I think my luck my have run out. I didn’t turn myself in, and soon enough a bunch of women fighters and guards came at me out of nowhere and didn’t stop until I couldn’t move. They’re dragging me to god knows where
SLUTcon has begun. Depending on your interests please feel free to attend a diplomatic gathering, go shopping at the trade show, engage in some cultural exchanges or just hit the bars and see what happens.
Waking up with your slave's tongue between your legs is a great way to start your day. Especially when he is waiting to serve you breakfast as soon as he is done.
I tried sneaking into The Matriarchy to see what SLUTcon was all about. The second I touched dry land I was beaten within an inch of my life and taken into captivity.
I'm sure it's a lot of fun catching wild pigs, but you know every single one of them needs to be properly screened before selling them, right? I swear I have the most thankless job here.
The hazing at my sorority is so humiliating and degrading. I almost feel like a Goddess-minor when I am done, but at least I can take it out on my pig when I get back to my dorm.