Tales From the Gender Civil War

Captured CIA Agent

The CIA Agent had become separated from her squad during the raid on the Columbia drug compound. The goons had grabbed her and dragged her deep into the jungle. Now she lived in the confines of the compound of the notoriously brutal Drug Lord Sancho Martinez . Sancho could not believe his luck, that he now possessed a beautiful, educated, blonde, American CIA agent as his personal sex slave. The woman who had lead the fighting to destroy him and his drug empire. The greatest thorn in the side of his criminal organization was now his helpless sextoy. Was this really the tough solider who had waged relentless war on him?

Kayla had hated the indignity of having to ask her piggish male captors for tampons and feminine hygiene products. But her heart had stopped, when she realized that she had stopped menstruating all together. Could she be pregnant with the child of her worst enemy? Would she be the Mother of the child of America’s Most Wanted? The criminal warlord who had massacred men women and children.  She prayed against hope that somehow she was not pregnant, as her belly began to grow and her breasts swell.

Rationality told her it was hopeless to expect mercy from this monster after months of his sadistic abuse. And yet the pregnancy had caused emotions to re-circuit her mind. She got on her knees and tearfully begged the Druglord to allow her to get an abortion, promising anything in return, even her complete servitude and the betrayal of her country. The outraged kingpin, dragged her up by her long blonde hair and slapped her hard across the face. How DARE this degenerate American feminist puta propose to a ‘good Catholic’ like Sancho that he murder his own child.

Motherhood was supposed to be a beautiful process. But under these circumstances every stage of the normally magical process was torture, a dagger into her heart. She had tried to be a tough, assertive, macho, independent CIA agent. But her pregnancy reminded her of her biological role, that she was nothing but a fertile woman. Fertile soil for male seed to be planted in. A purely animal creature driven by her estrogen hormones. His sperm had invaded her body, broke through her defenses, fertilized and conquered her precious eggs.

Now there was life growing inside her. A fetus with both her DNA and the DNA of the druglord. Her entire feminine body was now devoted to serving her biological purpose and providing for this child. She hated her body for betraying her when she most needed its strength. She felt all the rationality and toughness that made her a CIA fighter melt away as she became pure woman. There was no gentle lover to guide her through her cramps, breast tenderness, cravings and morning sickness. Her whirlwind of feminine hormonal emotions, was just something for the macho guards to mock and laugh at.

The former CIA Agent felt as if she had truly been put in her place as a woman. That an umbilical cord was now inside her own body, connecting her nutrients with the child of her worst enemy, the mass murderer who had destroyed her life. She could feel the first kicks of her new child against her now bloated belly. Her fat breasts were preparing milk to feed it. She was nothing but a cow to be milked.

Poor Kayla could not imagine what the horrors of childbirth would be like under these horrific conditions. Sancho would occasionally visit his captive to abuse her and to check up on the status of the future mother of his child. The tough American CIA agent would have to learn to be a traditional Latina mother, and devote herself entirely to her young.

There was no going back now. She could not be rescued from this. He had changed her forever. No matter what happened in the future, she was now the mother of his child, a carrier of his genes into the next generation.

Degraded Scholar

The Feminist scholar had written several bestselling books on how the Princess craze damages girls’ self-esteem and prevent them from being assertive, ambitious, modern feminists.Her scholarship turned to action however when she learned that the Corporation was holding a national contest for American’s Next Little Princess. The outraged Feminist professor organized protests across the country.

She and her fellow Feminist activists decided to sneak into Corporate HQ and vandalize the Princess dolls. However she was caught by the CEO’s hired goons. But not before her comrades had burned all the contest entries. Now there would be no Little Princess.

Looks to me, like we have our Little Princess right here, the CEO laughed looking down at the furious glaring Feminist activist. The poor Feminist scholar was subjected to weeks of humiliating, abusive, degrading, Princess brainwashing torture. Still her spirit refused to break. But she couldn’t win even that small victory. They didn’t need her womanly mind or spirit. All they needed was her body. They could dress her body up in anything they wanted.

They had stripped her of professional savy pantsuit. She could either remain stark naked surrounded by corporate male chauvinist pigs, or at least have that silly pink dress cover up her body. She burned with painful humiliation.

The arrogant Feminist glared furiously into the camera. If looks could kill, they’d all be dead. Her proud arrogant eyes still glimmered with the flames of defiance. She tried to give her fiercest look, praying it would take away from the power of her debasement. And yet there she was all in Pink from the stupid bow on her head to the little panties on her ass. The little pink skirt didn’t even cover her ass, leaving the pink panties totally exposed. Even her face was pink, blushing with embarrassment.

When the College Dean had tried to fire her for her political activism he had claimed she was “Pink right down to her underwear!” Now her pink underwear was exposed to the entire world!

The silver heels were especially painful to her, they were far too small to begin with, but in addition as a Feminist she had made a point of NEVER wearing heels her entire life. The indignity of a grown woman being dressed like a little pink princess could break the pride of any woman, but it was especially grating on the mortified feminist college professor, who had devoted her life to combating princess culture. She had given lecture seminars critiquing the misogyny of every garment she was now forced to wear, piece by piece.

She wished she could flap those ridiculous silly little fairy wings and just fly away from her shameful debasement.

tomorrow morning this picture would be on the breakfast table of every family in America. The Feminist Activist was now America’s Top Princess. This was only the beginning of her reign as the official Princess doll spokes-model.

McCarthyism

The Oscar winning actress Jenna Kennington’s militant support for feminism earned her the wrath of the House on Un-American Activities HUAC. Her ‘feminism’ Senator McCarthy discovered was just a front for her Red treason. Only a Red could believe that men and women could be equal. She was to be put on trial for treason and executed.

But Sen. McCarthy had a better idea. Since she was just a dumb broad, she was the perfect dupe for the Red puppetmasters. You couldn’t hold a blonde responsible for her stupidity. But the feminism needed to be beaten out of her.

And so Jenna was sentence to serve out her sentence as a domestic slave in Sen. McCarthy’s mansion. She would cook, clean, feed, and serve him and his family. She would only be allowed to wear a bra and panties and apron. If after a ten year trial period, the feminism had been knocked out of her system, the Court would consider allowing parole.

She had been the most famous Hollywood actress in the world starring in classic blockbuster films. She had always played the part of strong, confident, sophisticated, powerfully intelligent women. She had hobnobbed with the cream of American society. She had been an outspoken champion of advancing the rights of women. But now she lived a much simpler life, cooking and cleaning in her underwear for the man she despised most, the man who had destroyed her career, reputation, life and taken away her freedom.

Her entire life now consisted of doing the domestic womanly chores of a common housewife. She had literally been put back in the kitchen. She learned that a slap on her panty-clad ass was the way women were greeted in America. When she gave the Senator any lip, he would throw her over his lap, pull her panties down and spank her like a spoiled, impudent, bratty little girl.

Poor Jenna was forced to accompany McCarthy in his campaign tour around the country. These were the only occasions she was allowed outside the kitchen. She would stand obediently neck to him in nothing but her underwear, while the vindictive crowd yelled crude insults and threats at her.  Then the Senator would take out a pair of Jenna’s panties and wave them above the crowd. American can be saved from the Reds he shouted, I hold in my hand the unmentionables of a Red traitor! I have the Red’s panties soon became his official campaign slogan, to wild applause across the nation.

There was no feminist sisterhood solidarity in the McCarthy household. Mrs.Jean McCarthy had no mercy on the Hollywood Red Tramp and saw her as a homewrecker. Jean delighted in spilling filth all over the floor and forcing Jenna to lick it all up with her tongue. She would do the whole torturous process over again, if the floor was not perfectly spotless. Mrs.McCarty was assigned to be the actress’ overseer in learning her domestic housewife duties, and she was extremely hyper-critical and cruel sadistic toward her young sexy charge.

J. Edgar Hoover wanted to personally humiliate the Hollywood starlet who had been spying for the Reds for years. And yet she had always escaped his clutches. Now he finally had the treasonous cunt. He arranged for the most backwards, crude, unrefined misogynist FBI agents to be assigned for this raid. And he alerted every newspaper and photographer in town. He had been tailing her for months, and knew every second of her routine. He wanted her caught with her pants down- literally.

The sadistic FBI boss deliberately timed the raid so that the poor starlet would be lead out into the streets half-naked. The whole neighborhood would be tipped off to further disgrace her. The devious Hoover had even ensured that there would be ‘shortage supplies’ and that she would have to spend her time in the local jailhouse in nothing but her lingerie.

The former Hollywood starlet was lead out of her mansion in handcuffs wearing nothing but her undergarments. I wonder if shes Red under her panties, one of the reporters joked. Another laughed ‘if she believes in Equality so much- lets send her to a Men’s Prison!’  An angry crowd surrounded her mansion quickly becoming a dangerous mob. There were countless cruel, vulgar, whistles, hooting and catcalls as the most famous Hollywood actress in the world, made the humiliating walk of shame outside her own home. Some of the hoodlums were able to get passed the police line and make a swipe for her panties. Their rowdy chums encouraged them to reveal the Red’s Firecrotch to the public. Her captors were none too interested in protecting a Public Enemy, and allowed her tormentors to temporary expose her multiple times.

Meanwhile Lucky Joe Palacino, was the photographer who had the good luck to snap the photograph seen around the world, just as the G-Men burst into her private feminine quarters.  In the famous photography you can see the lovely actress having just been rudely interrupted from her grooming, having set her brush on the table, looking in confusion at the commotion inside her room.

Arab Wars

Lauren of Arabia, had been a militant Suffragette, when the Great War broke out she lead a British corps into Arabia to inspire an uprising against their Ottoman masters, and to help liberate women. Instead she was betrayed as a Western Infidel by the very women she had come to save, and her and her entire detachment were captured.

The German Ambassador arrived in the Ottoman Sultan’s harem very concerned about rumors that the British had sent the dangerous and fearsome Lauren of Arabia to wage a deadly guerrilla war. His fears are dissuaded however when the Sultan has the lovely harem slave perform an erotic dance for the visitors. Clearly she is in no condition to be leading a War of Woman’s Liberation in the Desert.

A Militant Suffragette she had campaigned against the horrors of the White Slave Trade, petitioning the Crown to stamp out prostitution in the Kingdom. Her actions had angered the powerful White Slave Trader Guilds. They had her kidnapped. They photographed her as they had her cleaned, bathed and perfumed. Her photo would be spread throughout the Orient’s Sultanates, and she would be sold to the highest bidder.

The proud suffragette and rebel military leader is now nothing but a pleasure-toy for the pleasure of her enemies. This Western Feminist Tiger is much better suited as a soft, tamed, docile, pussy cat. She even purrs softly like a little kitten. She is simply another exotic trinket and decoration for the Sultan’s collection.

As an educated Suffragette she had read with horror about the harem slavery of the Circassian women, now they were her harem sisters. She was just one of them. This warrior who had once lead fierce armies into battle against the Sultan’s forces, now entertained him with her luxurious body.

Loretta had  been a militant suffragette campaigning for women’s representation in Parliament. When the Great War broke out, Loretta saw it as an opportunity to  inspire the oppressed women of Arabia to rise up against their cruel masters.

After her forces were defeated at the Battle of Al-Jawala, Loretta retreated into a small Arab town, where she was betrayed by the very women she had come to liberate.

She was sold to the Ottoman sultan to serve as his Odalisque harem slavegirl. She came into much closer contact with the oppressed women of the Orient then she could have ever desired. When German officers arrived complaining about lack of Turk commitment to the Central Powers war effort, the Sultan would have the British commander dance seductively with her harem sisters, demonstrating his mastery over the Western Alliance. The famed Loretta of Arabia reduced to a naked concubine was proof enough.

Manchu Warlord

Lt. Emma Airhart  had been the only woman Air Corps pilot during the Great War. She had been an amazing ace, defying male military  prejudice in the army,  and shooting down 27 German fighters. Her proposal for an All-Women’s Air Squadron was laughed out of the Allied General Staff however.

Furious at such sexist treatment, Emma returned to America a war hero and played a major part in helping pass Women’s Suffrage, going on a speaking tour across the country in her Air Uniform. She was punished for her political engagement by being discharged from the army.

But Emma just couldn’t stay still. She was a Flygirl and needed to soar. Then had come the offer from the Manchu Warlord. He needed an Air Corps that could help him put down a massive Peasant’s uprising, and also intimidate his rival Warlords. He was intrigued about her scheme for an All-Woman’s Air Corps, and was willing to generously fund it with his earnings from Opium and the White Slave Trade.

Emma was extremely enthusiastic about her chance to fly again. She put together a team of the best women pilots in the country, to travel with her to Manchuria.

On her arrival however, she learned that the Warlord had other plans for the Militant Suffragette and her friends. Instead of flying warplanes, they would serve the Manchu Warlord and his army as pleasure slaves, and would be rented and sold to raise funds.

The Warlord had been shocked to meet these modern, independent, American airwomen, with their hair bobbed in an assertive confident manner. They looked laughably ridiculous dressed as men in their pilot outfits. These silly little girls would need to be stripped back into their delicate feminine form as soon as possible.

This decorated Aircorps Ace who had went toe to toe with the best of the German Warplanes, soaring across the wild blue yonder, could not believe that her quest for adventure had lead to such a humiliating end.

Place on the velvet platform, as a mere trinket, a soft toy of the Warlord’s amusement, Emma hung her head in shame, and did her best to cover her privates. But the furious Warlord was determined to not allow this arrogant foreign devil to preserve even an iota of her dignity.  All her life she had wanted to be judged by men as more than a woman. But totally disrobed and put on display, she was now nothing but a woman.

KGB Agent

This tough bloodthirsty KGB bitch had ruthlessly captured, tortured and executed countless CIA agents and their informants across the world. She operated a global ring of Red Terror. But she had slipped up, and now she was his. Her mission had been to smuggle arms to the Womyn’s Liberation Guerrilla Front in America. She had underestimated the cattyness of American women, and had been betrayed by one of her own contacts, who spouted radical feminist propaganda in the classroom, but enjoyed being fucked by male chauvinist frat bros in the bedroom.

Rather then just execute her on the spot, the CIA Field Agent decided it would be better to teach this Red bitch her place as a Pink Cunt. He would undo all her Communist ideas about equality, and teach her just how very unequal women were to men. Her brutal crimes he could forgive, it was just part of the power game of espionage, but he could not forgive her for being a woman. She was not a worth opponent to be accorded the rights of a POW, she was cuntmeat to be enjoyed.

He had her Soviet Red Army Officer’s hat dyed Pink, to remind her of her new place as a submissive American woman. Her proud Red Army Star placed on that silly pink hat, now made a mockery of her cold KGB toughness and resolve. Wasting such beauty on the KGB was a glaring example of Soviet bureaucratic misallocation of resources. No longer would she travel around the world, having adventures battling American imperialism. Now she would suck the dicks of capitalist billionaires. She would be a commodity to be bought and sold on Wall Street.

He hated the conservative, white, sex-less, military granny panties, Soviet women wore. He would americanize the cunt. He got her nice playful sorority panties, with Play With Me written in Pink.

There was only one elevator out of the doomed compound before it would be destroyed in a torrent of flames. He made clear to her in no uncertain terms, that the only way she was going to leave alive, would be if she managed to put aside her Proletarian morality, and serve her Male Chauvinist Pig Master as an obedient capitalist sex-slave.  Slowly she lowered the flowery Russian skirt he had forced her to wear exposing the hateful panties. Totally nude save for the All-American black Panties, she was forced to perform the most important mission of her life, a stripdance sexy enough to keep herself alive.

Jungle Warlords

Comandante en Jefe Gabriella was the daughter of the last democratically elected Presidente of Columbia before the Junta Coup. She had fled into the jungles to lead a guerrilla movement to avenge her father’s murder and to restore his government against the brutal military dictatorship. She had scored several impressive victories in surprise hit and run ambushes. She made the mistake of wandering into Druglord territory, and was captured by paramilitary forces allied with the Junta. They didn’t like her inspiring the local peons to stand up to their Druglord masters. He had poor Gabriella paraded nude across  the farms, to let the peasants know that their savior was just a Puta whore.

His greed overcame his lust and he decided to have Gabriella, the President’s daughter and Guerrilla Rebel auctioned off to the highest bidder. Her rich Latina body was surveyed by the Russian Mafia, Arab Oil Sheikhs, African Warlords and most degrading of all several Generals from the Junta. They delighted in humiliating the naked body of their most dangerous enemy. Ultimately she was purchased by thugs from the Japanese Yakuza and shipped on a cramped smelly crate across the Pacific to the Land of the Rising Sun.

Gabriella was relieved to learn on her arrival in Japan that she would be serving as a Zumba instructor to improve employee morale, health and well-being at the Yakuza-run Tokugawa Corporation. While a demotion from Rebel Leader, it sure beat being a prostitute for the Russians or Arabs. The xenophobic Japanese mobsters had a lot of preconceived notions about Latina women and were proud to have a genuine Columbian Zumba instructor available for their hardworking employees.

Gabriella was deeply embarrassed when she had her Guerrilla Military camouflaged fatigues stripped off and was forced to wear a mockery of a Zumba outfit. She told herself at least it was better than an Arab harem. She told herself that it was a recognition of her athleticism, that she would be used to train the Japanese workers in fitness. Deafening Latin Hip Hop music blared out of the loudspeakers.

Gabriella entered a packed room of Japanese businessmen and gangsters. She realized too late, they had no interest in doing the Zumba. She was to be their Colombian Geisha. In her new outfit she looked like a totally transformed woman, from the tough, dirty, Guerrilla Rebel of the jungles. The more informed Japanese could not believe that the fiery revolutionary they had seen in the news, now stood before them.

She would be boosting company morale as the Company Geisha. Although she would indeed be giving Zumba lessons to her fellow Geisha Slaves to teach them to do spicy Latina erotic dances. The Geishas were mostly Russian blonde Sex-slaves although there were a few from the West. They were all naked, and the leering Yakuza looked forward to seeing the Colombian teach them her sassy moves. Russians were too cold, they needed some Spanish fire in them.

At her first Zumba lesson, she was to act as an ambassador in Colombian culture. The Guerrilla leader began to dance to the Latin beat, shaking her bubbly Colombian ass. The fearful Russian Geishas copied her every move. The lustful Japanese businessmen now demanded more from their South American slave, they wanted to satiate all their curiosities about Hispanic women.

A Yakuza thug wanted to know if it was really true that all Colombian sluts wore G-strings underneath?  She hated their racist assumptions about Spanish women, and was disgusted that the outfit she had been forced to wear would only confirm their worst stereotypes. Her slutty White G-String would mark her out as a cheap Colombian stripper. Despite its lewd distastefulness her Zumba outfit had at least left her the only clothed woman in the room. But clearly her Masters were not going to leave El Presidente’s daughter a single ounce of her dignity.

Poor Gabriella had no choice but to show off her white thong. She had begun to fulfill their demand by grabbing the waistband of her Zumba pants with both hands and slowly sliding them down, she decided instead to just lower a small corner of her pants. Rather than pulling her pants down, she just gave them a quick peak and made obvious her angry displeasure. The Yakuza all laughed and decided that the hotblooded Latina would need an icy cold shower to cool off her feisty intensity.

Meanwhile representatives of the Colombian Junta Embassy, were able to film Gabriella’s humiliating striptease, they would broadcast it across Columbia, thus destroying the reputation of the Late President and the would-be Rebel Movement.

Red Army

The fearsome Red Army Cavalry commander and her brutal Political Commissar are captured by the Czarist White Army of General Wrangel. Wrangel a man of tradition and Orthodoxy is outraged by these Revolutionaries, that have women commanding cavalry. There is no more outrageous example of these infidels turning the Natural Order upside down. They looked like men in their green Red Army uniforms. Their uniforms needed to be quickly stripped off so their womanliness could be exposed to all. Nothing will better refute the Red’s claims to equality than the public humiliation of these 2 women comrades.

The naked Red Army General is forced to kiss Wrangel’s horse and pledge loyalty to the Czar. Women should kneel before horses, not command cavalry. Angry superstitious Ukrainian  peasants are called out to join in mocking and taunting the Red She-devils. Their pubic hair blazes with the Devil’s flaming red Firecrotch.These Proletarian heroes who had once commanded entire Cavalry Armies in the battlefield are now the slaves of Czarist aristocrats. Since these Reds wanted to liberate peasants, its only fair that the entire village fuck them equally.

When the Junkers and Kulaks were finished fucking the Red Amazons, they would be sold on the capitalist market as commodities to a Turkish harem. The earnings from these 2 Red Cunts would help fund the White cause. These tough Red Revolutionary Women would spend the rest of their lives as submissive Turkish harem slavegirls, pleasing the desires of rich, powerful, exploitative Men. 

Madame de Stael

During the French Revolution, Anne Louise Germaine de Staël-Holstein hosted the most popular Salon in Paris. Enlightenment Philosophes of all stripes would discuss metaphysics, politics, morality, science, philosophy, feminism and the meaning of life. Then that Corsican Ogre Buonaparte rose to power. He had it written in the Napoleonic Code that all women were the property of Men.

He had the audacity to say We treat women too well, and in this way have spoiled everything. We have done every wrong by raising them to our level. Truly the Oriental nations have more mind and sense than we in declaring the wife to be the actual property of the husband. In fact nature has made woman our slave… . Woman is given to man that she may bear children … consequently she is his property, just as a fruit tree is the property of the gardener. Women … should not be regarded as the equals of men; they are, in fact, mere machines to make children.

When the Le Petit Caporal had the audacity to show up at her Salon, Madame de Stael, the most outspoken critic of the Tyrant, immediately confronted him.

Who was the greatest woman of all time? She posed to him, forcing him to confront the great Empresses of history

Napoleon answered without skipping a beat: “The one who would bear the most children”

Napoleon being a Man of Action, did not merely debate philosophy in Paris Cafes but put his Ideas into practice immediately. The proud, arrogant, Woman Philosopher was forced to become his Slave Mistress.

Eight Months Later…

Paris is all abuzz. Madame de Stael who had mysteriously disappeared is to make her reappearance back from the dead. Almost as shocking, the French Consul has agreed to allow her to reopen her old Salon, which he had shutdown for being politically subversive. Allowing the subversive fire-tongued Madame de Stael to speak freely, is this the beginning of a new liberalization?

The Enlightenment intellectual elite crowds into the Salon, determined to catch a peak at the world’s most famous Woman Philosopher. The woman who had stood up to Caesar himself. They are shocked by what they see.

Laying lazily on the Sofa, there is the great Madame de Stael herself. The elegant and sophisticated aristocrat who had debated philosophy with France’s finest minds. Now she is a mere pet. She is completely naked before the chic crowd she had once discussed Feminist metaphysics with. Not only that, but she is with child. The Great Warrior has conquered her fertile ground, imposing his seed on her. Her delicate breasts are now swollen udders full of milk. She is flooded with feminine, maternal estrogen which now drives her womanly emotions. Her entire body has devoted all its nutrients and resources to serving the child of L’Empereur. Here we see the best use for the greatest Woman Genius.

The Greatest Conquest of Napoleon Bonaparte

Orleans

Marie Antoinette is outraged to discover that her own Lady in Waiting, who she had trusted like a sister, was supplying lascivious gossip of Court Intrigue to the Jacobin press. Slandering the Queen with tales of lesbian palace orgies. The House of Orleans, ancient rivals to the Bourbons, had discovered a dangerous new weapon in the revolutionary winds sweeping the Paris mob.

Princess Louise Marie Adélaïde Eugénie d’Orléans did not have any respect for the blonde Austrian whore or her impotent King Louis. Her Father Phillipe Egalite should be King for the People. This foreign Hapsburg traitor had no place in Versailles.

Marie Antoinette looked furiously into the insolent eyes of Adélaïde with Germanic arrogance, Adélaïde’s brunette chestnust hair revealed her Gallic stock. Her ancestors had yielded beneath the heals of the Blonde Germanic invaders. Such was the natural aristocracy. All her finery aside, Adélaïde was nothing more than a Gallic peasant girl, whatever foolish titles the Bourbons heaped on her. Adélaïde was not the least bit sorry and stared insolently back at her Queen.

I should have you thrown in the Bastille, sharing a cell with the Marquis de Sade, said the Queen. But first you need a lesson in inequality. On the duty of the lower to serve their betters. She began to lift up Adélaïde’s elaborate dress. The Jacobin Princess is forced to pay tribute to the royal nipple.

Now the daughter of Phillipe Egalite, the would be Citizen King, is forced to humble herself and show feudal submission to the Queen’s vessel of Royal fertility. The would be Revolutionary now uses the same tongue which gossiped a thousand slanders to show utter obedience to Monarchy.

Citizeness Adélaïde made a much better royal cunt-licker than Princess.

Science

The Feminist Security Agent had never expected to be pregnant before 30. Her 20s were supposed to be for action-adventure career, wild fun and saving the world. She went on exciting assignments around the world assassinating the enemies of Feminism. But since the New Order captured her on a Mission, she was reduced to serving her primal purpose.

Everything her Feminist Science classes had taught her was a lie. She remembered how she would militantly shoot down any biological attempts to explain woman’s behavior. Theories that reduced women to mere baby-making machines, conveyors for Male genes. And yet as her Master’s baby began to grow inside her, feed on her, she began to realize the extent to which she was Evolutionarily driven.

She had always hated the stereotype of pregnant women and their strange cravings for pickles and ice-cream. She had always chocked it up to a myth made by Misogynists to paint women as irrational creatures driven by hormone swings. And yet to her shame she began to feel an intense craving for pickles and icecream. She was lucky enough to have a kind Master who stocked the fridge with pickles at her request. For him the ideological victory over Feminist Science was more important than petty abuse.

He lectured the Feminist Ideologue like a little schoolgirl, on how her strange cravings were easily explained by Evolutionary Psychology. How Cavemen would slaughter entire tribes and take the women as booty. Women’s entire psychology was shaped to serve the children of their Master’s. Their taste buds were totally warped to protect their babies. Nothing that baby couldn’t handle. Her body was desperately searching for the salt and sugar that Master’s fetus needed. Her entire womanly being was devoted to Motherhood. All it took was a fuck to fundamentally transform the very being of a Woman. She no longer existed for herself but for his child. She was but a robot fulfilling the needs of the fetus.

She didn’t care about the ideology behind it. Maybe she was wrong about everything. Political debates were so far away from her maternal instincts now. All that occupied her was the physiological need to fulfill her cravings for pickles and icecream.

Soviets

The American Patriarchy had made it a top priority to crush the Soviet Union and its subversive message of Equality. When its Ottoman Allies captured a Soviet Colonel, America was determined to milk her for her full propaganda worth.

Most Feminist organizations in the USA were believed to be funded, supplied, armed and organized by the KGB. Subversives spread propaganda about liberated Soviet  Amazon warrior women mowing down waves of Ottoman charges.

Now Misogyny Magazine would expose that once stripped of their foolish manly uniforms, New Soviet Women were just as soft and feminine underneath as their American sisters.

The Comrade Colonel is forced to pose for a pornographic photoshoot for Misogyny Magazine. She is no different than the Feminists back home, once caught and broken. How appropriate that she wears Red Panties underneath. Red right down to her underwear. The only disappointment is that her pubes have been shaved for military hygiene  and they wont get to mock her Red Firecrotch.

The Soviet Colonel had lead her Red Women’s Corps with revolutionary zeal against the barbaric Ottoman Empire. Against the patriarchal Turks, she demonstrated the fierce warrior spirit of the New Soviet Woman.

The capture of the Woman Colonel was a major coup for Muslim forces. The proud Red Army leader would now be forced to serve in the Sultan’s harem. This strong, modern, intelligent, Revolutionary would now spend her days in a Medieval Muslim Harem. Her toughness melted away and she became another harem toy. To be bathed by her harem sisters. Any inspiration Ottoman women might have taken in liberated Soviet Women, melted away when they saw a New Proletarian Woman, broken down to their level.

The Sultan insisted the proud Soviet Colonel perform an erotic strip-dance before he enjoyed her Red fruits.