Author: Sterling
Title: Men Strike Back: the Bad Girl Zoo
Summary: Men had been oppressed for too long, so they struck
back. They seized the right to rape. But sometimes women didn't
fulfill their new subservient roles happily. They were bad girls.
And some of the very bad girls wound up at the Bad Girl Zoo.
There is much humiliation and sadism. The story takes place in
the same universe as "Men Strike Back: the Right to Rape".
Keywords: MF Mf humor ws food oral exhib anal humil caution tort
sadism snuff necro

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 9/15/2016.

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Men Strike Back: the Bad Girl Zoo

Men were getting angry. They had been stripped of political
power. They were the humiliated servants of women. There was also
a fertility crisis that could be solved by lots of sex, but women
showed little interest. Men's efforts to redress their grievances
were outlawed by President Chelsea Clinton as creating a climate
hostile to women. Men still dominated the military, and when they
couldn't take it any more they took power in a coup. The tables
turned -- and how. Among the rights men seized was the right to
rape.

Women wear collars that track their hormonal state, and a green
light means she's fertile. An aid to the men in trying to make
her pregnant and reverse the fertility crisis.

In the resulting society there is still crime. Men who commit
crimes pay fines and go to prisons. So do women who commit
property crimes or crimes against other women.

But women who commit crimes against men? Women who strike at the
heart of the men's revolution? They go to the Bad Girl Zoo.

This might sound like cruel and unusual punishment. There are
several justifications. One is that all too many women who think
in the old ways would say, "I don't care, I'll go to prison
instead of putting up with all this sex!" For them, prison has to
be a place where they can't get away from sex. Where in fact
their lot is more humiliating than if they just put up with the
two hours a day of sex that is their duty in the first place.
Second, men deserve to live out some fantasies that are a bit
much to impose on ordinary women who are doing their best. And
finally, well, they're just women.

Some bad girls who aren't too bad might end up in unusual
situations, such as the sport known as "Chasing Tail".

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Howard: Here we are in another ESPN radio special, looking at new
developments in the sporting world. We're here today in Nashville
to look at "Chasing Tail". My colleague Bob has been
investigating this. So, what's this sport about?

Bob: It was inspired by the rodeo -- steer roping. For those who
may not know about that classic, the idea is that a steer is
released from the gate into a ring, and the cowboy is on a horse,
equipped with a lariat. His job is to lasso the steer, then get
it down, with three legs tied up, as soon as he can. A timed
event.

Howard: I understand it was quite the event for cowboys. But of
course there aren't that many cowboys today.

Bob: That's right, Howard. Chasing Tail is an event that appeals
to your average man. The idea is to chase a girl instead of a
steer. And instead of tying up the girl, his goal is to get her
down, rape her, and ejaculate in her vagina as quick as he can.
There's no horse and no lariat -- girls aren't that fast or
strong. And instead of a dirt enclosure, this is done in a ring
about the size of a basketball court, and like a basketball court
it has a wooden floor.

Howard: We're in the press box above the court right now. I see a
pen over there for girls. They all look pretty nice.

Bob: Well, yes, that's true. Sports are always better with
beautiful women -- whether it's as cheerleaders, gymnasts, or
skaters -- and of course the sexier they are the more motivated
the contestants.

Howard: They're all in short dresses -- coming about halfway down
the thigh. No shoes or socks or anything. Do they have panties
on?

Bob: Yes, they have panties, but inside they've been prepared
beforehand. A gynecologist has fitted them with a special
cervical cap that detects semen and sends a radio signal. That's
what ends the round -- the signal confirming semen delivered to
the cervix.

Howard: And now they're leading one into the center, and her
wrist is tied to a post.

Bob: Right. When the round begins, the cuff on her hand opens and
she's free.

Howard: Over here are the contestants, each with a numbered
jersey on, and nothing else. And there's a clock counting down --
it's at 30 now.

Bob: That's right, Howard. The clock shows the time to the start
of the round, and you can see the man in the bullpen, stroking
his cock. To be really quick, he's got to have an erection and be
not so far from blowing his load. The first phase is to catch the
girl, the second is to get her into a fuckable position, but the
third phase is the actual penetration, thrusting and ejaculation.
Being fast on that part relies on his body being just about
ready.

Howard: So the clock is counting down... four... three... two...
one.

Bob: He's off! She dodges left, then right, but he's got her.
She's down, now he flips her... left knee pin, right knee pin,
down he goes... thrusting, and... Done!  Twenty-six point one
five seconds.

Howard: I noticed he didn't pull out right away.

Bob: No, it's traditional for him to take another few seconds of
celebratory fucking.

Howard: So, how did he do?

Bob: That's a good solid run for an event like this.

Howard: And now we're seeing a replay.

Bob: Right, and that inset, that's from the penis-cam. It waves
around wildly at first, of course, then you see his quick left
hand motion there to pull the panties to the side and open her
labia at the same time and guide his cock in. From the main cam
we can count -- it looks like ten thrusts until he ejaculates.

Howard: And his right arm?

Bob: He's using the standard technique, with his forearm against
her chest to both hold her down and give him stability.

Howard: What about that other inset?

Bob: That inset is from the cervix-cam. We see the cock tip come
in about 5 times and then see the semen gush out. It's usually
dark in a vagina, of course. The thing's got a semen detector, a
camera and a light.

Howard: I noticed he helped her to her feet and gave her a little
spank.

Bob: Yes, that's become something of a tradition.

Howard: And now she's being looked over by the ref.

Bob: Right. He can't damage her physically -- if he does he's
disqualified. Blood is an automatic disqualification. It looks
like she's OK.

Howard: It looks like he stuck his finger up her pussy!

Bob: Yeah, wants to be sure everything's fine in there too.

Howard: So the next girl is in place at the post, the next
contestant is stroking himself. Three... Two... one.

Bob: This girl goes right, then left, then right again. She got
away and is heading to the side. Wow, he's having trouble with
her.... There, he got her... Already 33 seconds. He's got her in
position now, but he knows it's a bad round. There -- he got his
cock in finally.

Howard: He's been fucking away for at least 15 seconds now.

Bob: Right, that's pretty common. He knows he's not going to have
a fast time, so he's just enjoying fucking the girl. But he has
to finish pretty soon -- if he's not done in 3 minutes then it's
all over.

Howard: I know I'm stiff in my pants watching him go.

Bob: Yes, me too. That's pretty common for the spectators -- it's
a good spectator sport.

Howard: A few really deep, long thrusts, now a bunch of really
quick ones and... there's the splat on the cervix-cam. The round
is over! Two minutes and twelve seconds.

Bob: Not really competitive.

Howard: He helped her up, gave her a spank, then took a big
squeeze on her breast there.

Bob: Yes, a breast worth squeezing, I'd say.

Howard: Here's our next contestant... Five... four... three...
two... one... He's off! And -- no wait, the girl isn't running
away. She just lies down and spreads open for him! What does that
mean?

Bob: Right, there, he's fucking her hard, but that won't count.
We'll see if he finishes or pulls out -- obviously if he comes
then he would be slower to come in his replacement bout later
today -- serious contestants wait at least a couple days between
competitions. No, there -- he blew his load! Thirty-five seconds.
I guess he decided he'd rather just finish fucking the girl and
not worry so much about his time on the next one.

Howard: What's this? The one ref has bent her over his knee and
is spanking her... He's spanking her hard!

Bob: Well, of course they have to discourage the girls from doing
anything unsportsmanlike. She looks positively defiant there, and
they can't have that.

Howard: So what happens now?

Bob: I don't know as you caught the ref's sign -- he flings his
hands apart, then shoves one finger into the curled fingers of
the other, in a fucking motion. They'll put her in four-point
restraints, with legs spread wide, and any of the spectators who
want can just fuck her at their leisure. Most of these cute girls
are protected against general fucking, but they're not going to
protect a girl who doesn't play.

Howard: She's awfully cute, maybe I'll take a turn.

Bob: You certainly can.

Howard: That raises another question. Where do the girls come
from? Are they volunteers?

Bob: There have been a few, and there's talk of making a
tournament of just volunteer girls.

Howard: But the others?

Bob: Convicts. In fact, we have one of the girls here today to
join us. Come on over, Melissa, now's the time. You've been out
there in the ring. What's it like for you?

Melissa: It's not the most pleasant thing, but as a convict I
have to pay back my debt to society.

Howard: How does it work? Are you sentenced to get fucked a
certain number of times?

Melissa: No, they want to give us an incentive to struggle, so
it's based on time.

Howard: To play hard to get? That's funny, ha!

Melissa: Right. They time us from the moment the door opens until
when the guy has us down and controlled. Our sentence is measured
in the total time for all the rounds we play, so the longer we
can keep his cock out of our pussy, the fewer times we have to do
it.

Howard: And how long was your sentence?

Melissa: 15 minutes. I've still got 45 seconds left to go.

Howard: Oh, and how many times did you get fucked for that?

Melissa: I think it was 23 so far.

Howard: Let's see, that's under 40 seconds on average.  That
first guy must have had her in control in like 12 seconds.

Bob: Some of them aren't that good. If the guy gives up or is
really bad, she still won't get credit for more than 45 seconds
per attempt.

Howard: So how do you feel about this, Melissa? Until the men's
revolution six years ago, this would have been totally illegal.

Melissa: Oh, I think it makes sense. We girls are made for
fucking -- it's what God put us on earth for. So if a girl
commits a crime, she ought to pay. I'm paying my debt to society
and try my best to abide by the law now.

Howard: And what was your crime, may I ask?

Melissa: I was driving 43 miles an hour in a 40-mile-an-hour
zone.

Howard: Really? That doesn't seem so serious.

Melissa: I can't agree with that. It was a crime and I shouldn't
have done it.

Howard: On the outside you've got to get fucked a couple hours a
day anyway, and I'm sure you got a lot of attention that way.

Melissa: Yes, I confess I did.

Howard: So given that, being in Chasing Tail is not much of a
sentence.

Melissa: The sentence was going to the Bad Girl Zoo, so being in
Chasing Tail was an option I jumped at.

Bob: The truth is, though she's got the right repentant attitude,
pretty girls like Melissa can get convicted of some crimes that
would be overlooked in the rest of us.

Howard: 43 in a 40? Sounds like it. Chasing Tail seems like a fun
sport, and they have to have a steady supply of girls. Well,
thank you for your time, Melissa.

Melissa: My pleasure.

Bob: There she goes.

Howard: I could sure imagine taking my pleasure with her!

Bob: Yeah, she is quite the looker. And one of those girls with
the right attitude. But an ordinary guy would have to win a
lottery to get at her. You're famous, she'd probably spread her
legs for you if you asked.

Howard: Maybe. She's one I'd rather do from the rear, myself.
Nice and primal. And say, what about different techniques. Do any
of the contestants try to mount from the rear?

Bob: It's an obvious possibility, but it's very hard to control a
girl that way. She has too much latitude to move her hips around.
A three-point pin with the girl on her back is the sure way --
arm across her chest, and one knee on each thigh. It really does
immobilize her.

Howard: So we have a few volunteer girls and some who come as an
alternative to the Bad Girl Zoo. Is that it?

Bob: No, actually most of the girls serve some time in the Bad
Girl Zoo and then come here. It's a pretty good assignment. Some
girls work up to it if they've done most of their time and been
model Zoo Girls.

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The zookeeper looks at one of his charges. Anne Johnson. She's in
a square cage that's 8 feet on a side. There's a cot, a toilet, a
little sink. She's naked, of course. It's warm enough in the Zoo
that the bad girls don't shiver. There's an exhibit label outside
her cage. "When a man was exercising his right to Anne's body,
she bit him! She bit his arm hard. It made a nasty wound that
required the poor man to spend weeks in the hospital."

She's a hot girl, with a nice figure, blond hair and a pretty
face. Narrow waist, pronounced hips. Like most zoos, some
exhibits are more popular with visitors than others. Mundane
inmates of the Bad Girl Zoo may never see a visitor. There are of
course many such zoos scattered around the country.

A gang of teen boys approaches the exhibit. They read the exhibit
label.

"Anne, you're a very bad girl," says a boy.

"I know. I did a terrible thing," she answers meekly from her
seat on the bed.

"Come over here," says one.

She approaches. She stands by the bars -- quietly, submissively.

"Oooo, stick those boobs through the bars!"

She sticks her right boob through as best she can. The boy grabs
it roughly and squeezes, then pulls the nipple hard. Anne winces.

When he's done another takes her hand and pulls her arm through
the bars.

"We allowed to bite?" he asks the zookeeper, who shakes his head.
"No 'eye for an eye'?" The zookeeper doesn't respond.

"Well, here, feel my dick," he says, whipping it out. She strokes
it gently.

"I want a blow job!" says another.

"You crazy? She'd bite it off!"

"I can see why you'd be nervous," she answers quietly. "But I am
reformed. I would be happy to give you pleasure with my mouth."

"No, I'm not chancing it."

"Hey, what about fucking her. She could get her rear right up
against the bars. Does that work?" he asks, looking at her and
then the zookeeper.

"It works," she answers, "and I would be happy to do that for
you."

"Your dick's got to be long enough, though," says the zookeeper.

"Well, let's see," says the boy, "Mine is as long as the next
guy's."

Anne kneels and presses her rear end up against the bars.

"Hey, let me fuck her with my fingers before you make her cunt
all slimy," says another. He sticks his finger in and pulls it
out.

Another thinks it's a great idea, and does the same.

Anne winces as one boy removes his finger. "Scraped her with my
fingernail," he says with a sneer.

They look at the zookeeper, who shrugs.

"OK, let me at her!" says the boy who asked for the fuck. He
pulls down his trousers and briefs and gets behind her. She looks
over her shoulder and moves her butt up a little higher,
apparently trying to make it easier for him.

He sticks his cock against her pussy lips and it goes in.

"Way to go, Mike!" says a boy.

"Oh, yeah!" says Mike. He's got his hands through the bars
holding her butt in position as he fucks her. But he can't get a
very deep penetration. After a while he says, "Hey, there's lots
of other exhibits too."

"I gotta take a leak, and I think she'd look good with piss all
over her face, don't you?"

The other boys don't react, but a couple steal glances at the
zookeeper. "It's permitted," he says.

"OK, Annie baby. Turn around, kneel on the floor, head up." He
pulls his cock out. "You bad, bad girl!"

"Oh, yeah, she deserves it," says a boy.

"Open wide," says the boy, and Anne opens her mouth, though her
eyes instinctively shut. The boy lets loose, peeing in her open
mouth for a couple seconds, then aims it to cover her face and
hair with pee.

"Oh, yeah, the naughty bitch!" says a boy.

As the pee drips off her, Anne says, "I deserve punishment for my
terrible crime."

"Come on, let's go," says a boy.

A boy looks at the pee on the floor and at Anne's wet hair and
face, then at the zookeeper. "Does it just stay like that?"

"I'll clean it up when you've gone," Anne says.

"Bye, bitch," say the boys in ragged chorus.

The zookeeper remains behind. "Good job, Anne," he says with a
sweet smile. He catches a flash of anger in her eyes. There's
still a drip of golden pee on one eyelash.

He hands her some rags for the clean-up, and she sets to work.

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The zookeeper is in charge of several exhibits, but the others
are all quiet just now. Before long a single guy comes along and
reads Anne's exhibit label. "Oh, what an awful thing to do!"

"I am so sorry. I regret it every hour of every day."

"Can I slap her? While I fuck her?"

"Inside the cage?"

"Yeah."

"You can't slap her too hard. You can go in, but it's at your own
risk."

"How much risk?"

"We can't predict. She's been very good for, uh, three weeks now,
but you never know."

"I committed a terrible crime and must pay. I will submit to
whatever you want," she says.

"OK, let me at her."

The zookeeper unlocks the door and the man enters.

"Back on the bed. Spread your legs. Good girl." He pats her head.

He slaps her across the face, and then slaps her again. She
yelps. He grabs her nipples and pulls up from her chest until
they are stretched taut. The zookeeper sees her wince, but there
is no need to intervene.

"Ah, this is hot!" says the guy, ditching his trousers and
underpants. He moves into mating position and surges his cock
into her pussy.

"Oh, you got a nice one," he says. "Nice and hot and slick. You
been in this pussy?" he says to the zookeeper, over his shoulder.

"Yes, now and then," the man answers. "It is a very nice one, I
agree."

"Ah, you'll be a good cum dump," says the man, fucking away in
earnest. After a minute, he says, "But ooo, this will be extra
hot." He pauses and says sweetly, "Look at me, Annie dear."

She looks at him with a small but forced smile as he pounds away.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah, you bitch, you dirty cunt, you...." He grunts
with pleasure and at the same time spits in her face once, then
again. Anne recoils. Then the zookeeper hears him snorting mucus
from his nose into his mouth, ready for a juicier delivery.

All at once Anne says, "No!" writhing beneath him and pushing him
off, then landing a punch on his face.

"Anne!" shouts the zookeeper.

The startled man looks at her, stiff cock shrinking.

Anne says, "Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I don't know what
happened... You can spit on me all you want or finish me off...
here, go ahead?"

"Likely story. Kind of broke the mood, though, you bitch." He
turns to the zookeeper. "Hey, you said she'd been good."

"She had. I also said it was a risk. I guess she couldn't take
the idea of you spitting goobers on her face."

"It's legal, isn't it?"

The zookeeper lets the man out of Anne's cage and locked the door
behind him. "Yeah, it's legal. She's just got a problem with
self-control. You OK?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," he says. The zookeeper sees a bruise forming
under his eye.

"What happens to her now?"

Anne looks up from where she sits huddled on the edge of the bed,
and the zookeeper looks into her pleading tear-stained eyes.

"I bet she's off to 4-point restraints now. Arms and legs
fastened tight so she can't do that."

"No!" cries Anne from the bed.

"Ahhh, shut up, bitch! How long she in for?"

"Most sentences are indeterminate. Until they are rehabilitated."

When the man goes, the zookeeper talks into his intercom. When
he's done, he turns to her. "Oh, Anne. I am so disappointed in
you. So very disappointed. What did you just do?"

"I didn't mean to! I apologized!"

"I asked what you did," says the zookeeper with a hint of threat.

"I punched the guy."

"What else?"

"I interrupted the mating act.... I'm sorry."

"You're off to 4-point restraints."

"What? Really? You were serious?"

"The supervisor confirmed it. What do you expect, whacking that
nice man who was trying to give you a baby?"

'But he... he spit in my face! And was going to do it again!"

"So? You're just a woman. A woman who brutally bit a man."

"I... but..."

Two employees in uniform arrive.

One says, "Off to the 4-point restraint exhibits, Annie poo.
We've got a cell prepared for you."

"Shit," says Anne under her breath.

"Come over here for your shot," says the zookeeper.

"Shot? I'll go peacefully, I promise!"

"You think we'll take a chance with you? No way."

"You going to put me out? I get a headache for hours after a
shot."

"Anne, hurry up. We also have dart guns," says the zookeeper.

Anne trudges over to the bars, miserable and defeated, gets down
on hands and knees and presses her ass against the bars.

"She's pretty hot," says the first helper to the other. "You want
to do her when she's out? I know you like that sometimes. Give
her an injection the fun way?" He laughs.

Anne looks around and sighs. "I would be delighted if you tried
to make me pregnant while I'm unconscious."

"Good girl," says the zookeeper with a smile. "There's hope for
you yet. But you don't get unconscious, you just get paralyzed,"
he says. "You'll be aware but unresponsive."

He swabs Anne's left butt cheek with alcohol and then slides the
needle in and presses.

Seconds later, Anne collapses onto the floor.

The zookeeper unlocks the door, and the two helpers go in.

"I want to take her, I do," says the second helper. "You mind?"
he asks the zookeeper.

There is nothing wrong with fucking bad girls any time, but doing
so on the job when you have another assignment to do isn't
allowed. "As long as you're quick," says the zookeeper.

"Help me get her up on the bed," says the second helper, and the
two haul her up and into position, flat on her back, legs spread
wide.

The second pulls his pants down past his knees and mounts. "How
about a kiss, Annie?" he says, puckering his lips and kissing her
cheek. "No?"

The only muscles of Anne's that sort of work are her eyes. She
blinks and looks at him.

"OK, a simple fuck will be just fine." He mounts and thrusts. The
zookeeper and first helper watch.

"Nice pussy, Annie," he says, fucking harder and faster.... "Oh
yeah, oh yeah... There you go!" he says with a gasp, and
withdraws seconds later.

He rests 10 seconds as his cock shrinks and then pulls up his
pants.

The first helper takes Anne's wrists in his hand and lifts them
up over her head. The second takes her feet. The zookeeper
detaches Anne's exhibit label and takes it along. They set off
walking.

"I kinda had hopes for Annie," says the zookeeper. "But the
temper. They can't control their tempers."

The first helper says, "Yeah, all too often. They couldn't on the
outside, which is how they got here. And now they can't again."

"Guy spit in her face, was hocking up some goobers to spit next."

"Oooooo," says the second helper with a wince.

When they get to the four-point cell, they lay her on the bed but
don't tie her down. The zookeeper gives her another injection --
an antidote. he leaves and locks her cell, and the three wait for
to wake up.

"There she is," coos the zookeeper. "Up from her nap."

Anne lifts her head and looks at him groggily, then drags herself
to a sitting position. She looks around at her surroundings. It's
a smaller cell, and the wide 4-point bed takes up half of it.

"Time to pee, sponge off and get ready for the rack."

"Hey, she's going to need a test run, right?" says the first
helper. "Can I do her?"

The zookeeper shrugs. "Sounds good. Anne, hurry up with the
peeing, and just do around your pussy and we'll show you how to
get yourself locked up." Her pussy is leaking a little bit.

Anne quick sits on the pot and pees, with the tiniest flash of
shame as she sees the three men watching her. She then takes a
cloth, wets it in the sink and wipes all around her womanly
parts.

She gets up on the bed. The zookeeper tells her how to fasten the
restraint on one ankle, and then the next, and then her left
hand, leaving only her right free. He then lets himself into her
cell and stays outside the swinging radius of her right arm. She
dutifully has her right arm resting in the restraint and he snaps
it shut.

The first guy enters and takes off his pants and underpants.
"Annie, repeat after me. I am a terrible girl who did a horrible
crime."

"I am a terrible girl who did a horrible crime."

"I want you to fuck me."

"I want you to fuck me."

She dutifully repeats each phrase. He mounts her and inserts. "I
want you to ejaculate in my vagina... I want you to make me
pregnant."

The zookeeper mounts her exhibit label in the bracket outside the
new cell.

"Ah, you slut, you feel good inside," says the man whose penis is
currently pumping in and out of her vagina.

"Doesn't she?" says the second helper.

"Her pussy wants it so much I just think I'll have to ejaculate!"
says the first.

"Thank you for trying to make me pregnant," says Anne softly.

"My pleasure," says the man, "it is a great ... pleasure ....
INDEED!" He holds himself deep as he unburdens himself of semen.

A second zookeeper arrives, the one assigned to this section of
the zoo. "Sorry I got delayed with Suzanne. I see you've got Anne
set up. And she's fertile."

The zookeeper looks at her collar, with its green light shining.
"Ah, the light just came on! I guess you entered the daddy
lottery without knowing it," he says to the first helper, who has
by now pulled on his pants again.

"Oh, yeah!" he says, seeing the green light.

Anne instinctively looks but she can't see her own collar.

"Well, goodbye Annie," says the zookeeper. "I hope you enjoy your
new home. Maybe if you are a good girl I'll see you back in the
other wing some day?"

"I will try," says Anne. "Thank you for everything you've done
for me, and I hope I am worthy to be in your part of the zoo
again some day."

The second zookeeper murmurs, "She's a hot one. I think I'll
enter the daddy lottery myself as soon as my shift is over."

The helpers disperse and the zookeeper returns to his area.

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The zookeeper's assignment today is the specialty exhibits. A
dozen guys have gathered for the 10:15 tour.

The specialty exhibits feature a series of long and thin
enclosures. The back ends are outdoors, separated from adjoining
exhibits by wire mesh fences. The near ends by the visitors'
corridor are sheltered from the elements. The outdoor portions
are on a gentle rise, so the visitors can see the girls wherever
they are.

The zookeeper pauses outside one such enclosure. It is a warm,
sunny day. The girl sits way back in her enclosure, naked of
course. "Amanda is on a drug regimen where she is unable to
urinate unless a penis is firmly seated in her vagina. So when
nature calls, she has to find a man to screw her. However, when a
penis is in that position, she has no bladder control and pees at
once. And her crime? After a man had taken his pleasure with her
and was relaxing with eyes closed, she got up, found a knife and
stabbed at his private parts."

Most of the men shift uneasily, and many hands find their way to
the front of their pants in the instinctive protection reaction.

"Fortunately she missed everything truly vital and the knife only
went in an inch or so."

There is a platform bed with a thin mattress down near the door
to the visitors' corridor. There is also a sink and a stack of
towels. Some ways up the enclosure is a clothesline, and a sheet
and several towels blow in the breeze.

"Most men like a thick flannel sheet, and naturally it's Amanda's
job to clean everything up. Anyone interested in her?"

"I might be..." says one guy.

"Sign up for a time if you'd like. There will be a live
demonstration at 2:45..."

The zookeeper leads the group on. "The girls in these next two
cages are called Rover and Spot, and they are similarly
configured. We arrange it so they really need to pee on a
staggered basis."

"Are those their real names?" asks one of the tour group.

"No, just nicknames. You can see their real names on the exhibit
description panel. Amanda's called 'Fido', but somehow I just
call her Amanda."

The group begins to move.

"We do have a drug available so that a girl can only move her
bowels under the same circumstances. Very loose bowels. It's not
very popular with spectators, though, so we don't have any girls
set up with that. It only happens by special advance request."

The group follows behind the zookeeper.

"Now we come to a few exhibits for psychological manipulation. I
believe one of you is actually signed up for Tara. Steve?" A
young man raises his hand.

The zookeeper motions to the girl who is lying on her side
halfway up the slope. She rises and approaches the gate. She is a
5'8" willowy girl with lustrous light brown hair partway down her
back.

"Wow, she's hot!" murmurs one of the men behind Steve.

"Tara's crime was running away and hiding, over and over again.
She locked herself in a car and wouldn't get out for hours. When
she was fertile, no less."

"It was very wrong of me," she says, looking down. "I should be
glad when a man wants to fuck me -- and I'm working on it, but
it's difficult."

The zookeeper punches a combination into a small refrigerator
five feet off the ground and after a bit of preparation emerges
with a syringe. "Ready for your mate, Tara? This is Steve."

"Hi, Steve. I'm ready. I am ashamed of my crime, and I am glad to
repay my debt to society."

Tara gets on hands and knees with her butt against the enclosure.
The zookeeper swabs a spot with alcohol and gives her the
injection.

She walks up the hillside to where she had been lying and leans
against the wire enclosure, looking down.

The zookeeper unlocks the door and lets Steve in. He takes off
his clothes and stands.

"We'll give the drug a minute to take effect," says the
zookeeper. Soon Tara looks up and eagerly walks down towards
Steve. She sees his limp organ, gets down on her knees in front
of it, and gently but energetically caresses it. "Oh, I need it
hard, oh please get hard," she says.

Steve turns and walks partway up the slope, his cock visibly
lengthening. Tara scrambles up and follows him, trying to reach
forward to caress the cock. When Steve stops, she once again gets
down on her knees and caresses it, then takes it in her mouth and
begins licking. Steve smiles and closes his eyes. Not many
seconds later Tara takes her mouth off to reveal a fully erect
organ.

"Oh, please, stick it in me. Please, please? I need it so much."
She turns around on hands and knees with her butt up in the air
towards Steve, looking back over her shoulder expectantly. Steve
strokes his cock idly with one hand as he moves his other hand
over her butt.

But he turns away and walks up towards the far end of the
enclosure.

Tara scrambles up and follows him. As soon as he stops, she gets
down on hands and knees again and presents her butt. "Please!"
they hear her say with a whine.

Through the wire mesh of the adjoining cloisters the group can
see several other naked girls looking on. A few shake their heads
in disgust. A derisive "slut" can be heard from a couple cages to
the left.

Steve gets down behind Tara and aims his cock. He gets the tip
right at her opening -- but then stands up again and walks down
the hill. Tara immediately gets up and follows, prancing back and
forth behind him not unlike an eager puppy.

As they approach, the zookeeper says, "As you can perhaps tell by
now, Tara is focused on one thing only -- getting a cock up her
pussy. She really just can't think of anything else. Some guys
find that a turn-on. She'll remember how she was, but she can't
change anything now."

Steve stops right in front of the door out to the corridor. Tara
gets down on hands and knees again, right side to the corridor,
butt towards Steve, back arched, looking hopefully if impatiently
over her shoulder.

"Ah, c'mon, just do her!" says one of the guys.

"It's entirely up to Steve," says the zookeeper.

Steve turns and gets down on his knees, aims himself with a happy
leer, and pushes in.

The initial penetration elicits from Tara a little sigh of
relief, but she still looks back expectantly. With a half dozen
more strokes he is in to the hilt and Tara relaxes. Steve starts
a slow, deep fuck. Tara's face displays pure animal satisfaction.
Human animals smile when they're in such a state, and Tara gives
a vacant smile. After a deep slow fuck, Steve moves to a quick
shallow one, punctuated after every 10 strokes with a deep surge.
Then he pauses. After a few seconds Tara looks over her shoulder
questioningly, but Steve goes back to work. His fucking continues
with increasing intensity for a couple minutes until at last he
gives a guttural groan and holds his cock in deep. After a few
seconds he eases back and his cock slides out.

Tara turns to look at him with a smile. "Oooo, thank you, thank
you, thank you!"

There is a smattering of applause.

"Man, that was hot," says a guy. "Can I have a turn? Talk about a
girl who *wants* it!"

The zookeeper says, "If Steve is done, you may."

"Yeah, have at her," says Steve, who now has his T-shirt and
shorts back.

As the zookeeper lets him out, the other guy goes in, pulling
shorts and briefs down to his ankles to reveal a stiff cock.

Tara looks at it with approval and turns to present her rear end.

"Hey, man, I'll take it," says the guy, kneeling behind her and
shoving himself in. "Ah, nice pussy."

Tara resumes her look of animal satisfaction. The second guy
slides out after a couple minutes, and says, "I'm gonna save my
load for one of the others."

Tara looks back, puzzled.

"That's fine," says the zookeeper softly. "But she can tell from
your body language that you didn't come. If you go back in and
fake an orgasm, you can see her tell the difference. Up to you,
of course."

"Cool," says the guy, who surges back in and puts on a show of
mounting excitement ending with an overdone, "Oh yes, baby, yes,
yes, YES!" before withdrawing.

Tara looks satisfied.

"Anyone else?" asks the zookeeper as the second guy exits. No
hands are raised.

Tara looks through the bars at the collection of men, and as they
turn to move off she puts her rear end right up against the bars.
"Please, oh please?" she whimpers.

"What a horny bitch," says one of the guys. "Here, I'll give you
a finger," and surges his middle finger up inside. When he takes
it out, he wipes it on her butt to get it dry.

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Before they go through a door to the next section, the zookeeper
pauses. "The girls in here are hungry. Some of them are very
hungry. There are bins with little bits of food behind you.
They'll do just about anything for food."

As they go through the door, six girls in their separate cages
race to the bars. All are naked, all are pretty, and all are
sexy. They vie to give the most seductive expressions, one
squeezing her breast, another sliding her hand sensuously up
between her thighs, another turning to show her butt and wiggling
it seductively.

"Let me demonstrate," says the zookeeper, taking a handful of
dark pellets. "Cocoa puffs," he says, popping one in his mouth.

"Hi, Mary," he says, handing a cocoa puff through the bars. Mary
takes it and puts it in her mouth, with a quick chew and swallow.
He beckons with his finger and Mary comes right up to the bars.
He opens his mouth and she imitates him. He pops a cocoa puff in.
She consumes it and opens her mouth again, and gets two more that
way.

"Beg," he says.

"Please?" she asks plaintively.

"Like a dog," he says.

Mary immediately gets down on her knees imitating a dog begging.
She then reaches through the bars to paw at the zookeeper's legs,
and some of the guys laugh. He rewards her with a cocoa puff.

"No hands, come get it!" he says, and holds a cocoa puff through
the bars but over her head.

Mary reaches up on tippy toes and takes it from his fingers with
her lips.

He holds another one higher, and she stretches farther and barely
gets it. For a higher one she jumps up and just gets it with her
tongue.

"Show me your pussy," says the zookeeper, and she immediately
holds her female lips wide open right at the bars. The zookeeper
crushes a half-dozen cocoa puffs into her vagina.

Mary instantly backs away and fishes out the crumbs, eagerly
eating them.

The zookeeper says, "This really thick paste is interesting. Kind
of like really thick molasses in consistency, but not sweet, kind
of like miso or tempeh or something. Stick some on your dick and
put it through the bars."

A guy does that and they all watch as Mary eagerly takes the
organ in her mouth and sucks, swallowing the sticky stuff as she
gets it off of the swelling organ.

"You guys can have fun with the other girls, too," he says,
indicating the next enclosures in line. The girls look
momentarily excited, but relax in disappointment as the men all
keep watching Mary.

"That's pretty amazing," says the guy with Mary, retreating to
slather his cock with more goop and sticking it through the bars
for Mary's eager attention. He starts gasping, and goes back for
one more coating with a very stiff and twitching cock. The third
time she takes it and licks more vigorously than ever. He groans
and gasps as he delivers in her mouth. She swallows the sperm
along with the rest of the stuff on his cock.

With that show over, a guy walks up to the next cage, whose
occupant the exhibit display identifies as "Karen". "You can't
eat this," he says, handing her some cocoa puffs. "Feed me!" The
girl bites her lip as she looks at the airy pellets in her hand.
But she dutifully puts them into the guy's waiting mouth one at a
time.

Karen has small breasts. When the first guy doesn't offer any
follow-ups, another guy takes charge. "Hey," he says, motioning
her over. He slathers some of the magic paste on her breasts.
"Feed Mary!"

She goes to the wire coarse wire mesh and sticks her breast
through. Mary hungrily licks and sucks the tasty stuff off first
one breast, then the other.

"Hey, malted milk balls," says one guy, having sampled one.
Karen's breasts are all clean and she returns.

He then sticks one in his cheek and says, "Hey, Karen, come give
Tommy a kiss." Karen presents her lips and Tom kisses her. She
presses forward against him, and Tom pulls back. "Hey, you're not
allowed to steal it. You've got to wait 'til I give it to you."

Karen nods and presents her lips for more kissing. After several
seconds, she pulls back, noisily chewing on the ball he has
propelled into her mouth.

The zookeeper motions to the third cage. "Zoe's pretty good at
catching things in her mouth." He demonstrates by tossing in a
cocoa puff. A brief adjustment of her neck and she catches it and
swallows. Several guys try with cocoa puffs and malted milk
balls. She is pretty good. She misses one. When there is a pause
in the morsels of food coming at her in arcs, she reaches down
and gets the ball she'd missed and pops it in her mouth.

"No fair," says the zookeeper. "You know the rules. If you miss,
you hand it back." He tosses in a malted milk ball that she
obviously can't get in her mouth. She catches it in her hand
instead, looks at it hungrily, and then with a pout hands it back
through the bars. One of the other guys gives it to her in a
kiss.

"He, we get to do any fucking here?" asks a guy.

"Sure, if you'd like," says the zookeeper. "One interesting way
is the feeding trough. She gets on hands and knees with face up
to the bars, and you go in there behind and fuck her from the
rear."

"Can I fuck her ass?"

"Sure. Here in the zoo you can... Anyway, then you can tell us
what to give her here in the feeding trough, depending on how
good a job she's doing."

"Cool!" says the guy, who is shortly naked in the enclosure
behind Zoe. "I'll start in her pussy," he says.

"Ah, that's nice. Worth a cocoa puff at least," he says as he
surges in. One of the audience puts a cocoa puff in the shallow
feeding trough that's part of the cage wall and Zoe scarfs it up.

Zoe has a nice big butt and C-cup tits, which jiggle impressively
as the guy fucks her hard.

"Hey, how about a dab of that paste."

The zookeeper puts a blob of the paste on the feeding trough and
Zoe licks rapidly at the metal dish to get it off.

A couple malted milk balls follow.

"Time for her ass," says the guy, pulling out of pussy and lubing
his cock. "Ah, nice one!" he says as he surges in.

"Hey, I got an idea. How about you spell her name with the sticky
stuff and then decorate it with cocoa puffs."

A guy answers, "Cool! Good thing it's Zoe so we don't overfeed
her!" Laughter.

One starts squeezing out "ZOE" on the trough, and the girl
reaches in at once.

"Nah, you gotta wait," says the zookeeper, and she holds her face
back, hungrily looking as the men work.

In a minute the work of art is finished. Despite her hunger, Zoe
pauses for a second before hungrily diving in for cocoa puffs and
soy goo.

"Hey, when I deliver my load up her ass, you want to deliver some
goo in her mouth? Delivery in both ends at once?" He laughs.

"Sure," says the zookeeper, wielding a goo gun. "How much is she
worth?"

"She's pretty tight. She's been a good girl. How about a
tablespoon?"

"That's generous of you," says the zookeeper.

"Oh, yeah, you good bitch. Hungry bitch. Nice ass... Oh yeah,
it's coming, yeah, oh hot babe, good fuck, mmm, aaahhh, Deliver!"
he groans. The delivery in her rectum is matched with a
nutritious and tasty delivery in her mouth.

When they have all had their fun with the hungry girls, one guy
asks the zookeeper to explain more about it. "Is that all they
live on? Seems pretty inconsistent."

"We supplement to keep them healthy -- except for the ones who
won't play," he says, pointing to the fourth pen, where a girl
lies way up the slope in the fetal position, turned away. "But
we've got a plan for them too. They lose weight -- we give them
vitamins and a little protein to keep them going the normal way--
and then they're good for the anorexic display. Some guys really
like to do skinny girls. Mostly those end up in 4-point
restraints. If they're not willing to sit up and beg for food,
they don't usually hold still to get fucked either.

But Mary, Karen and Zoe -- they've been doing really well lately.
They're all candidates for being on Chasing Tail."

"Oh, that rodeo show!" says one of the guys in the group.

"Right. Before we go, we should stuff their pussies with some
meat -- if they want."

The zookeeper opens one of the high refrigerators and takes out a
box with sausages. This one is a freezer.

"Would you like some meat in your pussy, Zoe?"

"Yes, please!"

"Which size would you like?" On view are sausages ranging in
diameter from an inch to roughly three inches.

Zoe bites her lip. "The biggest one."

"That's awfully big, Zoe. That might stretch your pussy out so it
doesn't give the tight hug that we men love to get during a
fuck."

"Uh, OK," says Zoe. "But I'm so hungry!"

"How about this next size down?"

"If that's what you think is best," she says. Without being
asked, she turns around and presses her butt up against the bars,
holding her pussy open with her fingers.

"We use frozen ones so we can get them in better." The zookeeper
takes the sausage and presses the blunt end in. Zoe winces. "This
is hard work!" he says. "But you really want it?"

"Yes, please, sir!" she says.

With a mighty effort, the zookeeper shoves the sausage. It goes
in.

Zoe turns around and squats on the ground, digging up inside with
her fingers. Soon the cylinder of meat appears, and she gnaws on
it. It has started to thaw on the outside.

"How about you, Karen?" asks the zookeeper.

She chooses one size smaller than Zoe.

"You've never taken one that big," says the zookeeper.

"Still, I'd like to."

"Hungry?"

"Very."

The zookeeper presses it against the opening of the pussy
presented between two bars. "Part of my job description." He
grimaces and manages finally to get it in.

As the widest part of the sausage enters, a tiny trickle of red
blood emerges and runs down Karen's leg.

The onlookers notice... "Wow, she must be hungry!" "Serves her
right."

As soon as the zookeeper's fingers are removed, she too turns and
squats and digs the meat out. She gnaws on it without bothering
to remove the blood.

"Hey, it must make 'em kind of frigid for a while," says a guy.
Smiles and chuckles.

Mary takes the largest sausage of all up her pussy, and after
retrieving it gnaws away in similar fashion.

"Good thing they can tell a sausage from a dick!"

"Ewww!"

"Remember, they're criminals."

"They look like cave-women, don't you think?" says a guy. The
three naked girls gnawing on cylinders of meat do bring that to
mind.

"Bye, girls," says the zookeeper, and leads his tour group away.

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It's 2:45. The zookeeper is going to demonstrate the pissing
girl. There are a couple dozen people gathered to watch. They'll
also catch it on video, and some of the hotter sessions get
packaged as porn.

He enters the cage naked and sits on the plush flannel sheet.
Amanda stands in front of him.

"Let's see what you did. After a man had thoughtfully attempted
to breed you and was dozing, you approached with a baseball bat
and started whacking him. He suffered a broken arm before he was
able to stop you. Oh, you were a very bad girl."

"I was. I am so sorry for my crime, and am glad to do my meager
best to repay my debt to society."

"That's nice, Amanda. So what can I do for you today?"

"I am really hoping you can slide your penis into my vagina good
and hard because that's the only way I can pee. I really, really
need to pee."

"Even babies know how to pee, as soon as they're born."

"I've lost that basic ability. My punishment... that's the only
way I can pee."

"Well, OK. Before we begin, why don't you drink this nice glass
of lemonade."

"Umm, then I'll have to pee even more."

"True, true. But the people out in the corridor and at home --
they want to make sure you pee a whole lot."

"Um, OK. You promise to go ahead and slide your penis in good and
hard when I'm done?"

"I don't promise anything, Amanda."

"OK," she says quietly, fighting back tears. She drinks the
lemonade.

"Tasty, isn't it?" he says.

"Very good," she says, drinking it down.

"So why don't you make nice tender love to my penis with your
mouth."

Amanda nods and descends to take his cock in her mouth.

"Mmmm, good job, girl. Very nice... Oh, this is exciting. If you
keep going I think I'll come in your mouth. What would you think
of that?"

She raises her head and says desperately, "You can come in my
mouth a hundred times if you want. But... not now. I need this in
my pussy. I gotta go so bad!"

"Do you think about the man you beat with the bat when you have
to go so bad? Think about how bad you were?"

Amanda composes herself. "Yes, sir. I try to, sir. But.. well,
but, it... It hurts a lot." She gulps. "Like he did when I hit
him. Less than he did."

"I suppose I could get my cock in real deep so you can pee, then
come in your mouth later."

"Yes, yes, that would be fine!" says Amanda.

"But I see your collar here says you're fertile. You surely want
to have a baby. Coming in your mouth wouldn't help make a baby
now, would it?"

"No, no, it wouldn't. I... I just want it inside so much... Then
you can handle the ejaculation part."

The zookeeper smiles. "OK, if you want to get fucked so much, get
fuckable already."

Amanda quickly lays herself out on her back, legs spread wide.

The zookeeper gets into position and slides his cock into Amanda
an inch. Two cameramen approach to get close-ups, one from each
side. "Ah, that's nice. Nice pussy. I could just go back and
forth like this and come. Little tiny strokes. What would you
think of that? Could make you pregnant that way."

"If... If that's what you want, then... I deserve to be
punished." She starts crying softly.

"You've got a full bladder, I guess. Let's see. Where's that..."
He puts his hand right above her pubic bone and presses.

"Owwww!" howls Amanda.

"Well, OK, dear, let's see what we can do for you. A deep fuck
into your pussy is tempting." He holds himself up a bit in
preparation for the expert bit of maneuvering to come. "Ready?"

"Ready," says Amanda.

"Really ready?"

"Really ready," said Amanda, biting her lip.

The zookeeper surges his penis in deep and hard and holds it for
a second. Then he feels something shift inside her and quickly
lifts his cock out a couple inches so the cameras can catch it
all. Urine surges out of Amanda in a visible fountain, gushing
against the zookeeper's pubic hair, wetting everything, and
rapidly soaking the sheet below. The zookeeper feels it as warm
and very wet.

"Aahhhh, oh God, thank you so much!" murmurs Amanda as the stream
keeps going.

"What a disgusting girl. You're wetting the bed all to hell, and
feeling *good* about it!"

"I'm sorry, I'm... I'm... a very bad girl." She lies back, spent.

"Look at me while I fuck you," he commands. "Despite this
disgusting mess, I'm still gonna try to make you pregnant."

"Yes, please do!" she says, eyes glazed but trying to be excited
for him. "Fuck me hard and ejaculate to make me pregnant!" she
says.

He fucks in and out, urine-sopping pubic hair mats mashing
together.

"Disgusting girl... not even toilet-trained... pisses the bed..."
He pumps faster and faster.

"Oh, come in me! Make a very bad girl pregnant!"

"Almost, almost, you bed-wetter... Aaahhhh!" says the zookeeper,
giving a good long sigh of satisfaction for the benefit of
spectators and camera.

When he withdraws he gets up unsteadily. Surveying the sodden
sheet, he finds a dry corner and sits.

"Oh, let me clean you up!" says Amanda, rising and going to the
sink. She soaks one towel in warm water from the tap, and brings
it over to wipe down his exposed privates and his legs. Another
wet towel gets the last traces, and then a dry one makes him all
better.

He stands and stretches, with an air of total satisfaction, and
then stands to the side to watch Amanda clean herself up. She
re-uses the towels she's used on the zookeeper on herself, then
some others. She lifts the sodden sheet for all to see just how
badly soaked it is, and brings it to the deep sink. She returns
to clean the plastic mattress and the places where the pee has
gone onto the polished rock floor, including her footsteps.

The zookeeper leaves the cage at that point, sighing once more to
make his satisfaction clear to the cameras. Most of the audience
drifts away, but the cameramen continue to catch the scene as she
washes the sheet by hand in the sink and hangs it out to dry,
then does the same with the towels. She gives a sigh as she makes
sure everything is done, the bed remade with a fresh, dry sheet,
no hint of urine anywhere. She pours herself a glass of water,
looked at it with mixed feelings, then drinks it. She lies on the
bed, front to the few remaining men, and falls asleep.

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Four-point restraints do not suit Anne. Word gets around that it
was the threat of goobers that made her snap before. She attracts
men who love to spit mucus onto her, especially her face. Some
like to shove snot into her pussy, or to decorate their stiff
cocks with it before they plunge in.

She can't stop herself from thrashing her head from side to side
and swearing at the men who spit and fuck. She even does her best
to spit back.

Anne is a very bad girl.

With her head immobilized, Anne starts more to resemble a hunk of
flesh than a girl. And so she is in turn treated as a hunk of
flesh.

She can be fitted with electrodes. Some men push the button and
love to hear her scream as they reach their ecstasy in her
vagina. Some love to see her skin abraded by coarse sandpaper to
the point that blood wells up in pinpricks, then abraded more
until they are more than pinpricks. Some like to rub salt and
vinegar into such wounds.

Small cuts can be made, and interested men can drink her blood as
they fuck.

But Anne must be preserved. She cannot be harmed in ways that
leave her permanently diminished.

She has also passed the point of rehabilitation. Even in 4-point
restraints, with her head free, a girl can show by consistent
good behavior over a length of time that she has been
rehabilitated. Anne has no leeway left with which to demonstrate
improvement.

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Nancy is one of the very worst girls there ever was. A man had
done the favor of trying to fuck her pregnant. He was pretty
drunk. After he passed out, she tied each of his limbs to one of
the four bedposts and set to work. She stabbed his stomach,
chest, arms, and legs -- not too deeply in any one place. She
told the police with evident satisfaction how he had cried like a
baby and begged for mercy. Then she went to work slicing off both
nipples from his little guy boobs, then set to work mutilating
his balls with the knife, eventually freeing each bloody blob
from his body and stuffing it in his mouth, though he spit them
out. She then attacked his penis, cutting it off slice by slice,
and stuffing them into his mouth one by one, forcing it in with
the knife when he dared to close his mouth. She carved her
initials in his chest.

The sheets were a bloody mess, but he didn't pass out. He just
kept crying and begging for mercy. She conveniently had to take a
crap, and to escape her threat of more knife pain he held his
mouth open to accept her fecal deposit. He gagged and vomited.

The blood kept seeping out of various places, but not that fast.
Growing bored, she forced the knife hard up his ass, then again
and once more. The blood came out faster then. He passed out but
she revived him with a slash on a foot, then again slashing a
hand. Finally slashes couldn't rouse him. He died.

She took a relaxing hot shower, then shut the door on the mess in
the bedroom and slept on the sofa. She missed work the next day,
and when her first gentleman caller came for her at the start of
her available period the next day, she lay back to take it on the
sofa. But just as he was preparing to slide his dick in, she
pulled the knife out from under the sofa and started stabbing
madly. The man was cut but managed to break free. The police
arrived in short order and Nancy was taken into custody. In the
old days she might have gotten 20 years for such a crime, 20
years of initially stressful but eventually dull time in a
women's penitentiary. Or perhaps a mere 10 years in a mental
hospital. Since the men's revolution, things would be different.
Very different.

Initially she was put naked in stocks where enraged men could
punch her, spit on her, and fuck her if they so desired. Guards
kept close watch to make sure she wasn't permanently injured.

Then a surprising complication arose. Her victim had actually
managed with the last orgasm of his life to impregnate her. Nancy
could be harassed and degraded and tortured in mild ways, but the
baby had to be protected. After she gave birth, she was allowed
to nurse the little girl for a couple weeks before they took her
away for good. Nancy cried and cried while the baby went off to a
good home.

And then Nancy's true punishment begins.

Clever scientists have devised a chemical that is usually benign
but turns into a highly irritating agent when combined with
semen. Nancy's vagina is seeded with a large dollop of the stuff.
Protected by a condom -- albeit one with a hole in the end --
sadists get to fuck her and fulfill a lifetime dream by feeling
their ejaculation cause her to erupt in agony.

No one goes near Nancy except when she is in 4-point restraints.

Enterprising sadists get to fuck her while razor blades are
mounted above her shoulders. Nancy might strain as far down on
the bed as she can, but the force of their penetrations pushes
her torso up on the bed. They are stronger than she, and they get
the satisfaction of seeing blood well up from her shoulders as
they get it in really deep.

The guys with poop fetishes can humiliate Nancy in just the ways
they liked best. She gets a lot of it in her mouth.

Incisions are made. Men get to lap up her blood as they fuck her.
For all these purposes Nancy is a renewable resource.

But she can also be exploited as a nonrenewable resource.

While keeping her left arm intact, work begins slowly on
demolishing her right arm. Fingernails are pulled out very
slowly, one by one. A lucky man gets to ejaculate in her pussy at
the instant each is ripped free. Each finger is pared down in a
series of separate episodes. Each new quarter of an inch brings
forth agonized screams from Nancy. The stump can be left to heal
while another digit is pared down. Like rotating crops.

A very common fetish is the foot fetish. A rarer one is the foot
pain fetish. Nancy's right foot also begins disappearing, one
delicious slice at a time.

The planning for Nancy's eventual demise is a subject of much
debate. She can only die once, and there are a delicious array of
possibilities.

Eventually they decide on a constricting collar that is filled by
a pump worked by the action of fucking Nancy. Many times she is
sent into unconsciousness this way, but each time observers
release the constriction in time for her to recover.

But finally, of course, she has to die. And one very lucky man
gets to fuck her on that day and constrict her airway while
others puncture her skin in various places or pare down her
stumps a bit more.

When she is irretrievably on her way to death but not quite
there, a few men get to fuck her in 10-second quickies. And when
she is actually dead, a stream of necrophiliacs have their go at
her. All is recorded for replay thousands of times for those who
love such things.

Nancy and her demise are of great interest to men with a
commitment to very dark fetishes. There are comparatively few
such men, but then there are very few women who are quite as bad
as Nancy. It balances out.


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(NOTE: A "Men Strike Back" world would be a horrible dystopia.
These stories are for erotic purposes only. Respect real women
always!)