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SUPERIOR SLAVE TRAINING


CHAPTER 1

My name is Julie, and I have an unusual story to tell that few will believe. (I am withholding my last name for purposes that will soon become apparent.) The story pertains to the practice of female domination and the training of male slaves. I would hope that all people, especially women, would read it and learn from it. (Please note: Many of the quotations and events described herein are taken from my memory and the remembrances of the people described here. Every quotation might not be exactly "word-for- word" but it is an accurate account of what was said.)

It all started the summer after I graduated from high school; I did well in school, was accepted into a prestigious college, relatively popular, andÊ I had a boyfriend named Michael during my senior year, and we got along very well together; however, when the school year ended, he abruptly broke up with me. He said that he just did not feel comfortable in the relationship any more and thought it would be best if we did not see each other again. Since we had been going out for close to a year, I was very upset by this occurrence; I asked myself, "Why did it take him this long to discover that he was not comfortable with me? Why was he leading me on like this?" We did have some wild times together, and I did give him what he desired fairly often, sex; but coming to think of it, even though the act itself was a pleasurable experience, I would become irritated because Michael was always trying to be the dominant one during intercourse. And, it was not just with that, but with about everything else; he always wanted to have things done his way, and this behavior made me sometimes feel somewhat subjugated.

During the early part of the summer break, I became very irritated, because just thinking of how this man treated me and then just dumped me made me angry; my mother, seeing how upset I was suggested I take a vacation by myself. She mentioned such places as Hawaii, the Bahamas, and the like, but I did not feel like going somewhere where I did not know anyone, at this time. She then said, "You could go to your cousin's ranch in Mexico. Michelle (my cousin) told me it is quite peaceful and quiet, and you will be able to spend time with someone you know." I told her that would be a great idea and she told me that she would call her later and make the necessary arrangements.

A week later my mom drove me to the airport to board an airplane for Mexico; I had my bags checked, kissed by mom goodbye and got on the plane. A few hours later we landed in Mexico, and I looked around the airport for my cousin Michelle; she was not too hard to locate. She is a very beautiful twenty-five year old woman with gorgeous blond hair and deep blue eyes; she had a figure that many women would wish to have. So, we greeted each other and then got in a car which was chauffeured, with a very muscular, handsome man behind the wheel. As the car pulled away from the airport, Michelle told me that she had to discuss something very important with me. I said, "Go ahead."

"When we arrive at the ranch, you might see and hear things that at first, you believe are quite strange. But do not be alarmed. These are normal occurrences and you will begin to understand them very shortly. I will try to expose you to these events step-by- step, and explain to you the purpose so you will feel more comfortable with the situation."

"Okay." I did not know what else to say; I would have never dreamed of the events that were about to take place.

"Your mother told me about the situation with your ex-boyfriend and I am sorry. But after what you are about to experience, I think you will feel better."

"I hope so."

"Before we stop at the ranch, we will go my office which is about two miles from there. There, I will fill you in on some of the details; for now, you could just get some rest because we will arrive there in about an hour."

When the vehicle stopped, the driver got out of the car and opened the doors. Michelle led me into a room next to her office and locked the door. She said what she was about to tell me was to remain a secret, and not to tell anyone, not even the authorities. Michelle stated that she believes in and practices male subjugation and female superiority; she went through history and explained how males had domineered over females for centuries and abused them physically, psychologically, and sexually.

"Now it is time to turn the tables and return to the natural order to things, that is females should be the masters, and males should be the slaves."

She argued many points why females are superior to males, and at that time, some of them seemed plausible, but I was still very skeptical. She noticed this, and said maybe seeing how males could be controlled might make me understand her point of view.

"As I said in the car, we will expose you to this in stages. I believe the best way would for you to experience these procedures in chronological order, following the fate of one male. In fact, in about an hour we are going to collect one; the only thing I ask is that when you are observing this, please remain quiet and do not interfere."

I agreed to her conditions, being curious as to the events that were discussed. We got back in the car, and were driven into Texas, right near the U.S.-Mexican border. We pulled up to a decrepit motel in a desolated area. Michelle got out of the automobile and bought a soda from a machine on the exterior of the building. About five minutes later, Michelle motioned for me to follow her into the motel, which I did. She removed a key from her purse and opened up a door that led into a brightly lit room; this room was filled with many (about 20) young women. Michelle told me that these were her associates and they were about the capture a male that they had been observing for two weeks.

The male, Steve, as I later found out, was under constant surveillance by Michelle's associates. He had brown hair and blue eyes and was fairly muscular; I was told that he worked out regularly. The plan was to capture him without the use of too much force; so, these women worked out an ingenious, but simple, plan to catch their man. What they would do is to get him under their balcony and then throw a net on him to render his body immobile; the only problem was getting him out of his room directly below, and getting him under the balcony. One of them said that was easy and leave that to her. She went in the bathroom, and two minutes later came into the room wearing a white tee-shirt that was soaking wet; her large, firm breasts were plainly visible through this thin article of clothing.

She walked outside and positioned herself right in front of Steve's window; she pretended that she was trying to find something on the ground. In a few minutes he came out, staring at her chest, and began a conversation. While they were talking, a net was dropped from the balcony onto the unsuspecting male. He struggled to get loose, but his movement only caused him to get more tangled up; the young woman who attracted him outside got out a syringe and injected him, as I was later told, with an anesthetic, which caused him to fall asleep. He was hoisted up into the room, and put in a wooden box with air holes; this wooden box, in turn, was put into a van that was parked outside of the motel.

Michelle said, "Well this is the first stage of domineering. Now he shall be taken back to the ranch and trained to behave like an obedient servant."

We got back in the car, and drove back to Mexico, with the van following close behind. In about two hours we arrived at the ranch.

CHAPTER 2



I examined the area as best I could, because there was little light since it was the evening. The ranch was a large piece of property with many tidy buildings s**ttered throughout; in addition, there was a racetrack and strange devices present. Michelle told me there would be a great deal to see tomorrow and that I should get a good night's sleep. I wondered how I could sleep, just seeing what happened a few hours ago. Michelle led be to my room; it was a large room with a queen-size bed and many other luxuries. She said if I needed anything just to use the intercom and make my requests. I said I would do so, and she left and closed the door. For a few minutes I thought what had occurred that day, but I quickly fell fast asleep.

I was woken by Michelle in the morning, and served a quick breakfast; she said that the training of the male was about to begin and she did not want me to miss it. I walked with her to a gym, and went into a room with a window facing another room that contained much exercise equipment. I was told that I could see what was happening in the other room, but the special glass would not allow occupants of the other room to see me. While we were waiting for the procedure to begin, I began to ask a few questions.

"Besides the reasons you stated before, why do you do this?"

"Besides the philosophical reasons, there is also money to be made. This organization receives thousands of dollars from people who purchase these males as slaves."

"Who would purchase them?"

"There are many people who do this. Most are wealthy American women who want more out of life than just the normal routine."

I was just about to ask another question, when Steve was led into the room. He was wearing nothing besides white briefs. He was still lethargic from the injection the day before, and the group of females that led him in were easily able to tie him down to a special table that contained metal hooks expressly made for this purpose. Michelle said that they like their slaves free from body hair, and the process that was about to occur would remove this unwanted material. A group of them obtained electrolysis wands and began destroying hair roots on his chest, back, face, arms, and legs; he flinched slightly whenever these charged wands touched his skin, but because of the low power it was not very painful. After that was completed, one of them ripped off his pants and exposed his penis and balls. They removed the hair from and around his scrotum; because of the sensitive nature of the anatomy they were dealing with, he seemed a lot more agitated. The only hair they left was on the top of his head. When they were done, he was much more alert because the effects of the d**g had finally worn off. The women untied him and allowed him to stand up; he was still in a mild daze, and began to ask questions such as "Who are you? Where am I? Why are you doing this?" His questions were ignored and he was led off to another room.

I asked, "Where is he now?"

"He was just taken to get a drink of water and something to eat, because the next phase of the experiment will be pretty stressful."

Steve then was brought out by one woman only; she appeared to be a similar age as Michelle, and was also very beautiful. This time he was wearing a pair of boxer shorts.

"Can one woman handle that muscular guy?"

"Yes, or course. The only advantage males have over females is greater upper body strength; but their many weaknesses nullify that advantage."

The male began asking questions again; the woman who was about to train him said, "You are not here to ask the questions. You are here to obey." He began to talk, and then all of a sudden, she thrust her foot right into his balls; he doubled over in pain and covered his groin with his hands. She immediately pulled his hands away and kneed him in the nuts again; he fell to the floor and laid down on his stomach, trying the soothe the enormous pain he was experiencing. After a few minutes, giving time for him to recover, he was ordered to stand up, which he promptly did. He was told to use the machine in the corner to lift weights, and he immediately began to do as he was told. She ordered him to exercise quicker, and he obeyed for a about an hour; but then he became tired and began to slow down. He was ordered to quicken the pace, but he apparently could not because of sheer exhaustion. The trainer gave a hand signal, and a group of women who had been there before, entered the room. One of them stuck him with a electric prod, and a small, but painful, electrical shock shot through his body; he was then shackled to the table in which he was before when his body hair was removed. The trainer said, "This is what happens when you do not obey." One of the women removed the boxer shorts to expose his genitals; she grabbed his soft cock and began pulling like she wanted to take it out of the socket. It began to get hard against his will and she continued masturbating him until he was about to cum; then another one of them got some elastic material and wrapped it around his dick and balls, in order to maintain the erection. The one who masturbated him removed her pants and began riding his pulsating cock like a wild woman; but he could not ejaculate because of the elastic around his shaft. The other women, but not the trainer, then took turns using him, and the pain he was experiencing by not being able to cum with the squeezing sensation around his balls must havebeen incredible. He cried for them to stop, but that just made them fiercer; they stuck the prod on his cock and the shock made him jerk. I felt that I should do something to stop his agony, but I remembered my promise to my cousin and did not interfere. After about two hours of this, the trainer said that was enough and the others left the room; she removed the elastic from around his penis and balls and masturbated him for a few seconds until he came.

I inquired to Michelle, "What was the purpose of that?"

"That served to establish our authority and to humiliate him to some degree. However, what just happened was more pain than humiliation, and other stages of his training will concentrate more on humiliation. The trainer will become a maternal-like figure to him, and he will learn to obey her every command; it is part of the brainwashing technique that we utilize. We try to reduce their mind-set to that of a c***d, so that we can better be able to control their behavior and even their thoughts. Soon, he would just do about anything to please a female."

"And what is Steve being trained for?"

"He is going to be purchased by a wealthy female pop star in the States; she wants him to be obedient, but still have a little spunk."

"Don't you feel that you are doing something wrong, hurting people, abusing them."

"These males are not people to me; they are subjects that are being trained. We do not cause any permanent injury to these males, for that will lessen their value. Males have been abusing women throughout history, as I explained before, and we are just getting even. I see nothing wrong with that."

The trainer then ordered Steve to put on the boxer shorts and begin exercising again. I watched as I saw him straining and sweating, and I started to become horny at this sight. Then Michelle said we could go, and the great humiliation phase of the subjugation method would begin tomorrow. I reluctantly left the room and headed off with Michelle to her office on the ranch.

Her office was filled with photographs of males in various positions of servitude and pain. Shesaid that her operation is only one of many, and that the notion of female superiority is gaining wider acceptance throughout the world; but, most of the training facilities are located in Third World countries because there is less interference from authorities, who can be easily bribed. She explained how one day the world will be ruled by females, and how it would be a better place to live. We talked on this subject for a few hours, and then I retired for the night.

CHAPTER 3



The next phase of the training exercise involved fastening Steve to an outdoor stand, with his arms and legs tied so he could not move them. He was clothed with a tee-shirt and long pants; as I later discovered there were many women on the ranch who were not direct associates in Michelle's organization, but were there to observe and maybe become potential customers. They were each to remove an article of clothing from him for $5 which was eagerly done by the women present; only the clothes were allowed to be removed, and they were not permitted to do anything else to him. Finally, he had only a pair of briefs on, and a young woman who looked about my age got the chance to remove them; now he was completely nude and many women passed by and openly commented about every aspect of him. Michelle said the purpose for this was to degrade him and make him feel perpetually naked before females.

After about two hours of that, he was removed from the stand and placed on a platform; he was fastened to a metal pole fully exposed for everyone present to see. Michelle giggled, "This should be particularly interesting to watch." Now, the women would pay $1 to receive one hard plastic ball about the size of a baseball; they were to throw these balls at Steve and try to hit certain parts of him. The balls were designed to cause pain but not injury; the participants were to stand about 25 feet away from him, and try to hit him in the nuts. If they did this they would receive $5; if they hit his cock, $2 would be given to them. If any other area of his body was hit, they would not receive anything. About forty of them lined up and began to try at this game. The first two missed him completely, and the third ball bounced off his chest; but, the fourth woman in line hit him square in the balls and the crowd cheered. He let out what seemed like a whimper and tried to get away, but his struggling was useless. The game progressed and about ten more women received $5, and about three got $2; watching this fine physical specimen in agony and his ineffectual attempts to get loose aroused me.

When the game was over he was unfastened and taken off the platform; he was then outfitted with a special pair of pants, which she called Exposers. These pants looked like a pair of shorts except there was a large opening in the front to expose his cock and balls; on the waistband above his penis there was a lining of velcro. Michelle said his ass was covered for sanitary purposes, but his dick and testes were left exposed as a measure to further humiliate him. The velcro's purpose was to allow material to cover his genitalia if he was to be outdoors for a long period of time, so as to protect them from the dangers of ultraviolet light. When he was to be indoors, his penis and balls were to be uncovered.

Steve was led into one of the buildings with his trainer holding him gently by the penis. He did not seem to struggle anymore and he had a distant look in his eyes.

CHAPTER 4



For the next few days he was subjected to intense workouts; when I thought he was utterly exhausted, the trainer would force him to do more, and he obeyed as best he could. His physique became noticeably better toned as his training progressed and he seemed not to put up any resistance. Electrodes were connected to his cock and if his trainer did not feel he was putting out what she wanted, he would receive a mild, but painful, shock there; they found that this was better than kicking him in the balls too often, because he would need more time to recover from the pain. With the mild shocks the recovery period for the pain was drastically reduced, although at times he was struck between the legs.

Michelle wanted me to observe another male that was being trained at her facility; this one was giving them many problems and he would have to be punished. He was led out by a group of about ten women wearing different colored shorts and sports bras; they all looked very athletic and probably worked out often. He had Exposers on, like Steve, and his erection was visible. One of the woman commanded, "Get rid of that hard-on!"; when after a few seconds his dick did not become soft, a female in back of him kicked him in the testicles; he grabbed at his jewels in agony but his hands were pulled away by the group. They all began to attack him, punching him in the face, stomach, arms, legs, and balls; after about two minutes they stopped, and he lay sobbing on the ground. "You are not so resistant now, lover-boy. Now, get up!" He was not able to do so, and he was picked up by one of them and dragged away by the nuts. I have to admit that I thought all of this was pretty erotic; this man being controlled by these women like that; I felt that these women were getting even with this male, even though he personally did not probably do anything to displease them before he was captured. At this time I began to accept the notion of female superiority.

"Michelle, doesn't that injure the male and decrease his value?"

"It would if he was permanently injured. But they are professionals and mostly caused physical pain and psychological stress. In a few days there will be no physical evidence on hisbody that this ever happened to him. This was done to make him more obedient and not to injure him."

"And where did you get him? And how do you decide who you want to capture?"

"We captured him in New York, and then flew him down here. Usually we receive an order from an individual who wants a male as a slave. We find out as much as we can about him, to make our job of obtaining him more facile; then a group of our associates go to the location where he is, and quietly capture him, like we did with Steve. Many of our customers want to obtain males that have treated them poorly in the past, and they wish to get even with them; these males are usually ex-boyfriends and co-workers, but sometimes a customer just sees a picture of a subject, and not knowing him, just feels she wants to have him. Other males we just capture on our own, because we think they will fetch a high price or they have treated females with disrespect, and we could sell him to whoever wants him; that is why potential customers are permitted to visit this facility."

CHAPTER 5



"Today," Michelle giggled, "there will be two events that you would not want to miss. Steve will be in both of them."

We walked out to a track, that was actually composed of two separate oval-shaped sections; on the interior was a track that was covered with red, soft material; the exterior was paved with asphalt. There, on the soft track, I saw Steve, wearing his Exposers, with something attached to his penis.

Michelle explained, "That is a special fastener that was developed in this facility. Its purpose is always to remain around the subject's penis at all times; to do this a special mechanism is employed that always permits the fastener to remain snug, whether he has an erection or not. For example, if he gets hard, the fastener automatically loosens a little, but not too much as to fall off; when his dick becomes flaccid, the fastener tightens. It is always set to a constant "tightness" which can be adjusted; in addition, there is a lock on it, so as to prevent it from being removed without the key. The metal loop on the top is to allow rope and strings to be attached to it, for purposes which you will soon become aware."

A woman who I had not seen until this time came up to Steve and attached a thin, but sturdy, rope to the loop on the fastener; this rope than diverged into two separate ropes with handles attached to the ends. She then drew these ropes over his chest and around his shoulders and told him to get down on all fours which he promptly did. Now I could clearly see the effect the intense exercise program he was subjected to were having on him; his muscles had greatly increased in bulk, and I silently admired the wonderful specimen that he was.

She sat on his back and said, "When I do this, you go right," as she pulled on the right rope causing his penis to jerk right. "When I do this, you go left," as she yanked in the opposite direction. "When I do this," pulling on both ropes tightly, "you stop." Especially with the last pull I saw him wince. He said he understood, but then she scolded him because he did not have permission to speak. She ordered him to go, and he did. He crawled around the track with her tugging on the ropes connected to his cock. I revered the sight of seeing him straining to try to carry this woman around the track, and the expression on his face every time she pulled on the reigns. Next, he was forced to stand up with the woman still on his back and was ordered to perform the same procedure as before; but now his penis and testicles were more visible to me than before, as he struggled to walk around the track.

After giving him a few minutes to recuperate, another subject with a "rider" was brought to the track. He was lined up along Steve, who was stopped. Michelle yelled, "Ready, set, go!" They crawled around the track, which now had many observers in the stands around it, cheering for their favorite. Near the finish line Steve was ahead, but only slightly; the yelling from the crowd became more intense as the race was about to be completed. By a small margin Steve crossed the finish line first, and the many women in the stands were jubilant. As a reward for winning, Steve was masturbated by his rider in front of the crowd; the loser was kicked in the balls and taken off for further punishment.

It is at this time I noticed that many in the stands had their hands between their legs and were masturbating. Some even had video cameras and camcorders in which they recorded this event.

CHAPTER 6



Michelle giggled, "The next event is to be particularly brutal. I first saw it being done by another organization that trains males, also."

I asked what it was, but she just told me that it would be worth the wait to see it for myself. Steve was put on the large, asphalt track, with the fastener still connected to his penis. The woman who rode him previously disconnected the ropes he had on, and attached a long, thick rope to the fastener. The other end of the rope was attached to a small wooden cart with a seat in it; she climbed into the seat with an electric prod in her hand and told Steve to walk backwards. He tried and it seemed that his penis would be pulled out of the socket; he was stuck with the prod on his scrotum and the cart started to move slowly forward. By the looks on his face I could tell he was in great pain; I could hardly believe how he could pull that much weight by just his dick. The size of the audience had increased and most of them were wet between their legs; it was apparent that many of them had reached multiple orgasms. Steve tried to stop and rest, but every time he did, he would feel an electric shock to his balls. This was getting me extremely horny and I resisted the urge to masturbate. Michelle noticed how I was feeling, and said that if I wanted to borrow him that could be arranged; I said I would think about it and tell her later what my decision was.

When he approached the finish line, someone yelled out a time I do not remember; this was the time that it took him to complete the exercise. Michelle told me that this was an average time in the "penis-pull", and said that if he was to be specifically trained for this event, he would have to do better. But since his future owner basically wanted him as a household slave, this is not something that they would concentrate on. When he stopped he clutched at his groin and tears ran down his cheeks. The woman who rode in the cart remarked, "That does not hurt, now does it worthless slave." She disconnected the rope from the fastener on his penis and connected what looked like a leash; she grabbed the other end of this rope and walked him away.

"For males that are specifically trained for the penis-pull, there is a certain time limit that they have. If they exceed the time limit they are punished; but, considering this was Steve's first time at this event, he did relatively well."

"Besides the events that I witnessed before, are there any other methods of punishment?"

"Oh yes! We have many ways to punish males who do not obey us. Besides for the punishments that are done immediately, like sticking them with an electric prod and kicking them in the balls, there are other procedures that we use that we found very effective. In fact, I will take you to one right now."

CHAPTER 7



Michelle led me to a large brick building; she explained to me that this was their education and research center. Here they developed new methods of punishment, and often produced d**gs that would aid them in their work. Furthermore, this center was used to teach students about female superiority.

When I walked in, I thought I had walked onto a college campus. It was very well kept and there were a lot of college age women walking around with books. Michelle suggested that we enter one of the classrooms now, for classes were about to begin. We sat down in the back and the professor walked in a few seconds later with a male wearing Exposers. The professor, Dr. Christine Epstein, I learned formerly taught in a large university, but she was forced to resign her position because of intense sexual harassment by the male faculty and administration; Michelle told me the main reason she took this job was because she felt that the world we live in was unnatural. She felt that males had proven themselves to be inept leaders, and that females should take over all positions of leadership.

Her lecture today, as indicated on the chalkboard in the front of the classroom, was about effective punishment. She began the talk by saying that the punishments had to produce the intended results, an obedient male, but the male should not be permanently injured or disfigured because the value of him would be lessened. The first punishment she spoke of was to strike a male in the testicles; she explained that this was a very effective punishment because it produced much pain without too much effort on the punisher's part, and required no special resources. It also served to degrade him and make him feel inferior, because that was a weakness only a male possessed. But, she warned that if done with too much force and not in the proper manner, permanent injury could result; also, since the time for the male to fully recover from the pain was on average a few minutes (depending on the force utilized), this might not want to be done too often, since it could become counterproductive (ie. waste time). Another approach that she suggested that did not have as much "down time", was to firmly and sharply squeeze the balls; this did not produce as much pain as a direct strike, but with some males it was equally effective; also, there was less chance of permanent injury. However, she cautioned against twisting the testicles because of the high likelihood of lasting injury.

She motioned for the male to come to her; she told the class that she would demonstrate. Shetook her right hand and put them around his scrotum and gave a firm squeeze and held on for about five seconds; she released his testes as he let out a grotesque moan. He grabbed his nuts and began to massage them, in the hope that the pain would go away. She permitted him to do this and continued with her lecture. Also discussed were mild electrical shocks as a form of punishment, and the use of an elastic strap to prevent him from ejaculating when he was being masturbated. The professor glanced at her watch and told the students that time was up and she would see them next class session.

Michelle inquired as to what I thought about the lecture, and I replied that it was very interesting. I asked, "How do you know if you are kicking a guy in the nuts too hard?"

"I think the answer to that question would be better left to Dr. Epstein. Later on she can explain to you the proper technique and even give a demonstration."

I told her I would appreciate that, and she led me off to another classroom. The professor that was about to lecture was a former Biology instructor at a small private college; she also left for similar reasons as Dr. Epstein. Her name was Dr. Dawn Fessman, and she was to lecture about penile activity. A brown-haired male was brought in to the classroom by two women; she said that this male refused to complete the penis-pull and was very uncooperative in regard to his physical training; his hands and feet were tied and he was gagged. Dr. Fessman demonstrated areas on a male that could stimulate an erection; she put her hands near his abdominals and his prick came to attention; she squeezed his balls and it became flaccid. She teased his prick with her finger and he became hard again, but a firm grip to the balls brought it back down. Then she spoke of a new d**g that she had invented; its main effects were to promote and maintain an erection for a period of a few hours, or until the antidote was given, and to serve as an anesthetic so the male would lose sensation to his penis. It had a few side effects, such as serving as a stimulant, keeping the male awake, but in future versions of the d**g, Dr. Fessman hoped to eliminate these unintended attributes.

She took a hypodermic needle off her desk and put the d**g into it; she inserted the needle into the male's scrotum sac, but judging by the part of the needle still visible, it appeared that it had entered a testicle. Even through the gag, he emitted a scream that sounded like an a****l being tortured; his cock quickly swelled and became horizontal. Then, it became harder and assumed an almost vertical position, pointing at the ceiling and pulsating. This male looked terrified and there were tears in his eyes; the d**g would allow him to be enjoyed by females for hours and would not permit him to feel any sensations. She called for volunteers to masturbate him in an attempt to produce an ejaculation; almost everybody raised their hand, and the instructor chose a short blond girl in the third row. She came up, grabbed his pulsating prick and tried the best she could to make him cum; but after about twenty minutes of trying everything she knew about this subject, she gave up. Dr. Fessman said, "Well, we might as well have a little fun with him."

With that remark, the students formed a line. They removed their pants and began riding his engorged penis, him not being able to stop them. This continued for the entire class period, which when the period ended, Michelle and I left to have lunch and to swim in the pool behind her office.

We went to the research center about six hours later, because I wanted to see what happened to the male who was injected with Dr. Fessman's d**g. He was found in the same place where we left him, his cock still pointing to the ceiling; Dr. Fessman was sitting at the computer in the room, typing something into a word processing program. She mentioned that she was soon to administer the antidote and inquired if I would like to watch. I answered yes.

She asked the subject if he would cooperate with his exercise program and complete the penis-pull. He pleaded that he would; she pulled out a needle and inserted it into his groin; this time he did not scream, for the d**g had temporarily deadened feeling in his balls. In a few seconds he ejaculated and his penis became soft. He was then led away by the professor.

CHAPTER 8



Michelle asked me if I would like to borrow Steve tonight. I hesitated for a few seconds, and then answered yes. She said I could do anything with him that would not cause permanent injury or disfigurement.

That night, I heard a knock on my door; I opened it up to find Steve wearing his Exposers, but with his penis and balls covered. I let him in and ordered him to remove the covering, which he obediently did. His cock was in an unexcited state, and I knew I could physically stimulate his penis so as to cause an erection; but for my own personal reasons I wanted to do something more. I wanted to feel that I was sexy, and I wanted him to think so too. So I ordered him to sit down on a chair in the room; then I went into the bathroom and put on a see-through teddy; after all, I wasn't as busty as Michelle, but I still was well endowed with a firm chest. I walked out of the bathroom towards Steve; to my pleasure he was getting hard. As I observed when he was in the beginning stages of his conditioning, I put an elastic strap around his prick and nuts.

I began to ride his swelled cock like there was no tomorrow; I could see the agony in his facecaused by his feeling to ejaculate, but the elastic did not permit him to do so. But I still kept bouncing on his member for about half an hour, reaching multiple orgasms. Then I removed the strap and began playing with his balls; I gave gentle, but firm, squeezes and he let out little yelps as I did so; this made me very excited, but I wanted something more. Even though he was very obedient, I felt that I somehow wanted to obtain more power over him; I wanted to punish him! However, he had done nothing wrong, and I could find no excuse to reprimand him; then I thought of an occurrence I had seen before, a disobedient male being punished by the group of athletic women.

I ordered him to do something he probably could not do on his own; he still had an erection, so I ordered him "to make that cock soft in thirty seconds!" After my imposed time limit it was still hard, and I walked right up in front of him and said in a firm tone, "Get rid of that boner now!" Ten seconds later I lifted my knee and thrust it directly into his balls; I felt both of his nuts being sandwiched between his own body and my knee. At this point I felt as if years of frustration over being unfairly dominated my males had been lifted from me; it was as if almost all of the pent up anger inside me had been released. He doubled over and kneeled on the floor, holding his precious possessions.

After a few minutes I began to worry because he was lying on the floor, still holding his testicles, crying; I began to think that I maybe did it too hard and seriously hurt him. I walked over to him and said that if he behaves I would not punish him. I told him to let go of his crotch, which he slowly did. While holding his scrotum I looked to see if there were any signs of injury; I did not find any, but I told myself I would inform Michelle tomorrow about this incident.

I told him to leave, which he did with tears welled up in his eyes. I then went to bed, but could not sleep for about an hour, worried that I may have devalued Steve.

CHAPTER 9



The next day, I promptly told Michelle what happened; she laughed and said, "many of these males just try to obtain sympathy. They are examined every night and I can tell you Steve is not physically injured; he was more emotionally hurt because he believed that he had not pleased you. That is part of the indoctrination process; he wishes to please females, and if he feels that he has failed in this endeavor, then he believes that he has failed in life. This insures that they will not try to escape; their life revolves around obeying their mistresses."

I expressed an open sigh of relief, and told her that I really was worried that I damaged him. She said that was understandable, since it was my first time with a trained male.

Michelle led me back to the research and education center. There was a new machine being tested today that was designed to punish males. We walked in the room and I saw a group of women in white lab coats looking over the machine. The machine looked like something that would be found on a farm that is used to milk cows; I asked Michelle what it was, but she referred my question to one of the technicians.

"A device very similar to this was originally developed at another male training facility that is not affiliated with our organization; but we constructed one that used less materials, thus costs less money, but serves the same purpose and works just as effectively. It applies some of Dr. Fessman's research work, and provides a practical application."

I inquired, "I don't wish to be rude, but what does it actually do?"

"Glad you asked. Do you see these openings over here? In these openings you insert a subject's penis in the upper one, and in the lower one goes the testicles. Then, once they are in, the openings close in such a way as to firmly wrap around the penis and testes, but not so tight as to cause injury; there is a special soft material that comes in contact with the male parts to further decrease the likelihood of the male being injured. The machine then strokes his penis until it is fully erect and until the male is almost at the point of ejaculation; then it squeezes his testicles to cause the penis to become flaccid. After it is pliable, the machine automatically causes an erection again, and then applies pressure to the testes to make it soft. This process continues until the machine is turned off. One good facet about this method of punishment is that is causes no physical damage, but tests at the facility where it was developed showed that it was very effective. In fact, we are about to begin a demonstration. You are more than welcome to watch."

A subject was brought in the room and tied to four metal poles protruding from the floor. Themachine was then wheeled over to him, and his cock and balls inserted in the machine; one of the technicians flipped the power switch and the machine wrapped around his organs. There was a sound that resembled something being pumped, as he was being brought to a near orgasm; then there was a low humming sound as the machine concentrated on applying pressure to his nuts. With this the subject began to emit sounds like he was in pain, but a few seconds later the pumping sound was heard again and he became quiet.

The machine went through its cycle of squeezing his balls and stimulating an erection for aboutforty-five minutes. One of the technicians asked, "Will you be obedient?" He answered, "Yes! Just please get me off this machine! I will to anything! Just, please stop it!" With that the machine was deactivated and his dick and balls were removed from it, noticeably red from the ordeal they had been through. One of the women in the white lab coats grabbed his penis and led him out of the room.

"Another great development from our research and development team!" Michelle exclaimed. "I am sorry to tell you that I have to go away on business tomorrow, and I won't be back for about a week. There is an order I have to pick up around Los Angeles."

"Why is he being captured?"

"This subject was a client's boss. He harassed her almost every day at work by making lewd comments and forcing her to wear clothes that he liked; if she did not comply with this, he told her that she would be fired. So, through a friend of a friend (how most of the clients are obtained) she found out about our organization and contacted us. We discussed what our services were, and after a few minutes she decided to take advantage of them."

Michelle said that tonight we would visit a nearby city before her business trip. When we arrived there it reaffirmed my beliefs that Michelle was doing the right thing; in this place, as in almost all areas, women were constantly being abused. They were forced to sell themselves and compelled to display themselves in strip joints; some were being physically abused, and I even saw one poor woman being punched in a bar. It became very clear to me now that this male-dominated society had to be replaced, and soon.

When we arrived back at the ranch, Michelle introduced to one of her associates. Her first name was Heather, and she was twenty, two years older than myself; she told me that she attended a small public college and that she worked here during the summer. She shared some of her experiences of males mistreating her, including the time she was ****d right in front of her dormitory. She, like most of the women working with Michelle, had had enough of being abused by males and being constantly taken advantage of; she practically pleaded with Michelle to permit her to work for her, as a way of getting even. Heather recounted her first time capturing a male; it was one of the most emotionally gratifying experiences that had ever happened to her.

The male that she and her co-workers was to capture was twenty- three years old; he had been ordered by this subject's former girlfriend. "He had frequently abused her, but kept apologizing after he did this and told her he would never do it again," Heather said. "She, like many women in her position, believed him, but the cycle just continued; finally, one day she threatened to call the police, but he pulled the phone out of the wall and beat her up pretty severely. Then he left with most of her money and valuable possessions. After a few months she found out about us, and then placed an order for him; she did not have money to pay us, but we decided for humanitarian reasons, and to prevent this jerk from hurting any more females, to train this male for her with no charge.

"We investigated him to find out where he lived. Within two weeks we found out where he was staying, and within a few days we were there. He was living in a small cottage off a county highway; this cottage could not be seen from the road, which made our job that much easier. Well, to make it easier to a***** him, one of us parked a car on the side of the road near his house and pretended that it broke down; the rest of us were hiding in the woods around the building. She walked up to the house and knocked on the door; he opened it and she told him about her 'problem.' He said that he would look at the car; so when he walked out, we all ran out of the woods and he was injected with an anesthetic. He was then placed in a cage, which was put into one of our vans; he was then carted off to our ranch.

"Now here is where the fun began! As he came to, and noticed he was naked, he exclaimed, 'What the Hell!' and became belligerent; he tried to make a dash for the door, but my kick directly to his balls fouled his plans. With him experiencing the excruciating pain from his scrotum, it was easier for us to restrain him by tying him to a special table. We then, like we do to all our males, removed all of his body hair with electrolysis wands; then we got to play. I began to stroke his penis until it was hard. I then stuck him on the penis with an electric prod and his dick immediately became soft; I masturbated him again and stuck him with the prod, putting him through this process probably for twenty minutes. This was making me extremely horny, degrading this scum like this. Then one of my friends yelled, 'Hey Heather! We want to have some fun too. Give us a turn.'

Well, I thought it was only fair. One of them masturbated him until he was hard again and thenput a strap around his cock and balls to keep the erection. Then we had a field day; we took off our pants and reached multiple orgasms on his pulsating prick. He began sobbing because of his intense feeling to cum, but he could not do so. One of the girls asked, 'Why don't we start building him up now?' We all agreed to do this my making him do push-ups. We undid his prick and balls and untied him from the table; we could tell he was becoming more obedient because when he was ordered to lay on the floor, he did so. But the other women knew from experience that he was only frightened, not humiliated.

We told him to do push-ups; he said he could not do push-ups, and then I gleefully kicked him in his exposed nuts. I yelled, 'Who gave you permission to speak? You only talk when we tell you to do so.' Even though he was laying there trying to soothe is aching balls, I commanded him to do the push-ups now; but, my colleagues said to let him have a minute to recover. After the minute was over, I again told him to do them. He got down on all fours and slowly pushed himself up; I ordered 'Faster, you worthless dick!' I was about to kick him between the legs again, but one of my co-workers said not to do so because he could be permanently injured, but instead handed me an electric prod; I stuck it into his scrotum, not piercing the skin, and he cried out in pain. He began to do the push-ups faster, but he was becoming very tired; one girl told me that was enough for now and asked me to get him off the ground and bring him outside to clean him up.

So, I told him to stop doing to push-ups and get up. I then grabbed his dick and brought him outside. I tied him up to a metal pole near the hose and turned on the water; to my delight there was a nozzle connected to the hose that could direct the water into a thin, fast-moving spray. I first sprayed him down with a fine spray; then I pressed down on the nozzle and directed it directly at his balls. He screamed in pain as the powerful stream of cold water hit his nuts; I began to wonder how males could have come to dominate the world. They seemed so easy to defeat and dominate. I let this fun go on for a few minutes and then brought him inside and dried him off. I fitted him with a pair of Exposers and locked him in a holding room."

I told Heather that I too saw a male being captured and go through training. I began to tell her about my experience, but I glanced at my watch at saw that it was near midnight. We saidgood-night to each other and I went off to bed, feeling hot from Heather's account.

CHAPTER 10



The next day Heather knocked on my door and said Michelle asked her to show me around the facility. She took me to what they call a sports training facility; it contained a few fields, with equipment for such games as baseball, soccer, hockey, and football.

Heather told me, "This is another place that was supposed to be used for our pleasure and profit, but it did not quite work out. The idea was to have the males play regular sports, and then to have visitors bet on the team that they thought would win. But, one of the first problems was with the things they had to wear; we could not leave their prick and balls exposed, for the game would not progress too far because they would be banged in the nuts too often. So, we had to put sports cups on them, depriving us of seeing their penis and balls; also, the quality of the game was poor. They were trying to please us, and it was cute for awhile, but that eventually wore off. And, even though all of the coaches and other people in authority were all female, some of these subjects would form bonds with each other, and some leaders would emerge; this was not a threat to us, since we had them under our complete control, but we did not think it was beneficial. We found that such events as riding them or the penis-pull were more to our liking."

She then brought me to a building near the sports facility. "This is where our slaves battle with each other for our female pleasure. We try to pick two males that are similar in strength and make them wrestle freestyle; we have rules to minimize permanent injury to the males and we do not allow then to strike each other's groin. To win, one contestant must pin the other one on the mat for five seconds or one contestant must be made so weak as not able to continue. In fact, in about ten minutes a match is about to begin. Do you want to stay and watch?"

I enthusiastically answered, "Yes!"

The two males were brought him by separate trainers into the ring. A woman, wearing black- and white- striped shorts and sports bra, which made her look like a referee, entered the ring and walked to the center. To the large audience that was present, she announced over the public address system, "Let the match begin!"

With that the two males, named Richard and Trey, according to the names displayed on their Exposers, began to wrestle. First, Richard grabbed Trey and used what appeared to be a wrestling move (I have to admit I do not know much about wrestling) and brought him to the ground. The referee began to count. At that point, I thought at that point Richard was going to win, but then Trey somehow got a hand loose and punched his opponent in the stomach; Trey threw Richard off him and got up, and began to punch him in the face; Richard covered his face with his hands and kicked his adversary in the kneecap. Trey fell down and Richard quickly pounced on him. The woman in the referee's clothing counted, "One. . . Two. . . Three. . . Four. . .Five!" As this was occurring I looked around and saw a sight I had seen during the penis-pull; many women had there hands between their legs and were cumming all over themselves. I was paying too much attention to the match to participate in that myself, but at later events I did enjoy myself also.

Trey did not get up after the referee counted to five. She (the referee) to reward Richard for winning, masturbated him in front of the audience. After he ejaculated he was led away by his trainer with a smile on his face.

Heather in a disappointed tone said, "That was no match. It was over too quickly. Even though there is nothing like the sight of two males fighting for the pleasure of females, the punishment for the loser is even better. The audience places bets on these males, and especially for the women who lost, they had better see some good punishment!"

She grabbed my arm and quickly took me to the rear of the building. There I saw a heavy pulley system connected to a machine that apparently operated the pulleys. "This should be particularly delightful," Heather giggled. "What we do is attach a fastener to his penis and then attach the rope hanging from that pulley to the fastener. Then we hoist him up but allow him to hold on with his hands; eventually he becomes tired and just hangs there by his penis."

I could see that she was becoming excited just talking about it. Of all the methods of punishment I had seen so far, I thought that this was the most brutal. I asked, "How can their penises support the weight of their whole body?"

"I don't know. It just does. As you will see, it looks like it will be pulled out of the socket; but it doesn't. We don't leave them like that for too long."

Trey was then led in by the referee. The fastener was attached to him and the rope connected to the fastener; the rope was then tied to the pulley system. The machines began to hum, and he was hoisted up about six feet into the air. He held on for his manhood for a few minutes. I could see him struggling to hold on, as his muscles bulged out from his body; I began to see what Heather saw in this. Finally he became too exhausted to hold on and his hands slowly loosened from the rope. Then came one of the most sexy sights I had ever seen; he was dangling by his penis in sheer agony, holding onto it, attempting to soothe his member. After a few seconds I became so excited I began to get wet between my legs. But like all good things, this had to come to an end. He was brought down and the rope was unfastened. He was carried off in a stretcher, sweating and grabbing onto his precious groin.

After I calmed down I began to think of why this act of destroying this man sexually excited me so; he was forced to suffer extreme pain, which some might even call torture. But then I thought that males have been maltreating females for centuries and this is only a form of getting even; and, they were not permanently injured, only compelled to suffer pain and humiliation.

"Now that was good punishment! Now, if you want, I can take you to someone who specializes in training our most obstinate males."

"Lead the way."

We walked for about ten minutes to one corner of the ranch. Heather led me to a two-story brick building with a thick metal door. When we entered I looked around; I saw whips, chains, electric prods, metal balls, and other devices I do not know the names of. In the corner was a sweaty, muscular, brunette woman wearing a crop top and spandex pants, exercising.

"That is Amy; if she can't train them, nobody can."

I said hello and introduced myself to Amy. Heather told her I was a relative of Michelle's and asked her to explain how she got involved in this and what she does.

Amy began, "Well, where should I start? Okay, I joined the Marines when I was twenty looking for a little excitement and adventure; I thought I could get this in the Marines. But as soon as I got there I knew there would be problems. Because I was a woman many of the officers felt I was weaker than the male soldiers and could not perform as well; also, because of some stupid official policies I was not allowed to participate in combat and some other activities that permit you to rise in the ranks. Basically, I was treated as a second-class citizen; but I did not quit. I decided to let the Marines train me, and when I got out I would use that training to get back at them. Well here I am; as Heather probably told you I train the males with balls. And when they get through with me, they're lucky if they have balls! Well, I am k**ding; I do not castrate them, but after they have been with me for awhile, they will never disobey a female again!"

"I assume you use these devices I see around the room to help you train them."

"You bet! They are designed to cause pain and humiliation but not permanent injury. This is an excellent job, and I even get paid!"

She laughed after she said the last statement and then recounted some instances in which she was worked with difficult males. The most memorable for her was the male who was an officer in the Army. "I beat his balls bad." She described the procedure that she used to humiliate him; first, in front of a large audience in the stadium that is normally utilized for male wrestling, she brought this subject in.

"I told him if he won a match in freestyle wrestling with me, he would be set free; he was so cocky as to smile. I told him there were no rules except that the first person to quit for any reason would be the loser; he did not want to wear Exposers and for the fun of it, I gave him a pair of boxer shorts to wear. After all, I knew after this match he would be more than happy to wear the Exposers if I would not hurt him anymore. To put on a show I did not put up much of a fight in the beginning; when he lunged for me I quickly got out of the way. Finally I let him grab onto me and he tried to wrestle me to the ground; I promptly threw him off of me, but not before he ripped off the sports bra that I was wearing. There I was standing in this ring with all these people watching me with my tits hanging out! Well, that was it. This male would have to pay for that. I looked at him and he had another smile on his face; I could also see him getting hard beneath his shorts looking at my exposed breasts. At that point I didn't even care that my breasts were showing; I just ran towards him like a freight train and threw my fist into his balls. I collided with him so fast that he did not have time to move out of the way; he kneeled on the ground with his hands covering his aching nuts. Then I pulled off the pants he was wearing, kicked him in the face, which then caused him to put his hands over his face. Well that was just what I wanted; I grabbed his already hurt pride and joy and dragged him in agony to the other side of the ring; there I kicked him in the stomach, legs, arms, and other parts of his body. I grabbed one of his nuts and began squeezing; he cried out in pain and I responded with a knee to his groin. I got up seeing that he would probably not want to continue with this, and also for the reason that I did not want to cause permanent damage. I teased him, 'I thought you were a tough boy! But you're nothing but a wimp, getting beaten by a woman.' I then remembered my chest was naked, but then a referee walked up and handed me a tee-shirt which I put on; before I left the ring I struck him between the legs one more time. I knew this was something that he would never forget; and now he would obey!"

I told her that I admired her for personally physically defeating a male alone; I said that I probably could not do it.

"Of course you can! You just concentrate on his weak points, both physical and mental. Of course his physical weak spot is his balls and dick, and males also have mental weak areas like their pride and their belief that they are superior to females. But if you use these weak spots to your advantage the male will be humiliated and learn that he is inferior to females."

"And, by the way, what happened to this male that you just told me about?"

"Now he is owned by a former female soldier who had to contend with many of the same problems I had in the military. And just to let you know, that incident of me defeating him in the ring was painless as compared to some of the other procedures that are used; he got away with it easy."

"If that was easy, I cannot even imagine what else you could do, with the exception of the penis-pull or letting him hang by his dick maybe."

"If you want to wait a few minutes a subject is scheduled to be trained by me."

I asked Heather if she would mind if I watched this. "Be my guest. That's what we're here for." As I thought about what possible methods could be used to train an unruly subject, a male was brought in by two women holding a leash, connected to a collar around his neck. He was wearing a tee-shirt and shorts, which I thought was unusual; I expected him to come in wearing Exposers. The two women took off the leash and left the room; Amy walked up to the subject, who was standing in what appeared to be a defiant posture. She calmly told the male to remove his clothing, but he just stood there with his arms crossed and staring straight ahead; she ordered him again, but his behavior remained the same. Amy then walked away to one wall and retrieved a whip that hung on it, and walked back to the male. She ordered, this time in a much firmer voice, her previous command; he again refused to do so. She took the whip in her hands and flung it towards the slave; it hit his chest and caused his shirt to rip, and after a few more whips, the shirt fell off onto the floor. He had no visible injuries on his chest, because as I later learned this whip was not designed to cause injury to organic tissue; but he did flinch when the whip hit his chest. She ordered him to remove his pants, but after a few seconds he did not do so; she took the whip and flung it towards his waist, hitting him on the side, tearing his pants, but not hitting his genitals. This was repeated numerous times until his pants fell off, exposing his soft cock and balls.

She walked back to the wall and returned the whip she had utilized, but retrieved one locatednear to it. She whipped the subject on the scrotum, which he immediately grabbed. Compared to what I had seen on this ranch already, all of Amy's methods seemed pretty docile; I began to wonder if Amy and Heather knew what they were talking about when they said that Amy's methods were brutal.

But these thoughts began to fade away in the next few minutes. Amy gave a sharp kick to the male's face, and he fell back onto the floor. She pulled out of her pocket was looked like a large paddle; she pressed a lever on the handle forward and a multitude of sharp needles appeared. While he was still covering his face, she struck him with this device on the leg; he put his hands there in an attempt to protect himself, but then she hit him with it on the stomach. Now, it was becoming particularly violent. She pulled the needles out of his stomach and whacked him in the balls; he screamed like he was going to die. The sound he emitted made it sound as if he was being chopped up alive! Then through a voice that made the words hardly distinguishable, this poor, defeated subject cried, "I will do whatever you say! Just please stop! You're killing me! You're killing me!"

Amy would not heed his requests. She kicked him in the stomach and kneed him in the groin. She pulled him up by the penis and struck him in the nuts again, which caused him to meet the floor. She took an electric prod and stuck it up is ass and activated it; he screamed in pain and she pulled it out, only to reinsert it again. Then, while shocking him in his bowels she punched him in the nuts; when her fist met his testicles she roughly grabbed them and began squeezing. He was