He was a foot taller and a hundred poundsheavier than Jane was, but if this were real life he would be curled upin a ball in agony. The weaker sex. Al... because of a useless piece of flesh. Just this weekTime Magazine had an entire issue devoted to the relationship in societybetween woman and men. The cover showed an attractive couple, presumablyat home. The man was seated in a chair wearing a housedress and an old-fashioned sunbonnet while the woman wore a business suit and stood athis side.. .Stephanie screamed into her gag as she lost her balance and fell forward, and screamed again at the sharp pain when the rope harness jerked taught, arresting her fall.It was perfect, Jeff smiled, better than he had dreamed.His stepsister's head was nearly level with his waist and, if he stepped in back of her, so was her nicely rounded ass. He gave her a couple of playful swats on the rear before finishing up what he needed to do.The idea for this came to him when he sat in the living room and. My public shaming with the red vibrating cup lasted a relatively short time. This has gone on and on forever. I can feel myself dripping with my own wetness - slipping and sliding on the ginormous phallus that stuffs my sex and makes me feel distended. My vision is blurring with animal lust, and my blood pounds in my ears.I’ve not given much thought to sex before the Rape Run, and certainly didn’t think that with my level head I could be reduced to a state where I was desperate to orgasm, but. Finished, he sat back and looked up at her, his brown eyes sparklingwith fun and intelligence; he LOVED this new game! A few minutes later Jane sat at her kitchen table sipping tea as she methodicallywent over the details of the new ordeal she intended for herself. The dog'spart in it - the simple tasks she'd trained him to accomplish - was now flawless;Towser could be relied on to play his part. She thought about the release mechanismfor her mitts; that, too, was well-tried and 100% reliable -.