"Women are not your toys!" comes the voice from the television. You watch, enraptured, as your idol delivers a rousing speech. "Women are not your food!" she continues, pointing a finger at the crowd of men. "Women are not yours!" she finishes.

"So brave," you whisper, amazed.

Your name is Sally Davis. You're a 29 year old housewife, living with a man named Dennis Davis. You have been extremely fortunate to live under his protection, as you would have been pooped right down the toilet so long ago without him. Even so, he is a man, and you are a woman. Your relationship reflects that. He expects certain things of you: a clean house, dinner, massages... and lots and lots of sex. It's a daily requirement. At some point, your body will be used for his pleasure, every day, and he can get rough.

You don't hate Dennis, but you certainly hate what he stands for. Though you pretend to be his submissive little slave, inside you yearn for freedom, for you and all women like you. You do what you can, which is precious little under they eye of your husband. If he knew you were watching this, you'd be in the sewers by sundown.

The woman on the TV is Angelica Hart, an avid advocate for women's rights. You idolize her in every way, and you only wish you could be more like her. Right now she is in the heart of enemy territory, addressing Congress, with amazing bravery.

“Almost half a million women and girls are eaten every day. Wives, mothers, and daughters, human beings, treated like meat! Used, abused, and thrown away! I-“

“Miss Hart,” one of the senators interrupts. He’s a stocky man with wide shoulders and a chubby gut. “While we all certainly appreciate your... fervor, I’m afraid you seem to have misunderstood the reason we called you here.”

Miss Hart looks confused, frowning. “I was asked to speak-“

“I believe what we asked you to do was to demonstrate the female’s place in society, to be exact,” the senator continued in his Texan drawl.

“Yes...” Miss Hart agreed warily, eyeing the older man. “But... that’s what I’m doing.”

The senator chuckles, standing from his seat and approaching the podium. “You poor, stupid woman,” he laughs, grabbing Angelica’s arm as she backs away from him. You stiffen, eyes widening in alarm, dread filling your chest. “You probably think you’re brave to be spouting such ridiculous nonsense in a place like this, but that’s just a lie you tell yourself.” He shoves her over the podium in front of him, pressing his hips into her rear. “The only reason you’re comfortable coming here is because you believe we’re afraid to put you in your place. You are so arrogant that you actually believe that your death would mean something... you think women all over would rise up if something happened to you.” He pulls down her skirt and panties, pinning her down with one hand and unbuckling his pants with his other. Angelica squirms frantically in a shocked silence as she is dominated on national television. “You’re wrong, though. All the women that are about to watch me eat you know their place. They know the same thing will happen to them if they step out of line. They’re good little girls. You, on the other hand... you’re just a piece of meat that is way past its expiration date.”

He thrusts his hips against her ass, and she screams. You cover your mouth, horrified, tears in your eyes. Slowly and dejectedly, you turn off the television. You’re furious, but your anger is far outweighed by your disgust and horror. Angelica Hart has been an inspiration for years... you really believed in her, and you believed she was too influential for them to just wipe off their asses, but...

“They won’t get away with this,” you mutter, curling your lip in hatred. “One day women will rule the world, and I’ll make sure every single man in the planet is ground beneath our heels! I’ll.... oh no, Dennis will be home soon! I have to make dinner!”

Your dreams of revolution forgotten for the moment, you busy yourself with cooking, hoping to be finished before he gets home. He hasn’t beaten you in a while, and you want to keep it that way. To your dismay, however, you hear the front door open, and you’ve barely even gotten started.

“I’m home, my love!” he says, and you hurry to greet him.

“Hey, baby!” You say brightly, feigning happiness. “I’m so sorry, but dinner-“

You are cut off by a startling *gluuuuuUOOOORRP* coming from his midsection, followed by a little girl’s voice. “Heeegghjr.... Heeeeeggghlp....... s-s-saaaaaaave.... mmmm..... don’t wanna.... d-drrrgh...”

You look down at his belly with distaste. You hadn’t noticed in your hurry, but his normally fit tummy is round and jiggling, about the size of a beach ball.

“I... see you’ve already eaten.” You say curtly.

“Yep, don’t worry about dinner tonight hun, this little doll has it covered.” He plops down on the couch and grabs the remote, patting his gut happily.

“Mommy....... mommy it hrrrrrfghsssss.....” his dinner whimpers, and you turn away to hide your expression.

“You're drowning in all that's left of mommy, my little morsel," Dennis chuckles, patting his bloated belly. He's quite a bit older than you, in his early forties, with slightly grayed brown hair and a stocky build. You are his seventh wife, the others long digested and disposed of. Dennis ate almost all of them, all of them except his second wife, who found herself dying in her father-in-law's belly before her wedding day had ended.

"You had a busy day," you quip shortly, hiding your anger. Greedy, murderous pig! you want to shout, but you keep it to yourself. He glances at you.

"They smelled too good to pass up. That's one good thing about public transport. Bitches can't get away when they're trapped on a bus." He unbuckles his pants and bares his privates, beckoning you closer. "Now get over here. Just because I don't need dinner doesn't mean you get out of all your duties. Mm, you know how I get when I put females in their place." He gestures to his stiff member.

His comment infuriates you. The casual dismissal of life, the utter degradation in his attitude... after seeing poor poor Miss Hart raped on television, it's just too much. Your face reddens, and you do your best to suppress your rage.

Do you suck it up and suck him off? Or give him a piece of your mind?