Angel World: A Matriarch Planet
Planet is a lush subtropical environment. All imports have been controlled and the flora and fauna are well balanced and provide a secure and pleasant surround. The settlements are also rigidly controlled as an experiment in matriarchy. Not only do women control the government of this planet, all males are totally without civil standing. No votes, no property ownership nor access to the judicial system. They can participate in most jobs, but not military, law enforcement, religious nor education. Some other professions require sponsorship or supervision by female monitors. Al males are implanted with a shocking device and all women wear a ring capable of activating it.
Visits and communication was severely limited, although many recruitment visits were conducted by regime members. Robert Daun, founder of the Dawn Corp had universal codes to the teleportation equipment and still had access to the planet which he had visited a few times. His visits never got beyond some visiting and sightseeing around the main settlement. In recent months, over 100,000 women had immigrated to Angel World, and half that many men. The influx seemed on an increasing upward curve. After the first rush, Daun had found it difficult to fill the quotas for settlement on any of his planets and was interested in finding the attraction. It was not readily seen, so he decided another visit was in order and this time he WOULD visit the hinterland. Were it not for him, no one would be there in the first place.
It was a spur of the moment decision, and he just walked down 2 flights and entered a transporter chamber. thumbed in the code and minutes later stood on the reception platform of Angel world where he was immediately taken into custody and charged with endangering transports in progress. As he left the platform he witnessed the arrival of two hundred new residents to be of this planet. All females. He was taken to “the office” and brought before the presiding Power.
Astrid Bjorn was the Power behind the bench on this day. She was interested and alert as unauthorized arrivals were heretofore unheard of. When she looked up and saw Duan, she was more interested. Due to the imbalance of males here, she among others lacked mates. Duan sparked some chemistry in her. He broadcast a challenge and to Astrid, a challenge was life! They studied each other. Duan was pleased with the petite, slim lady seated above him. Her hair was a blond helmet and she had a warm smile and lovely features. She was thinking much the same. What a cute little guy! With some breaking in (wet excitement?) he could make an ideal wife. She heard his explanation, but hardly listened to it. Her docket was clean. She told Daun that he would accompany her to her home in the countryside which he was so eager to see. But he was to consider himself in deep disfavor over his precipitate arrival. Daun was restrained and prepared to accompany Power Bjorn.
You have made me very angry announced Daun as he faced Astrid on her terrace after he was released by the escort. Astrid smiled at him and said that did not matter. What mattered was the problem he had created. We’ll see about all this, but his voice was dropping and he was feeling a little more uncomfortable facing this lovely person.
Taking his arm, she said come, I am hungry you may join me. Dinner was served in a low beamed dining room that overlooked a young orchard and vineyards. Little girls played nearby, attended and served by pretty young boys. Astrid pointed out a finiculture pond and as he looked she passed her hand over his glass and a small pill dropped, fizzed for a second and disappeared. It was a strong hypnotic. Come, take your glass and we’ll walk over. It is an interesting industry. It is more my career than being a Power, but we must fill several roles here at this time. As they walked, they sipped the wine and Astrid smiled as she watched Robert drink and soften in his anger. She was sure. The transporter had dropped a wife in her lap. It never occurred to her that he might object. What did that matter?
By the time they returned to the dining room the dishes had been cleared by menservants and soft music was playing. Robert was very relaxed. Robert, I want you to be happy. Yes, he answered I am. I feel very happy. You want me to make you even happier for all your life. Robert smiled and looked at her. I am happy. I am going to turn on a video recorder and I want you to answer all of my questions positively. Very positively, she instructed with a firm voice. Robert agreed. They sat before the lens, Robert still sipping his wine. Would you like to join our society? Oh yes. He was about to continue but she hurriedly supplied the next question. You understand you will give up your civil rights and become my property. His expression was vacant, but he firmly agreed. You are certain that you want to become my wife then and become an Angelican? Yes. Absolutely with no reservations? Absolutely.
Astrid turned off the recorder and summoned a manservant and told him to apply a genital restraint to Bobbie. She told Bobbie to undress and that he was now going to begin on his transformation into a perfect male. She wanted him to enjoy, participate and cooperate with it all. Bobbie agreed. You want to be more feminine. Yes. Yes my mistress, she corrected. Yes my mistress. The manservant returned, seated Bobbie and installed the simple restraint. Bobbie’s testes were pressed up into his body and Bobbie cooperated by holding them there as the scrotum was pulled over the penis and pinned in place with a series of locking rings which could only be released by a female’s ring.
The training “camp” looked more like a Graeco~Spanno resort. It was beautiful but Bobbies attitude was not. When roll of the 8 new trainees was called he did not recognize that he was now Bobbie Bjorn. They were shown their quarters then were to report for P E. Bobbie loudly informed them that he was Robert Daun, here by mistake and had to get back to his office at Dawn Corp., once. He did get one reply and that was a smile, and “Interesting”. He was looking around for and avenue of escape. As far as he could see there was no impediment to him simply walking away. Hmm. Which direction? His arguing and planning was cut short by being pushed into a cabana and handed an exercise suit of a leotard and tights. In PINK! He threw them back out. The instructor tapped her ring and Bobbie remembered the control implant. He remembered it because he was lying in a fetal ball, with saliva drooling from his lips. The guard smiled and told him he would get a little used to it in time and it would not feel as harsh, then sternly told him to get into his damned exercise suit. He picked himself up, went into the cabana and closed the door.
P E he discovered was getting slammed around by the staff. He was paired with a large, Slavic looking woman. She was not pretty, yet attractive. After shoving him around she told him it was permitted and expected that he would struggle against her. She held up her hand to show that she was wearing no ring, so he let her have a sucker punch. It shook her, but it was the only punch he landed. She provoked him to become more and more violent until he was totally exhausted. He was given a sweet cold drink, and shoved back into the pen to face his next opponent who could not have been half his weight. She was a little leery of him at first, but soon was tumbling him with some kind of Jiu Jitsu or Akido throws. by the time she was tired he felt like a Raggedy Ann doll being tossed around by a petulant brat. Raggedy ANN? He looked at his effeminate costume and started to cry. He had been told it was good for him to cry, had he not! He was tired and sore and sweaty and dirty and had gotten his outfit torn and everything! Baby Bobbie! Get up and come to the showers. He followed the 16 staff and the other 7 trainee males to the shower room, following their example, stripping and tossing the sweaty garments in a basket by the door. Somehow. he thought, I will have to wash these too. He bitterly longed for return to his real world where he would shut this silly place down. His time would come. As he stepped into the shower room, he looked out over the plain and imagined himself disappearing into the distance in the tall grass. Just then, about a half mile away, a huge lion appeared out of the grass and their eyes met. OK. Maybe not that way.
In the shower he found that it was his first responsibility to scrub each of his persecutors. When they were done he was allowed to wash himself. Clean white panties and dress awaited him. A staff member appeared to escort the newcomers to their first lecture. It was all about your control implant. It allowed him to be tracked anywhere on this planet and to almost every other planet he had any possible access to. Coverage would soon be universal. There were large Angelic enclaves on every planet that had been colonized, and soon they would have 2 transporters of their own operating on Earth. They intended to colonize several more planets and steadily convert the others to matriarchies. The control shocks could be delivered anywhere on Angelica, even in mines. If he absconded, he could be shocked into immobility until picked up by an Angel. Then the lecture went into the demasculization implant. It would relieve the symptoms of testosterone poisoning and make them more amenable. It would improve their appearance by reconturing their bodies. They were shown videos of weekly progress they could expect. In 4 months they would have breasts from full B to C and slimmer waists. Their body and facial hair would disappear and they would become more mentally as well as more physically sensitive. Then followed a soapy infomercial type of presentation about how they would become pretty girlies, perfect consorts to the ladies who had chosen them. Tomorrow’s lecture would deal with the new attitudes they would develop plus a review of some of today’s points. Now they could break, “wash” and go to lunch.
Yes, at lunch he found he had to first serve and then be on call to his two staff for the day, before feeding himself. It was an exceptionally good lunch, and lite, as he preferred. The afternoon was to be another exercise session which engendered dread in his heart, but he found, in this case it meant tennis and swimming for the staff and scrubbing, cleaning vacuuming washing, ironing and helping the male cook with his preparations for dinner.
They had a half hour relaxation, then dinner, allowing them time to eat if they were quick about it after serving the women. Then there was a frank indoctrination session.
The Angels were organizing all like minded women into an overall political party and recruiting the many men already willing to support them. These persons worked within regular parties and fostered their selected candidates from local school boards to the national scene. In the past two years many positions had been secured and many changes were slowly appearing. They were also extending their influence into the media and shaping the news, fashion, and entertainment to support matriarchal ideals. Bobbie felt himself stirred and excited by the final triumph predicted by the detailed video that was shown.
Prior to bedtime he had one more session. This was an hour in solitude with a staff member. This was the smaller of the two that he was attached to today. She lit a candle between them and had him watch it as she explained things and told him what to think and accept. At the end, he felt calm and restful and happy. He did not protest when she had him bend over so she could insert a “night filler” He went to his room, changed into a gown and crawled into bed. As he stretched out in the prone the filler began so softly buzz. Soon he was asleep, but the insistent voice of his tiny teacher went round and round in his mind. in his mind. In his . . .
(This was posted by “Nomad” on a Usenet newsgroup about a dozen years ago.)