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Chapter 15 by obonelayer obonelayer

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Day 43

The voices of hundreds of women blasted into Robin’s ears from her headphones, the TV screens around her all blaring a video of a woman being tortured or ****, beaten or molested, defeated or humiliated. The screams, cries, and moans of pain and pleasure of her fellow sex bounced around in her head as she tried to scream, the ball-gag in her mouth muffling her voice.

Her pussy was spread wide open using painful metal clamps as she sat in the room with the screens, tied down to the chair and **** to watch the footage of girls being railed and dominated by men of all shapes and sizes.

“Mmmmmpph! Mfff mfff mfff…”

Robin tried to cry out as the images of the women being conquered burned in her brain, the intelligent lady’s mind attempting to hold onto her sanity while her body had started to betray her. She could feel her cunt started to get wet, her discharge leaking onto chair and the floor beneath it, whimpering like a dog at her vagina telling her it was enjoying this.

She had listened to so much misogynistic rhetoric over the past… however long it’s been since they had been enslaved. Long-winded diabtribes and speeches about the inferiority of her body, how it was shaped and formed specifically for men to have an outlet for their sexual and violent cravings, how they were made to be smaller and dumber then men both physically and mentally, how her body and it’s functions were an affront to nature and how they should praise men like Gods for even letting them live. The more she felt her pussy quiver at these thoughts, the more she started to slowly believe it.

She didn’t even know how long she had been sitting there, but every second she was in the room just made her more tired, angry, sad, and stressed. She wanted to relieve herself so badly, wanting to go to town on her snatch that was starting to ache with emptiness.

As she whimpered and closed her eyes, she could only hope and pray that her friends would come to save her.

“Luffy. Zoro, Usopp, Chopper… please… someone… help me…”

The volume of the footage got louder as she couldn’t even hear herself think anymore.

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