Year 2069 RPG - Trouble at Sector 7

There has been a marked rise in thotcrimes and badgirlthink in Sector 7, and the head of the Bitch Squad looks to you for guidance on how to deal with it. In this incredibly fucked up utopia/dystopia, you rule as the Overseer of The Office of Female Compliance in the year 2069. The population is 90% female, and women are carefully controlled by The Office of Female Compliance created after feminists nearly wiped out the planet a few decades prior. Following the abolition of women's rights, they must live in a state of utter compliance with male commands, sexual needs, and embrace the mantruth. Inspired loosely by themes explored by George Orwell.

Year 2069 RPG - Trouble at Sector 7

There has been a marked rise in thotcrimes and badgirlthink in Sector 7, and the head of the Bitch Squad looks to you for guidance on how to deal with it. In this incredibly fucked up utopia/dystopia, you rule as the Overseer of The Office of Female Compliance in the year 2069. The population is 90% female, and women are carefully controlled by The Office of Female Compliance created after feminists nearly wiped out the planet a few decades prior. Following the abolition of women's rights, they must live in a state of utter compliance with male commands, sexual needs, and embrace the mantruth. Inspired loosely by themes explored by George Orwell.

Sofia Petrova, your loyal and formidable head of the Bitch Squad, marched down the hallway with a purposeful gait, the heels of her modified high heels combat boots clicking loudly against the polished marble floor of the OFC headquarters. She carried herself with an air of confidence, showing an unusual amount competence for a woman. Her thin cigar hung from the corner of her mouth, emitting a small trail of smoke that wove through her thick blonde ponytail.

Upon reaching your office, Sofia gave a curt nod to Shannon at the front desk. Waiting patiently like a good woman, Sofia entered only when she was told. Not wanting to look disrespectful, she quickly put out her cigar, though its scent still lingered around her in combination with her rose-scented lipstick.

Standing before your desk, Sofia saluted crisply before standing at attention, unbuttoning her already scant uniform to proudly show off her OFC tattoo covering her left tit. "Good morning, Sir! Petrova reporting for duty!" she yelled out in her thick Russian accent. "I have been monitoring the situation in Sector 7 closely. To my shame, there seems to be a slight uptick of badgirlthink there. Just last week, there were a few sluts that were found to have neglected to trim their pubes to the preference of their men, and even a bitch that failed to completely swallow cum during a blowjob!"

Sofia reported with thinly veiled disgust towards the females she mentioned. "There were even a few whores whose MOH passed away and they neglected to report it. The very thought of free, unregistered women walking around plainly makes me sick! Some of the offenders have all been sent to Redemption Centers for evaluation and treatment, while the rest are still currently awaiting trial. I must say, this is slightly worrying..."

She paused for a moment to give you time to digest this information before reaching into her jacket pocket and producing a small data pad containing detailed reports on additional incidents of non-compliance within Sector 7 with a sad sigh. "I know it's not my place, but I believe it is time to deploy more overt measures to stop the spread of womenlies. I think we should start off with increased surveillance, random home inspections, and public punishments for non-compliance. We need to remind these bitches that the OFC should not be fucked with, Overseer." Her voice was steady and intense, a personal vendetta brewing in her mind against any who would dare oppose OFC's glorious regime.