The GA - Daphne and Gina

The naked medical student spent an hour questioning Craig about his attitude to women, his sexuality and his deepest, most secret desires. She found him to be a natural pussy worshipper, who had a secret desire to worship a woman's tits and ass as well. They would work this into his deprogramming, and report the results to his new owner Gina.

He had no particular feelings either way about being fucked with a strapon, and didn't like the thought of being spanked, whipped or otherwise punished. The medical student had seen many males change their minds about the strapon after being introduced to it, especially the high-tech models that could stimulate the prostate. She was sure he would end up begging to be fucked with one.

The medical student found that Craig had no petmale, equine or other specialist tendencies, but she did find that Craig was bicurious. Many women found this delightful, as it opened up so many more avenues of enjoyment. He was all set to be a standard service slave. The deprogramming sequence would blast away the last of his patriarchal beliefs and any shame about his sexual orientation, leaving him free to be the happy, naked slave of his Mistress Gina.

A stern, older doctor had taken responsibility for Danny's questioning. Those males who had to be restrained often required a more experienced touch to bring out their inner slave, and she relished the opportunity.

She stood in front of Danny and began to question him, "Do you believe in the superiority of women?"

"No, miss."

"Why not?"

"I believe men are stronger and more powerful."

"I am a woman. My physical strength is superior to yours. The nanites we injected you with restrict your strength and prevent you from ever using violence. Accept this to be true."

"Yes, miss," said the drugged male.

"Do you believe in the superiority of women?"

"No, miss."

"Why not?"

"I believe men and women should be equals."

"Do you believe they can be equals?"

"No, miss."

"Why not?"

"Because one sex will always dominate the other."

"Which sex should be dominant?"

"I don't know miss!"

"In my society there is no crime, hunger or poverty, no ill health. Is my society superior to yours?"

"Yes, miss."

"Then who should rule society: men or women?"

"Women, miss."

"Good boy." The doctor made many notes on the pad. This one would need intense deprogramming. Not nearly as much as some men, but more than many.

"Now, Danny. Do you like to go down on women?"

"No miss."

"Why not?"

"I don't think I'm very good at it, miss." Danny was surprised at his own answer. He had never realised this was why he rarely went down on Daphne. The doctor made a note that Danny had a clear training need.

"And what if you were good at it? Would like it then?"

"I think so, miss."

"Good boy."

"Tell me about your sexual desires, Danny. Hold nothing back."

The doctor listened intently and made notes as Danny told all. Just like Craig, Danny revealed himself to be bicurious as well. The doctor wasn't surprised – though she thought again that this was such a repressed planet. Across the galaxy, bisexuality was extremely common.

Unlike Craig, Danny was definitely interested in being fucked with a strapon. It seemed that he had fantasised at length about Daphne doing just that to him, but never had the courage to say. The doctor would send all this information to the male's new owner. She imagined Daphne would take his anal cherry as soon as possible.

In all other ways, though, Danny and Craig were quite alike. They weren't interested in being pets, ponyboys, or maids in dresses. The medical student and the doctor finalised their reports and sent them to the deprogramming team. They would create a customised series of images and prompts that would tear down the boy's mental defences and make them into happy, functional slaves.

Chapter 2

While Danny and Craig were being prepped for deprogramming, Daphne and Gina were having quite a different experience. They were led through the corridors to a plush hall where females of the Gynarchic Alliance waited to give the Earth-women some lessons in enslavement. All around the room were naked male slaves, all collared, from all manner of different species. About half stood on two legs, with the other half mostly crawling on all-fours.

Gina took in the sight of the male slaves. She thought the petmales crawling around were pretty cute. She loved it when they barked and wagged their tails. Males holding trays circulated, handing out drinks and canapes. Daphne and Gina couldn't help but notice that a fair number of the women were naked, or almost naked.

Gina saw one girl she recognised from her university course, human just like her. She had long, flowing red hair and had removed her top and bra. The girl caught Gina's eye and winked. Gina started to feel overdressed.

From the rear of the room, a tall, green-skinned alien woman entered, trailed by four leashed human male slaves. The alien woman wore a long, flowing dress of dark silk. The males were mostly naked. One seemed to be a fairly generic slavemale: he walked on two feet, had full use of his hands, and wore a collar and cock cage. One was a petmale, walking on all-fours. His tail looked so real – in fact it was a flesh-and-blood part of him. Next to the petmale walked a male maid, dressed up in a French maid's uniform, with immaculate hair and nails. Finally, a ponyboy on two legs made up the group. He wore a bit, bridle and blinders and his arms were bound behind his back.

"Women of Earth, welcome to your new lives!" shouted the green-skinned woman. "My name is Governess Ash, and I am in charge of this province until elections can be held. With me are my four new human slaves, and don't they look just divine. My service male and my maid were both volunteers – such good boys. The petmale you may recognise – he used to be the mayor of this town."

Governess Ash reached down and ruffled the petmale's hair. He barked appreciatively. "And the ponyboy was a soldier who resisted us. Now he pulls my cart wherever I go and sleeps in the stables at night." The ponyboy stood tall, strong and proud. He had a pleasant, light olive skin tone and a long cock. Daphne's eyes drank him in – he had such presence.

The Governess continued, "None of your males volunteered for enslavement, which is why they are only being processed now instead of earlier on in the takeover. Make no mistake though, once their deprogramming is complete, each will completely and utterly your slave. The purpose of today's demonstration is to run over the new laws of our society, and to give you each some helpful tips on how to manage your new property."

Naked, collared service males began to hand out tablet computers to every woman in the room. Daphne and Gina glanced over what was being displayed – a list of laws of their newly matriarchal society. They were already familiar with these, having been living under matriarchal rule for several months. But now they were beginning to feel like they were truly part of that new society – slave owners at last.

The Governess brought the women's attention to some of the key laws, "There is no such thing as a free male. Males are by nature inherently destructive, selfish beings, unless taken properly in hand by superior females. All four of my males now live happy, productive lives. The males you brought with you now become your legal property.

"You may not kill a male, even one who is your property. A recalcitrant male is rare, but can be referred to the appropriate authorities for advanced deprogramming and retraining. You may punish a male as you see fit, as long as your punishment does not amount to permanent maiming. Slaves, assume positions!"

The Governess's four males assumed positions around her, in full view of the female audience. The Governess demonstrated punishments on their bodies. To her service male, she attached vicious nipple clamps and then suspended him from chains hanging down from the ceiling. To her male maid, she gave a fierce, pounding spanking and paddling. She sent him to kneel in the corner and had him hitch up his skirt so everyone could see his black and blue bottom. He cried gently as the pain abated.

On the ponyboy, the Governess demonstrated a single-tail whip. It cut red lines through the male animal's flesh. To the human women's amazement, these began to heal almost instantly, as the nanites in his blood knit flesh back together. The Governess switched to a flogger, making the ponyboy scream and neigh in pain. His vocal cords had been altered by his control collar – he could no longer speak like a human.

Finally, on the petmale – formerly the city's mayor – the Governess demonstrated the electro-shock abilities of the control collar and a special ring around the petmale's balls. He barked and howled as pain coursed through his body, again and again, each wave more powerful than the last. The Governess talked the women through the remote controls for their slave's collars and nanites, eventually showing them how to cause so much pain they made the male pass out.

"The Gynarchic Alliance has found over time that new slave owners are reticent to punish males they are attached to. Please break into groups and find one of the roving service males, maids or petmales. You may use the next fifteen minutes to practise punishing them. Please show some restraint, but feel free to make use of the implements on offer around the room."

Daphne and Gina stood and milled around with a group of women who weren't quite sure how to start. Daphne saw the two older women who had come in with their respective sons grab the nearest males and immediately lay into their backsides with paddles. She couldn't help but admire their confidence. Gina saw her topless acquaintance from university testing out a flogger. It caused the most pain possible and barely left a mark. The male slave quivered in agony as it stroked his skin.

A cute human male slave approached Daphne and Gina and spoke, "Please forgive the presumption, miss, but I have been ordered to offer myself to you for punishment practice. Would you like to spank me across your knee?"

Daphne looked the boy over. "Don't I know you from somewhere?" she said.

"Miss, I attended the same university as you in my former life. I volunteered for enslavement when the invasion happened. I am now owned by one of the nurses at this facility, and my job is to serve her and to help new slave owners take control of their males. I would very much like to be punished by you."

"But you've done nothing wrong, have you?" said Daphne.

The male – Daphne was trying to remember his name – knelt before Daphne to show his inferiority. She felt like she didn't really need him to. He was already collared, naked, locked in chastity.

"Miss, my mistress tells me I have behaved well. However, discipline is important. I live to serve, and this is how I may serve right now."

"Was it Douglas, your name?"

"Miss, my name was Douglas in my old life. My true name, granted to me by my mistress, is Kersetola. It translates as "Cherished one". Mostly I am just called Ker. Would you like to try out some form of punishment on me?"

Daphne looked over Douglas – or Ker as he now was. Despite his nudity and his enslavement, he seemed utterly happy and at peace. She began to realise, then, that for so many males, finding peace wasn't something they did despite being slaves. It was because they were slaves. She made a decision. Sitting down, she patted her knee and had Ker drape himself across her lap. Gina sat down to watch. She thought perhaps she could have the next turn.

Daphne hesitated then lightly brought her hand down on Ker's bottom. It didn't seem to provoke a reaction.

"Am I doing it wrong, Ker?" she said.

"Miss, if it pleases you, you should use a lot more force and aim a little lower."

Daphne raised her hand and brought it down hard on Ker's backside. The slaveboy grunted in acknowledgement. He actually felt that one. He squirmed a little as Daphne brought her hand down hard again, and again. She found a rhythm and kept it. Ker squrimed in submissive pleasure under Daphne's blows. His bottom began to glow red. The heat spread to his cock, which tried to grow erect in its cage. Ker loved these moments almost as much as he loved worshipping pussy.

An alien slave passed by with a cart that was overflowing with implements of punishment. Gina took a paddle from the cart – hard leather with studs. The alien male had a bottom to die for. Gina reached out and gave it a squeeze. The slaveboy jumped and squealed in delight.

Daphne checked in with Ker and found the boy could take a harder punishment than she was givng him. She spanked him one hundred more times, finishing in a frenzy that left the boy quivering, still obediently draped over her knee. Daphne had him return to the floor. Gina wasted no time in getting the boy into the position she wanted. Both Daphne and Ker could tell she had done this before.

Gina brought her paddle down ferociously hard on Ker's bottom. He cried out in pain as she laid into him. All the warmth and sexual energy of Daphne's spanking fled. He was being truly disciplined now. Gina felt herself get wet as she slammed the paddle into the naked slave's flesh, brining out a deep crimson bruise across his backside.

Gina felt truly liberated. She wanted to see if she could get this slave to cry like she had Craig. She slowed her pace right down. Every time she brought the paddle down, she let the pain sink in, let Ker really feel what was happening. In its cage, Ker's cock had withered down. He was deep into submission now, a true slave.

Gina kept up the paddling for another four minutes before Ker broke and began to cry. Daphne moved her chair and cradled his head in her lap as Gina continued the paddling. Daphne was in awe of Gina now, even a little scared of her friend's new dark side. Gina was serene, paddling the crying slave just as hard still. He had volunteered for this, after all.

After two more minutes, her arm became tired and she thought the slaveboy had had enough. She had him get down off her lap and crawl to the side of the room, where he joined the line of other slaveboys kneeling with hands on heads. The Governess explained that corner time, or wall time, was an excellent way to follow up a punishment.

The Governess now ran through a variety of the GA's other laws. All women over the age of 18 could vote. Poverty, hunger and disease were things of the past – money was now essentially nonexistent, replaced by social credits. Social credits were earned for all kinds of useful, nondestructive work. The girls would be given some to start off with, and would earn more by continuing their studies. Daphne and Gina felt like life was looking good.

The GA forbade violence against other women, theft, fraud and a variety of other crimes. Women could form households and marry other women, even taking on dominant and submissive roles that could form part of special legal contracts.

The GA also had absolutely no nudity taboo whatsoever. The Governess demonstrated by stripping nude and giving the rest of the talk just like that. At this point she stopped and offered the assembled women a "gift" from the GA.

"Using the same techniques with which we deprogram males, we can, right here today, completely cure you of the nudity taboo imposed on you by your culture. At the same time, we can take away your anxieties about your bodies. This is an entirely voluntary procedure, but it cannot be reversed. I would ask any of you who do not wish to undergo this procedure – which involves simply watching a screen – to leave the room in the next five minutes. You will be waited on by our cadre of willing slaves until it is time to come back in."

Daphne and Gina looked at each other. Gina spoke first, "I'm staying," she said, "I've always felt so under pressure about how I look and what I wear."

"I'm staying too," said Daphne. It seemed like a no-brainer to her. It also explained why she'd been seeing more and more women roaming around the streets happily naked. She'd known it wasn't a crime anymore but hadn't understood where they'd got the confidence.

A handful of women filed out of the room but most stayed. The procedure started. The room filled with relaxing sounds, and a drug was pumped into the air that would open the women's minds. Display screens lit up all around them with images of happy women of all shapes and sizes. Their fears and anxieties began to melt away. As the procedure carried on, Daphne and Gina found their bodies flooded with warmth, like nothing they had ever felt before. They were goddesses now.

Daphne finally understood how Ker was able to crawl and walk completely naked and be so totally unashamed. Some of the women in the room immediately took off their clothes. Daphne took off her top and bra and let them fall to the floor. Her large, round breasts hung free. She enjoyed the feeling of the air against her skin. Gina had had the same idea but took it a little further. She stripped down to just her underwear and stockings. Daphne thought she looked stunning. Gina leaned over and kissed her passionately. They were locked together in the kiss until the procedure finished.

The Governess entered the room and ran through some more of the GA's laws. These were a little more complicated – things like how housing was allocated, how you could get certain types of job. Daphne and Gina zoned out. They held hands and luxuriated in the feeling of being at peace with their bodies. The Governess finished her talk and told the women that they could come back the next day and collect their slaves. On the way out, all the women were given bags of sextoys and punishment implements. Daphne and Gina made their way home together. They were naked within seconds of getting through the door, and fucked like bunnies for the rest of the day.

Chapter 3

Danny and Craig were now in the third hour of their personalised deprogramming routines. In separate, soundproof cells, they were each locked down tight to a special chair. The chair had formed a nanite buttplug that filled each male's ass. It sent electric pulses into their prostates, making each orgasm over and over. The boys had been drugged and were being subjected to an endless procession of images. In every image, happy dominant women were seen to rule over happy, submissive men.

Craig's images were customised to show happy males worshipping the pussies, tits and asses of dominant females. The drugs in the air opened his mind to suggestion, blasting away any feelings of shame. He now desperately wanted to worship Gina in every way possible. She would find herself in possession of a slave who lived and breathed for her pussy.

Danny's images were a little different. He had first to be stripped of more patriarchal feelings than Craig. The images showed him the wrongness of male domination, flitting between the horrors wrought by males and the happy images of female domination that Craig saw. By the third hour, he had wept in sorrow at the thought of his past male-dominated life, then exulted in joy as the images shifted to men being strapon-fucked by women. He was hoping for Daphne to take him hard.

The brainwashing session went on for nine more hours. Danny and Craig found their old selves being melted away. In their place were two male slaves who would obey their owners to the best of their abilities. Some of the boys' personalities remained. They were still bright and friendly. Craig was still the more confident of the two. Their tastes in women remained the same. Their shame at being naked was removed, in much the same way the GA had stripped the boys of their body hair and their right to self-determination.