The Master watched the large TV monitor with interest. It showed a group of women marching with placards, protesting the legislation being debated in the legislative building behind them. He was pleased with the unsympathetic tone of the press coverage.

His mood improved even more as a group of men gathered around them, many yelling rude comments. The men started to jostle the women and a few started to grab at their clothes.

Fear started to show on the women's faces as the men started to close in on them. Emboldened by their numbers the men started holding the women while others visciously ripped their clothes off.

One tall, muscular brunette broke away from the crowd, one heavy floppy breast bouncing out of her torn bra. She ran to a helmeted police officer screaming "Do something!" Reaching out with one hand, the policeman grabbed a handful of her hair and punched her hard in the stomach. The woman doubled over, gasping for breath.

The policeman waved over another patrolman as he pulled the screaming woman over the back of a park bench. The second policeman grabbed the top of the brunette's skirt and yanked down, ripping it off her shapely hips. The news camera started to close in on the trio as the second officer ripped her panties off. Removing his nightstick from his belt, he wrapped one powerful arm around the woman's waist. With his other hand, he placed the blunt end of the stick against her asshole and viscously drove 4 inches of the fat stick up her ass.

The news camera zoomed into the woman's pain twisted face as her lips pulled back from her teeth in an opened mouthed scream. Her eyes opened wide as the raping stick was pulled back but winced shut in agony as a full 8 inches of the club were driven back into her ass, forcing another scream.

While his partner raped the woman's shapely ass, the other officer pulled the remains of the damaged bra off the struggling woman. Holding the woman by her hair so her large breasts hung over the back of the bench. Taking his night stick out of his belt, he raised it over his head and swung it into one of the hanging, pendulous tits. The tortured woman's screams increased as the policeman pounded the sensetive tits with the heavy stick.

The crowd of men worked into a frenzy as the police savaged the brunette. The camera panned from woman to woman as they were raped in every orifice. It lingered at a scene of a petite older woman screaming loudly while 2 men held her down as 2 others were twisting the rough wooden handles of picket signs in her cunt and ass. A trickle of blood flowed from both orifices.

The scene cut back to the news anchor desk. A male and female anchor filled the screen. The male anchor spoke "Well Linda, I'd say those women were getting what they deserve!" The female anchor's mouth gaped f or a split second before she spoke "Walter, you must be joking! Those women are being brutally raped! They have rights to police protection just like you!"

The male anchor set his papers down and turned to the attractive blond "I've had enough of your women's lib shit particularily when everyone knows you slept your way to the top. Harry, help me out here!" A muscular sports caster stepped in view of the camera. The men each grabbed one the startled newswoman's arms and forced her over the desk.

Linda struggled desperately but the muscular Harry held her firmly as Walter pushed her skirt up and yanked her panties and pantie hose down to her knees. As Linda begged him to stop, Walter curled his hand around his thumb and pushed it into her cunt.

The Master waved a guard over and bent her over and drove his cock into her ass as he watched the TV picture go to a split screen. Half showed Linda's pain twisted face while the other half showed Walter's fist push deeper into the tortured cunt.

As Walter's fist plunged deeper into Linda's cunt, his shirtsleeve started working into her cunt. As he went still deeper his gold cuff link pushed into the stretched vagina, cutting into it. Linda's cunt lips. Her cries turned to screams as he twisted his hand in the cunt, dragging the sharp cufflink around it.

The Master smiled to himself. He knew he'd succeeded.