Let’s play a game, my sweet little faggot hubby: here are two glasses, one is full of white wine and one is full of cum that I milked from my fuck friends during the last week. Can you guess who the cum is for and who the wine is for? I’ll give you a little hint, you need protein and I love white wine. Cheers, my love!

All right, mister "I'm a pro photographer", we’re gonna take a selfie with your expensive pro camera and then we’re gonna send the picture to all your photo models to show to everyone of them how small your useless loser's dick is.

Don't bother me, subhuman slave! You must jerk off and come in this glass for collect your cum to feed the other slaves. You can do it yourself or you can be tied and milked by a milking machine. Your choice, your responsibility for the consequences.

I’m sorry, honey, but it’s not just my fault: I’ve always told you not to treat me like a puppy, and not to think that I’m a docile dog you can tame. Look on the bright side, I only ate your useless, little dick, and from tonight on, we’re gonna hunt together.

Major Rhonja has disappeared!
One of the most important military women engaged in the repression of rebel males, and their dignified female accomplices, disappeared during a raid against a band of rebels in the northern borders of the Kingdom. It is believed that she was captured for a prisoner exchange. Our Sovereign Empress Elle has declared Her closeness to the family and Her commitment to finding the Major as soon as possible. " We will never give in to the blackmail of rebellious males" said the Empress and added that the guilty rebels will be punished with the most severe punishment for crimes against women.

My dear Stefaniya, my beloved sister, I write here a few lines to let you know that I’m fine and that my assignment on the slave ship "Queen of the Ginarchy" is proceeding beautifully.

I also send you a photograph of me taken by the on board photographer in which you can see that, contrary to the slander moved against me, the slaves entrusted to my care enjoy excellent health, are fat and in flesh, some of them even eat my leftovers and not all of them have been castrated yet, especially since many of them are still very productive.
As you can see, your environmentalist conscience can subside and devote itself to more important purposes, the salvation of whales or seals, for example: your sister, the infamous Major Rhonja, will no longer be a source of shame for you in your humanitarian circles, between your spoiled little friends, in the arms of your spineless girlfriend.

In expectation of your beloved answer I send you my dearest kisses,
Rhonja.

Yes, honey, I’ve always said that size matters, and the bigger the better, but you should have at least asked me when and why. I would have answered you that I am greedy for glazed dicks and everything would have been resolved without whims and without the need to tie you to uncork your dick. My previous boyfriend was smarter than you and he donated for my lunch without any fuss, he just asked to be sedated during the eradication.

All right, you useless little worm, end of your escape. Please give me any reason to shoot you here and save the state money to take you back to work camp with the other male rioters.

I’m sorry, sir, but the surgeon you made an appointment with for your circumcision is no longer available at this hospital. But rest assured, one way or another I will still be able to free you from your foreskin, even at the cost of cutting off, piece by piece, your useless cock.

You humans are so limited! Why should I settle for just one sex since I can graft on my body any human organ and enjoy all the sensations that sexual activity can give me?

Don't be stupid, Kaliban! Your young and beautiful wife won't never come to save you: herself have sold you to the corporate to produce the cum needed for our genetic material supply. Be happy! Before you die you will have a lot of pieces of meat as sons and we cyborgs will have a lot of organic parts to change when the used ones will come at their end.