Where the Bad Guys Always Win

From Patriarchal Fool to Matriarchal Slave

Matthew woke from his bed and stretched, yawning loudly. Last night was a good night for him. He managed to hook his claws into four different girls and fuck the hell out of them, using their bodies as living fleshlights. And he made sure to emphasize to the girls to keep silent or they would be in for a very, very bad time. He mused about going out again and raping some more girls later that night, but that was something he'd deal with later. First, it was time to get some breakfast. 

While heading to the shower, Matthew noticed that his house looked a LOT different than it did last night. The walls were a different color, the layout was different, and all the decorations were very feminine. He started to panic, thinking that he somehow fell asleep in the wrong house, but a quick look at the mail told him that, indeed, this was his address. He attempted to fathom what was going on when he saw the digital calendar on the kitchen counter-top. It was the first of April, but the year caused him to do a double take.  

He had somehow been flung a hundred years in the future!

Disbelieving time travel was possible, Matthew turned on the television and was shocked to see the local news have all women reporting, not just the traffic and weather girls but the anchors and reporters as well. They were talking about how crime was at an all-time low and average financial wealth was continuing to increase. On the television they were attributing it to the last fifty years after the United States officially became a Gynarchic Republic.

Wait... gynarchy?

Indeed, the report detailed how an army of women calling themselves Gynarchy Revolution began invading the political and business world in full force. Within a decade of announcing themselves, women made up over 350 spots of the Forbes Top 500 and the government became over 70% female. Those numbers steadily increased until women became the sole business owners in the country and every important government position was taken by a woman. There was a joke that, in the current administration, the first male in the Line of Succession is at position 69. Women had taken complete control of the US, and men had largely become their slaves and playthings, accepting their true place.

Backing up in horror, Matthew's mind raced to comprehend what he just watched. Women? In control? Men as slaves? This wasn't the natural order, this was the opposite! When going head-to-head, there's no way a woman could ever beat a man at anything, physical or mental! Then he noticed his cock was hard and that he was completely naked. He searched for some clothes, but, as expected, they all fit a woman. His own outfit he slept in was just a t-shirt and boxers, not enough to go outside. 

Suddenly, he heard a scream and turned around. Two women, very likely the current owners of the house, stared at the naked man before them in shock. The blonde shrieked and jumped back, terrified, while the short-haired brunette growled and raced forward, attacking the intruder for breaking into their home. Matthew tried to calm the women down to explain what was going on, but she easily grabbed his wrists, twisted his arm painfully, and sent him into the ground. She then stomped hard on his cock and balls, causing him to yell and groan in pain. Before he could recover, the blonde pulled out a taser from her purse and shocked Matthew into unconsciousness.

Awakening after a hard slap, Matthew groaned and shook his head. It took him a few minutes to remember what was going on when another slap made him alert. He looked up to see two beautiful policewomen standing over him. He tried to greet the two ladies, but found that his hands were cuffed behind him. Looking down, he also noticed something far more distressing: His cock was in a chastity cage! Suddenly angry, Matthew shouted at the two ladies, asking what was going on. 

One of the policewomen, whose name tag said "O'Shana," grabbed his hair and roughly pulled his head back, telling him that they got a call of a naked, unowned male breaking into a married couple's house. He tried to explain what had happened, but O'Shana and her partner, Bright, kept cutting him off. They probably wouldn't have believed the time travel thing anyway. Bright then said that it was rare for a male his age to not have an identification number, so he'd automatically be incarcerated in a slave camp a few miles down the road. But until then, they were free to do anything they wanted to him. After all, he was an unowned, unregistered male. Therefore, he had no rights whatsoever.

Stunned, Matthew's head was spinning. No rights? Slave camp? This wasn't right! He tried to protest yet again, but was quickly slapped by O'Shana, shutting him up immediately. The two women went over to a bag in the corner, and Matthew became very, very frightened when the policewomen turned around to show off the big, thick strap-on dildos they attached to their waists. He tried to leap and get away, but he was easily grabbed by Bright and slammed over the table. Unable to escape, Matthew began to cry a little as Bright's rubber cock was forced in his mouth while O'Shana slammed his ass.

Panic was beginning to overtake Matthew's mind. Men weren't made to be double fucked like this, women were! This was the complete opposite of what should be happening! He was a man, why was he being bullied by these two bitches? They should be begging to suck his cock! Unfortunately, there was nothing Matthew could do to break free of the women's grip. His asshole was not used to being fucked, so the cock pounding him was extremely painful, while he gagged on the rubber cock in his mouth. Matthew idly wondered if this is what the girls he raped felt like as he ravaged their bodies. 

Bright and O'Shana spent the next few hours using and abusing their new boy toy. Matthew was fucked, abused, whipped, degraded, and crushed by the two women, who were having the time of their lives. By the end, Matthew was on the floor, head down and ass up, with O'Shana's heeled shoe crushing his skull. He felt completely emasculated and humiliated, having been reduced to tears multiple times. Every time he complained, one of the women would either grab or stomp on his balls, causing him to cry out in pain. Eventually, he learned to shut up and take it, since he was in no position to fight back.

Eventually, a corrections officer, also a woman, arrived to transfer Matthew to the prison. She saw the man crumpled on the floor and gave a wry smile. His handcuffs were changed to shackles and his chastity cage was removed. He felt a collar being fastened around his neck, and the attached leashed was pulled as the officer dragged an unresisting Matthew to the transport van. As the van drove off, Matthew was able to look out the window at the new world around him. Sure enough, it was mostly women on the streets. Any men were in decidedly subservient positions. Some were chairs for their owners, some were transports, others simply followed silently. All the men were wearing collars and leashes similar to his. He just couldn't believe this was the new reality.

Some time later, they arrived at the prison camp. With the fight mostly taken out of him, it was simple to drag Matthew out of the van and into the building for processing. Taking a blood sample, it was confirmed that he was not registered in the system, but they didn't ask him anything about where he came from or if he still had any relatives left. Instead, they rubbed him with some kind of lotion, everywhere along his body, even his head, then took off his shackles and collar and forced him into a shower stall. Under the watchful eye of the guards, he proceeded to wash himself off, then horrified to discover his hair was falling out too! The lotion they had given him killed all the hair follicles on his body, leaving him completely hairless everywhere. Once his shower was done, the collar was re-attached and he was forced to follow them on all-fours.

Once they reached their destination, the guards strapped Matthew to some shackles hanging from the ceiling, forcing him to stand upright, as another guard came in with a weird machine. It took a scan of his retinas and then was moved behind him. Matthew had no idea what was going when he felt a laser shooting into his ass, causing him to yell at the top of his lungs. When it was done, the guard slapped him on the ass, making him yelp as his sensitive butt cheek still stung from the etching. The guard came around and said the laser etched a barcode onto his ass, officially registering him under his new name. 

No longer would he be known as Matthew. 

Now, he would be known by the number 423769.

Horrified at being reduced to a mere number, Matthew tried begging her to let him go, that he was just an innocent victim, but she just chuckled at the numbers he got assigned. The other guard walked up and grabbed his balls, crushing them in her strong hands, telling him that he was just a bitch now, and bitches don't talk. When she let go, he stayed silent, realizing there was no point arguing at this point. He'd have to find some way to escape on his own. Looking down, he was ashamed to see his cock rigid from the rough treatment, though the guard seemed amused. 

After he was finished being processed, Matthew groaned as he was led painfully down the hall. His hands were tied behind him, with a leash attached to a ring around his cock and balls. The guards chatted like they were on their lunch break, talking about what they were going to do when they got off and their love lives and stuff like that, completely ignoring their captive's suffering. The group eventually reached their destination, and Matthew was shocked at what he saw.

Lined up along the wall was a row of men, as hairless as he was, restrained completely. What was really unsettling was their crotch. A milking machine was attached to their cocks while two diodes were placed on their balls. Some of the men had their balls swelling several times their normal size. One of the guards told their prisoner that this was where disobedient males were placed for the first stage of their training. As hellish as his experiences were up to this point, this was definitely something Matthew did not want to experience and he started to shrink away. Sadly for him, there was a shock collar wrapped around his cock and soon he was collapsed on the floor in pain.

A few minutes later, Matthew found himself attached to the machine, the suction tube over his cock while diodes were attached to his balls. His arms and legs were completely trapped and his head was placed in a vice-like setup. The guards playfully slapped his cock as they turned on his machine. Instantly, Matthew felt his cock getting pumped by the machine, getting erect almost immediately. Under certain other circumstances, he would have thought it'd felt good, but here it was hell. Matthew desperately tried to think of a way to escape, but any plans formulated in his head was erased by another wave of suction on his dick. He also groaned as he felt his balls increase.

Not helping matters for him was the vice around his head. A soft melody played from the speakers on the sides of his head. He could just barely make out a woman's voice telling him how good it was to obey and how he was born to be a slave to women. As much as he despised what they were saying, Matthew couldn't help but get even harder, and soon he had his first orgasm, his cum being sucked through the tubes for whatever nefarious purpose this camp planned for it. Quickly, he felt his strength draining as the diodes got to work, making his balls bigger and his cock soon got erect again as the process repeated. 

Twelve hours later, some new guards came by to check in on their prisoner. He groaned as he had cum yet again. It had been many, many hours since he lost count of how many times he had orgasmed, but figured it had to have been over fifty by this point. The guards removed the tube and his cock was raw, begging for a rest, and the diodes removed from his sore balls. The prisoner groaned as his cock was finally free for a moment, before immediately being locked in a chastity cage. He was removed from his restraints, and his sore muscles caused him to collapse on the floor. 

In a rare act of mercy, the guards allowed their prisoner to take his time getting on his hands and knees. Once he regained use of his limbs, he shuffled to his knees and looked up at his guards in awe. He moaned in pleasure as they fastened a shock collar around his neck and tugged on the leash. They asked him if he had anything to say.

Smiling, the prisoner thanked the Goddesses for showing him the light and that he hoped to be a good slave for superior women like them. The girls giggled as they loved having fresh meat to use. Telling him to walk on all fours, they led him to the next phase of training. He happily followed the wonderful and merciful women.

A few days ago, the man known as Matthew believed that men were superior to women.

Now, that man was long dead, much like the patriarchy.

Only 423769 remained, more than happy that the matriarchy would forever be in control.