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Default Re: The Matrona Virus. Men are forced to stay home. Family fights begin

Part 6. Thieves in the female occupied city at night
(Mitch barely escapes his own daughters.)

The night was dark and fortunately there weren’t many city lights, as Richard was running down the empty streets, after he had escaped his wife and daughter who wanted to keep him locked up at home by force. It felt emasculating that the two girls had overwhelmed his grown son and had almost gotten him too. Richard was ashamed of himself for being so afraid of his wife and daughter, that he was running and shaking for minutes after having escaped their strong, girly arms and legs.

He paused to catch his breath while holding his limbs that were still sore from the fight against the females of his family. He slowed down and stayed in the shadows so that he wouldn’t attract any attention. Then he put on the wig he carried in his trousers as he saw some women walking in the distance. He gathered his thoughts and felt awful, womanized, having to hide from women and become a woman himself in order to survive.

He had planned to go get Mitch and find a secret man’s gathering at the other side of the city to get shelter and prepare the next steps. Then they would try to free Jordan too. It took him a couple of hours to walk carefully to his friend’s house, hiding now and then in bushes, behind benches or in darkened gardens. Then he witnessed something really scary.

Here and there small troops of police forces were patrolling the bigger streets. It was almost like being under a military government, although there weren’t a lot of weapons or armored vehicles. But it was obvious that a kind of martial law had been enforced. Hiding behind a big trash can he saw a police troop marching by very closely to him - and his jaw dropped wide open. They all were girls, young women, in short police skirts, showing their trained legs in heeled boots and their toned, tender arms, still looking cute and pretty under their caps or helmets. They carried nothing but handcuffs, sometimes a casual black club for a weapon. Very few had guns at their belts. This was more like a costume cat walk in his male-macho eyes, their beautiful long hair fell on their shoulders and backs or was tied to a sexy pony tail.

But the moment he saw two men having been arrested and being dragged and carried by some of those hot strong girls, he got deeply scared. The poor men were blindfolded, gagged and had open wounds on their heads and bodies. Richard wasn’t even sure, if he would have the slightest chance to fight one of those girls, let alone to escape all of them, if they saw him. So even some random girl could shout and call those police forces, if she would recognize him. This was very dangerous. He had to avoid big streets where this female police could be patrolling.

The atmosphere was terrifying, alarms were singing frightfully in the distance, sometimes he saw police lights blinking and reflecting from walls and windows of dark, high buildings he walked by. A couple of times he heard cries, dominantly shouting female voices and screaming male voices in pure agony.

When the moon disappeared behind heavy clouds, Richard came out of his shelter and continued his journey through the dark. Finally he was just some blocks away from Mitch’s house and gained back some hope. Mitch had assured him that he would be able to sneak out his home at that time. It was good that it was located far away from the center and bigger streets or squares. As he walked and increased his pace he didn’t see or hear a soul outside. Until suddenly there was something, some light, silent steps behind him.

Before he could react somebody had pulled his female wig off his head. – “Look what a little bitch we have here!” A soft girly voice made him freeze. He turned and saw the oldest daughter of Mitch and Jenna, the 17-year-old Wendy. “Hi Richy! Nice to see you... I don’t think you are allowed to be here though.” - “Get away from me, that’s none of your business.” Richard said anxiously. Wendy was two inches smaller than him, had long brown hair and a slender body, here long legs were in tight jeans that showed she was quite a bit athletic.

She didn’t make an attempt to attack him, but stepped back and got her phone to call for help probably or to alarm the authorities. Richard immediately rushed forward and grabbed it. “I’ll kick your ass, if you betray me,” Richard hissed but before he could make another move, Wendy’s knee had gone up and hit his stomach and the second time his crotch. He bent over and felt her hand striking his neck which knocked him down. “It is me that is beating you up, as it seems, Richy.” She put his head between her legs, squeezed and said: “Just give me the phone or do you want me to break your neck by accident?” But he threw her cellphone into some bushes, grabbed her ankles and managed to throw her down. She continued holding his neck between her calves and took one of his hands. He struggled to breathe and couldn’t get out of her hold, when she robbed to the direction where her phone was, dragging him with her. “Wow, a grown man can be so weak,” she giggled.

But Wendy sensed that his head was getting out of her legs, got impatient and threw herself all over him, pinned him down and started strangulating him with her long sexy fingers. Richard struggled, coughed and squealed but threw her finally off of him. She was quite light being still that young. He got up, took her phone and threw it further away into the dark green of a small park. He felt her strong kicks but before she could take him down again he started running away and got lost around the next corner. How pathetic, he thought, being kicked by a teenage girl and running away again. She didn’t follow him though but quickly went for her device.

Richard eventually got to Mitch’s house and observed the entrance from the other side of the road being hidden in the undergrowth. He saw Wendy entering and heard some loud voices.

Mitch was alone with his two little daughters until Wendy came in. They were 15 and 16 years old. Helen, the younger one, was blond and Eleanor was light brown haired, both were tall for their age but still physically smaller than Mitch, although sporty and beautiful, wearing their short night dresses.

Jenna had gone out, hoping that Mitch wouldn’t find the key to escape. But in his risen anger over time he had decided to attack and force his little daughters to just give it to him and let him out. Wendy was going to meet a friend but after she had encountered Richard, she went straight back home to inform the other girls and get help.

Before she had gotten home though, Mitch had grabbed Helen and started slapping her face while holding her down to the couch in the living room. As she screamed, Eleanor came to help her and put her father in a sleeper hold pulling him back. Her arms immediately reduced his blood circulation and he let go of his younger daughter.

They fell onto the carpet and Eleanor wrapped her legs around his midsection from behind and squeezed with all her strength. Mitch had removed her arms from his neck but screamed as her thigh’s pressure kicked in. In the meantime Helen had jumped over her father, punching his face with her small fists which still hurt a lot, and then together with her sister they started strangling his neck with their bare hands.

They had him - the two young daughters had subdued their father and he was even fighting for his life now. For some seconds everybody had this thought. Wasn’t he a worthless human being, just annoying and now even threatening them? “We could kill you, daddy,” Eleanor yelled, “you are such a useless piece of shit around here, and now you dare to attack us?” Helen added: “How does it feel to be strangulated by your own teenage daughters?” She also wrapped her legs around him and as they both squeezed he became purple and almost fainted.

But then they got afraid and empathic and didn’t want to really kill their father. As their pressure ceased Mitch could free himself, moved rapidly to the side and took Eleanor into a headlock while pulling her hair. “Get me the keys now, brats!” he shouted. As Helen wanted to approach them again he gave her a hard kick that threw her down.

Right at that moment Wendy entered the house and came for help. She ran towards them, kicked Mitch’s legs away and as he went down, both girls grabbed his hands and pulled his fingers painfully back until he released Eleanor.

Then it was easy for the three girls. They never had fought their own father but had taken self-defense and a few other fighting classes in the past. Wendy locked his arm behind his back, Eleanor held his other arm and Helen helped forcing him to the ground. Then Eleanor put his head between her thighs while Helen was hurting his legs by pulling them in the wrong direction, as Wendy sat on his back holding his locked arm tightly. Mitch squealed and cried for help until his older daughter shut his mouth with her hand. Then he just begged silently… - “We will carry you upstairs to your room and lock you in until Mom returns. Don’t dare to resist, daddy,” Wendy said. He nodded and the three girls managed to lift him up like a child while still keeping him in a painful armlock. - Finally his daughters had degraded him physically too, after they had done it socially and intellectually in the past.

They carried their helpless father to his room, threw him down and as he slowly tried to get up, they put their pretty feet on him and pushed him back to the ground. “Stay down! Where you belong. Do you understand?” Helen said with her pretty feminine voice. Eleanor’s foot forced his face into the carpet. Wendy kicked his butt and as she got his manhood too, he squealed like a pig. Then they got out and locked the door behind him.

All this time Richard waited outside not knowing what was happening and why Mitch wasn’t showing up, although he could imagine. He sneaked behind the house and saw light in Mitch’s room. Carefully he climbed over the fence and got right under his window. He threw a small rock against the glass, the light went out and Mitch’s head appeared. He made Richard a signal to wait, then threw a rope, which he had fastened at a radiator, down to him and started climbing out of the window. When he got to the ground he hugged his friend and threw the rope back into his room.

“My daughters just humiliated me,” Mitch said weakly. “I know,” Richard replied. Then they both disappeared like shadows among the dark buildings of the city. They had become thieves in their own home town, grown man that had to stay under cover because they feared women.
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