The Feminist Critic moans as she is bound in nothing but her panties. The breaking of the soft body, of the famous representative of Feminism, and her utter submission to Patriarchy will soon to irreparable harm to her cause
Enslaved in the pig sty barracks of a Redneck Warlord, the Feminist Leader in center square cradles herself in fetal position, surrounded by the moans and stench of her sister Feminists, as she spend the long agonizing hours contemplating the utter and co
The streets of the Feminist Capital, are lined with posters showing their former Prime Minister utterly conquered. Enslaved, helplessly bound and collared. Impregnated and destined to give birth to the child of her worst enemy
