Feminist Empire 2

Author: fenghai
Word count: 8798
Helplessness under her ass. Let me swallow it without much hesitation, maybe this is my fate, to be reduced to the point where I have to eat my own sister’s stool and live.
Just when I was happy to swallow a small piece of Wang Yue’s stool. The yellow-brown feces squeezed out of the dark red hole again, and fell straight into my mouth. And because the amount is relatively large, my mouth can only accommodate the lower half, and most of it slides down to my nose. The foul-smelling poop nearly sealed my mouth and nose. In order to breathe, I can only swallow desperately. But the feces on the face gathered more and more.
Because the stool was bitten off. A suffocating stench filled my mouth and nose. My stomach couldn’t help but twitch violently. I tried to swallow some more. But it feels like I’m going to hell.
I finally pushed Wang Yue away from my face, then quickly turned around and opened the toilet, and vomited into it. . .
The strong vomiting made me wish I could vomit out my heart, liver and internal organs. I don’t know what Wang Yue is doing at this time, subconsciously it seems that she jumped away in disgust. And then watched my brother throw up from eating her shit.
Finally, after I seemed to spit out the remaining acidic water in my stomach, I lay down beside the toilet and panted loudly.
“Clean up this place yourself. I am very disappointed by your performance. If you are still like this tomorrow, I don’t rule out stuffing your head into the toilet.” Wang Yue’s coldness made me retch again.
When I almost collapsed and crawled out of the bathroom, Wang Yue and Susan seemed to be preparing to go out.
“We’re going out in a while. You clean up the house and wash the dirty clothes for us. You can eat some of the food in the kitchen. You can also prepare dinner for us. You can also watch TV when you’re bored. But when we come back, you’ll still be crawling on the ground.” Wang Yue drove away with Susan without looking at me.
I can finally stand up straight. Just now, because Wang Yue pulled the stool in my mouth, even though I washed it for a long time, there was still a foul smell in my mouth. Regardless of it, let’s solve the stomach problem first.
I ran to the kitchen and stuffed their leftover bread into my mouth first. I also drank the leftover half cup of milk.
I saw many sycamore trees through the window, but the leaves were withered and yellow. The climate at this time should be autumn. I have been wearing a pair of underwear for the past two days, and after the tossing in the bathroom just now, I can’t help but feel colder. But do they have my men’s clothes here?
into their bedroom. The quilts were still spread out on the bed in a mess. My focus was on finding clothes so I didn’t fold them for them. But when you open the wardrobe, almost all of them are women’s. Then I opened the bedside table, and there were quite a lot of stockings and underwear. And I also saw a fake yang ju with two heads. It turned out that my sister and Susan used this to satisfy their sexual desires. In the end, I couldn’t find it, so I had to find a thicker women’s pulloverput on. It finally got warmer. Considering that they will come back at night, there is no rush. Sit on the sofa and turn on the TV.
A variety show similar to entertainment appeared on TV. A beautiful hostess appeared riding a man in a suit. The man’s mouth seemed to be strangled by the hostess in stockings.
“Hello everyone. I’m your friend Jessica. Today, I will host this show for you with my slave partner Baoshan.”
The camera turns. Seven or eight women sat upright under the stage. He watched the show on stage with a smile.
“The topic we are discussing today is ‘Is it better for a slave to be docile or wild.’ Next, I will invite two viewers to participate in our discussion.” The hostess said and stood up from the man.
“I would like to invite Ms. Laura and Ms. Qian Meier to come up and share their feelings with us.” The two women came up from the stage. Then they all stretched out their feet to the man named Baoshan. The men kissed their shoes with their mouths.
The girl named Qian Baoer was even more exaggerated. She squatted down, squeezed Baoshan’s face with her hands and said.
“Wow. It’s really Big Brother Baoshan. Do you know? I used to like watching your show the most. Unexpectedly, you look better than our dog now.”
“Ah. It seems that our slave hosting Baoshan is still very popular!” Jessica said while holding the microphone. “Let’s hear what slave Baoshan has to say to his supporters.” Jessica let go of the stockings that were strangling Baoshan’s mouth.
“Thank you for remembering me.” Baoshan said to Qian Baoer with a flattering face.
“It’s so difficult that you don’t want to do something to your supporters?” Jessica was still shouting.
“Please allow me to lick your noble feet with my humble tongue to show my gratitude to you.” Baoshan knelt at Qian Baoer’s feet and touched her feet with his head.
“Okay. But my feet may be a bit smelly. Hee hee.” Qian Baoer sat on a red chair prepared for her, and took off her shoes and socks.
Baoshan, the former gold medal host, could only hold the stinky feet of the female audience and lick them one by one. The camera shot this episode very carefully.
At this time, Jessica sent the microphone to Qian Baoer without losing the opportunity.
“I want to ask our Miss Qian Baoer. How is Baoshan slave licking?”
“Very good. Really great! You know I used to watch your shows a lot. He is my idol. I am very excited to have my idol lick my feet today.” Qian Baoer covered her mouth and laughed happily.
“Okay. Let’s continue our program. Will Miss Qian Baoer speak first, or Ms. Laura first?”
“Let me go first. I think it’s better to keep the slaves tame. But sometimes it’s better to let them be a little bit wild, so we can punish him in a fair way.”
“Ms. Laura throws that at me again,” Jessica said with a smile. “Okay. Let’s meet Ms. Laura’s slave, her former husband Peter, through the big screen. Let’s see what happened between them?”
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