Tracey's Chamber of Love

Don't torture me like this.

Oh, you're touching, touching, squeezing.

You know I'd love that too.

Oh.

And how about a little of this?

Mm-hmm.

Uh-huh.

Not your average harlot, huh?

Certainly not your average breeder.

Thought you married me because it wasn't an average anything.

Isn't that right?

How do you like my ass?

Take a good look, baby.

This is what's coming up next.

Well, now you'll just have to wait.

It is now the 22nd century.

The final conflict has come and gone.

The men control the planet.

The women have been divided into either breeders or harlots.

All for man's satisfaction.

Except at the organization called Sex World,

which has been around for about five years now.

I work there. I'm on vacation.

My roommate is another exception.

She has escaped classification.

She lives as an outlaw.

Most of us live below the surface.

A lot of the air is good now.

So if the meter reads safe, we can remove our helmets.

I never thought I'd see the day.

Fuckin' A.

Eww.

Damn, I hate this fucking underground living.

Can't believe this shit.

What the fuck am I doing with this god forsaken fucking wet

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