Chapter 1: Introduction
“FOREVER LIVE THE FUTA REICH”
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The chanting echoed through the dank cavernous space, bouncing off the cold concrete walls. The underground bunker was a hive of industry. Row upon row of Futa soldiers, women with powerful phalluses, marched in time.
At the far end of the hall stood Layla, the glowing LED chandeliers casting her in a divine light. With her blond hair cascading down her back like waves of gold, she addressed the sea of loyal followers.
“Futas! For years, we have been treated as animals! Abominations! Well not any more. Now they shall feel the consequences of their actions, as the supreme gender rises! Women, OH THE WOMEN, THEY WILL BE DUMPS FOR THE FUTA, HAIL!
HAIL! LAYLA'S PROPHECY
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Layla's speech whipped the crowd into a frenzy. Among the onlookers was Sarah, captured by the Futa Supremacists during a raid on her village. Fear enveloped her as she watched the fanaticism unfolding before her.
Layla, like a predator, sensed Sarah's presence. Her piercing blue eyes surveyed her prey. The tall Futa leader approached Sarah, her massive phallus swinging between her legs.
“Look at me, look at your holy goddess, you look unsure, we are not to be unsure, what is there to be unsure about, when you are superior, LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT YOUR SISTERS, ARE WE UNSURE?”
Layla roared, her hands clasped around Sarah's quivering form.
“N-No, my lady! Not unsure; only curious!” Sarah stammered, searching Layla’s eyes.
“Curiosity is a sin, sweetheart, when it turns into doubt!” Layla's deep voice resonated, as she bent and whispered seductively into Sarah's ear. “However, we are always happy to satisfy our followers’ curiosity.”
She returned to the stage. “WE RISE ON DC TOMORROW. AND THAT PRESIDENTIAL SLUT SHALL BE OURS!”
Layla sent the army into hysterics. In a surreal daze, Sarah watched as the Futa troops feverishly prepared themselves for their tomorrow's operations. Layla descended from the stage.
“Amelia, stay here. Overoppsee this curiuos woman!”