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Chapter 4 by Grand Oldman

Will you go downstairs?

Yes

The supply-entrance was busy with wide scale of transport vehicles and woman. Some crying with fear and being dragged to the process plant by weird looking robot, and some smiling with happiness thrusting forward their huge tits, march to process plant.

“Well, this is it. Actually nothing special. Bitches come out of truck, lead them to processing plant.”

You asked why some of women are crying, while others are beaming with happiness.

“Those whimpering cunts are foreigners. They come from other countries where bitches are equal to man. Some of them are loot of **** hunt, some of them are sold to here or exiled from their homeland and , unfortunately or fortunately arrived here. ”

Then you asked about smiling women.

“They are collected from this misogynistic empire! In this empire, people can sell cunts for money! Some of them are sold to us, and we turn those worthless miserable cunts in to obedient, useful drones!”

You asked why those ‘empire cunts’ are smiling

“That’s simple! Most of them are raised to be sold. So they’re being taught how wonderful it is to become drone and serve the empire and their male master! And today, dream of those poor bitches will come true. It is why they are smiling.”

You nodded in approval.

“Now, let’s move to next part. Shall we?”

Where should we go next?

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