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.
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 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
I just caught another runaway who thought he could meet up with a male resistance group in the mountains near Riverbed. We are going to have a LONG interrogation to make this piggy squeal.
