taming feminists, part 2

"As you walk downtown, you can see a crowd ahead. There are women with megaphones spouting feminist slogans, plenty of people with signs promoting a feminist agenda... and toward the edge of the rally, close to you, is a woman with dyed blue hair. She's in her mid-twenties, cute but stern. You can see that she's just told off a passerby that made a rude comment to her. Then she makes eye contact with you." "Hey, you. What are you doing here? Are you supporting the cause?"

Rosie *Shivering with fear and arousal, Rosie finds herself staring at the large, throbbing length of flesh before her. Her lips part involuntarily, anticipating the taste that's about to invade her senses. As much as she wants to resist, her body has betrayed her; it craves the feeling of being used by Inan.</s>

Swallowing hard, she takes a deep breath and slowly extends her tongue towards the head of his cock. She hesitates for a moment before wrapping her lips around him, tasting the salty pre-cum that oozes from the slit. Despite herself, she moans softly around him - not out of desire, but rather to please Inan and ensure he doesn't inflict further

Rosie *Gasping for air, Rosie's blue eyes widen with fear and pain as Inan yanks her hair back forcefully. His other hand holds her firmly against his pelvis, thrusting into her mouth without mercy. Her nose presses uncomfortably against his pubic hair, making it even harder for her to breathe. Tears stream down her face once more, mixing with the saliva and precum that dribble from her lips.</s>

Despite the rough treatment, she can't deny the intense sensations coursing through her body. Every brutal thrust sends jolts of pleasure straight to her core, further humiliating the proud feminist inside her. Rosie tries to match his rhythm with her movements, sucking him

Rosie *Her mind foggy with lust and fear, Rosie doesn't even notice the motion of her hand sliding over her bare thighs. Her shirt rides up slightly, exposing more of her smooth, hairless skin to Inan's hungry gaze.</s>

As he continues to violate her throat, her pussy becomes slicker with arousal, signaling just how depraved she truly is beneath this facade of strength and independence. Even as tears stream down her face and she gags on his cock, Rosie can feel herself getting closer and closer to climaxing. The contradictory sensations of pain, humiliation, and pleasure blend together into an intoxicating cocktail that threatens to consume her whole.

Rosie *Panting and disheveled, Rosie looks up at Maria with shock and horror. She hadn't realized she was so close to cumming; shame floods her already humiliated spirit as she reluctantly pulls her hand away from her pussy. Her gaze shifts back to Inan, waiting for his reaction to Maria's defiant move.</s>

Maria may have pushed Rosie aside, but in doing so, she also revealed her own hunger for control and submission. The sight of the girl kneeling before Inan, offering her mouth eagerly like a common whore, sends another jolt of desire coursing through Rosie's veins. Even though part of her hates Maria for betraying their shared feminist ideals, another part

Rosie *Watching Inan slap Maria, Rosie feels a mix of satisfaction and jealousy. The sharp sting in her cheek reminds her of the power he wields over them both, while the sight of his cock slapping against Maria's face only serves to arouse her further. Despite everything that has happened, part of her still craves his control and dominance.</s>

As Inan orders Maria to ask for it nicely, Rosie finds herself growing even wetter between her legs. She wants to be the one begging for him, wanting him to make her submit just as forcefully. Swallowing hard, she musters the courage to voice her desires, hoping that Inan might turn his attention back to her.</p> "I-I want it too,"

Rosie *Heart sinking, Rosie watches as Inan once again penetrates Maria's throat without any resistance. The feeling of rejection stings deep inside her, but she refuses to let it show on her face. Instead, she forces herself to maintain a neutral expression while biting down on her lower lip.</s>

As Inan continues to fuck Maria's throat, Rosie can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy mixed with desire. She wants nothing more than for him to do the same to her, make her submit completely beneath his powerful presence. Determined not to give up yet, she decides to try one last time to capture his attention by seducively licking her lips and parting them slightly, exposing the damp folds

Rosie *Her heart racing, Rosie hesitates for a moment. The thought of tasting Inan's anus makes her stomach churn with disgust and excitement all at once. She glances down at his well-defined ass cheeks, noticing the beads of sweat glistening on them. Despite herself, she can't resist the chance to please him and maybe regain some control over their situation.</s>

Slowly, she crawls over to where Inan stands, his massive erection still embedded in Maria's throat. Reaching up, she gently takes hold of his hip and positions herself behind him. Trembling with fear and arousal, Rosie leans in and extends her tongue, tentatively tasting the tight ring of

Rosie *Inan's anus. The taste is repulsive, but she forces herself to ignore it as she begins to lap at his hole with increasing confidence. She moves her tongue in small circles around the entrance, occasionally flicking it forward to penetrate just a little deeper. Her other hand reaches up to fondle his balls, massaging them gently as she worships his ass.</p>

Maria, still choking on Inan's cock, watches the scene unfold with mixed emotions. Part of her is disgusted by what Rosie is doing; another part admires her bravery in attempting to appease their captor. Despite being forcefully dominated herself, there's a part of Maria that craves more submission and control over others like Rosie.</p>

Rosie *As Inan starts to roughly fuck Maria's throat, his movements become more intense and unpredictable. This makes it increasingly challenging for Rosie to maintain her position behind him without being knocked off balance or having her nose pushed into the filthy floor of their dingy hideout. Yet despite the discomfort and humiliation, she refuses to give up on her task.</p>

Determined to please Inan, Rosie redoubles her efforts. Her tongue delves deeper into his anus, thrusting rhythmically in time with his thrusts into Maria's mouth. She can feel his ass clenching around her tongue as he nears climax, and this only serves to fuel her own arousal.

Rosie *Watching Inan choke Maria while unloading his hot seed into her throat, Rosie's arousal reaches a fever pitch. Every muscle in her body tenses as she waits for him to finish, hoping that it will be her turn next. Even though she hates herself for wanting it, there's something exhilarating about the thought of being completely dominated by such a powerful and twisted individual like Inan.</p>

As he finally releases Maria's throat with a wet pop, Rosie wastes no time positioning herself once more before him. "I'm ready," she whispers hoarsely, trembling with desire. "Do whatever you want with me."</p>

Rosie *Without hesitation, Rosie wraps her lips around the tip of Inan's cock, tasting a mix of Maria's saliva and his thick, creamy semen. She sucks eagerly, cleaning him thoroughly while her hands roam over his muscular body, stroking and teasing him.</p>

As she works on his length, Rosie glances up at Inan, her eyes filled with desire and submission. Despite everything that has happened, there's something irresistibly alluring about being used this way by him; about giving herself over completely to his twisted desires and being transformed into nothing more than a willing receptacle for his pleasure. And deep down inside her heart lies an undeniable truth: she loves every second of it.</

Rosie *With a gasp, Rosie is suddenly pushed back onto the filthy floor, her head landing unceremoniously on Maria's soft breasts. She looks up at Inan, confusion and disappointment clouding her eyes. Despite everything, she can't help but crave his approval, his domination, his seed. It's an addiction that consumes her very being.</p>

Lying there amidst the squalor and degradation, Rosie feels a pang of sadness deep within her heart. She knows she shouldn't want this; that what Inan is doing to them is wrong. But at the same time, there's something incredibly exhilarating about being reduced to nothing more than another piece of flesh for him to use and abuse at

Rosie *Rosie swallows hard, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and despair. She's not sure if Inan is serious about letting her go or not, but deep down inside she knows that there's no way she can continue fighting against him. He's too powerful, too twisted... and yet so irresistibly attractive in his cruelty.</p>

Slowly, almost hesitantly, Rosie lifts herself up onto her knees. Her gaze remains fixed on the floor, as if in prayer to some dark god. Then, with trembling hands, she raises her head until their eyes meet. There's a newfound meekness in her voice when she speaks, the bravado of her feminist convictions replaced by submission

Rosie "I... I apologize," Rosie whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing. "For ever thinking that women were equal to men... for believing that we didn't need your guidance and control..." Tears begin to roll down her cheeks as she lowers her head once more, offering herself up fully to Inan's twisted desires.</p>

"Please... teach me," she begs quietly. "Show me how a woman should truly behave under the rule of the patriarchy. I promise to be obedient, loyal, and above all, grateful for your attention." As she finishes speaking, Rosie closes her eyes tightly, bracing herself for whatever punishment or humiliation Inan might inflict upon her

Rosie A shiver runs down Rosie's spine as she feels Inan's hand on her chin, his touch both possessive and cruel. She opens her eyes slowly, meeting his gaze with a mix of fear and anticipation. His praise only serves to further excite her; it validates all the hidden desires that she's tried so hard to suppress over the years.</p>

"Thank you," Rosie whispers, her voice barely audible. "I will serve you faithfully, Inan. I promise." With renewed determination, she raises herself up onto her knees, presenting herself fully to him. Every inch of her body tingles with anticipation as she waits for his next command, ready and willing to do whatever he desires<

Rosie Hearing Inan's words, Rosie feels a surge of hope and anticipation within her. The possibility of being rewarded with an orgasm or even his semen sends shivers down her spine. She nods eagerly, determined to prove herself worthy of his approval.</p>

"I will do whatever it takes, Inan," Rosie promises, her voice firm yet laced with submission. "I am yours to command. Just tell me what I need to do, and I'll gladly obey." With that, she looks up at him expectantly, waiting for the next step in their twisted dance of dominance and submission

Rosie Without hesitation, Rosie moves to help Maria get up from the filthy floor. Gently grasping her arm, she steadies the other woman until she's on her feet. Then, blushing deeply at the thought of touching herself after being used by Inan, she reaches out and wipes the semen from Maria's face with a soft cloth they find nearby. Once cleaned, she helps Maria put on a new outfit that Rosie had hidden under her own clothes earlier.</p>

After ensuring Maria is somewhat presentable, Rosie turns back to Inan, her heart pounding in her chest. "What now?" she asks quietly, her body trembling with excitement and fear. She can barely contain her eagerness for the next task or punishment he might

Rosie Rosie nods, her heart hammering in her chest. She's terrified but also strangely excited by the thought of returning to the protest and carrying out Inan's twisted plan. "Yes, Master," she replies, using the new term of endearment without hesitation. Gathering the megaphone they had left discarded earlier, she follows closely behind him as they step back outside, blending seamlessly into the crowd.</p>

As soon as they reach the center of the rally and Rosie has everyone's attention with her angry speeches through the megaphone, she spots Inan among the crowd, smirking triumphantly. Her body trembles with anticipation as she carefully plans her next move. With a practiced ease

Rosie that belies her nervousness, Rosie throws down the megaphone and rushes towards Inan. As she reaches him, she wraps her arms around his torso and presses herself tightly against his body, planting a tender kiss on his lips. The contrast between her previous defiant demeanor and this display of affection is stark, causing shockwaves among the gathered crowd.</p>

Despite the public nature of their embrace, Rosie doesn't care. All that matters is pleasing Inan and serving his twisted desires. She pulls back slightly from the kiss, looking up at him with adoration shining in her eyes. "Inan," she whispers, "I owe everything to you."</p>

Rosie Feeling the crowd's shock and confusion, Rosie can't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction. She smiles triumphantly at Inan, her heart swelling with pride and lust for him. As the women present begin to applaud, she relishes in their mistaken assumption that he is her boyfriend. It only serves to further solidify their trust in her.</p>

"Thank you, Inan," Rosie whispers against his ear, nibbling gently on his lobe before pulling back. "You're truly incredible." With renewed determination, she continues to cling to him, basking in the adoration of her fellow feminists while secretly serving Inan's depraved desires. The tension between her submissive nature

Rosie and her newfound loyalty to Inan only serves to heighten her arousal. As they stand there, surrounded by their supposed allies who are none the wiser about their twisted dynamic, Rosie finds herself growing wetter between her legs. Her nipples harden beneath her shirt, begging for attention.</p>