle.

"Ah yes that one, that was quite a big repair so it took a while of course and you built up quite a charge but your husband was adamant that you were good for it. And I have to say that you look as if you are. Would you like to settle it all at once?"

"I am very glad to hear you say that I look as if I am good for it Sir! Paying my husbands bills is something I am used to doing. By whatever means necessary...."

"By 'whatever means necessary', what exactly do you mean Ma'am?"

"I am the payment Sir!" she opens her jacket and exposes her breasts and eye catching hard nipples. "I am here as the payment in kind, for as long as it takes, up to a month, and whatever it takes!" Mechanic is looking at the merchandise in front of him. "How do I know you are serious about this?"

"I have a letter from my husband and you can also phone him for verification. That is what I do in life. I pay bills. I am my husbands biological ATM if you like Sir."

"So I can stick a card in you and you will push money out, is that your trick?" and he adds condescendingly and with a smirk "LADY?"

"You cannot stick a card into me and expect me to push out bank notes. But you can stick anything you like into me and I will not push it out until I am allowed. I provide value for money. I was trained to do that before my husband bought me years ago. i have been doing that ever since. I pay bills. I am merchandise. I am money. Money in your pocket Sir. This letter gives you complete control of me until the debt is paid. However long it takes inside a month, and whatever it takes."

The mechanic can see that she getting more aroused as she speaks. Her well rehearsed speech no doubt. A familiar spiel.

"So you are saying that you will be our WHORE. For us here to do with you as we like. Whatever we like and for as long as we like up to a month? Even stick you in the boot of our LOANER car to the right clients as an added bonus? Really!?"

"If that is what you like Sir, then yes. Anything you say!"

"Suppose this is a ruse and your husband turns up and accuses us of doing something nasty to you?"

"I have a letter and a contract and you can call him and speak to him. I also have a tumbler page where you can see what a piece of fucked up cumdump I really am. This elegant lady standing in front of you. Nobody is expecting me home tonight, or any other night. For a very long time. Given the size of the bill. I do not have a choice in this. I gave that up years ago when I was made to find my true purpose in life. Sir!"

She pushes her breasts forward and her hard nipples and shallow rapid breathing gives underpins her sincerity. I also have this for you..." and she hands him the remote control for her Satisfyer.

He takes the control and presses it. She goes into instant arousal and gyrating her hips in agony. She hands him the contract with a smile while she gaps:" As you can see I have already signed it, SIR!!"

Reading the contract and beginning to realise what might actually be on offer, he decides to check things out further. Walks around the other side of the counter and points to a store room. Full of paints and tools. "GET IN THERE BITCH! NOW!" he pauses the remote and watches her recover enough to stagger into the enclosed room. Then he slams the door and locks it. Goes back to the counter and opens the letter from the husband, before he phones him.

During the conversation, It soon becomes clear that the husband, or OWNER obviously, appears to have several 'wives' and the woman that turned up today is just one of what appears to be many, that his client uses as currency. As commodities in return for services rendered. Just like the whore said earlier. "Son of gun" he mutters to himself, "why did I not think of that myself. ...

He has an idea and calls the owner back, after some back and forth discussions, he puts the phone down with a big smile and a feeling of sexual excitement he did not know existed.

He decides to close early and puts the "closed" sign up on the door. Then he opens the storeroom and walks inside. He can tell she is nervous and aroused as hell. Her gorgeous nipples are still rock hard. He grabs her hair and rips off her top. "You won't be needing that anymore sweetie. Let me just secure you while I explain to you how things are going to be from now on...."

She looks at him with fear and arousal, itself induced by fear. She can tell something unexpected has happened. Something has changed. His demeanour beyond what you would expect in him. Well beyond. Some combination of being totally at ease, totally satisfied and en expectant demonic gleam in his eyes. 'What the fuck just happened?' she thinks to herself. It soon becomes clear.

"You have just solved ALL my problems you delightful WHORE!!! I made a proposal to your husband OWNER and we made a DEAL. We made a TRANSACTION. Let me correct that, I made a transaction with your FORMER owner. You are looking at your NEW owner and your are now in your forever home. Apart from the places I designate your availability for sexual services. I used the debt for your auto repair as a down payment on YOU. I fucking bought you. You BELONG to me now CUNT!" and with every emphasis he slaps her swinging breasts with alternate hands. One for each breast. He carries on for a while after his tirade. Has clearly worked himself up, in the full knowledge he can now carry on as long as he likes and as hard as he likes.

"What... what do you mean you OWN me now, and like forever???" she asks confused, trembling with part arousal and part fear.

"Rather than be restricted to a month,I used the debt for your auto repair as a down payment on you for good. A small payment every month for the next few years as well as a share of the revenues you are going to generate. I convinced your husband that since you have a bit on mileage on your clock, it was time to run you into the ground before he had to take you to the breakers yard himself. Made it sound like I was doing him a favour. When the reality is that I like a fine specimen and I know how to make it go further and faster. And you my lovely new fuck object,..." he paused to savour the words he just uttered, and the repeated the words, "you my new FUCK OBJECT, you are going to go on. Go on long, hard and fast. Because I am going to make you work overtime, double time, triple time and even quadruple time. You are going to be my MY merchandise and you are going to make me so much fucking better off with your suffering and your pimping. What I have to pay out for you, is a fraction of what you are going to earn back for me. I hope you came here well rested, because I have plans for you, starting tonight." and the he leers at his new toy with a sadistic grin.

"Oh my GOD. This was not the plan...it was only meant to be for a while..." she stutters

"This old auto repair shop used to be a lot more busy. But it is going to be busy now. Plenty of room for a dungeon and a torture chamber. So many things in the place I can use to hurt you with. Cables, clamps, batteries, benches and wrenches, pits and pillars. Let me show you how versatile an old car battery is when I put the clamps in just the right places, hehehe." he grabs her nipples and cunt with one hand and points to a bank of batteries stacked along a wall. You will see. And if that is not enough to make you purr, then just wait until I put them in series. I will if I have to, so better behave yourself. This is only the beginning..."

"My husband won't allow you to do this to me. This wasn't the deal. It wasn’t meant to be forever. Only a month. Maximum!"

"DEAL!??? You don't make deals cunt! You are not a dealer. You are the deal. The DEAL was that your RV got fixed in return for payment. Payment in good old Dollar bills. You came here because your owner offered you as payment. Your body was my payment. You were merchandise. Merchandise with nipples hard as rocks and a dripping cunt I am sure. And while we are on that subject, I am not seeing them deflating... on the contrary!"

He grabs her breasts and pinches her nipples hard before pulling and twisting them.

"Your so called 'husband' wasn't really, was he. He was your your owner. Your keeper and your pimp. And you spent most of your life in service. Because that's the kind of whore life that makes your slutty fuck hole wet and clenching. After I made the deal with your former owner, he shared a few tips with me. And I can tell he wasn't fibbing. How you like it hard and brutal. Need it hard and brutal. With no choices and no mercy. I can tell the way your body is responding that it's solid intel. You like to complain when you get close, just so you can be overruled and whipped into submission. Just so you can relish in the futility of resistance. He also told me never to let you cum without punishment. That it's the consequences of disobedience that you really crave. Well I have news for you. This old place has a level below, where you would never be able to get anyone's attention from the outside. This was a bank before it became a an auto repair shop. And below is where they kept the merchandise. Safe and sound. The merchandise. Get it? Down in the vault!"

"You are going to keep me locked up down there? Never to come up again? That is not what I am used to. I usually get around. Get admired and enjoyed. My services and my submission. Pleasing men with my gift of submission."

"What a load of crap! You have nothing to gift. You have nothing. You own nothing. You are nothing. Nothing but merchandise. 'Payment in kind' I think that was how you phrased it when you strutted your wares in front of me earlier. 'Payment in kind' yes I am sure that was it. Well YOU are my fucking payment. My property. My fuck meat. You will not be giving anything except pleasure to then men enjoying your body and your suffering. That is not your gift. That is a fucking honor for you slut!" and with each emphasised word, he would slap her breasts hard. A fast developing habit of his. Gave him a feeling of beating the words into her. Printing them on to her body with every hard slap.

He grabbed her nipples hard again and proceeded to pinch, twist and pull at the same time. Her screaming only served to make him want to make her suffer even more.

"Oh my God! Please stop Sir! Please, please, please stop. Stopppp, Pleeeeaaassseee SIR! I am begging you. I cannot take it!!!"

He smiled with a sadistic gleam in his eyes.

"You see this is what you don't understand whore. You can TAKE as much as I fucking LIKE. Let me show you."

Then he picked two pairs of heavy pliers of the shelf and promptly put them on her nipples. Tightening them hard to keep them from dropping off.

"You see now bitch, you are taking them just fine aren't you. There is no problem at all. They are staying where I want them stay. You TAKE them until they they fall off or tear your nipples off. IF that happens, and it might of course, especially if you keep fucking wriggling that, then THAT is when you are not 'taking' them anymore. Because they are not there.

Taking and tolerating them are never the same thing. Taking is doing. Tolerance is a measure or a feeling. A LIKE. What you LIKE is no more, except for what you DON'T like and what you cannot TOLERATE or TAKE. That's very relevant. Because that is my fucking PLEASURE!"

And with that he tapped the pliers to make her scream again. Then he grabbed her between her legs and ran his rough hands over her cunt. Pressed his thumb hard against her clit and then started twisting his thumb while continuing to press hard. Following up with two rough fingers inside her opening.

Her physiological response betrayed her protestations. She was totally aware of it. Totally humiliated and totally aroused. Her cunt brain short circuiting with pain, while her slavegirl cunt was asking for more. Pressing and welcoming his rough and forced entry. His fingers working faster and harder. Despite crying and sobbing with pain and despair, she could not stop herself pushing her abdomen forward and her clenching cunt begging for more than his fingers.

He pulled his fingers out and kicked one of her feet with his hard nose safety shoes. "Now spread your legs so I can tape this on you."

And proceeded to duct tape the Hitachi Wand in between her legs. After securing it tight he move back to where he had set up a tripod.

"Now stand there like a nice girl in front of the camera. You will be on show shortly. I have signed you up on a few platforms. What-comes-next and torture-for-hire-girl. Plenty of sadistic men out there who will pay to see you suffer. Any which way THEY like. You might not. But I want their money and you are going to earn it for me. My 'payment in kind' girl. Oh yeah, you are going to be paying alright. Busy busy busy!"