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It is the future all over the globe. After thousands of years of
oppression women rose up and decided that they needed to take control.
Little by little they organized themselves, and through combined
political, economical and scientific efforts they decided to change the
future of mankind. A new drug was stealthily taken by women that
resulted in a significant decline in male births. So in a few
generations women outnumbered men more than ten to one. Then women took
power suddenly and everywhere.
But the new leaders realized that men would try to organize rebellions.
All weapons were banned and confiscated. Most men, not understanding
the danger, went along and were soon disarmed and grossly outnumbered.
Then the leaders decided that they needed a method to keep men under
control in order to assure there would be no rebellions. The method
chosen was forced feminization. Women quickly realized that men forcibly
dressed in revealing and slutty female clothing would find it impossible
to assert themselves. Then came the banning of all male clothing.
Soon outnumbered men were chased, captured and stripped by hordes of
laughing women. The once proud men found that physically, they were no
match for groups of women. They found themselves grabbed and humiliated.
Those who tried to fight back were slapped senseless or spanked into
submission.. Soon all captured males faced a daily regime of being
forcibly feminized by leather-clad policewomen and roaming female gangs.
Very soon the Tight Law was passed ensuring that all men wore tights 24
hours a day or face arrest. All men knew that a night in the hands of
the horny Fem Police was not a good thing.
However some men still rebelled. A group rebels had established a secret
camp hidden in the woods.
A large group of females approached the camp from three sides. A lone
male sentry was taken by surprise and grabbed by half a dozen giggling
females. He struggled but was quickly grabbed, stripped and spanked into
tearful submission. Quickly they forced him into tights, frilly panties
and bra, and tied him to a tree as an example to others.
The women quickly moved through the trees towards the men's main base
now. A radio message informed them that the others were in place and
ready to pounce. With a battle cry of "COME ON LETS GET EM LADIES" the
three groups closed on all sides.
The rebel leader, Jason, quickly awoke and realized that all was not
well. Quickly summoning his men to take a stand he knew that unless they
stood their ground from the impending female attack all was lost. All
around now screaming leather-clad women were taking down Jason's
outnumbered rebels. The men fought bravely, but like every male/female
battle that had taken place in recent years, the more numerous women
were easily able to overpower the males. Jason knew his days of freedom
were over as he saw man after man spanked into tearful, humiliating
submission, and forcibly dolled up in female clothes.. He knew it was
time to call a retreat and get as many out as he could. Jason gave the
order as the last few men fell back and attempted to make good their
escape. He took one last look at his fallen comrades. Once proud men,
now being forced into ladies lingerie and sexy clothing. Some being
carried helplessly shoulder high like trophies by gangs of women all
cheering and laughing.
Jason turned and ran, just as eight laughing women came out of nowhere
and attempted to grab him. He avoided them (barely) and made good his
escape. As he did, he heard screaming female voices on the right.
Looking around he saw 20 more grinning women. Jason had one chance left,
straight ahead. As he crashed through the trees, he saw yet more of his
men pinned down and being stripped and spanked ten, twelve or fifteen
women, . My God they were everywhere he thought. He caught up with the
last two still-free men as they all made for their escape vehicle. As
they approached more women came from around the back of the vehicle and
blocked their path. Jason stopped and heard the mocking voices all
around him. Women were approaching from all sides. when he saw his last
two comrades surrounded by a score of laughing women. In panic, he ran.
Jason knew he should have bravely tried to help his fallen comrades. But
the 30 or more approaching women all brandishing handfuls of tights,
lingerie etc and telling him what they were going to do to him made him
think again.
As the last of his comrades were seized by many hands and spanked into
submission Jason fled into the night.
He ran blindly this time off to the left. By now he had lost all sense
of direction. He heard female laughter all around. He stopped to catch
his breath.
"Here's another one," came a voice from behind Jason, that made him
jump.
Jason quickly turned and slowly stepped back as more than 20 grinning
women all stood facing him, in their hands black silky tights, red lacy
panties and bra.
"No please," no begged Jason, as they approached, he slowly started to
step backwards. Turing to flee again he saw he was surrounded by over
60 grinning women.
"Please ladies please, you don't have to do this." But the women just
licked their lips and kept approaching.
Jason could only stand looking in all directions for a way out, but he
was hopelessly surrounded and outnumbered. But he was not going to let
them feminize him without a fight.
As they closed in he took to the offensive, charging and punching
desperately as though he were Hercules in one of those old movies. But
the women easily avoided his fisticuffs and he was quickly subdued and
held struggling helplessly between them.
They lifted him off his feet to hold his wiggling form face down between
them. He fought to get free but that was hopeless. They let him tire
himself out in his macho struggles. Soon exhausted and wheezing like a
bus he lay limp in their tight embrace. He knew what was coming and
prayed. His ass was bared and then it began. Numerous hands were
slapping his behind and his ass and upper thighs hard were instantly on
fire. He struggled anew but could hardly move. His pathetic screams rent
the night. He quickly surrendered begging them to stop. But the avenging
hands continued their terrible work for several more minutes before a
sobbing, now compliant Jason, desperate to avoid more spanking, was put
back on his feet. The humiliation and realization of being so easily
subdued and spanked by women ended all thoughts of resistance.
He stood passively in defeat as hands that only moments ago had so
terrified him now gently undressed him. He knew those same hands would
instantly resume the humiliating punishment if he, in any way, were to
displease the ladies, and it was now his sincere desire to not
disappoint them. But even then he felt a sharp slap to his thigh when
he failed to respond quickly when asked to raise his arms.
Once nude, his conquerors dressed the defeated Jason in feminine finery.
First came make up. This proved to be a mess due to his unstoppable
sobbing. Someone produced a Victorian era wardrobe. First, a cleverly
designed leather thong was affixed around his genitals that completely
pulled his penis and testicles back to where they were completely
unnoticed. Then a pair of silky red panties were forced on him, with a
slap to the thigh when he hesitated to step into them. Then a DD size
bra stuffed hard with tissue was hooked around his chest. Then he was
tied tight in a corset to emphasize a small hour-glass waist. With
encouraging slaps on the legs, he he raised his arms to receive a pink,
crinoline petticoat. Over that came a full-length, sleeveless green
taffeta gown. Lastly, to cap the humiliation, a green, silk, flowery,
ribboned bonnet was tied around his head. He looked strikingly like
Scarlet O'Hara.
With a bellowing cheer they lifted him again. Fearing another spanking
he cried out. "For God's sake not again!!" But his panties were not
pulled down or his gown pulled up for more spanking. Mercifully, he
would not be spanked again as long as he behaved. Instead he was held
this time by the ladies in a sitting position resting on dozens of
hands, resembling a lovely princes in all her finery.
In this way the giggling feminine throng carried the feminized Jason
high in the air like a great prize through the dark forest. Soon he had
joined his likewise spanked into cooperating and forcibly cross dressed
comrades.
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