This is a Flashback Friday for an old Femnonymous caption - Uncensored
“Do you know which one is Jonas?” Bryan whispered as he raised a red solo cup of beer to his lips. The four women across the other side of the hotel suite looked as out of place at the party full of drunken twenty-somethings as the Frontline Entertainment Media cameraman felt – least not because he was having to film covertly from a phone poking out from his pocket rather than his trusty over the shoulder camera.
“Does it matter? They all look ridiculous!” Madison, his partner, retorted. The women in question had all once been powerful politicians, making up the influential State Panel for the Regulation of Pornography and Adult Entertainment. Spurred on by other prominent delegates, including one of FEM's other recent interviewees, 'Lance Charleton', the group sought to pass laws that banned all adult media not portraying traditional male-female relations. That is until the day they were seized by Femnonymous and transformed into the very thing they were lobbying against.
“I think it is the blonde.” Bryan continued. “He was definitely blonde in the video. I remember one of the others yelling his name while he pulled on it and...well...” The video was a now infamous scene that Femnonymous had forced the politicians to perform in if they wanted to retain what remained of their male anatomies. Once released to the public, it had immediately gone viral over the less restricted areas of the internet and become a source of deep embarrassment for the men's political party. The State Panel's fate was never officially acknowledged and the men were never seen publicly again, leading to widespread rumour and speculation over what had happened to them. One of the wilder message board theories was that the party had felt such anger and shame over what had happened that they had created new identities for the four men as eye candy at political rallies. Now, ten years later, they were held in such low esteem that they might be used as little more than glorified strippers at the 21st birthday party of a senator's son. That was exactly what Bryan and Madison were here tonight to verify. “Speaking of that video...” Bryan continued. “Do you think they did enough to keep their...you know...”
“I never watched it...” Madison lied, downing the rest of her drink. Adrenaline still coarsed through her from sneaking into the party and she was itching to talk to the women. They certainly ticked the boxes of what they were looking for – obviously surgically enhanced bodies, that glassy vacant stare they had seen in Femnonymous's other victims, a clear familiarity with each others' bodies that suggested they had shared a fair bit more that just handshakes. She had forced herself to study that video – every deepthroat, every cumshot, every humiliated grunt...if they hadn't done enough to keep their cocks, she wasn't sure what they would have needed to do... And yet, she still wasn't sure. “Come on,” she said to her partner as she tossed her cup onto a counter. “Let's go ask. If Jonas is the blonde, I'm buying dinner...”
