FUCs Fuckpet Zoo

FUCs Fuckpet Zoo ( MaledomEmpire / FrankTheEntrepreneur ) Looking around at the year of hard work, I reminisced about what it took to get to this moment. My name is Frank. I'm an everyday citizen of the Empire. an average Joe who saw a need and decided to take a leap. Thus, FUCs Fuckpet Zoo, once an idea, is now a reality. See, most everyday citizens can't afford a slave of their own. leading us to have to use "free" sluts or comfort houses when we're in need. Occasionally, an open cunt house will take place, and we can get free kicks in there, but those were few and far between now that you could sell a cunt to the GHS without all the hassle. With more free sluts getting owned by citizens suing in court, they had become a scarcity. And with comfort houses by the time a good, hard working citizen like myself got there. The lines were long, and the slut had been fucked so many times that, even though you got off, it lacked the spark of a good fuck. Since this was the case, I started thinking, what if there was a place a hardworking citizen like myself could get a good fuck in without having to pay too much? I started looking at auctions. Sure, there were some fine sluts out there going for high prices, but those weren't the cunts I was looking for. I wanted those ones destined for the farm. The uglies. Most uglies had decent enough bodies, but for whatever reason, their faces were fucked up. No one wants an ugly slut, so most failed their exams big time because they'd barely been used, if at all, for practice. But why waste a good cunt? The prices for these bitches were floorlevel,l and if they weren't sold, they'd go to the farm and make someone some money there. But a face could be fixed with a simple latex mask. Cover up that bitch, and you're left with what a cunt is good for: three willing fuckholes. For a year, I sourced money to create this company, getting loans and crowd funding from investors. I managed to buy a building a mile away from Crowntown's busiest public transport station and get it remodeled. Once all was finished, I started bidding on cunts destined for the farms. I figured I could keep them until they were used up and then sell them to hucow farms once that happened. That way, I didn't make an enemy of the dairy industry, and with the money I made selling them back to farms, I could afford to buy fresh cunts, which would give me an edge over the comfort houses with their overused sluts. That, combined with charging a buck less than an average MSCH, would yield a profit. To start, I have ten cunts, well, eleven if you count Sandy, and this building I remodeled to resemble a petting zoo, for lack of a better description. 4 pins. 2 cunts per pin; one has 3 because of my main attraction. Each cunt has a black latex mask, latex paw gloves, and a removable tail. Some of these bitches had barely been fucked before. Unfortunately, that meant my first few patrons would have to break these sluts in. Hopefully, they wouldn't mind too much. The cunt pins were large and formed a square of sorts around my main attraction: Box Bitch. Box Bitch was the last thing I worked on. I got a 7 foot post and ran a smaller pole through the middle with a 4 foot arm that extended out of the top. This created a contraption that could turn 360 degrees. To the single arm, I attached a solid metal chain and hung a 2 foot wooden box that I'd built myself on it. Two cuffs sat on either side of the box. The cunt I chose to be in this contraption was bigger than the others in the pins. I figured this would help it out, but I may have been wrong, as I found out during the practice runs. The wooden box that its head was in was strung just high enough that it could only stand on its toes. Its arms were held securely by the cuffs on either side of the box, and a spreader bar ensured that Box Bitch's whole body could be easily accessed. Box Bitch wasn't for fucking. The other cunts were for that. Box Bitch was for men who had a long day of work and needed to blow off steam. For five bucks, a guy could rent a tool: cane, paddle, whip, or flogger—that they could then use for as long as they needed to release the stress that working a hard job brought on. The cunt would teeter around that pole in circles as fellow citizens let out some pent up rage. I was sure the attraction would be a hit! Beyond that, I had three private rooms that, for 15 bucks, a man could take a cunt into for 30 minutes. Each room had tools similar to the ones that could be rented for Box Bitch, as well as other things. A table, a chair, a sawhorse, and a cross, all with restraints for the citizen to have maximum control. I was proud. It'd been a lot of hardwork and today was my grand opening. "Sandy!" My cunt ran out of one of the backrooms and kneeled in front of me. I allowed it to walk upright because I needed it to move fast, and crawling took too much time. I was hesitant to buy this one but got it for a low price due to the simple fact that its pussy was dry as a bone; that's why I named it Sandy. As useless as its cunt was, it was efficient. Sandy maintained the stock, cleaned the rooms and tools after use, and was very helpful when it came to choosing what tools to purchase, as it had a surprisingly high pain tolerance, something that I found out Box Bitch didn't possess, and I could use each tool on it for hours to gauge the quality. "Yes, Master?" Its eyes were on the floor as it spoke. "Are the cunts all ready?" I'd advertised on every train, bus, public station, and anywhere else I could legally put up a flier. This endeavor would either break the bank or break me. Nothing could go wrong. "Yes, Master, the cunts are ready." "Good, go to your position." Sandy was the only cunt wearing lingerie, and it would be set up at the reception counter, taking the entry fees, renting out tools for Box Bitch, and rooms for those who wanted them. Since Sandy was pretty in a girl-next-door way, I figured it'd be a nice visual for the guys before they came in and used the other cunts. Taking a deep breath, I looked around once more before checking my watch; 4pm, opening time. The first wave of citizens were off of work thirty minutes ago, and a couple of them should have arrived, if for no other reason than curiosity. I placed my hands on the double doors and pushed them open. "Welcome, gentlemen, to FUCs Fuckpet Zoo!" (This is my first storyline. It is also an open roleplay to any citizens who might be interested or any cunts who feel they might've wound up here. I hope this business endeavor was worth it.) fucs,fuckpet,zoo,fucs fuckpet zoo