Bus control-3
By Clara High
- Attention! Control! All passengers out of the bus! In a line at the bus side! Move! – It was a gender police traffic checkpoint. A masked and heavily armed policewoman entered the bus’s saloon and started to give commands. She grabbed nearest man and pulled him roughly out of the bus.
The man trembled. He was new in the city. He was rented as housekeeper in the home of an old retired woman just few weeks ago. He wanted to be perfect servant, because other his option was to be arrested for permanent unemployment and to be sent to concentration camp or to men training center. Both places were causing deep horror in his soul. His mother had sent his father in such training center and after his return he was completely different man, actually – a shadow of man.
The bus was looking as livestock transport. It was “men only” bus and was tickly packed with passengers, men. It was difficult to breathe. After first man flew outside the bus, few more followed. Police whistles were heard. The men outside were dragged and made to stand along the bus’s side. The women were using their sticks freely. Men were put in line very, very fast! Second woman came into the bus and started to push out the men together with her colleague.
- Take your luggage and move out! Quickly! Out! Out! Move out! – The sharp orders were given with sharp strong voices strongly modified by the masks and sounding metallically and passionlessly…
Very soon all men were discharged and like sheep were pushed to comply with the orders.
- Take your documents in hands! Hands up! Support yourself at the bus’s side! Leg spread at the width of shoulders! Keep silence and don’t move!
Group of policewomen started to inspect the men, their bags and their documents. The women were intentionally rough. They were seeing to provoke reaction from the side of the men which to be taken as resistance.
- Where are you going? – The woman asked the inspected man while looking at his documents.
- I’m going to shopping, Ma’am.
- Shopping?
-Yes, Ma’am!
-Your credit book is not certified! You are employed just less than a month ago, as I see in your work log. You still hadn’t received any credits. How you are going to pay in the shop?
- My mistress gave me some money and detailed instructions what to buy…
- You have money? Kneel! You are under arrest! On your knees! – The woman pushed him on the ground despite his protests.
- But, Ma’am…
-Shut up! – She roughly turned him and grabbed his arms behind his back. Few seconds later thin but strong plastic tape fixed his wrists to each other.
In the republic of Dorme men were prohibited to possess and even to hold money. No men had right to use them. For their elementary needs men were allowed to make some limited shopping using specially designed coupons or in the best case credit book. Each month the employer had to give the man coupons with value equal to his salary, reduced of course with all due taxes and deductions. Men who had credit books had to present these books for signing down and stamping at the end of each month. In the shop men could “buy” only few types of goods with coupons or with credit books. These goods were appointed in Social affairs and Economy Lady Minister’s Monthly Order issued each month. The list of permitted goods could be changed as per Government’s decision. A man could buy unpermitted goods only if they were for his Mistress and only if she had given him special permission card for each separate case and good. In no other case man could buy anything more than what was included in the Permitted Goods List. In such cases man was to pay for all goods bought with his coupons or credit book. Possessing, using or even just holding money was severe violation of the law. No Mistress’s permission, order or request could excuse man for such breaking of the law. The shop assistants, indifferently Women or men, were obliged to take all measures to inform the shop security and police in order such men to be detained in the moment of the violation.
The policewoman roughly pushed the man to the group of the detained. When he knelt there, she put black hood mask on his head and left him under her colleague control.
me? Just for objectivity. – She asked her colleagues. They obviously bored due to their staying idle by compulsion suddenly perked up.
- Oh, yes, dear! – and they started roughly touching him, fumbling and feeling his clothes, pockets and luggage. Eventually one woman pulled up thick wad of banknotes.
- Hu, huuu! – She exclaimed – Interesting! Your Mistress is so generous with you! Record, please! During the search have been found one thousand Doms in a wad.
Man in the abdomen. He ruined breathless. She discovered his face and put a gag ball in his mouth. Satisfied, she covered his face and went to the bus to continue her job.
This time she chose an elder man. He was good-looking man, may be in his middle fifties, wearing a perfect official suit. His shoes were nicely polished and cleaned. His hair was correctly dressed and formed. He was looking as a real old respectable gentleman. But it didn’t matter at that time. His hands were supporting an old fashion business suitcase. The policewoman pulled his right arm and turned him with face to her.
She felt the specific old body’s smell; despite it was almost hidden with good men’s perfume. She made disgusting grimace and spate in his face. The scattered old man trembled and started to heave up his hand to clean his face.
could be his grand daughter at least, like an pupil to blame.
- Ha ha ha! Girls! – She called few her colleagues who were not occupied with the control right in the moment – We have a very polite and educated man here!
- Is he really such? – Another policewoman asked laughingly.
- We can check that. – A third woman said.
- Yeees! – The first one exclaimed. She put out lipstick from her handbag and opened it. The lipstick was in dark purple color.
- Open your mouth! – She ordered him and he obeyed. She started to laugh and pressed the lipstick to his thin lips. The man started to cry by the shame. He obviously was man of old moral and it was difficult to him to accept such attitude. Tears were going down his cheeks, but he wasn’t giving a sound. When she finished another woman started to put mascara, lavishly, on his eyelids and eyelashes. Having finished she gave up her place to third policewoman. That one covered man’s cheeks with thick coat of ointment. First one returned and put huge earrings on man’s sides. And at the end their second colleague put a ridiculous female wig on his head. The three policewomen were laughing almost hysterically. The noise made by them attracted the other their colleagues and part of them joined their three colleagues. The spectacle was amusing. A crying elder man, made up as a woman, surrounded by masked policewomen. One woman took out a small photo camera from her handbag and invited her colleagues to be shot with the “old lady”. The laughing gang got in a heap around the “Lady” and the photographer made plenty funny shots.
Suddenly one of the women exclaimed and rushed to the police’s cars. The other just looked indifferently after her. Few seconds later, she got back. That time her girlfriends suddenly got silent. They were looking surprised. She was holding huge dildo in her gentle hand. It was with long leather bands on its base. Another strapon was hanging from her abdomen’s low part waving in rhythm with her steps. Loud strong laughing came from the group surrounding the “old lady”. Few masked women rushed to their colleague and started jolly scuffling for the second dildo. Eventually one of them prevailed and with jolly giggling rushed beside. She opened her zip and put impatiently the back end of the strapon in herself. With fast sure movements she fixed it with the bands around her waist. After that she enthusiastically rubbed her black leather gloved hands and asked with eyes her colleague “And now?” Her colleague waved her head in return “Be My guest! After you!” and they approached the “old lady”. There were evil eager flames in their eyes.
Biting her juicy lower lip, one policewoman with strapon started to open the trousers’ belt of the man. Doing that she was looking in his eyes with evil ironical smile. Having finished her job, she gave place to other her colleague with dildo, inviting her with elegant gesture. The other one smiled widely and started unbuttoning of the trousers.
The face of the man whole blushed in red. He was deeply humiliated, or at least he felt so. After last button, the woman pulled down the trousers bluntly down. Funny shorts with flower application appeared from below.
- Ha ha ha! Girls! What we have here! Ha ha ha! Just look at them! Ha ha ha! I thought that he is an old Macho, but he appears to be a gentle fragile child! Ha ha ha!
The whole evil gang burst in laud wild laughing. The women surrounded their colleagues and the man expecting special spectacle. One of the women with dildo grabbed man’s hands and pulled them back. He dropped his suitcase, but no one paid attention. She handcuffed man’s hands and after that sharply torn the man’s shorts. She made him to bent forward. He sobbed constrainedly.
with dildo joined her and both laughed in the face of their victim. The dildos fixed on their waists were waving against his bent body. Both women smiled and kissed deep each other. Getting excited one of them pressed the head of the dildo against man’s lips making him to start licking it. Man obeyed. Man’s tears and saliva wet the dildo’s shaft. The women pushed stronger and the dildo sunk into man’s throat with its full length. The strong convulsion of rejecting almost made him to vomit, but nothing happened. The woman made a few more movements fore and aft and when she got satisfied by the shaft’s wetness pulled it out of his mouth and stepped beside. With slow elegant steppes she went behind the man. His naked white soft arse was ready and unprotected against her. Her colleague staying in front of man’s face bent to him.
a little with you? Yes?
I want good pleasure too. I hope you understand, don’t you?
started licking. The woman was slightly turning dildo’s head in his mouth. After few minutes preparation the shaft was wet enough. She was glad. Her colleague behind the man was ready. Her dildo’s head was on few millimeters from his back hole.
- O.K., dear, here we go! – The front woman said to man and nodded. At that moment both women penetrated simultaneously in the man, both from front and behind.
Got by surprise the man strengthened his body in instinctive attempt to protect and to react somehow against the aggression, but in vain. The women had just started their dance and it was only the beginning. Both side pushes were strong. The man was soundlessly crying. Both shafts were moving with terrific power in him, but the worst thing was the degradation he was passing through.
Yes… He was old fashion and old moral man. He was born in territory of Cizalpia long before its land to be annexed by Republic of Dorme. From his young years he had been educated to be a cavalier and gentleman, to be polite with the girls and women, to be a helper and with good mood and manners to them. He had habits to help the women, not to confront with them, to make them good pleasant gesture, not to insult them and in reverse to receive good relation, gentle smiles, warm attitude and time-to-time mutual close intimacy. He was graduated economist with wide knowledge in business, deals and so on, so he was capable to do many things for many people.
The huge changes which had taken place in resent time in society, in women to men relations and in the moral and social order at all, had shocked him deeply. It had happened when he was far after his fifties and it was very difficult for him to conform to new conditions. His gentle, polite and cooperative attitude was needed no more. Trying to be good and useful he was looking stupid. During his life he managed to make good carrier, to create family and to grow up children – two girls and a boy. Whole his life he devoted to his family. His wife and children had never felt any needs and shortages. One his daughter became doctor, the other – lawyer and the son – very successful engineer. All of them had good life and he had already started to think about the joy to become grandfather, when whole world collapsed. After short crisis between two states the aggressive femdom gynarchial republic of Dorme invaded and annexed his country. The country obtained a province status. New laws were put in force. Man lost all rights and positions in society. Now the women came in power… in total power.
In the new situation his family started to change too. His wife and daughters were thirsty to taste the new opportunities that their new status was giving to them. He wasn’t agree with many things in their changed behavior. It brought to deep conflicts in the family and after few heavy scandals, caused by his reaction to the long absence of his wife from home and to the quite often bringing of lovers at home by her, they reached to the necessity to see a conjugal advisor.
…She was a young girl about her twenty-five – thirty years, just graduated Doctor of Sociology and Jurisprudence with another Doctor title of Family Law. She carried out few single discussions with both sides. She was looking so wonderful for him He was charmed by her so much. She was looking like his Angel Savior. During their conversations she was showing endless patience, understanding to the problems and compassion to his suffering. After each session he was remaining with feeling of relieving and hope for good resolving of their family problems. Time to time he felt desire to touch her, despite she was at his senior daughter’s age. Even once he caught himself in thinking about close intimacy with her. He even allowed himself to use some jokes during their conversations, but the thought for having love with her shocked and scared him deeply and he closed those ideas deep on his soul…
Conclusion of the cycle of sessions with conjugal advisor shocked him! In the report it was stated that he is not adequate to the present social and ethic environment and he is harmful for society and family. The advisor recommended him to be sent to the reeducation center with light regime as far as he had been found to be a careful attentive and meticulous husband and father. Recommended time for detention was three months with presumption if the results weren’t good that time to be extended up to reaching the results intended. At that news his blood froze in the veins.
As per the advisor’s report he had to reduce his control of the family’s life. “What control” He asked himself. Furthermore he should learn how to be useful for his wife and daughters without boring them and without limiting their freedom. He also should learn that they are free and independent women and he should respect that fact. The fact that he was earning money for the family and was taking all cares to ensure good life to his wife and daughters was positively appreciated, but it was underlined that this fact doesn’t make him a Master at home and doesn’t give him any rights to control or suppress his wife and children. “How to suppress?” His surprise was without limits. He should learn all that in the center during his detention there.
His son was considered as being under the harmful influence of the other men and as potential subversive element. As such it was found that he needed extreme effective reeducation and the young woman recommended two years detention in the center with strengthened strict regime.
After end the time in the center, the gender police commission in presence of his wife took a decision to send the man for three years in a female family in the Venusburg (former Zurich), one of the big cities in Cizalpia. He was given a position of steward iin the home of an elder woman, former Dorme’s Senator, who just had obtained a small luxury villa in the suburbs of Venusburg. That time was given to him as probation and his final fate would be decided in accordance with the opinion of the family acceptor members. He was lucky. By virtue of his loyalty to his seniors and his wisdom and hardworking he made very good impression to the elder Lady. She started to thrust him and to feel some sympathy to him. In short time he obtained relatively wide freedom, but he was with all his abilities not to misuse it. Even the young daughter of the Lady, who was SPF (Special Punishment Forces) Officerin, accepted him very well after relatively short acquaintance. She was, of course, icy cold and distant from him, but wasn’t torturing or humiliating him. She was closely supervising him, but without extra pressure and humiliation. No even one case of torturing occurred. So, he was, let’s say so, grateful to that family and with all his forces was trying to be perfect servant. And now that…
As trusted servant, he was taking care for all details in the family’s life. When the gender police stopped the bus and commenced control he was going to the one of new established home mate markets to choice new dependent servants for the home. Officially in Dorme slavery didn’t exist and was forbidden, but existed a class of workers named “home mates” which were divided in two categories – dependent servants (same like the serfs in the past) and tool men (same like slaves). He had, of course, to make the best deal possible and for less money to get as higher quality servants for home as possible. The Mistresses were keeping eye on the market races, so they were controlling his job. Due to the delay during the control he should lose many of chances to do the best deals and to negotiate good stock. It was bad, very bad. It definitely would reflect negatively on his characteristic and the future his fate… Time to time he was thinking about his son. What had happened with him? The man didn’t hear anything about his son since the moment of the last session with the advisor, when the gender police came and took both of them out of home to the different centers of reeducation.
Yes… He was old fashion man… The rough attitude of the women to the man, so typical in present days was shocking him deeply. His soul, so full with love to the women before, now was in deep confusion and darkness. The idea of women dominating men in all aspects was confusing and disturbing enough for him. Now he was seeing all that in real life. Now he was feeling all that on his own back. Such brutality… How it was possible… The women now were like witches, like wild rabid beastess…
… Both women were pushing harder and harder their shafts in the man’s openings. They were sweat and hot. In one moment à few their colleagues crowded around them and started caressing and kissing them. Many hands were moving over the hot female forms increasing the love flames more and more. The women pushing with dildos started sweet prolonged moaning with increasing load. Their pushing became shorter and stronger. The women were attempting to get as more pleasure as possible. Suddenly a slight breaking noise came from the man and immediately after that he started desperate coughing and attempting to vomit. In same time he was swinging his body trying to release himself from the steel clutch of both women. Eventually his desperate fight finished with success and the women let him free with huge disappointment. Still pleasantly bewitched, they were looking at him with incomprehension. What was going on? Their colleagues had got quiet too. All women were staring at the man.
The ridiculous make up was destroyed, his wig was down, the lipstick was daubed on his face and one of the earrings was torn away. Blood was dropping from his left ear’s down end. The man was coughing desperately and suddenly was suffocating. His face was getting purple. The women was staying and looking passionlessly.
- Hrhhrr…ehrrrl…hrrl…hhlp… - he tried to say something. He began to peel eyes and to tremble in severe convulsions. His hands were still tied, but his legs were kicking comically. Some of the women burst in laugh but put hand on her mouth and suppressed the sound. Other women were looking calmly. After a few minutes the convulsions got weaker and soon stopped. His face was blue. One woman checked him. The man was dead. Suddenly something attracted her attention. She reached in his mouth and took out from there a huge part of artificial crown.
Suffocated by his jaws! Ha ha ha!
I want more… Ohh! What wi…
Unprovoked panic. – A policewoman, obviously senior, said to her recording colleague.
to be Madam…’s servant.
- Pity! Hmm… OK! When we finish here, we will inform Madam… about the circumstances and will return her the suitcase and the body, if they insist. Put in the suitcase… You know what!
… Few hours later…
Madam was sitting in comfortable rocking chair. She had just taken a shower and
now was relaxing dressed in nice silk wrapper. Her daughter, in her Officerin’s uniform was staying behind her. She was looking cold and icy. The police Officerin sitting in front of her mother was feeling uncomfortably in her presence and was trying all to avoid her look. There were so many legends for the activities of SPF. Some of them were so terrific for the wide society even in that intolerant to the men state.
- I am so sorry! I am so badly surprised! I didn’t expect that from him. I trusted him! He appeared to be proved loyal servant! To possess forbidden rebels’ propaganda!
How it is possible… - Both younger women were keeping respectful silence in her presence. – I trusted him so much! Oh, Goddess! He selected the whole our supporting male staff! Dear! We have to check them all! If he was connected with the illegal elements, it is possible some of the men in our house to be connected too!
- Yes, Mother! I will take measures! – The voice of the daughter was soft, resonant, calm and almost childishly tender. Her voice touched the policewoman and made her to tremble. She hoisted her eyes to the other young woman, but put them down immediately when met her eyes. The ice in the eyes of Madam’s daughter was piercing…
I hope you have procedure how to process bodies in such cases… All relevant outlays are for his origin family’s expense, of course!
…Somewhere in the Republic of Dorme…
back and our troubles could start again… But now... All his property is mine! We are rich now! And no limits! No limits! We are really independent now! At last!
- But, Mama! We are to pay for the body’s processing… Here a sum of two thousand Doms is pointed…
- Two thousand Doms! For that idiot! What nuisance! Even dead, he continues to make us troubles! Two thousand! It is good, that it is our final lose due to him!
- Mama! I … I … I loved him… Oh, Mama… Aaaa, haaaaaa… - the young woman started to cry.
… Few hours later…
are used by peasants, usually! We are rich now and I must impress him… If we want him to be easy for use and to pay all our things and to satisfy all our whims, I must impress him irresistibly… C’mon, what are you waiting for!
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