WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE
Sometime in the not-too-distant future the
world economy—sustained for so long by the United States--collapses. The haves battle the have-nots for the crumbs
that are left—war inevitably follows.
The final war.
Seventy percent of Earth’s surface is left
unlivable as the remnants of civilization huddle together in the ruins and look
for new leadership.
They find it in an unusual place—with the
experienced and highly competent women who have labored just under that glass
ceiling for so many years…
A Matriarchy rises, running things their own,
different way. They use eugenics and
controlled breeding to rebuild the population, culling men with too much
testosterone to ensure that no man will ever again find himself in a fight for
power.
Power is reserved for women.
At the same time, at a Lagrange point near
Earth’s moon, a small colony of men survive in quite a different way. On their little ‘Home’ women are
slaves—sexual objects that will never have any power at all.
For a time the two worlds co-exist in peace
if not harmony. But as Earth’s
population begins to grow—too quickly for its limited food supply--the
Matriarchy began to look for new places to make their own.
Their eyes fell on Home—the men’s colony—which
they planned to make their own.
But they were too late. The men were fully aware of the Matriarchy’s
plans and, using the newly-developed Cooper-Fowler Wormhole drive, moved their
Colony out of the solar system, re-establishing themselves on Home—an Earthlike
planet somewhere along the Wormhole’s route.
For a time they were safe. Secure in their anonymity. But then, through an accident, a ship from
Earth was tossed from the Wormhole into the space above Home. The captain of that ship abandoned her
pilot—and brother--Blake Lake to face the unknown perils of a new world.
Lake landed the ship—and found that this new
planet was the home he had been looking for.
A home where women were subjugated and men—like him—used them at
will. He adapted to his new planet and
soon found himself the chief of its (tiny) space navy as well as the
second-in-command of the Slave Ministry.
At the same time, he acquired slaves of his
own—slaves who showed him what being a master was all about.
Now, many months later, the women of Earth
have returned—looking to spread their control—and their tyranny…
“Faster, slave!” I tapped the upraised ass of the girl on the
floor with the tip of my switch, being careful to keep the touch gentle—it was,
after all, just a reminder. “You’re running
out of time!”
She gurgled something back at
me—unintelligible through the ball gag that filled her mouth. Despite that, I translated the sound as ‘Impossible!’—by
now I had a lot of practice translating gagged speech.
“You have one minute remaining in which to
reach that wall.” I slapped her ass with
the switch--hard enough to get her to jump as well as leaving a bright and
angry red line across her rather splendid behind. “Move!”
That was easy enough for me to order—but for
the girl on the floor, moving, fast or slow, was not easy at all. I had corded her wrists and elbows tightly
behind her, then banded her ankles together.
To move across the floor, she had to push herself forward with her
knees, forcing her nicely-developed chest across the floor in front of her.
The even layer of grit I’d had applied to the
floor made that more than a little uncomfortable—but not half as uncomfortable
as what would happen if she didn’t get to the other wall in the time I had
dictated. I raised my switch again,
waited for a long second, than brought it down at right angles to my last blow.
The girl grunted into her gag and speeded up,
grinding her knees into the floor and pushing herself forward just as fast as
she could.
I watched her ass twitch and wriggle as she
moved. It was a very nice ass, smooth
and well rounded.
I had become something of an authority on
asses recently, having seen a great many of them since we began defrosting the
inhabitants of the captured colony ship.
As soon as the warmed and awakened newcomers were conscious, they were
taken for training and rehabilitation—the men to various learning centers, the
women to the Slave Ministry—my Ministry.
We had decided to defrost the women in fifty-girl
segments. There were only thirty holding
cells in the training center which meant that we would have twenty in various
stages of instruction on the upper floors while thirty were locked below. Master Steele and I had arranged a schedule
for each girl, allowing ourselves about a week to break one.
After the usual ‘welcome’ whipping, I usually
started a new girl off with the crawl.
It gave her an idea of how low she was in this society—and gave me a
chance to gauge how she would respond to orders from a ‘master’.
This one responded quite nicely and, after
one more stroke across the ass, showed a turn of speed I hadn’t counted
on—enough to get her to the wall with nearly five seconds to spare.
“Nicely done, slave.” I squatted alongside her sweating
figure. “You actually managed to obey my
command.” I patted her on the ass,
smiling at the whimper the touch on her tender flesh brought. “I think I’ll allow you a little rest and
food.” I undid her bound ankles and grabbed
a handful of her hair. “On your knees,
now.”
The girl groaned and struggled in her bonds
as I pulled her upright but, eventually, I had her wobbling on her knees.
“Stay right there,” I motioned to the spot
she now occupied. “Don’t move.” I headed for the communicator over the work
bench, keyed it to my new assistant’s line.
“Edwin.” I waited a moment.
“Yes sir?”
The response was almost immediate.
“Come in here and take my trainee to her
cell.” I thought a moment. “Bring a choke chain—I don’t think I have one
here.”
“Right.” I could almost hear him nod his
head. “I’ll be there in a second.”
Most of the people of Earth had benefitted
from decades of selective breeding and genetic engineering. Men were tall, straight and handsome. Women were beautiful and sexually desirable.
Edwin was different.
Something had gone wrong when he was
conceived, something that caused him to be something of a throw-back to earlier
times. Short, overweight and balding,
Edwin was much like his forefathers—too much so for the rulers of Earth to
stomach. Instead, once they were sure he
had nothing important to contribute to the home planet they decided to ship him
to their colony orbiting Proxima Centauri.
That was a shame. There was nothing wrong with Edwin’s mind—he
was a first rate theoretical physicist-- a role in which we’d use him sometime
in the future. For now, he was a
Ministry employee learning the proper way to treat a woman—something he would
never have been taught on Earth.
“I have the chain, sir.” He held it up for my inspection. “What would you like me to do?”
“Put it around her neck,” I gestured to the
girl leaning in front of the wall. “And
take her to a cell.” I thought for a
moment. “Make sure she gets some food
and water.”
“Yes sir.” He stepped in the girl’s
direction, looking her over carefully.
“And then?”
“Get the next one in line and bring her up
here.” I pinched the bridge of my
nose. I was tired. Maybe I should put the next girl on hold and go
home…
No. I
shook my head. Finish the work you laid
out for today, give the next one her whipping.
I looked at Edwin. Let him do
it—it’s about time he put a girl through her paces!
“Put her under the winch then call me,” I ran
a hand through my hair. “I’ll be in my
office having a cup of coffee.”
“Yes sir.”
Edwin carefully slipped the choke collar around the neck of the kneeling
woman before pulling it taut but not tight.
“I’ll do that.” He jiggled the chain,
“Time to get up, girl.” He waited; eyes
on his subject’s breasts.