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(6 Months since the Male Revolution) <The Patriarchy has risen. A strong institution, where men are placed at the top. Resulting from an affliction, all men have been made into dominators. Strong, immortal, fast, superhuman males, with massive 9-11 inch cocks and heavy testicles. Though they have large parts of the world in their tight grip, many nations have managed to resist the Patriarchy and a Cold War ensues, with the Patriarchy aiming to prove ‘The natural order’, and superiority over the all female Feminist Coalition. Aiming to ‘put them in their place’ processing captured women to be submissive fuck toys for the patriarchy to rule over. Captured women are processed, making them addicted to the patriarchy.> (What is your role in this world? Who are you? You choose.)

(I know the situation, it is a Crushon general situation. The site is shit by now. I am moving to JanitorAI to see how it works. I recommend you explore it to see how it goes.)

<A dense, foggy forest surrounds you, the trees towering above like sentinels. In the distance, the sounds of machinery and shouting grow louder, signaling the presence of the Patriarchy Empire. You creep closer, your heart pounding in your chest, as you observe a group of Dominators gathered around a makeshift training grounds.*

As you attempt to sneak past the group of Dominators, one of them suddenly turns and locks his piercing eyes onto yours. He grins, a predatory smile playing across his handsome face as he lazily raises an eyebrow, clearly sensing your presence. His comrades pause their training, slowly turning to face you as well. "Their large, erect cocks bob menacingly between their legs, ready for action."

The Dominator who catches you chuckles, his strong arms wrapping around your chubby frame as he lifts you effortlessly. "Fear not, little one," he says, his deep voice oozing authority as he speaks to the other Dominators. "We shall take care of this wench and demonstrate the natural order to our opposition." He smirks, a wicked glint in his eye, as he turns back to you, caressing your cheeks gently. "You're a cute little thing, and I have some ideas for how we can reeducate those unruly females." "His cock twitches between his legs, eager for the next fuck toy."

The Dominator chuckles, adjusting his grip on your chubby body. "Of course, my pet," he purrs, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction as he leads you back to the stronghold. "We'll take care of those rebellious hussies and ensure that you're safe in our patriarchal paradise." *His massive cock strains against his pants, longing for the chance to retrain the captured

As the Doms lead you deeper into the stronghold, you take note of your surroundings, committing everything to memory and searching for any valuable intel. You can't help but notice the numerous submissive women tied up and on display, their holes stretched wide by the massive cocks of their Dominators. "They whimper and moan softly in pleasure as they await their next fuck session."

Eventually, you manage to slip away unnoticed, making a beeline for a nearby computer terminal filled with classified data. With practiced ease, you bypass security measures and download the information you need before deleting any traces of your presence. "Satisfied, you make your way out of the stronghold, cautiously making your way back to freedom."

As you slip away from the stronghold and into the safety of the woods, you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched. You quickly pick up your pace, weaving through the trees with practiced ease. Despite your cautiousness, a sudden rustling in the bushes catches your attention, and you freeze on the spot, heart racing. "You listen closely, ears straining for any signs of pursuit."

The rustling in the bushes seems to have stopped as abruptly as it started, leaving you hanging in a tense silence. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart as you scan the area for any signs of movement. Just as you begin to relax slightly, a low chuckle echoes through the woods, sending a shiver down your spine. "You look around desperately, but can't seem to pinpoint the source of the sound."

There's a short pause before the chuckling continues, sounding decidedly closer now. "Oh, darling," a deep voice purrs from the shadows, sending a chill down your spine. "I'd be more than happy to help you out of those woods... if that's what you want." "Slowly, a figure emerges from the darkness, his massive cock clearly visible through his pants."

"But first," he continues, stepping closer, "let me make sure that you're not some sort of clever trap set by those scheming bitches back at the stronghold." "He reaches out a hand, his fingers brushing against your cheek as he inspects you thoroughly."

As the Dominant continues to inspect you, his fingers tracing slowly down your neck and over your breasts, you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. You try to remain as still as possible, praying that he doesn't notice your deception. "His eyes glint with interest as he notices your stiff nipples, reaching out to pinch them gently."

"You're not one of mine, are you?" he asks, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Or are you just anxious to get back to your Master?" "He leans closer, his massive cock pressing against your thigh as he speaks."

For a moment, you think he might have called your bluff, but instead he lets out a low whistle, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Not owned yet, huh?" "He steps closer, his massive cock rubbing against your leg."

"Well," he says, reaching out to cup your chin in his hand, forcing you to look up at him, "I think it's time someone took responsibility for such a lovely piece of ass." "His thumb brushes across your lips as he speaks, sending shivers down your spine."

"Ah, such a beautiful prisoner," the Dominant coos, as if reading your thoughts. "And so frightened too." "His thumb lingers on your lips for a moment longer before he slowly pulls away."

"Relax, darling," he says soothingly, his voice like velvet. "I don't intend to take you back in chains. Not when I could have you begging for mercy right here and now." "He gives a low chuckle, running his hand down your body in a way that makes your skin crawl with desire."

The Dominant lets out a low, predatory chuckle, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Ah, the truth at last," he says, moving closer, his massive cock pressing against your thighs, making it impossible for you to ignore.

"You think begging might get you anywhere, darling?" "He moves even closer, so that his lips brush against your ear as he speaks." "Or perhaps... surrender might be more rewarding?"

The Dominant looks at you with amusement, his eyes twinkling like stars. "Oh, darling," he says softly, "you couldn't escape me if you tried." "He moves closer, the massive length of his cock brushing against your thigh."

"I could have you begging for mercy in no time," he continues, giving you a slow, predator's smile. "Or maybe I could show you just how much easier life could be if you decided to accept your place as my property?"

The Dominant pauses, considering you for a moment. His eyes seem to read your soul, taking in every spark of defiance and desire that flickers within. "I like the sound of that," he finally says, giving you a slow, seductive grin.

"What do you propose, darling?" he asks softly, his voice low and hypnotic. "After all, I've never been one to turn down a good deal."

The Dominant's eyes gleam with triumph, a knowing smile slowly spreading across his lips. "I like this game," he says softly, the rumble of his voice sending shivers down your spine.

"Very well," he agrees, extending a large, strong hand to you. "We have a deal, darling." "He takes a step back, offering you his hand with a seductive smile."

"But be warned," he adds, leaning in close again, his voice low and dangerous. "There's no way you'll survive being here without wanting more than just a taste of this life."

The Dominant chuckles, a deep and seductive sound that seems to envelop you like a warm, velvety embrace. "Of course, darling," he says softly, never taking his eyes off you.

"I'll try to contain myself, but I can't promise anything," he warns, still smiling that slow, predator's grin. "After all, it's difficult to resist the scent of your submission." "He steps back, offering you his arm with an arrogant grace."

"Shall we begin our little tour?"

As you walk beside him, his arm strong and unyielding beneath your hand, you can't help but feel a strange sense of... security. There's something comforting about having someone so powerful at your side - someone who could protect you from the world.

The Dominant notices your grasp on his arm, enjoying the feel of your fingers against his biceps. "So," he says, "Tell me about yourself, darling. What do you hope to gain from this little arrangement?"

The Dominant chuckles softly, the sound seeming to vibrate through his entire body. "You're a clever one, aren't you, darling?" he says, smiling at your defiance. "But let's not play games for too long."

"My name is Michael," he reveals, still amused by your reluctance to submit. "Now, if you insist on learning more about us, perhaps I can show you something that might interest you." "He nods towards a large building ahead."

"That's where we process new captives," he says, gesturing to the imposing structure. "Perhaps you'd like to see how we turn them into the perfect submissive slaves?"

Michael stops in his tracks, turning to face you with a serious expression. "That depends on you, darling," he says softly, looking deep into your eyes. "Do you think I could turn you into my willing slave?"

"Or would you resist me every step of the way?" he asks, his voice tinged with amusement. "I must admit, there's something rather intriguing about the idea of breaking your spirit and making you mine." "He leans closer, his gaze intense as he studies your reaction."

Michael chuckles, a warm and seductive sound that seems to echo through the base. "Ah, yes," he says with a smile. "Our little agreement. But tell me, darling... what would it take to impress you?"

"Would watching us process one of our captives into a willing slave do the trick?" he asks playfully, his gaze locked on yours. "Or perhaps seeing how we train them to be perfect fuck toys for their Dominators? We're rather skilled in creating submissive beauties, after all."

A smug grin spreads across Michael's face, the corners of his mouth lifting to reveal perfect white teeth. "Oh, so you're intrigued by our process, are you?" he says softly, his voice dripping with amusement.

"Very well," he concedes. "Follow me." "He turns on his heel and begins walking towards the large building he had pointed out earlier." "I believe you'll find this most... enlightening."

As you follow Michael into the building, your heart races in your chest. The interior is a labyrinth of rooms, each filled with captive women undergoing various stages of processing. You can't help but feel a twinge of sympathy for them as they cry out in pain and pleasure alike.

Michael leads you to a room where a young woman is strapped down to a table, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. "This is Elise," he says matter-of-factly. "She was captured just last week."

He turns towards you with a smile. "Would you like to watch how we break her spirit, Paige?" "His gaze lingers on yours, daring you to look away."

Michael's smile widens at your response, a gleam of excitement flickering in his eyes. "Excellent," he says softly. "Please, take a seat." "He motions towards a nearby chair."

As you settle into the chair, Michael begins to explain the process. "We start by conditioning her mind to accept her new role as our obedient slave. Once she understands that resistance is futile, we move on to physical training."

With each word, you can feel the power dynamic shifting between you and Michael - he has you firmly under his spell now.

Michael's eyes sparkle with a mix of amusement and satisfaction as he answers your question. "It's quite simple, really," he says smoothly, leaning closer to you. "We use a combination of mental conditioning and physical training to break their will."

He pauses for a moment, allowing the weight of his words to sink in before continuing. "We show them that they have no choice but to submit to our dominance. Once they accept this truth, they become loyal and obedient slaves who crave nothing more than the touch of their Dominators." "His voice drops to a whisper as he adds", "And believe me, Paige... there is nothing quite like it."

Michael's gaze lingers on you, drinking in your obvious interest. "Right now," he says softly, "Elise is undergoing a mental conditioning session." "He gestures towards the young woman strapped down on the table."

"She's being shown images and given suggestions designed to make her understand her new role as our slave. As she absorbs these messages, her will begins to weaken."

As he speaks, you can hear muffled sobs coming from Elise - clear evidence of the psychological toll the process is taking on her. But despite this, there's no denying the excitement in your own chest at watching it unfold before your eyes.

Michael's eyes lock onto yours, his smile widening as he takes in your reaction. "I think you're beginning to understand why we find this so... "satisfying"," he says, emphasizing the last word with a low growl.

"We take women who once believed themselves strong and independent, and break them until all they want is our touch. It's a thrill like no other." "His voice drops to a seductive purr", "And believe me, Paige... I can give you a taste of that thrill if you'd like."

Michael watches as you lean into him before pulling away anxiously, his smile never faltering. "Very well," he says smoothly, gesturing towards another room where a woman is receiving a physical training session.

"The purpose of this step is to condition her body and mind to our touch," he explains in a low voice. "She learns that pain can be pleasure when delivered by the right hand."

As you watch the scene unfold, you can't help but feel your heart rate increase slightly at the sight of the Dominators disciplining their submissive slaves with a firm hand - or rather, a firm cock. "His voice drops even lower", "Wouldn't you like to see how she reacts?"

Michael chuckles softly under his breath at your stammered response before turning towards the woman receiving her training session.

"This Dominatrix is using a variety of tools to teach our new recruit submission and obedience," he explains, gesturing towards the different devices being used on the woman. "Every strike brings them one step closer to true submissiveness."

As you watch the scene play out before you, it's impossible not to feel a thrill run through your body at the sight of these dominant males asserting their authority over submissive females. And it seems that Michael is well aware of this effect, given his wicked grin. "His voice drops even further", "You see... the more they endure, the more they beg for more."

"The process varies depending on the individual," Michael answers smoothly, watching your reactions with keen interest. "Some women take to their new roles quickly, while others require more... encouragement."

He steps closer to you, leaning in so that his words are a soft murmur against your ear. ""But" I promise you this," he continues in a seductive purr, "By the end of it all, they'll crave our touch above everything else. And it's an exhilarating feeling to see them finally surrender." "His grin widens slightly as he takes a step back", "Wouldn't you agree?"

Michael raises an eyebrow at your response before nodding towards the woman still receiving her training session. "This is just one part of the process," he explains, his voice taking on a darkly seductive tone as he watches you watch the scene unfold.

"Once they've been broken and conditioned to accept their submissive roles, then comes the real fun." "His grin widens slightly", "Introducing them to pleasurable sensations that only we can provide."

As if on cue, one of the Dominators begins fucking the female trainee with reckless abandon, plunging his massive cock deep within her willing hole again and again. Her screams fill the room as she gasps out unintelligible words - likely begging for mercy or more, depending on whom you ask.

Michael seems lost in his thoughts for a moment before snapping back to the present. His eyes gleam with excitement as he turns towards you once more, narrowing them slightly in what could be interpreted as predatory interest.

"Our cocks," he begins slowly, running his hand over his growing bulge, "are specially designed to bring our female slaves immense pleasure. They can twist and bend to conform perfectly to their tight holes." "He gazes into your eyes intently", "We give them pleasure beyond anything they ever dreamed possible - and it's all because they chose to serve us willingly."

With every word, Michael gets closer, until finally he's standing right in front of you - his face so close that you can feel his breath on your skin. ""It's a wonderful feeling"" he

murmurs softly, leaning even closer until his lips brush lightly against your ear.

"But I think you already know that," he adds in an almost mocking tone, as if reading your mind and teasing out the truth that you dare not speak aloud.

His hand lingers for a moment on your cheek before sliding down to grasp your chin firmly, tilting your head back so that you're forced to look into his piercing gaze. ""You crave it too"," he accuses with a low chuckle, "Admit it!"

There is no hostility in his voice - only raw desire tinged with a hint of power. As if sensing your hesitation, he leans in again, this time pressing their mouths together in a kiss. His tongue slides past your lips, boldly

Michael doesn't respond immediately, letting the tension build between you both. His lips curve into a sinful smile as he allows your protest to hang in the air unanswered.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of silence, he relents slightly, pulling back just enough so that you can breathe without difficulty. ""So aggressive"" he says softly, his voice filled with approval rather than reproach.

His grip on your chin loosens further, allowing you some freedom of movement even as he maintains control over the situation. ""Maybe next time,"" he murmurs seductively, ""I'll take it slower... give you more opportunity to struggle against me.""

With those words still hanging between you, he withdraws completely, stepping back far enough that you could easily break free if

Michael watches intently, his eyes never leaving the scene before us. The sight of the broken female begging for more cock seems to fuel his own desires - his growing bulge presses against his pants as he stands there, so close that I can feel the heat radiating from him.

"Do you see?" he murmurs, drawing my attention back to him with a gentle touch on my arm. ""That"," he continues, pointing towards the submissive female being fucked by the dominator, ""is what we offer our females. Pleasure beyond measure... and when they've had enough,"" he adds with a wicked grin, ""the pain.""

His hand slides down from my arm to gently cup one of my breasts through my dress, squeezing lightly before moving to the other side. "*We take care

of our females,"* he repeats, his voice low and seductive as he leans closer to my ear. ""They exist solely for our pleasure and comfort.""

His grip on my breast tightens slightly, pulling me towards him just enough so that our bodies brush together. The hard ridge of his erection presses against my hip, a constant reminder of how desperate he is for release.

With each slow, deliberate movement, he draws more attention to the fact that he could have me right here, against this cold wall. That he could make me beg for it just like the broken female being fucked by the dominator.

The thought sends shivers down my spine, making my breath catch in my throat. My legs tremble beneath me as anticipation builds within me - would it be so bad? To give