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

The Matrona Virus

Part 1:
The Coronavirus has challenged traditional gender roles in society. Girls beat boys in games and small family fights. Corona mutates into the male-killing Matrona virus. Gender roles are therefore about to change radically to a female-led society. Women will have to force men to stay home to stop spreading this virus, to save the male gender as a whole. (In Part 2 real mixed fights and wrestling will take place in the family because men will try to resist, try to free themselves and fight back.)

It was a warm Friday evening in autumn when a happy, middle class family was sitting together in the living room, the father, Richard, a hard-working business man, 50 years old, the mother, Sara, 41, a high ranking civil servant and lawyer with a fit, tall body and a pretty face - though being a woman she was still a bit smaller built than her husband, who was of average physical shape - and their children, their son Jordan, 23 years old, and their daughter Cindy, a 21 year old hot looking, slender young woman. (Some rumors say that Sara was Jordan’s stepmother, and Cindy his stepsister, but this distinction isn’t of any interest, as the family bonds were very strong anyways.) While both girls had stunning blue eyes, Sara had brown hair and her daughter was blond, both had fair and healthy locking, summer-tanned skin, gorgeous, creamy, feminine legs, that they sunbathed and exercised a lot. The men locked quite a bit pale compared to them but they were of a good build too.

Although the family wasn’t overly conservative, the traditional roles had been more or less in place, until recently Richard had been the main bread winner and son Jordan was about to pursue a business career in his father’s company. As a boy he had been also the taller and stronger one of the siblings. Girly Cindy wanted to become a nurse or a social worker. But some coincidences changed this whole traditional family form and turned it upside down.

Nature or genetics simply had decided that Cindy should become two inches taller than her older brother, which had been obvious since last year. She couldn’t stop rubbing it in, while he hadn’t yet overcome this small but permanent humiliation and maybe never would. Nature was such a bitch sometimes. He still seemed to have the stronger body, although he didn’t train as much as his sister did lately and preferred to play video games. She must have gotten her height from her mother also, who was less than an inch smaller than their dad at 5’9’’ but wearing high heels almost every day, she was normally towering over him. Jordan was a bit taller than his parents, although his mother still looked down at him when being in her high heels and nowadays his sister was the tallest, at 6 feet, dwarfing both males, especially if she wore heels but also without.

“If I look at you, little brother, I can’t see that men are the stronger sex!” Cindy made fun of her brother, who answered annoyed: “You are just the exception, sis. You’re taller than me and probably always will, I have to accept that. But I am still stronger, as your older brother and as a man!” – “Let’s arm wrestle and see,” she giggled. “In a few years I will have surpassed you by far, brother. You would keep the first place in playing video games, that’s for sure though.” Her demeaning voice hurt his male ego quite a bit. He gladly accepted the challenge and they locked hands on the table in front of their parents who were amused. They started pushing and immediately Cindy’s eyes met with Jordan’s, who was suddenly frightened by her strength he hadn’t expected. She gave him a wide smile as she noticed that. It shocked the males of the family, that it was so hard for Jordan to beat his little sister. He soon was exhausted, he had given everything and until the end it wasn’t even sure who would win. – “Oh this was close!” their mom laughed satisfied, “never underestimate women! Now it’s our turn, Richard.” Smiling the parents locked their hands and again… it was quite even, the man had to struggle a lot to keep the upper hand and win. His face was dark red while Sara seemed to be relaxed. For Richard it was his authority as a husband and a father figure that was at stake. “Males have a hard time to keep their traditional role lately,” Sara said and smiled with compassion.

She was right. Some months ago the coronavirus pandemic had shattered many lives and the economy of the world and although the first wave had passed, many men, who worked in the private sector, had lost their job or their income had shrunk a lot. Women on the other, who on average were working in the public sector or in nursing, social and medical jobs had to work more and had often been promoted. Many traditional families had to face a change in classical gender roles.
In Richard’s family this happened also. Sara was now the main breadwinner, earning five times as much as her husband, who’s business had almost gone bankrupt due to the lockdown, that had lasted more than a month. Her smart savings actually had saved his business from drowning. But his financial contribution to the family was now almost insignificant and negligible compared to his wife’s, who marginalized his role completely. She had often thought about making him sell his business, transfer the money to her account, as she managed most of the family finances now, become completely dependent on her, her house-husband, her personal cook and housekeeper. But she never told him that because she didn’t want to hurt his feelings and she knew that this day would come as his business would go bankrupt sooner or later and she wouldn’t be helping him out again.
Men’s physical superiority was also challenged through this virus that seemed to harm men more than women, in an unfair, unequal way. Men were publicly considered to have a weaker immune system and inferior genetic material compared to women, because 65% of the dead were men. But the deaths were still just 5% of the cases, so it was no big deal. But the lockdown had somehow made men weaker, mentally and physically, while women seemed to keep their shape in a better way. Also women managed their jobs in the private sector or in politics better than men, who had a more macho attitude and were more careless towards the pandemic, they couldn’t adapt as well. Countries with female leaders did better in fighting the virus and women were trusted more so their businesses were more successful also. There was some kind of shift going on toward a more matriarchal society, no one could deny that. Women even managed to care for their children during the lockdown at home better than men, while keeping their job. Many men felt disposable, useless and that nature had played an unfair game, mistreating the male gender, but they hoped that everything would go back to normal as soon as the pandemic would be over.

Richard and his son Jordan felt exhausted after the tough arm wrestling against the females of their family, even though they had won in the end. “This was just a warmup for me,” Sara said, “let’s change partners now, I’ll challenge my sweet son and our daughter will take on her father! Women may be a bit weaker but science says we have more endurance than you men. Female muscles are smaller but of better quality than men’s!” She stroked her son’s cheek and grinned. The family did as she said. They arm-wrestled simultaneously, which was a lot of fun in the beginning. But soon the eye opening, breath taking event, that Sara had secretly predicted, took place. Both women slowly but steadily forced the arms of the men of the family down to the table. Silence was in the room while for the shocked men this had to sink in slowly. “Oh yeah!” Cindy shouted and laughed. “What’s the matter daddy, is your own daughter stronger than you…? What’s up bro? Did Mom and Sis kick your asses? Hahaha!” Sara tried to calm the situation down: “Well, this only shows our better endurance. Normally our men are a tiny bit stronger than we are – just to keep roles in place.” She giggled. Richard said: “Yeah you are right babe. And when corona is gone, we will hit the gym again, you can be sure. And you have become a strong little brat, Cindy.” He smiled a bit humiliated, still being the loving father of the house. Sara turned to Jordan: “Awww, is your mother stronger than you, baby? I thought you were a grown man!” – “No, come on, I’m just out of shape and exhausted, as you said. Revenge will come soon, mom!” He said a bit pissed off, having a red face both from embarrassment and his sore arms. Both men had still the images of the pretty but strong female hands in their mind, their sexy polished fingernails that cut into their skin and humiliated, emasculated them while their hands were forced down by women’s strength. They still saw the beautiful eyes that looked deeply into theirs with a superior female confidence while crushing the male one.

The beauty of the two women of the family, their femininity and that they often dressed in a hot, provoking way added to the constant feeling of humiliation of the males. Sara was wearing a short, tight dress and Cindy a short skirt and a tank top that showed the shape of her amazing boobs and both women had their extremely hot legs constantly on display. Sara didn’t want to fuck her husband so often since the day she was making more money than him and even had to save him financially, which had made her lose a lot of respect for him and was a turnoff. Although she loved him, she couldn’t help it. This lowered his self-esteem even more and had made him being easily and almost constantly aroused by his wife. It was incredibly frustrating and humbling but she couldn’t do more than pity him and try to make him accept this new reality of less sex and more female authority around the house, by constantly teasing and denying him, to make him feel his permanent dependency on her. Sometimes she helped him out with her beautiful nailpolished hands or feet, let him lay on the floor and jerked him with her high heels or let him hump her legs like a dog, when he begged her for sex, which embarrassed him and drove him crazy. If she wasn't in the mood at all, she just allowed him to please himself while watching her in private, desperately. He had to look up to her, without being able to have her most of the time. She also thought that dressing hot every day would be pleasurable for him, so he would touch himself more happily afterwards while thinking of her. It was more of a big distraction though and an every day torture for him, but she had no idea she was doing this to him. She was basically humiliating and emotionally torturing her husband night and day without knowing it! -

“Don’t be sad Jordan, you are still the man of the family in video games, no girl could beat you in that,” Sara said with a motherly but somehow mocking tone in her voice. “Oh, I wouldn’t be sure about that,” Cindy said arrogantly, “I have tried his games with my girlfriends and they were not very hard for us, after just a few times we were quite good. I could take you on, brother! - And you could get into this quickly, mom. Let’s play.”
This was family bliss. All of them took the controllers and started some games in multiplayer mode, racing, fighting or shoot ‘em up games. From the beginning Jordan was leading of course, the other family members were beginners, Cindy had a small advantage, so the parents were still struggling to avoid the last place but Richard soon admitted that this wasn’t his thing. He laughed being surpassed by the females of the family as well as by his talented son of course. He had no big ambition to win, rather having a good, fun time with his family. Sara, having to struggle at first, soon understood the techniques and started catching up, becoming a threat to her daughter, who for her part was slowly closing the gap with her brother. After about one hour the females had come dangerously close to Jordan in points and wins. They all had left the father of the family far behind. This made Richard feel somehow small and insignificant, although he tried to see it as fun, he couldn’t help feeling humiliated and shown up by women. Sara bragged and made fun of her husband, giggling: “Eat our dust, baby! You’ll never come close to us girls! Haha!” – “I am too old for such games,” he answered, trying to seem superior, although he couldn’t hide his embarrassment. “We are coming for you now, Jordan!” Cindy said, smiling viciously. “How does it feel to be shot and killed by your sister and your own mother?” They played a shout ’em up game and the girls had killed Jordan several times and were catching up in points, although he was still leading. It was the first time they had come so close to his victory points. For the father it was a pure massacre. The predatory women just hunted him for fun and killed him all the time like a weak animal, so they could collect many points from him, until he dropped out. Adding insult to injury the women had placed their gorgeous naked legs with their polished toenails on the table, so the males could always see that they both were getting their butts kicked by two extremely feminine girls.

“Show the women their place,” Richard told his son, cheering him on. “I will,” he answered, “they only got so many points from killing an inexperienced player like you.” – “We are basically inexperienced too, baby.” Sara was determined to beat her son also now. “And you be quiet, loser, you aren’t the man of the house anymore!” She giggled and mocked her husband in a loving way, raising her leg and pressing her one foot into his cheek beside her, almost pushing him off the couch. “Oh stop it, baby.” Richard laughed a bit annoyed and wanted to get up. “You aren’t going anywhere!” Suddenly she threw her leg around his neck and drew him down, still playing and hitting her son Jordan with her virtual machine gun, almost killing him. Then with one hand she grabbed Richard’s hair and pulled him it into her headscissors, he gagged. “You stay here and watch how we girls destroy your son right in front of your eyes! Just wait and see!” Sara said assertively and both women laughed in joy. “Very funny, Sara, now remove your sweaty legs from my neck!” Richard commanded and tried to pull them apart with his hands, but she smiled as she just killed Jordan once again with a few shots. “Can’t you free yourself from mom’s legs, dad?!” Jordan asked, feeling humiliated himself as a man, watching his dad struggling like this and finally accepting it. “No one can free himself from such a hold, it’s not fair,” Richard said. Then he started pulling Sara’s hair. She screamed and grabbed one of his hands after another and forced them under her butt, so that he was trapped and finally gave up struggling. “Don’t pull my hair like a little bitch you are! Just watch how the women of the family, after killing the father, now dismantle and slaughter the son!” Cindy said with a wide smile: “Yeah mom, we’ll show them their place.”

This was very demoralizing for Jordan and he saw that the girls had learned so fast and were now really almost outperforming him, they had become so smart and fast in their reactions, as if their brains were stronger, more adaptable and efficient than his! And his mother had just called his father a bitch! And he wasn’t able to respond or defend himself. Jordan felt weak. “Let them have their fun, Jordan, just destroy them, you’re the man here, son!” Richard had difficulties getting out the words but still he wasn’t in bad mood, this was all just family fun. “Oh shut up, beaten husband, broken man!” Sara hissed at him and started choking his throat with her thighs, so that she made sure he wouldn’t say a word until the game was over. He turned purple, got dizzy and started feeling really embarrassed by his wife now. Cindy added: “You should say, beaten father also. His daughter kicked his ass too.” Both women giggled as he muffled something through Sara’s legs, who petted his head.
Then came the moment. The girl’s encircled and forced Jordan’s character to a place he couldn’t escape nor hide anywhere, and then attacked him at once. He tried to shoot back first at his mother, because he thought she would be easier to kill, but he couldn’t aim properly because his sister was hitting him already from the other side, from quite a distance. When he turn toward her, to finish her firstly as being the bigger obstacle, changing his tactics, his mom started shooting at him and although she didn’t get him as often as his sister, she made it almost impossible for him to properly shoot back at Cindy, who was throwing her bullets at him mercilessly, without making any effort to hide anywhere. He tried to duck, to run like a wounded rabbit, but the girls, who hadn’t got hit at all yet, just hunted him down, humiliated and killed him. “Yeah! Got you, bro!” Cindy screamed, as she had surpassed her brother for the first time in points, Sara had about equal points now and laughed also. The girls high-fived. “How is that? To see your own son, the last man of the house being killed, massacred and humiliated by the females of the family?” Sara looked down and smiled at Richard, who was struggling to breath and who wasn’t in good shape at all. “You just got lucky and got me trapped in that corner,” Jordan said. But unfortunately his sister was leaving him far behind already and his mother was challenging him for the second place now. His hands were sweating. He felt that his sister was now better than him, she could kill him easily in a direct confrontation. When he came to confront Sara suddenly she was also the one hitting and after a while killing him! All by herself! And soon both girls were way ahead of Jordan in points, laughing and screaming in satisfaction and excitement. He had given up already and both girls were way ahead of him after a while. They hunted him down like they had done to his dad, it was a run the gauntlet, they played with him like two felines with a rabbit or a mouse. “Wow, how did you learn so fast?” Jordan asked silently, having become humble. “Well baby, maybe we girls are smarter and think faster than you. Women are as capable as men in winning. And, I’m afraid I have to break it down to you, those games just aren’t such a big intellectual challenge for us,” Sara said with a sweet pity in her caring voice. Cindy replied: “It’s a lot of fun kicking your macho ass. But now it is women’s turn to play seriously, we don’t need you men anymore!”

Suddenly Cindy copied her mom but instead of grabbing Jordan’s head, she wrapped her legs around his body, trapping his arms. The bodyscissor was too tough and Jordan had to let the player fall down, while his sister’s thighs squeezed the air out of his lungs. “This is just great!” Sara applauded her. And both women continued playing while having their male opponents trapped between their legs, struggling and cursing. “Shut up and watch us females play, so that you can learn how real gaming goes!” Cindy said. And the girls played for half an hour ignoring the men between their legs. It was a tight fight but finally Sara passed her daughter in points! This was hilarious. She released Richard and danced around the living room. “All right mom,” Cindy said amused, “you can have that! Good game. We destroyed the men of the house, that’s the important thing. We showed them their place!” Jordan was released too and shoved his sister away. “Yeah, that’s just one game,” he said, “I bet in the others I can kick your ass still.” – “Well all right, let’s play those too, so we can humiliate you thoroughly today!” Sara said seriously and grabbed the controller again, sitting down next to Richard.
They played one car racing game and one martial arts game and sadly both games went like the first but much faster. Richard got left behind from the beginning, Jordan was leading but already after the first round the women’s cars passed Jordan’s and he had to eat their dust. They even surpassed him a second and third time! Now Cindy was the first, Sara second and after a huge space came the boys. “You seem demoralized. Hate to tell you, women are the better drivers too! Hahaha!” Sara taunted her son.

Then they started the martial arts fighting game, where Sara was literally kicking ass now. She was leading from the beginning. She kicked and punched the characters of her husband and her son to a pulp, it was a relentless slaughter. Sara was so fast and fought with such ferocity, that both men felt sick. It felt almost like she was beating them up in reality. Even Cindy managed to beat Jordan quite fast although not with such an ease as her mother. “How does it feel to get beaten up and getting his ass kicked by your sister?” – “And by your mother.” Sara added. “What hurts more, boys, Cindy’s kicks or Sara’s punches and knees?” Both girls laughed while petting the men’s head. Jordan stuttered: “After you held me in your legs for such a long time, how am I supposed to play, my chest and arms still ache.” This excuse sounded so sad and pathetic. “Aww, did we squeeze you men too hard with our legs?” Sara giggled, “too bad!” Feeling physically and mentally bruised the men stood up without saying a word, while the girls kept nagging them the whole night.
They knew things like these wouldn’t have happened if there wasn’t this stupid coronavirus. Men weren’t as motivated as before, and women could just come up on top in things which were supposed to be men’s domains, just through practicing out of boredom, being at home for such a long time. That women were often better at many things like video games would never have shown up and men would still be in peace and delusional, thinking they are the sole masters.

The next evening the guys had another bad idea to challenge the girls to make a family chess tournament. Originally Richard was known to be the chess brain of the family and Jordan was a very good player too, they mostly played against each other, while the females seldom played, because they found it a bit boring and useless. “Oh did you finally find something you are better at?” Sara giggled, “well, let’s have a big chess-evening then, so maybe you can get your big male victory here.” She kissed her husband on the cheek and they all went to prepare the table in the living room. “This is really unfair, you men played chess way more often than we did. But okay, it is just fun, you can have your win, I’m not a sore loser like you,” Cindy said. When they sat down she announced: “If you win this tournament, we will wash the dishes and clean the kitchen for two weeks. But if we girls win, you will get on the ground and kiss our feet and lay there for two hours while we keep playing or watching TV – and you’ll bring out the trash for two weeks!” But the men of the family were sure they would win with ease, so they laughingly accepted her bet. Sara and Cindy had way less experience in chess but they had watched many games their family men had played, noticing their strategy, their way of thinking and their mistakes sometimes, while thinking to themselves how they would have moved the pieces otherwise. But they hadn’t the passion the males had so they hadn’t played too often. They thought it would be a lot of fun, if they could beat them even in their own domain now, in something they really loved but which didn’t mean so much to the girls. It would be such a rush to beat the boys here and to embarrass them. So the girls decided to give everything… the boys on the other hand didn’t take this as seriously as they should have.

The first four games they played at the same time, males against females, were points for the males, which made them overconfident, while the girls were figuring out their opponent’s strategy and tactics. The next games lasted longer and were almost a draw, Richard and Jordan had to give everything to finally get their checkmate. Then suddenly the girls caught up and things were even! As if they were communicating all the time they simultaneously got the total score to be 8 – 8, while the last 8 victories all went to the women, Sara had beaten Richard and Jordan twice, the same time Cindy had. The last game was quite easy for them, they somehow had understood the men’s way of playing, which was more aggressive and risky and less sophisticated than they thought. “You got lucky and we underestimated you, we didn’t concentrate anymore, because we thought we have you anyway! But this makes it more interesting.” Richard bragged and tried to excuse their losses. “The next round will tell!” Sara said with a wide smile. So the next round the boys used their brains as powerfully as they never had, to avoid humiliation, and indeed it wasn’t an easy and fast victory - for the girls. But more or less… it was easy. After fifty to sixty moves both boys had lost to both girls again in a matter of minutes. “We got you!” said Cindy slowly and emphatically. “We beat you,” said Sara with a serious tone, which was deeply humbling. It was 12-8 for the girls. “It’s not over yet,” stammered her son, “we didn’t say when it would be over.” – “Well, we have time,” answered Sara, “until one side gives up, baby.” She smiled.

Then they all decided to play on one board two against two, were the teams could discuss their moves secretly. This was a huge mistake, because the women were experts in communicating and working together, while the men were used to compete and do things on their own. So the women just destroyed them in the next team games, they massacred their army, they slaughtered them game after game, it was beyond humiliation... Sara stroked her husband with her foot under the table, which made thing even worse, it distracted and humiliated him even more. Cindy placed her foot symbolically on Jordan’s the moments she killed one of their stronger pieces or when she checkmated them. He hadn’t the nerve to react anymore and just took the degradation. After some losses Richard and Jordan started panicking, doing even more mistakes, so the girls managed to beat them already after twenty or thirty moves, which is nothing, it is like when an expert plays against a beginner. After a while the girls didn’t need to communicate anymore, they just played with a wide, sexy smile, softly giggling, checkmating the males countless of times. The score now counted in rounds was 24–2 for the girls! – “Awww.. don’t be sad.” Sara petted both her men with compassion and a smile of superiority: “I think it’s time to give up.” Cindy added: “Yeah. You could start licking our feet, I would like to play against mom, and not waste my time against pathetic beginners like you.” – “I’m afraid she is right,” Sara nodded. “We are way better than you, we are basically out of your league.” Jordan stammered: “How are you such good players? You learned so fast. This is unfair, we played our whole lives and you beat us so easily. It is our favorite game and you beat us in something we love, although you don’t have any passion for it. This is simply humiliating! You humiliated us absolutely! How can nature be so unfair? Why did nature made you girls so much better than us men?” He was so frustrated, almost in tears. “Aww, we are just way smarter then you.” Cindy laughed. They decided to try one more time. The girls just squished them under their intellectual feet, after ten moves they checkmated them. The men felt sick, they felt so inferior and humbled that they were just drawn to the feet of the women of the family and started kissing them. The girls giggled and played for themselves. “Finally a real opponent,” Sara said and both girls laughed with their high pitched, feminine voices.

For half an hour the men kissed the feet of the two smarter women, then they wanted to get up and slowly sneak away, when they felt the feet and legs take their heads, pulling them back and pushing them down again. “Where are you going? You’re not going anywhere,” said Cindy, “two hours haven’t passed. We will watch TV now and you will lay under our feet!” So it happened. Never ever in their lives the males had felt emasculated and degraded like this, they never imagined that something like that could ever happen. “If this damn virus hadn’t come, we wouldn’t be here.” Richard said. “We men would be able to think more relaxed, or we just wouldn’t have played against you at all. There wouldn’t be a question of who wears the pants. No one would know that you are smarter.” – “Yes baby,” replied Sara from above, “this virus was beneficial for women and it brought up the truth! That women are superior to you men in every way. How do you feel being under my feet, husband?” –“Things will change again, when this virus, that makes us men so weak in society, will be gone. Everything will be as it was.” Richard tried to get these words out, while being smothered by his wives feet. “No it won’t,” said Sara calmly, “how do you feel, that your wife makes five times more money than you, baby? I actually saved your company, without me you wouldn’t have even this small income you have now.” – “You can’t socialize the whole private sector, it won’t last,” Richard replied. – “We won’t, that’s just temporarily. Many companies will be private again and reopened and many new, better ones will be opened, but most of them will be in women’s hands I’m afraid. We are better off, and many women who work for the state will get those companies they saved and managed with state money.” – “You can’t do that,” Richard almost pleaded, “this is theft, it’s unfair. All this only because of this damn pandemic! This virus, I hate it!” – “Aww baby, that’s the way things are going to be, I know it is hard. But maybe it will be better for society in the end. Women have done a better job running the country during this crisis and before that.”

After a while the girls changed the position of their feet and placed them around the necks of the men, squeezing them softly and choking them with their footscissors every now and then but allowing them to watch TV too. Now they couldn’t get away, even if they wanted. They were being strangulated by those girly feet with polished toenails whenever they tried to make the slightest move. They felt so bad being at the mercy of the feet of women.
As the family was watching TV and the women were establishing their dominance and superiority by having the men lay down at their feet, news about the coronavirus had come out and the young female speaker started announcing and explaining the new incidents and data related to the pandemic:

“Not only have those countries been more successful fighting the coronavirus that are led by women, so men have utterly failed in being good statesmen and politicians, but also men’s immune systems keep failing and proving female superiority also on a biological level. Men show much more bad social behavior too, acting irresponsible, not caring about social distancing and other measures to minimize the spreading of this disease, so that there are now three times as much men than women in critical conditions.”
– When Richard and Jordan, who were kept under Sara’s and Cindy’s feet, made an attempt to move and make a comment on what they just heard, the girls shut them up, pressing their legs around their neck tightly. “Hush!” Sara didn’t want to hear the boys’ opinion right now.
The speaker continued: “But most concerning is the death rate among males, even young, healthy men, who were infected. In the first wave we had a death rate about 65% among males, which showed, what was basically casual, that they simply have a weaker immune system than women due to their degenerated Y chromosome, also due to not having a second X chromosome like women, and because of testosterone and the lack of protecting estrogen.
But the new cases of this second wave we are in show, that the virus now kills almost all infected males, indiscriminately, not caring about age or pre-existing health conditions, while less and less females are dying or getting ill in general. Deaths of men per cases have risen to unbelievable 98%. Some scientists suggest already that the virus has mutated or that women’s immune system has adapted and that the virus has found a way to fool and crush men’s biological system. There are almost no new female deaths, while millions of men die in our country, even on the whole planet this natural gendercide is documented.
The mutated virus also kills males in an awful, almost sadistic way, much worse than before, causing them a lot of agony, incredible pain, fear and despair. There are almost only women around those dying men and they look up those women as to goddesses now, as to their last and only hopes. But they can’t help them anymore, they just witness their suffering and dying, holding their hands without any safety measures, because they have nothing to fear for themselves, being immune even to infection. They stand over the weak males like supreme beings. They don’t wear masks anymore, which shows their superior biology to the males in a direct way. Nature is just awfully unfair. But women have to do all the hard work also now. So no one can blame them if they relax, if they laugh and dance a bit sometimes while being around the suffering, dying men!”

– The two helplessly stuck men of the family were in shock and wanted to protest but the women just shut them up with their feet. They just had to listen to this hot female speaker, saying those incredibly degrading things, while being in this humiliating position, held captive between the feet of women.

“Some call this cruel, that nurses and female doctors dress provocatively hot now, chitchatting and laughing, while their male patients scream and suffer, suffocate and die right under them, having to look at their legs, heels and cleavages of those healthy, strong women surrounding them, towering over them. Most women can’t do more than pet and stroke the men’s heads and cheeks while seeing them in agony, begging the females to help them. Painkillers are rare and expensive and most nurses decide to withhold them totally, because they feel like it’s useless to spend them on so many suffering men who would all die in some days or weeks. Some evil girls even made fun of the those men in pain, mocking them while they lie helpless in their beds, saying they would deserve it just for being weak and mentally inferior! Mother nature would take revenge now for all the mistreatment of women in the past. Many women just can’t help it and feel empowered and superior, while seeing men being exterminated like this by nature. They say: They feel bad about having those thoughts, but there’s nothing they can do. Some female doctors suggested even to kill every man that catches this disease in the first place to relieve him from his suffering and to relieve women from their hard pointless labor and save money. Others then convinced the president, that we should let them suffer or prolong their suffering even if it gets worse, although there is absolutely no chance to find a cure, because most women scientists feel that they shouldn’t do any research to finding one, because it is men’s fault being so irresponsible and weak, and the only hope would be for them to develop a stronger immune system through this. Although everyone knows that's basically impossible, as men are genetically inferior. But who knows - and besides, it would be morally wrong and too brutal and dirty for us women to exterminate millions of men. We prefer watching them all die slowly before our eyes, suffering enormous pain and agony for weeks, while realizing every single second how superior the female sex really is. This would help spreading wokeness. Some girls, as reports say, can’t help it and just smile, when being at the bed of those men, looking them deep in the eyes, while they suffer and die, having to see as their last sight a biologically superior woman, who’s nature is simply beating theirs.
But of course most women in general are compassionate and agree that this is an awful disease, we all feel sorry for men! Poor babies! So we discovered a little something, a sort of natural painkiller for those suffering men, that gives their bodies a bit of the female substance, it is our saliva. It gives men some strength and nurtures them, when they swallow it, it is a pain relief but of course it doesn’t save them and just prolongs their now milder suffering for months, which some consider even more cruel because of that. Many men can’t stand the agony and beg the nurses to given them from their saliva, and the girls spit in their mouth and face every now and then. If the male patients aren’t respectful towards them or stare at their legs the girls just withhold their saliva and let them suffer until they are respectful towards women again, until they cry like babies and beg those girls to spit in their mouth. For men female saliva is now being considered a divine elixir that improves their immune system, their health and biology in general. Although many male patients find it extremely humiliating to get spit on by women and swallow their saliva, after a while of suffering their defensiveness and their male ego is broken and they beg the girls to do this to them. Some mean girls enjoy spitting on men to humiliate them and laugh at their faces, but we should encourage that because of the beneficial effects it has. We really shouldn’t care about men’s egos in this situation. Some lucky men get spit on and swallow women’s saliva the whole day long to reduce their suffering. There is nothing more cute and wonderful, when men show appreciation and thank women every day, every hour for doing this to them and giving them some relief through their own female substance.”
The sexy female reporter couldn’t help it either and giggled: “This male-killing virus is really an unfair treatment used by mother nature to degrade, punish and fight men, as it seems. It shows how absolutely inferior their biology is and how superior women’s nature is. Scientists insist that this must be said and that this isn’t just some feminist propaganda but hard facts that have to be taken under consideration, when future political decisions are being taken.
Our president has already released an executive order that says all males have to be quarantined at their homes immediately. She announced also that men’s lives matter and all women should take special care of the men in their homes from now on. All females should help to keep men at home at all costs even by physical force, while they should provide food and any other care for them, that‘s needed.
A total change of gender roles is necessary, to save our men’s and boy’s lives. Women must be in total charge from now on, to help fight this virus. Almost the entire workforce, the administration, the police and the military will be transitioned to 100% female overnight. For many men this will feel like a coup d'état, a women’s takeover at first. There will be many men that will try to escape, to take power again, or to hide from female supervision, brave masculine freedom fighters! But they really shouldn’t try that, because sooner or later they would be subdued and destroyed by the female forces, that will be many times stronger, more determined, much smarter and better organized. Such an egotistical male freedom will not be tolerated. Men’s true freedom and wellbeing will be guaranteed only under women’s supervision and by women’s decision-making.
She also said that we should prepare, that even after the virus our society wouldn’t return to normal ever again, because women will have become the new protectors and providers and the roles won’t be exchangeable in most cases. But at least men would be allowed to leave the house without female supervision after all this would be over. Most positions of power, most jobs will be transferred now to women’s hands immediately, if they aren’t already held by them. Only some men will keep lower ranking home-office jobs. Females are allowed to live their lives feely and go wherever they want, go on holiday, go to work, keep studying, shopping, partying, while all males must be kept locked at home for at least a year, for their own safety. If the women of the household can’t keep them inside, the police or other female citizens would bring them back and punish them accordingly. But we all assume that most men are reasonable and follow the new rules without back talking, without any hesitation or complaint.
All men’s lives are really in the hands of women, they are at the mercy of their female doctors and politicians, of all women basically. We could let them die, if we want, we already have enough frozen sperm, which men thankfully donated, without knowing that doing that they give women full control over their future existence on this planet, so we can reproduce forever without them. Women can even manipulate the sperm cells genetically to create men as they like them to be, small, hard-working, caring, docile, compliant. So men’s lives belong to women, they should thank us for letting them live, for letting them exist as a gender. We brought them into existence and we get to decide if we take them back, so that’s only fair.
Also after the pandemic they estimate that only 20% of all humans will be males, 80% will be females, the world will be run by women and belong to them. We know that these are very, very tough times for our boys, for our men, we love. They must be very strong and take this, accept this, accept their new place in society, their new role in existence, accept also that this is an emergency situation, created by a force of nature that threatens their existence and will change everything we knew.
Social scientists suggest, that we call this new mutation the ‘Matrona virus’, because of it’s androcidal behavior, it proves the fundamental genetic inferiority of men compared to women and it necessarily reverses gender roles in society completely, it establishes gynarchy, matriarchy so to say, while eliminating male privilege once and for all. They suggest also, that maybe all this isn’t a bad thing, despite it causes so much suffering and humiliation to males, but ‘bad girl’ nature – isn’t she just a bad girl? – seems to be wise here. Women are already being more successful than men in society, while being biologically superior they seem to be smarter too, proving to be better leaders through this crisis. So cruel mom nature seems to have done, what had to be done, what was good and fair in this world, to put men in their place and let girls prevail.” - The young female speaker ended her statement with a wide smile as if she had reported something wonderful that gave her joy.

Richard and Jordan had listened to all of her speech but towards the end they couldn’t catch a single breath anymore. Sara and Cindy were so shocked and excited by the speech that they had forgotten them and were both squeezing their feet around the necks of the two males, scissoring them so hard that they had cut off their blood circulation too. Mother and daughter had actually almost killed father and son with their feet. They hadn’t heard their gagging and begging and couldn’t care less about their struggling under them. Just a few seconds more and they'd have been dead. But to their luck, the girls started to discuss the big news and released the pressure, so that the men just fell unconscious between the girl’s feet as those kept talking about this new male-killing virus, about the changing of society and how to keep their men captive and secure at home. The girls knew there would be a lot of physical fights and it wouldn’t be easy for anybody. But they had already started getting used to keeping their men in line. Sara and Cindy looked down at them lying unconscious under their legs, between their pretty feet.

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Part 2. The first day in lockdown

When Richard and his son Jordan woke up the next morning after having been knocked out by Sara and Cindy, they found themselves in their beds. Both felt dizzy at first but quite well rested, although their throats hurt a little bit. They couldn’t yet remember what had happened the night before. The sun was shining and it wasn’t that early anymore. Father and son had slept long, felt good and wanted to enjoy a nice Saturday breakfast with their family.
Both realized they had a sore throat and had to cough mildly now and then. It ran through their minds that they could have got infected and show symptoms of coronavirus. They heard the women of the house being downstairs in the kitchen, having breakfast already, chatting and laughing vividly. Jordan was a bit annoyed that this had to be the first thing he heard when he got out of bed. He thought his sister’s laughter had woken him up, although he knew he had slept more than enough which made him even more upset. The fact that the girls had been up much earlier and were already eating and having a loud conversation made him feel somehow left behind. Richard had the same thoughts, when he saw that Sara had left his bed and was now in the kitchen laughing. It was as if both were laughing on their behalf. What had happened? Did they drink too much last night? They remembered being playing some games, maybe they’ve had one beer at most. - Anyway, they thought, it is a wonderful morning. Everything except the mildly sore throat is fine.
Suddenly there was louder, high pitched girly laughter that pierced through their ears and which they couldn’t fend off, although they’d like to. With that a subtle feeling they couldn’t suppress grew stronger in both men. It had been there from the moment they woke up but they weren’t able to define it, until this last female laughter had let it run through their body and brain stronger than before, the feeling of humiliation. Both men felt just left behind by the women of the family, left out of something important and felt weak for being in bed while Sara and Cindy were up long before them. It was like being laughed at by the girls. Unrevealed yet but the losses and the embarrassing moments of last night were still imprinted into the men’s minds and underlined that feeling, that lurked like a nasty little creature in their subconscious. But as men they just tried to deny it, got casually dressed and prepared to join the women’s breakfast. It smelled delicious and they got really hungry now.

Richard walked down the stairs and entered the sunny kitchen. “Good morning! What is going on here, are you already having a fun time, girls?” Richard asked kindly but with some sarcasm in his voice. The first sight that struck him was the two girls smiling widely at him. Cindy had placed her bare feet with her pink polished nails on Jordan’s chair while Sara had put hers on the table, both in Richard’s direction. His memory started rebuilding slowly and images of being under their feet in some sort of involuntary struggle came to his mind. “Oh daddy, how did you sleep?” In Cindy’s voice was clearly a mocking tone, which annoyed Richard. He stood at the door and didn’t move closer, he couldn’t keep eye contact with the women. His look was drawn to their feet again and again as he felt some anxiety and humility building up. “It’s so late, the man of the house must have been very tired,” Sara said, sending him a kiss. Then Jordan stepped inside and also got struck by the sight of his mother’s and sister’s feet. He wanted to complain about their loud voices but couldn’t get a word out. “Good morning, my little babies,” Sara greeted them, “you must have slept well. Don’t be annoyed about our legs stretched out, we are just relaxing, it is such a nice warm day. What’s up? Are you afraid? Was last night too much for you?” Both girls giggled.
Still not remembering clearly what had happened to the boys came closer and sat at the table. Cindy moved her feet and put them up, next to her mother’s. The girls had finished eating, just drank some more coffee and were basically forcing them to have breakfast in the permanent sight of their sweet, feminine feet. Both men couldn’t get out a word of complaint, they were somehow afraid to speak. Cindy was wearing a short, casual pink dress with spaghetti straps, her mother had put on a sloppy but very hot, blue one. Their long, firm legs were displayed completely, even their thongs underneath were slightly visible.
Jordan wanted to get some coffee but there wasn’t much left, so he took half a cup, when his sister grabbed the bottle out of his hand, poured some into her cup and gave it to her father almost empty. Richard looked confused and annoyed at the few brown sips that were left. He couldn’t believe it. “What the hell was that…?! Didn’t you leave anything for me?” – “You can make another coffee by yourself, hubby, you are a grown man, aren’t you? We are women, not your servants. You should serve us.” Sara said smiling. He tasted it. “What is this shit? - Where is my espresso machine?” Richard turned around. It was indeed missing. “Well I sold it, baby, forgot to tell you. I gave it to a friend of mine. She needed one and we can use the money now in these times of crisis. We girls never made coffee out of it, so we thought, why not make some money out of it.” – “You can’t sell my stuff like that, Sara! It was very expensive. I had it for so many years! At least… ask or inform me before you do it,” his voice turned from loud and assertive to stammering. He had loved his coffee machine. At its former place was now a feminine looking flower vase. “Sorry, but I take the financial decisions in this house, now that I make all the money. Why have long discussions, if I get to decide in the end?” – “I think I still have a say. This was my property!” – “Not anymore! And don’t call our coffee ‘shit’, it is a more creamy, womanly one!” Sara kicked her foot towards Richard’s hand which held the cup and made him spill some coffee over himself. “Did my foot make you cream yourself, baby?” Both girls broke out in laughter. He cursed a bit and cleaned himself up. Then Sara leaned forward, took his cup and said: “You want to make it tastier?” Then she held it in front of her mouth, spat in it and gave it back to him. “What was that..? Get this shit right out of my face, Sara! Are you stupid?” – “Are you disgusted by your wife’s spit? If you want to show me, that you still love me, drink it up, if you are a man.” She had her husband in an emotional stranglehold. He loved and desired her so much, especially since she hadn’t had slept with him for months and he wanted to be a man in her eyes. So he took the coffee that had her saliva in it with a forced look of superiority and drank it.
“That’s a good boy,” Sara said triumphantly, “you remember, yesterday we learned how healthy female spit is for men, it gives them some protection against this evil virus that surrounds us.” Immediately the boys got back some of their memory. “Oh yes, this men-threatening mutation. What a hoax! Can’t really remember what it was all about.” Richard said. Suddenly Cindy took Jordan’s coffee and also gave it a big white spit. “Are you nuts? This was my last and only coffee!” – “You have to drink that. It’s for your own good,” Cindy said assertively and giggled. When Jordan refused, she started tickling him while putting her one leg over his laps. He wanted to shake her off but his mother had already rushed behind him and also started tickling him. He laughed like hell, almost in pain. “Stop it!” The girls laughed also while their fingers were all over him. “Please.. stop!” he screamed. Then Cindy took the coffee and held it with one hand, pressing it against his lips. He spilled a bit but couldn’t resist three female hands with long nails tickling him, while one strong leg was keeping him in place. So they made him suck it up. – “Our men got their medicine, hahah..” Sara sat back at her chair and satisfied placed her feet were they had been. “Not funny! Now let us have breakfast in peace,” Jordan hissed, wiping his lips with disgust. “You laughed a lot though, bro. Did it taste nice?” Cindy smiled and licked her red lips.

Richard noticed that the table was almost empty, it still smelled delicious but the girls must have eaten it all. “Didn’t you leave us any bacon? Where are the eggs?” – “I guess we were hungry and you were late. So we eat all your bacon and eggs. There are some toasts and marmalade left, you have to fetch it though.” This felt so degrading, like they were giving them what was left from a meal. Richard took a glass of marmalade, returned to the table and tried to open it. After several times he started sweating and cursing. Cindy grabbed it from his hands. “Let me help you, you must still be weak from yesterday. I guess I have screwed down the lid too tightly.” She opened it without any effort and gave it back to him with a smile of pity. Feeling embarrassed he started spreading the pink marmalade on an old slice of bread, then Jordan did the same. –
“What happened yesterday, and what is all this crap? Why do we have to eat this girly marmalade?” Richard shouted. “Yeah, get us some bacon! It’s so unfair, that you ate it all.” said Jordan annoyed. – “Oh is it too girly for you? You don’t like what we have left over for you to eat…? Then eat this!” Cindy lifted her legs, turned to her brother and put her feet straight into his face, pushing his head backwards. Sara let out a scream of amusement while Jordan muffled something into his sister’s feet that covered his whole face, squeezing his lips and nose flat. Because he sat close to the table he couldn’t stand up or get away easily. He grabbed her ankles and tried to push her feet away. That moment Cindy took hold of his wrists and pulled his arms towards her while pressing her feet even harder into his face. He tried to move his head away but her feet held it tightly in place. He was stuck! “Yeah…” Cindy whispered, “there you go.” – “Hey, stop this bullsh..,” before their father could finish his sentence, their mother had done the same thing to him, holding his hands and squishing her feet into his face. Although he was able to free one arm every now and then, Sara was able to hold him captive. “This is so great,” she said, “you didn’t like the breakfast we had for you? Now lick our feet instead, eat our soles! – Or would you like me to add some marmalade? Was it too girly for you?” Sara squeezed her right foot on Richard’s bread he had just prepared to eat, so that her sole and toes got full of the sticky sweet, pink stuff, and she rubbed it into his mouth and face. “You didn’t like your bread? Now you get this, darling!” The girls laughed and Cindy did the same to Jordan. – It was more than humiliating, it was a shock in the morning. Being in this position slowly but steadily brought back the memories of last night. “How did you like it, that the women of the family kicked your asses yesterday in all games we played and then held you under their feet for hours, strangling you?” Sara’s voice was more serious now. “We were listening to the news speaker, who sad a new virus has grown, that threatens only men due to their inferior nature - while we put you to sleep with our feet! Do you remember? Your lack of oxygen surely erased your memory at some point.” The men had started to struggle, when they realized it was useless and all the memories came up at once. They sat still, with the feet of the family females pressed against their faces, feeling helpless. Then tears of frustration came out of Jordan’s eyes but his sister’s feet held them in place, they just made hers soft soles wet. “Are you crying, brother? How does it feel that your tears are stuck under my feet? They don’t even allow your tears run freely.” She smiled and changed looks with her mother. Then it happened again, the men couldn’t breathe. The amount of air they could catch all of this time was too little. They both started squirming and struggling but the girls held them tight and their feet didn’t allow them to breathe properly at any time. Then finally they released them. Ashamed the men looked down, trying to catch their breath.

“Don’t take it so seriously,” Sara said, “we are just having some fun, playing with your male ego. We know that this quarantine has made you a bit weak and unmotivated. Now that you have to stay inside and we girls are allowed to go out again, it must be even harder for you. Yes, you remember correctly, the new measures say men have to stay home, until this new dangerous mutation is gone. But don’t be afraid, we will help you, it won’t be that bad. This girl speaker yesterday totally exaggerated. She was just a stupid feminist. Don’t believe those conspiracy theories about women taking control of society. - I mean there will be some changes, women will take control for a while, until there is no danger for men, just for some months I guess…”
“Right, so we won’t be allowed to go out at all?” Jordan asked, wiping off his tears. “You really shouldn’t darling. You can go out to the garden of course. We’ll see how the regulations of the lockdown will get, maybe you will be allowed to go for a small walk. We shall see. But for now, don’t play with your life. Men are really in a big danger because of their weak immune systems compared to women’s. This new illness kills 90% of its male victims. Females aren't affected at all. Their bodies kill the virus immediately, or it doesn't attack females in the first place. Who knows, maybe our female spit really helps your immune system!” Sara said jokingly and stroked Jordan’s cheek. The males started coughing from having being smothered by the girls’ feet again, still having a sore throat. “Who knows, maybe we got Corona already,” Richard said in self-pity. Cindy couldn’t help it. She enjoyed their new situation and continued mocking the men: “Believe me, you would be in bed dying by now. Didn’t you get it? The virus mutated. It has become the Matrona virus, the matriarch among the viruses, the most dangerous of them all, an absolute killer, the Female itself, feminine power as such! So don’t be such crybabies.” Sara interrupted her: “You don’t have to make an ideological myth out of that. It is just that women have a much stronger immune system, better genetics than men. That’s all.”-
Her daughter continued with a smile: “You wanna know, what happened yesterday after we choked you boys unconscious with our feet? We carried you to bed and tucked you in, like little babies. But your throats were so sore already from our choking that you coughed and woke up. But we didn’t want your nasty asses to disturb our evening any longer, so we choked you with our bare hands like some killer women and knocked you out for good!” – Jordan was almost crying again: “You can’t treat us like that…” – “Oh baby, we did good to you. Because to stop your coughing and to strengthen your immune system we opened your mouths… and gave you a big load of our precious spit to swallow! Obviously it helped you sleep very well. You slept like cute little children!” The girls held their mouths so they did not burst out laughing again. Cindy then smiled and licked her red lips. The men lowered their eyes in shame, looked at the gorgeous female legs surrounding them and felt like small boys in front of the women of the house.

“Well, now that you remember how we kicked your male ego yesterday, which shows we didn’t kill too many of your little brain cells while strangling you to sleep, it’s time to think about more important things like your lockdown - starting from now,“ Sara said and together with Cindy they stood up and prepared to leave the house, putting on some high heeled sandals. The men followed them almost like dogs not knowing what to do next. It was as if they waited to get orders. “We will go shopping and get some important things done, then have some lunch outside. The restaurants are opened again for women. I know it seems unfair that you have to stay inside, while we’re out having fun. But for your own safety and for that of other men you have to accept this. When we return in the evening, you will get something to eat too. Unfortunately the fridge is almost empty and you will have to wait, if you get hungry, until we are back. Sorry.”
“Yeah, it’s such a nice weather, little brother, we will have a great time now that the lockdown for girls is over! Too bad if you get hungry in the meantime. We will feed you, when we return. - Women will make the world a better place, now that men are locked away. Look how sunny and warm it is, this is climate change, you men did this with your stupid dirty technology! Women will undo it from now on and save the world.” Jordan at least found something to answer to Cindy’s last statement: “Oh, as far as I know, you women are responsible for like eighty percent of consumption and therefore pollution because of your stupid shopping!” – Cindy towered over him in her heels and hissed: “Yeah that’s true, we keep the economy running, we provide your jobs, your income, pay taxes and basically keep you men alive, all thanks to our girly shopping! Bow down to shopping girls, we should be your goddesses!” With that, she powerfully shoved her brother away and made him fall on his back with a sigh of pain. Knowing she was basically right about girls running the global economy, made him feel inferior. – “Stop this bullshit now,” demanded Richard, “and if we do you this favor to stay inside, you will get us some groceries at first, cook and then do all your other things! And stop this dumb political feminism!” – Sara being in her heels looked down at him, straight in his eyes and said: “Darling, do you want to join your son on the ground? Say sorry or I kick you until you cry!” She quickly pulled her leg back and pretended to kick him hard. Richard suddenly got afraid of his wife’s high heels and made a step backwards tripping over Jordan who still lay on the floor holding his sore arm from the fall.
The women laughed and Cindy had a funny idea to further embarrass both men, now that they were on the floor. She put her right heel on Jordan’s chest who just wanted to get up, and said: “Stay down.” He couldn’t get away and the sharp pressure of her heel hurt him quite a bit. “Ouch, take your dirty shoe off of me, bitch!” Sara immediately did the same thing to Richard and forced him flat on his back. “There we got you!” The girls giggled triumphantly. “You will stay down, when we say so, and always do what we say! Do you understand?” The girls held up their phones and took some selfies with their men under their heels. “Don’t do anything stupid or we will show those pictures to our girlfriends and relatives! I could show them to your ex-girlfriend Katie. We are friends now and often laugh about you, just so you know. She is way smarter than you. Together we could beat you up easily, just for fun – well, probably on our own too.” Cindy said. – “When we are gone, don’t dare to order food from outside and waste our money! You will eat what we say.” Sara’s voice was assertive but playful at the same time.
Richard got angry and tried to push Sara’s foot away from his chest: “Have you gone mad? Do you think you have become the dominant sex and can take total advantage of this new pandemic? We still have our own opinio...!” With that Sara stepped on his one hand and with her other heeled sandal she started pressing down his throat, which made him gag helplessly. Cindy did something else and stepped between Jordan’s legs right on his manhood, which made him scream and quit every attempt of getting up. She probably had gotten his testicles exactly under her heavy block-heeled sandal. These platform high heels by the way gave her a very innocent schoolgirl look. The female legs that were overpowering the males looked gorgeous, feminine and powerful above them. Jordan touched her squeezing foot gently, didn’t make any move whatsoever and just started begging with a feeble crying voice.
After a while, when both men were done struggling, Sara said: “I guess you both learned your lesson. You will clean the house. This is your first chore. We will bring you something to eat later. You will stay hungry so you’ll able to think about who is in control now. See you in the evening, boys. Don’t make any attempt to leave the house, I won’t pay a fortune to get you out of jail.” Laughing joyfully the girls took their purses, opened the door and left. The superior sound of their heels was the last thing the men heard while still being on the floor.
This had to sink it. This new reality hit both men with an immense psychological force. They never felt that much left behind, so low value, second class human beings like at this moment. The women were allowed to go out and have fun, because they were the stronger sex, the better species as it seemed. It made the males feel sick and weak. Their self-esteem was on the floor and the prospect of such a future let their anxiety rise up. This together with the pain in his manhood that made this new world even more real let Jordan feel miserable and emasculated. Richard on the other side understood that all his throat pain wasn’t because of some virus but because of this new female struggle for power, and he had suffered the first embarrassing defeats. He had basically suffered under domestic violence by his wife. This made him man-up, prepared to fight back and to suppress the new reality of the pandemic in his mind. He didn’t care about it. His damaged male ego was the center of his thoughts.

“That’s absolutely unacceptable.” Richard was mad, he walked up and down the kitchen, looking for something to eat, while Jordan sat on a chair, still holding his hurting manhood. “Never let women treat you like this in your life,” said his father, “we will not accept that. Tell you what, I call my colleague Mitch, he’s a real friend, I’ll go meet him secretly, get a real coffee, some food and beer on the way and see what’s this all about, maybe we’ll think of a solution. I won’t stay in a cage which is my own home, locked up by my wife and daughter! We will have a serious family talk when they return, we’ll eradicate their fancy female empowerment and put the girls in their place.” – “Yes,” said Jordan, “and I’ll go now to the grocery shop at the corner. I bet it’s all a lie and they are just making fun of us. Damn bitches.” They put on sun glasses and a cap so that they would be less recognizable and went outside, Richard took his car and Jordan walked in the other direction down the road.

When Jordan entered the big grocery shop which wasn’t that far away, there were only women, as it seemed, walking through the shelves, no male whatsoever. He was so hungry that he immediately found and grabbed some bacon, meat and some other unhealthy but manly and tasty food. Suddenly he felt a tight grip at his arm and saw a slender woman of the staff looking angrily at him. She was in her thirties and was wearing hot black leggings. “Don’t you know the new regulations, little boy? You have to go home and are not allowed to go out at all!” – “I just want to buy this, I’m hungry, I got what I want and leave. But you have no right to push me around!” Jordan said. The woman didn’t release his arm and indeed dragged him towards the entrance, while grabbing his groceries. “No, you have no right to buy anything from outside while officially being in quarantine. If you don’t leave immediately I will call the police and your female relatives. Give me your mom’s number!” This lady wasn’t weak at all, she forced Jordan in her direction, while putting his stuff upon a random shelf on their way. At the entrance some other girls had gathered around them, seemingly ready to support the female shopkeeper that held Jordan captive. Some were taller than him. “You can’t treat me like that, I’m a grown man!” He protested and tried to get free but the hot shopkeeper jerked some of his fingers backwards and made him sink to his knees. He sighed loudly. She pulled out her phone and looked at him. He slowly told her his mother’s number while being in permanent pain. “Now get out of here and return home immediately or you will end up in jail or maybe in hospital dying, if you catch this virus. And from now on you have to eat food, that’s good for your health and for the environment too, not all this manly meat and junk food.” – “No, you women won’t dictate from now on how we will live our lives!” Jordan wanted to get up but the lady suddenly put her leg around his neck, holding her ankle behind her and squeezed, he gagged. “Girls, please do me a favor and get him out of here!” Three random girls grabbed Jordan from his sides and arms and pulled him away, his feet were slid on the floor at first like from a ragdoll. He felt absolutely lost, he tried to free himself without having the smallest chance. They just outnumbered him. “You will get caught for sure if you don’t walk home right now,” one young girl said. “You’re lucky we don’t call the authorities.” Jordan thanked the girls meekly and walked home like a wet, beaten dog with his tail between his legs. He hadn’t imagined that girls when being together were able to make him do whatever they wanted, as if they were the police. They just had to be a bit trained or outnumber him by two or three. This was quite shocking. But maybe they were right, he thought, maybe all this was a necessary regulation. Most shocking to him though was the experience of how helpless an average grown man was, alone against a small group of women, if they just wanted to overpower him and force him to do anything they like. They just had to be willing and to cooperate. When he returned home he felt even hungrier and much more depressed than before. He lay down on the couch and felt like a dependent dog that had to wait for his female owners to return and feed him. But he was really glad and thankful, that those girls that had overpowered him hadn’t kept him there or called the police.

In the meantime Richard had secretly met his friend Mitch. Both had no clue about what to do next and how to react in general. They had discussed the danger of the situation for males and Mitch had given Richard two female wigs he had stolen from in his daughters’ dressers, for him and Jordan, so that they would be able to disguise as women, if they wanted to get out of the house and not being recognized immediately. Mitch had been officially captured at home by his wife and his three daughters but had managed to get out for some minutes to meet Richard - wearing a blonde wig himself. - Richard was deeply ashamed of him and of having to experience all this as men. “Poor Mitch,” he thought, “the girls have really made you their bitch.” Richard felt too embarrassed and drove away without having worn one yet. He wasn’t sure, whether he also should wear a wig to walk into a shop, where he wanted to buy something to eat or just hope the shopkeeper would not sue him.
While he had stopped his car at a red light he saw mostly women that were walking or driving by. Funnily enough as a man he recognized some men in disguise, being dressed as women, at least wearing a wig. Their manly moves were somewhat easily recognizable for him. - This was surreal, what a strange world, where men had to be ashamed for themselves and hide from women, being afraid of them, having to embarrass themselves like that, having to become traitors to their own gender. Richard recognized more and more of them, walking casually on the sidewalk, entering shops, buying things. This doesn’t seem to be that difficult, he thought. But then he witnessed a scene that made him fearful again. A tall man in disguise dressed like a woman had been identified by some random girls and was running down the street, still trying to act feminine, being hunted down by four teeny girls, taunted, ridiculed, his bitchy wig was pulled off, he was pounded into the dust, laughed at and held captive by these real, biological females.
After a second thought Richard unlocked his seatbelt to go get a wig from the back of his car, because he suddenly felt afraid of being caught, he was really afraid of females. But it was too late. Two young women had seen him and screamed loudly, moving towards his window, that he had opened because of the warm weather. “Here we have one, a freedom loving, courageous man without disguise!” The one said when two other girls, that had heard it, moved quickly in their direction. Richard locked the door, he wanted to close the window and drive away quickly, but the two young women had already grabbed him by his shoulders and his head and started dragging him out from the window of his car. “What are you doing? You can’t do that!” He shouted and tried to free himself from their tight grips, his legs were kicking about when he was elevated by these female arms and quickly drawn outside against his will. In his frantic movement he had hit the car horn a few times, which had made his struggle look even more useless and ridiculous. This was so humiliating. How can two women be able to just pull him out of his own car at will?! - Well, why shouldn’t they be? - The two girls on the sidewalk smiled happily and giggled while seeing him being pulled out and dragged to the ground before their feet. “Aww, there you go, hahaha,” they said. One woman kneed on his head and the other on his back. They yelled: “Officer!”
And after a while Richard felt cold handcuffs locking his hands and the soft female hands of a young police woman pulling him with her. “I know, it is the first day but those rules must be obeyed strictly,” she said, “I will drive you home and inform your wife or female relatives.” She placed him next to her and started his car after he had mumbled his address still being under shock, while witnessing the strong and beautiful legs of this blond female officer next to him pumping the pedals. He felt small and humbled as a male next to this pretty girl. When they entered his home she released his handcuffs, got his wife's phone number and petted his cheek. She had sweet eyes and said: “I know it is tough for you men, but you have to accept that and be patient until it’s over. Stay inside or next time you get caught, there will be severe legal consequences. Have a good day, Sir.” She walked away and he shut the door devastated.

The girls of the house returned late in the evening and found the men watching TV quite motionless and depressed. They had played video games too but without motivation after their losses against the females last night. The news talked about the pandemic and showed thousands of dead men being carried out of their homes by women and showed others that reported how they were forcing their husbands into lockdown and how they were restraining them from going out.
“Well, well, did the small, revolutionary escape fail? I heard you both were caught in illegal activities, you thought this was just fun and not to be taken seriously.” Sara had a strict but sarcastic expression, the girls were amused at the miserable sight of their men on the couch. “How is it being caught by girls and being brought back to your home prison? You see how easily women can dominate the world? Are you hungry, did mommy and sis let you starve, little kittens?” Cindy giggled. The girls brought their groceries to the kitchen and Sara prepared dinner. Then they joined the men in the living room. Sara’s voice was serious: “Are you very hungry? This was your punishment for giving us a hard time. I hope it was a lesson to you that you got beaten up by girls today. We trust you from now on. If you try to go out again you know it won’t be tolerated again.” – The men lowered their eyes in shame, when they heard that the women knew every embarrassing detail that happened to them. They just stared at their perfect feet, still being in high heels. Suddenly Sara raised her leg and touched Richards face with the sole of her worn heel: “Can you please help me take them off and bring them to the shoe closet, darling? I’m walking all day long getting food for you.” – “Yeah, take mine also,” Cindy threw her heavy heels on Jordan and hit his face with them. He cursed and mumbled something and got up to do as his sister said, while his father took off Sara’s shoes without a word and stood up also. “Now it’s time for some relaxed gaming,” Cindy said and the girls took the controllers and started, don’t you want to join, boys, and try if you can take us now? You had all day to practice.” Reluctantly the men started playing too but soon got their asses kicked in a martial arts game, as they had in real life some hours ago. “This is so funny, now we beat you again virtually and some hours ago we were hunting and catching men in real life that tried to escape their quarantine in disguise.” Sara smiled, while she kicked Richard’s face to a pulp virtually. “Yeah, how easy it is, when they are alone, two or three girls were enough to beat a man down and capture him. I bet the two of us could beat many men, when they are alone and helpless. Our aerobics weren’t useless after all.” Cindy said and started beating Jordan up in their game, he wasn’t able to get a single win. Soon the men gave up and the girls played again for themselves.

Then Richard left Jordan alone with the girls to go for a shower. Sara took the opportunity to talk to her son, now that he hadn’t his father for support. She had planned something with her daughter, which they knew was kind of a big deal, but they believed it had to be done. “Well son, did you learn your lesson, will you stay inside from now on?” – “This is really not right how you treat us,” he said in a burst of courage, “but ok, I guess I will stay home for now. I just hope this will end soon!” – Sara looked at him in disbelieve, having something in mind. She looked at Cindy and gave her some signals. “Yes baby, but we don’t know if we can trust you. So for your own protection, to protect you from yourself, we… will have to take your house keys and those of the car from you. I hope you can accept this and give them to us without resistance." - “Are you serious? No I won’t do that, you have no right to take them!” Jordan was getting out of his mind now.
“Well… if you don’t give them to us, we will have to take them.” Cindy said. – “I won’t let you! How do you plan to take them from me?” – Sara’s voice was softer now: “By girl power, baby, we will force you to do as we say…” Jordan was irritated and taken a bit by surprise. “You can’t, I’m am man, I’m stronger than you! You are just women.” – “But we are two… I’m afraid together we are stronger than you, baby,” Sara stroked her sons thin leg with a smile of compassion on her face. She sent shivers down his spine but he tried to keep calm: “I could still take both of you, you’re just my mother and sister for God’s sake! Come on.” – “Four girls’ arms and legs, two fit female bodies against you, bro, our combined muscles are way stronger than yours.” Jordan held his arm up: “Look, my arm is almost as thick as your two combined.” – Sara flexed her biceps and touched Cindy’s. Without largely popping out or being too defined, still under the creamy feminine skin, their biceps rose up respectably. “Our arm muscles are almost as big as yours, baby. They are just hidden under our fair, creamy female skin. So combined they are almost twice as big as one of yours,” Sara said, “and look at our legs. Mine alone are already way thicker than yours,” she raised her thigh, “but your sister’s legs are both much longer and stronger than yours. And we hit the gym every now and then. You on the other hand just played soccer with your friends once a week until recently. So just do the math and you could say, that comparing our bodies as a whole even one of us girls alone might be stronger than you – let alone we both together…” Cindy smiled viciously and made threatening moves, coming closer to her brother. “Give us the keys now, little brother! Where are they, in your pants? In your room?” Jordan felt really uncomfortable, almost threatened, when his mother and sister started moving closer, encircling him like wild cats preparing to jump on their pray. He quickly stood up and moved backwards on the carpet to the middle of the living room.
As a man Jordan would normally like a friendly family fight against the females of his family, to play around a bit and show them, who’s the man in the end, to have fun with his loved ones and raise his self-confidence too. But now he had to admit to himself that he felt threatened and even worried, because those females wanted to reduce his freedom and take substantial control over his life by taking away his right to have keys. The girls had already stood in his way, knowing that he would try to escape them to his private room and lock his door and maybe hide his keys. The moment he made an attempt to break their barrier, they each grabbed one of his arms and tried to hold their bodies against him. For some seconds it was as if he was captured already, it felt as if the girls were some police officers having caught a shorty, a petty thug who didn’t want to obey the law, and he had already lost.
They stopped him and pushed him back, already trying to lock his arms behind his back. He again couldn’t believe how much power two girls could have over him. He felt that he couldn’t escape his sister’s hands, although he didn’t yet let her get him into any hold. After a while he could free his right arm from his mother’s grab and immediately turned to Cindy, grabbed one of her wrists and pulled it away. They were eye to eye, he had to look up to her and both pushed against each other. It seemed at first that they had equal strength which was frustrating for Jordan. But as he slowly was getting the upper hand, ready to push his sister back and run to his room he felt Sara’s arm around his neck choking him and her one foot clinging around his leg. Cindy smiled as Jordan watched into her blue eyes, slowly being pulled and forced down by the two girls. She was able to force his wrists backwards now. When he could free one hand he managed to loosen his mother’s grip around his throat. He was already at his knees being pulled further back by his mom. Right before his vision became really blurry from the lack of blood supply, he could soften her grip, but Sara had already sat down on the carpet wrapping her legs around his stomach and locking them right in front of him. Her pretty feet with their red nail polish were locked and she started squeezing. Jordan sighed, the pain was not too much but as his ribs and inner organs were pressed tightly he felt quite helpless. His sister climbed on his legs, took one of his hands preventing him from pulling Sara’s legs or her arms away that were placed tighter around his neck again. He had just one free arm left now. It moved inefficiently from his mother’s strong legs and thighs around his torso, to her arms around his neck, to his sisters hands holding his right one captive, to her lower body with the goal to push her away.
“Aww, are you trying to break free, little brother? Is your one arm trying hard? Is it so weak against us? Are you caught by your own mother and sister, bro? Are we too strong for you…?” Cindy smiled brightly while Sara got finally hold of his free left arm with hers. He fainted already and with a little effort Sara could bring his hand down to his side with hers. “My arm was finally stronger than yours, baby, just accept it,” Sara whispered in his ear and kissed it. Cindy tried the same thing and although Jordan’s right arm gave a good fight she could hold it with just one of her hands for a moment, while her other one started searching for any keys in his pockets. She finally pulled out the house keys and threw them away from him securing his right arm again with both of her hands. He had no chance against her with only one free hand.
As he waited for one of them to get up for the keys so that he might have a chance to get free, he heard Sara’s voice: “Where are your car keys?” Now she started squeezing his midsection really painfully. My God, he thought, he was being tortured by his own mother. He saw how huge her legs appeared and how small his body seemed compared to them. Then Cindy started to push some of his fingers in the unnatural direction while locking him in the eyes deeply, waiting for an answer. He screamed and almost cried. He hoped his father would come soon but his mom gagged him quickly with her hand and shut him up while squeezing him even stronger. When she heard that he wanted to say something she lifted her hand a bit. “They are on my desk. Let me go, this is not funny! You caught me off guard.” – “Go get them quickly. I will try to hold him back. And go hide them well,” Cindy said and climbed on top of him as Sara let him go and stood up. She helped her daughter getting her son into a schoolgirl pin and started running to his room grabbing the other keys on her way. Cindy had captured her brother’s arm under her knees and also got hold of one of his legs as he was throwing them around. He finally gave up struggling, lying defenselessly under his sister. It felt awful how easy it was for the girls to just overwhelm him at will and to take some of his basic freedoms away from him just because they had decided it. The moment he wanted to call for his father, who was still in the shower, Cindy put her hand over his mouth.
After some minutes their mother returned having been successful. “Mission accomplished,” she giggled, “you can let him up. Or shall we punish him a bit more for being so uncooperative?” She pressed her foot on his stomach looking him in the eyes with a vicious smile. “From now on, you won’t leave the house anymore, we can lock you in, if we like, and you won’t of course take the car anymore. It is on my name now, not your father’s anymore. Only women will go out and drive from now on until we decide that men can be allowed some freedoms again. Do you understand? Will you be compliant or do I have to strangle you again like an anaconda her prey?” Sara pulled his body up and placed her leg under it while closing her body scissor from the side. Cindy liked that and copied her mother wrapping her legs around Jordan’s chest. “Wow, how do you like that, bro? Being captured by two wild female snakes that want to squeeze you to death and eat you?” The legs of the two women were indeed perfect, powerful, creamy feminine and engulfing. They squeezed at the same time and he screamed as it was for his life although his lungs collapsed fast and it was suppressed to a feeble squeaking. But Cindy placed her hand over his mouth again and silenced him completely. She sat on his one arm and his free limbs flailed around in vain, his body was shaking from the crushing pain, his futile struggle – and his sad future perspectives. He felt broken and completely lost. His eyes filled with tears and he cried under his sister’s hand. She wiped his tears smiling and imitating motherly compassion. “Did you have enough?” He nodded weakly. They stood up while he curled up in fetal position.
Jordan then slowly got up holding his hurting midsection, went upstairs to his room completely demoralized and closed his door behind him. He wanted to lock it, but his mom had taken this key also away. Then he just lay down on his bed.
After a while he suddenly heard someone from outside locking his door! He heard mocking female laughter and couldn’t move. He was in shock and afraid, feeling completely at the mercy of those two women. But then he forced himself up. This wasn’t allowed to happen in any way. He pounded the locked door a couple of times and yelled but nothing happened. This was absolutely emasculating and outrageous! The pain in his limbs made him lie down again though. There he lay, feeling the constant pain and humiliation that his mother and sister had caused him without him being able to resist. - Later Jordan would try to rationalize his defeat of course telling himself that the girls’ victory had been unfair and sneaky.

Richard just finished showering and had heard all that noise. He got dressed sloppily and went down were he heard the girls talking, to ask what was going on. When the girls explained what had happened and told him to give his keys without hesitation and futile resisting to not end up like his son, beaten and crying like a punished dog, he did resist of course and demanded of the women to unlock Jordan, say sorry and give the boy his keys back. He stood up for his son like a real father. Jordan heard his risen voice and was proud of him and hoped his father would put them in their place once again. This time the women decided to have quicker results. Sara pretended to hug her husband when she pulled herself up by his neck and threw her legs around his waist. Her weight and the pressure of her thighs which soon started to emerge made him cry out and sink to his knees after a few seconds. “Oh daddy, let mommy strangle you!” Cindy giggled and grabbed his arms from behind him to prevent him from fighting back. Again Sara took hold of his left arm. His daughter held his right one tight in hers while his wife’s legs made him scream at will. He put up a longer struggle than Jordan and endured more pain. He didn’t want to give up and let the women get such an amount of power around the house. But when breathing became difficult and his ribs felt like cracking he gave in and told them where all his keys are. “We know where they were,” Sara said snickering, “we just wanted to make you suffer a bit more for punishment, like we made your son.” Cindy used all her strength to put Richards arm into an arm lock behind his back, then gave this locked arm Sara to hold and stood up. “I go get them.” Sara kept holding her husband captive on her own now and whispered: “How does it feel that your wife can hold you down and immobilize you, the so called man of the house?” – “You just got me by surprise!” He said and kept yelling from the pain his wife caused to his midsection and his arm. Every time he moved she increased her strength and pressure so that he cried silently and didn’t make a single move after a while. “Please.. don’t break my ribs or my arm. Be careful, darling..” he stammered. “That’s my baby,” Sara said calming him down.
After a while Cindy came back, she had hidden his keys and released Jordan who followed his taller sister meekly. Sara released Richard and said happily: “Now that all is settled and in order we should have dinner together. I hope you understand that all this has to be done and you will get your keys and your freedom back after this crisis is over. We also hope that you don’t try to hurt us in order to get back your keys or to break free. You wouldn’t want to hurt your loved ones – we had to do it for your own good – and you wouldn’t want to commit such an offence and get in trouble with the law.” Thus the family sat down in silence to have dinner. The degraded men had to endure another shock. The girls had prepared them only boring vegetables and beans, while they themselves had some thick steaks. They explained to the boys that in their potential condition they had to eat more healthily from now on. Also because the women were now the breadwinners they had to get the more significant part of the food to maintain their strength. - These were even more bad news and so deeply emasculating to watch the smiling girls of the family eating their tasty, bloody steaks, as if they were the aristocrats and the men just the servants of the house. Sara said teasingly: “The woman has become the apex predator now. She is at the top of the food chain. The man has to wait until the woman has eaten first. Can your male egos take that?” It sucked to be a man at that moment. Although she had just made fun the boys knew it was happening.

Finally Sara and Cindy prepared themselves for a Saturday girls’ night out, to celebrate their new lives in a world without men outside the house. This was the apex of men’s humiliation for this day. The girls dressed extremely sexy and arousing, put hot make up on, while the boys were sitting lethargically on the couch watching TV and sneaking at their female bosses that were getting ready to go party, in envy and shame. “Won’t it be boring without men?” Jordan tried to sound a bit macho-like. “No baby,” Sara responded, “but there will be some male strippers and prostitutes I guess. They were selected carefully of course, only the hottest studs. And maybe I will need to use one, after all this bad behavior that your father showed me.” This was so demeaning and degrading that the men just kept staring at the female legs, heels and curves that surrounded them until they left. Then they heard the doors getting locked from outside. They had locked them up... Like little children. While they were going to have fun. After a while the first text message arrived: “Clean up the house as we told you until we have returned. Have a wonderful night!” After a while they both started cleaning the house without words following the female instructions.
Later that night they saw the first pictures on their phones. The girls were in a night club having their best time of their lives. Hot stunning girls and women were everywhere together with some few hot manly studs and male models. Jordan saw his ex-girlfriend who had dumped him a few weeks ago after making fun of him in the past. She was with a hot male dancer, next to her his sister and mother along with many others. In the next photos they drank some champagne and lots of cocktails and then Sara, Cindy and Katie, Jordan’s ex-girlfriend, were making out with some muscular studs, kissing and touching, riding each other. The boys at home felt more and more devastated. Richard saw Mitch’s hot wife, a successful 32-years-old business woman and his gorgeous daughters next to his wife doing the same. He also recognized some friends of his wife that were important political and public figures, stateswomen, the young female mayor of their city and others celebrating their social liberation with her.
Finally after some hours their phones vibrated and another set of photos arrived. These pics were quite shaken and the place looked more dirty and smoky now. Cindy and Katie were having some trained, almost naked men standing over their thighs while they were sitting, then they were captured sucking them deeply, delivering the guys to heaven. After that the positions had changed and the girls were on top, sitting and fucking the lucky men dominantly until exhaustion.
Then there was a wimpier guy whom the girls actually hit, slapped and ridiculed in the middle of the room for their entertainment. They also put a female wig on his head and made him their pony. Cindy and other girls wrestled him down and he was being scissored by about five girls at the same time until he went limp. He lay on the floor and got ignored and trampled on by strong women’s legs and heels. One photo showed Sara and Mitch’s wife in their heels standing on a guy without caring or realizing it as they were talking and dancing. It also seemed that another more athletic guy had suffered a heart attack. Some photos showed drugs being consumed and a dead naked, pale stud that was trampled on unnoticed by dancing female heels and feet. Maybe he had been strangulated by accident during an erotic game or maybe the new so called man-killing disease had struck him viciously out of nowhere.
The last set showed Sara being naked on a leather club couch, displaying her magnificent body, wearing only her high heels, on top of an athletic stud, riding him passionately and majestically. Her facial expressions made her look even more like a queen riding her stallion. She had tied a black nylon stocking around his neck like reins and pulled at both ends dominantly, almost strangulating him. She seemed to be the stronger one. On each picture she either moaned, growled, hissed or smiled widely and superior while having this younger man shaking between her thighs.

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The sequel is very impressed. I can surrender to your thoughts and bathe in them. The violence of your language is very impressive. I would love to be part of such a reality.
The women take total control. In my opinion, it is convincing how men try to defend themselves against the domination of women, but even the girls are very strong and dominant. It's a wonderful world.
I really like it
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The sequel is very impressed. I can surrender to your thoughts and bathe in them. The violence of your language is very impressive. I would love to be part of such a reality.
The women take total control. In my opinion, it is convincing how men try to defend themselves against the domination of women, but even the girls are very strong and dominant. It's a wonderful world.
I really like it
Thanks a lot. Did you like the last part of the story? It is a bit different than the rest... Here I will just repost the parts becuase I believe it fits well in both categories and maybe here are other readers too, who haven't seen it.
Who knows, maybe I got my violent language from Heinrich von Kleist.. lol
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One of the best stories on here. Amazing little story world you’ve created. Already caught up on the parts in the other story section, but just leaving a comment here.
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Thanks a lot. Did you like the last part of the story? It is a bit different than the rest... Here I will just repost the parts becuase I believe it fits well in both categories and maybe here are other readers too, who haven't seen it.
Who knows, maybe I got my violent language from Heinrich von Kleist.. lol

Heinrich von Kleist is a good writer. You have probably read Penthesilea, his tragedy about the Amazon queen. The conflict between the individual and the social order is exciting.
I could well imagine you, young Amazon, as the Amazon queen.
Yes, I particularly like the last part of the story, the leadership of women and girls is even more compelling here. I don't notice a big change though, it's more like a development. Very good
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Part 3. Family affairs

The next day the girls woke up later than the boys who were preparing breakfast in the kitchen. Sara and Cindy were a bit tired but didn’t feel too bad. They weren’t light weight drinkers after all. Cindy had proven many times that she could drink more than the men of the family because of her tall and fit body. Sara never boasted about it, but once she had to drag and carry her husband back home after a party, although she had drank more than him, and everybody had witnessed that. A couple of times she had to carry him to bed, after they had drunk one or two bottles of wine together at home. They had drunk the same amount but he had always fainted in her arms and fallen asleep on her lap, her strong thighs were holding his head like soft, comforting pillows. She would stroke his head every time like a caring mother, until she would have enough, lift him up in a cradle hold and deliver him to bed. He always felt embarrassed the next day when he’d have a hangover, while Sara was doing just fine. She would watch him deep in the eyes and ask him, if he was doing better. In those moments he had always felt like being reduced to a child in her eyes.
Today the girls looked confident and refreshed as they came to join breakfast. Their gorgeous bodies in their short morning dresses as well as their sharp looks were intimidating for the men. Both knew how they had been dominated by these females and how they had dominated and used those guys at the club. They henpecked their boys at the breakfast table too, taking all the bacon and scrambled eggs for themselves while none of the males dared to raise a voice. Then the girls kept all the coffee and juice for themselves and laid their feet on the table right in front of the boy’s plates again. “Don’t you want to give us a good morning kiss?” Sara moved here feet to give Richard a clear sign, looking at him assertively. Richard didn’t hesitate long and kissed his wife’s tender foot. When Jordan protested having to kiss Cindy’s foot, she said with a smile: “Do it, or do you want me to lock you in your room more often, bro?” Still feeling humble and demoralized he did what she said.
“We will sit outside and enjoy the sun while you will clean the kitchen and make laundry, also clean our shoes, especially those we wore yesterday at the party!” Sara said, “Oh, Jenna and Mitch will visit us later. We thought it would be fun, so that quarantine won’t get too boring for you. And, yeah, she got her husband tested, don’t worry. We could play some games together.” – At least some good news, Richard thought, so they could forget for a while all that happened and have some nice chat. The males didn’t dare to discuss their condition or any ideas about escaping via their smartphones because they feared being monitored and also they hadn’t yet any real idea of what they could possible do about all that. So they were looking forward to talking in person.

When Mitch and his wife came, the men weren’t left alone of course and their wives observed them constantly demanding of them to be at their side always. They sat together in the living room, ordered pizza and talked about the new situation, but the topic changed soon. The three women just forgot the difficult condition of their men and chatted about how wonderful this new world was for them, how freely they could walk the streets at night without worrying about nasty or offensive men. How they enjoyed partying and having fun the way they wanted and how having all that political and economic power was a great feeling and would benefit the future world. When Mitch raised his voice to remind them, that men were suffering and dying right now, while the girls were having fun, his wife put him in his place immediately. She replied that men shouldn’t be so selfish. Female freedom had been suppressed for thousands of years and would be rightfully prevailing now. - Richard just watched Mitch being shut up by his wife, imagining him wearing that wig, was ashamed of manhood and shook his head contemplatively.
Jenna, Mitch’s wife, was a CEO of a big company and knew a lot about economy and politics. She was super-hot, a blonde chick, 32 years old with juicy lips, big plastic tits, pretty blue eyes, pink slutty nails, a great makeup, long creamy legs and a perfect ass. She looked more like a rich pornstar or a playmate. Mitch had worked in the same company but Jenna had got promoted because she was more ambitious, was a smarter and better leader than him. She became his direct boss, then the chief executive of the whole company and when the economy got impacted by the coronavirus, she fired him... It didn’t matter to her that he was her husband. She didn’t care if his feelings were hurt being fired by his own wife. As a lower manager he was of no use for her at that time. He had begged her in tears to keep him in the company but she hadn’t even listen to his pleads. On the contrary, she wrote him a very bad job reference, so that he hadn't any chance to get a job in this position ever again. She had basically demoted him for the whole job market and lowered his value significantly. Every time he read her reference, he felt crushed and degraded by her. She had made him look like a totally incompetent, inefficient loser. She had made her husband umemployable, simply because she felt like it. Although her company did well after a while, she didn’t employ her husband again but instead she took a young, good looking girl for his former position who barely was of Cindy’s age, and even gave her a much higher salary. This was a big humiliation for him, but every time he politely complained, she explained to him how much more efficient this girl worked, compared to him and why in her opinion girls were doing much better than boys in today’s business world. Jenna had then employed her husband out of pity as that new girl’s office assistant, which was even more degrading for him. But as his new superior the young girl fired him again after a month, having Jenna’s approval, because he wasn’t able to keep up with her work pace and her demands. She hired another, even younger girl instead, that was at the age of his daughters.
On his last day, when they had all been in Jenna’s office, Mitch had begged his young female superior together with his wife not to fire him. He had been crying in front of them out of self-doubt and the secret feeling of emasculation. But the two women then just fired him with a wide smile and fake pity in their eyes. Desperately Mitch had offended the girl, that just had fired him, verbally and by hitting her face. But she knew self-defense, kicked his ass and immobilized him quickly in front his wife’s eyes. When he was on the ground, Jenna had stepped over him with a big smile, sat on a chair putting his neck between her crossed ankles and feet that were in high heels. She had squeezed his neck between her feet until he couldn’t breathe and asked him, if he would give up, say sorry and thank the girls for firing him. When he thanked them, both delivered him out. The girl didn’t sue him because, as she said, she had enjoyed it too much giving such a loser a nice beating after having him fired. From this day on her and Jenna had become good friends.
At home Mitch felt inferior even to his daughters now, who already had well-paying jobs. Sometimes he had to ask, to beg his young teenage daughters for money. As the main breadwinner Jenna had demanded of Mitch to sign over all his property and finances to her. He didn’t know what was more degrading, when the females of his family gave him money or when they refused it to him. Anyway he had to thank them every time even for refusing it to him. He also couldn’t keep up with the girls in making housework. They didn’t really need him, he wasn’t good for anything. He started feeling absolutely useless among the girls at home, like their pet they had to feed and give some superficial attention. But most of the time they were just ignoring him. He had nothing to offer. They were all much smarter than him, really hot and ambitious. It was extremely degrading for him to be ignored by four sexy young females at home every day, almost all the time. At some point it was, as if he didn’t even exist anymore in their eyes.
Richard on the other had also just sold his company, transferred the money to Sara’s bank account and was now completely dependent on her. Jordan had likewise no chance at that time to either work or to apply to a university. Even simple home-office jobs were impossible to get for him. Many companies even rubbed it in that they had preferred to employ a girl that was younger than him most of the time. Jordan felt emasculated every single time, especially when he checked out those girls’ profile pictures at the companies’ websites later and saw how pretty and superior they looked like. So he had to watch his sister getting promoted and making money while he was home without having a career or a job prospect anymore.

When the conversation went to economy, Jenna explained:
“Society will change to a more female led, feminine world, where the symbols of power will be identified with femininity. The biggest companies and corporations are already changing their products and symbolic names. For example our greatest tech and online shopping company that decades ago was called ‘Cadabra’, had changed its name into ‘Spartan’, to emphasize its manliness and its ability to face larger competitors. - Now that it is the world’s most powerful company, it has been named ‘Amazon’. This symbolizes that women are naturally the strongest and most powerful species on earth and that universal power is feminine.” – Mitch answered annoyed: “That’s ridiculous. I mean, the ancient Amazons have humiliated and emasculated the Spartans and Athenians many times, that’s true! They were admittedly way better warriors than men. But they didn’t achieve total, imperial power over them.” – Sara replied: “Well they are rising to power today. The modern woman is the Amazon. She is outperforming and beating the man. Men will fall like the 300 Spartans did, they have no chance against the overwhelming female power, which is universal and birth giving. Your struggle is useless and futile in the end.” – “That’s just dumb feminist ideology. After the pandemic is over, everything will return to normal. That corporation just became so powerful due to the lockdown and this feminist virus! Everybody buys on the internet and smaller, honest, manly competing businesses get destroyed. To name the world’s largest corporation ‘Amazon’ really insults and degrades men.” Richard said. – Cindy giggled as she sensed the emotional helplessness of the males facing such changes. “That’s true. ‘Amazon’ uses masses of men as slaves basically, as working drones for its bee hive empire. Male individualism can’t compete with ‘female’ international corporations. Spartans are no competition for Amazons. It’s another dimension. The female doesn’t even have to compete, it is so naturally superior that it just swallows and engulfs the males. There is no fighting at all. The Universal swallows the Individual, the Amazon army just completely engulfs and strangles the Spartan army: Modern women win so easily, it’s not even a real fight, they outclass the men more and more.”

When the pizza delivery rang the bell, she said: “Guess what, brother, your favorite pizza chain restaurant we just ordered from, and which is also the biggest in the world, has recently changed its name too. - It is now called Domina’s Pizza! Isn’t that cool? So most of the time when men order pizza from now on, they’ll get reminded who’s boss.” She gave Jordan a big, girly smile and laughed. He answered defiantly: “No! No way…! I’ll never eat that pizza again!” – “No…? Oh you will, believe me!” Cindy said with a smirk. When they started eating their ordered food, Jordan refused. Cindy stroked his cheek and said: “Aww, won’t you eat from Domina’s Pizza? Is this your tiny protest against female domination, baby? Let’s make him eat, girls!” The women laughed, stood up and approached Jordan, while Cindy took one of his hands and bended it painfully backwards making him sink to the floor. Then Sara and Jenna pushed him further down and held him there. Cindy took one slice of pizza, pressed it against his mouth and then used her foot to force it inside. “Now eat from my foot, little bro!” Cindy’s foot squeezed the slice right through his lips and into his mouth, causing him pain in his hand at the same time. Sara held his head by his hair and hurt him also. Jenna, wearing her heels, sat back again and pressed them on Jordan’s thigh and chest adding some sharp pain on her part, making sure he didn’t move. Thus the girls simply made him eat a couple of pizza slices against his will. Cindy’s pretty toes with her polished nails dug deep inside his mouth. He had to lick here whole soles up after each slice. “Don’t worry, little brother, I showered before. My feet are clean and silky. Don’t they add to the meal that little something?” The women laughed while Richard and Mitch just sat there, not being sure how to react. Jordan was weak and helpless. Three average women were able to humiliate him so easily, just because they felt like it. He also never had imagined that high heels were that sharp and could hurt him so much. Jenna’s strong legs held him nailed to the ground tightly, while she was giving him a teasing smile. “This is how we enjoy our life,” Jenna said, “our new freedom! Women have the power in society, they go out and do anything they like, while men have to stay inside, as women had to do in the past. Simple role reversal,” she pressed her heels deeper into Jordan’s body, he winced and she sighed in pleasure. “It was the best night of our lives. This is how it should always be. Girls go out, they don’t get offended by men anymore and they can fuck whomever they choose, play with any man they like, whenever they like!” She was in a euphoric state, as were the other women while watching and listening to her. The men were living a shock of humiliation that also filled them up with adrenaline. It was like being in trance, facing a coming new world which they couldn’t fight. The two husbands of course didn’t dare to speak up against their wives’ adultery. - But then they all came to their senses again and tried change the subject.
After they had eaten and Jordan had cleaned himself up, they continued chatting for some time. The girls drank a glass of wine and after that they made coffee for themselves but didn’t allow men to drink neither alcohol nor coffee, because they said, it would be bad for their health in times of such a dangerous pandemic. The truth was they just didn’t want to waste it being the ones who were managing the finances now. This was quite demeaning and made the men feel like children in the eyes of the girls the whole afternoon.

Jenna had an idea: “Why don’t we make an IQ contest and compare our scores? Wouldn’t it be funny? I bet us girls would outsmart you men by far. Studies say that due to the complexity of modern world and all the difficulties women had and mastered, being mothers and breadwinners, they have surpassed men in intelligence. And if you males see it black on white, that we girls are officially way smarter than you, maybe you will listen to us more often and don’t talk back all the time!” The girls loved the idea. “We can take a test online, it lasts about half an hour.” The men were a bit skeptical but accepted the challenge finally. They opened the same site on their smart phones and started it together. “Don’t forget, we’ve had some wine, so this gives you boys an advantage,” Cindy said, “but I believe we will kick your asses anyway.” Sara and Jenna nodded and laughed.
Then they started. The girls faces were calm and quite self-assured, although concentrated. The boys began sweating after ten minutes and felt more and more uncomfortable. Richard was the calmest, but they all became desperate as if they couldn’t understand or solve any questions after half of the test and had already given up. Then they waited to get their results.
“Males first,” Sara commanded and crossed her hot legs. So they started to present their scores. Jordan had reached an IQ-score of 110, Richard had 121 and Mitch scored 105. They presented their scores and the girls’ facial expressions changed from pity and empathy to wide smiles followed by laughter. Cindy then showed her number, an IQ of 145. - Jordan immediately felt ashamed and intimidated, when he heard that. Cindy’s blue eyes pierced through him. They didn’t talk. He lowered his head feeling deeply degraded and unfairly treated by nature… He just looked at her stunning crossed legs and dangling feet and felt as if he belonged under them. “Yeah…” she said with a soft voice, “look at my legs and feet, bro, and let it sink in, that I am more intelligent than you. Do you feel like being under my legs now? Does it make you feel inferior that I’m so much smarter than you and have such hot legs, that are stronger than you and could crush you? My mind can crush you too, like those legs and feet can.” – “Stop bullying your brother,” Sara said giggling, “although I can’t really blame you. I got an IQ score of 152.” She smirked at Richard, who suddenly felt sick, when he heard that. His and his son’s self-esteem dropped by a lot. Richard’s eyes also got hit by his wife’s glance and turned down. “Yes, look at my perfect legs, that’s where your attention should be focused, always look at my feet.” Sara said with a smile. ”Your 120 ain’t bad though, that’s how you managed to build up a small company... which I had to save! But my thirty points more explain, why I am now your provider and control your finances, darling. – And Jordan! How does it feel, that your mother is so much smarter than you? Does it emasculate and infantilize you? How did such a dumb boy come out of me, out of my body? I should throw you out of my house or strangle you like a Spartan mother would do with a weak, dumb child! That’s why Amazons kill their male babies in the first place. I should treat you like a small, immature child from now on. Don’t ever question my or your sister’s word again. You’ll do anything we say. – And you Richard should also do that and remind yourself all the time of how much more intelligent your daughter and your wife are than you.” – “Yeah, that’s why women should have the unrestrained right to abortion,” Jenna added, “to be able to abort most boys. How does it feel to be a living abortion in the eyes of your mommy, Jordan, as well as in mine and your sister’s eyes?” – “Yeah, how does it feel, if I tell you, that I should have aborted you, that I should not have let you out of my womb, that you didn’t belong out of my pussy? That you should have been killed within my pussy? Does such a female power make you feel weak and worthless?” Sara looked deep into her son’s eyes. Her sense of superiority had made her predatory, like being ecstatic and intoxicated by her power and she wanted to verbally punish her son for being so stupid. His mouth dropped open, when she had said all that. It made him feel small and absolutely inferior to her. The only thing he saw again, were her gorgeous legs and feet in front of him... He didn’t know why his eyes were drawn to their legs, every time he felt degraded by girls. –
Then she went back to normal again: “We are just teasing you, baby! We love you, you know that. You are our cute, dumb little boy with a big male ego that we girls just love to make fun of! You know, women can be cruel, don’t take it seriously.” – Jordan stammered: “Nature is so unfair...” – “Oh yeah, nature is a bad girl, a real bitch! Females Are nature. Boys are just their toys,” Cindy giggled.
Then all the eyes went to Jenna. She just looked awesome, like a super model, here blonde hair was tied to a high pony tail. She revealed her score with a shy smile, astonishing 165 IQ points. Again the male jaws dropped open and trembled. How could such a hot pornstar-like woman be so much more intelligent than the men? This was simply unfair and absolutely emasculating. Especially Mitch was devastated. He didn’t dare to look his wife in the eyes. He just watched at her fit and sexy thighs next to him and felt pure humiliation pumping through his veins. “Baby, don’t be sad and embarrassed!” she said to her husband stroking his head, “I knew that from the beginning.” – “Well, congratulations, darling,” Sara hugged her, “that’s why you are the CEO among us! You scored higher than Einstein, baby!” She kissed her cheek euphorically. An ultra-hot pornstar like woman had a higher IQ than Einstein – and a higher one than most men on the planet. This had to sink in... - “Although I hadn’t assumed, that your IQ would be that low, Mitch,” Jenna’s tone got more serious: “That’s why all the young girls outperformed you in your job! That’s why girls have demoted, fired and humiliated you in the past! I became your superior from the beginning. - What shall I do with you now? You are totally useless to me... Shall I throw you out on the street? I would step on your face with my heels and make your mouth clean them every day, if I saw you lying on the pavement!” Mitch’s head sank down, her words had crushed him.
Jenna became kinder again: “No, baby, I’m kidding, just playing with your sweet dumb head. I will use you as my favorite toy, as my living dildo, like I’m doing already!” The women burst out in laughter while the men felt broken from so much female degradation. “Oh sorry, I didn’t want to be obscene.” Jenna laughed also. But Mitch was really broken. He felt so extremely degraded, intimidated and reduced by his wife that he sank to his knees and slowly but automatically started kissing her feet and heels. She looked at him dominantly amused and expectantly, raised her heel gently and let him kiss her dirty sole... He whispered: “Please don’t divorce me and crush me under your heels, Jenna. I’m so glad to be your sex toy, your emotional tampon, your punching bad, your doormat, anything, to be with you and make you happy.” – She smiled. “Yeah…? Oh that’s so sweet, baby.” Jenna said grabbing his mouth softly.
The other men felt almost the same way. Female humiliation had made their brains foggy. – “Don’t you want to kiss out feet too? You have enough exercise in that already.” Sara dangled her right foot seductively. Slowly the boys were drawn toward their feet, as if they had no will of their own anymore, and kissed them. Then they sat back on the couch and after a while their male ego kicked in again and cleared their minds. “Those tests don’t prove anything, believe me. If we had practiced them a bit, we would have better results and maybe surpass you,” Jordan said and the other men approved. “Well, if we had ever practiced and hadn’t drunk wine, we would have wiped the floor with you even more.” Cindy answered and the girls laughed. “Intelligence isn’t everything in the world,” Jordan said weakly. “That’s right, but we girls are more ambitious and decisive also, we also more empathic and sensible than men. So I guess we win in almost every aspect.” Cindy had brought Jordan almost to tears, she had crushed his argument and everybody in the room knew that. – He saw and felt the superior looks of the three women upon him as he couldn’t fight back his sister’s argument.
Jenna changed the topic after a while. “Have you heard that the new government already changed the election laws? Guess what, men with an IQ of less than 120 won’t have a right to vote anymore, unless the women of their household will give them permission.” - “Yeah, I read that in the news,” Sara said smiling. – “What? That’s discriminating! Why can they do that to us?” Jordan said a bit shocked, since he was really looking forward to voting in some months. “Science considers men as being more irrational than women. And our new government is determined to listen to science from now on. That’s also why girls will be allowed to vote from the age of 16, because they are more mature, while boys will have to wait until they are 25 to vote. So my daughters and Cindy will be allowed to vote in a few months while Jordan would have to ask his mother and younger sister and beg them to let him vote. Both will have to agree.” – “That’s absurd and unconstitutional,” said Richard, “but at least, I, the man of the house, still get to vote.” Jenna looked at him pitifully: “You could, if there wouldn’t be this pandemic. For now no man is allowed to vote the next government because of the health risk and a possible protest-voting against your lockdown. They can’t allow men to vote against the current government only because they don’t agree with their quarantine.” – “Sorry boys, only girls get to vote in the coming election. There will be only female votes and female politicians,” Sara added with a wide grin, “and before future elections we will think about it very carefully, whether we allow you to vote.” The men couldn’t bring up one single argument against that new policy and felt helpless. Cindy giggled and said: “How does it make feel that your younger sister is allowed to vote and you’re not? Every sixteen-year-old girl is considered more mature than you, bro, and can vote while you can’t. Imagine, a 16-year-old girl would have voted three times already, before a boy her age would be able to. Boys will feel humbled in front of girls for their whole life. I bet they will ban male votes in the future entirely.” The girls laughed and stroked the men softly with their legs, teasing them. A rush of humiliation made the men feel sick once again. It was as if they were getting socially marginalized by women. Again they looked at the gorgeous feminine legs surrounding them, that more and more captured and traumatized their minds, and felt infantilized and being more and more at the women’s mercy.

When the females started bragging about their success in beating their men at home in so many things, Jordan protested in a polite way: “You found us in a weak and seemingly bad situation, we are demoralized by that virus and you are motivated and able to be more active. That’s why you beat us lately in so many things. But we are still men! In substantial things that are masculine you won’t beat us. Why don’t we play a round of soccer in our garden? I’m still a leader among my friends on the field! You’ll never beat us in this genuinely male sport.” He felt confident and wanted to take advantage of their exhaustion after the wild party last night. “After that we could make an arm wrestling contest for fun, to show you that men are the stronger sex after all.” – “Wow, I’m into that.” Jenna licked her juicy lips. She was quite a bit younger than Sara, at her height and had a well-shaped but still casual female body. She was already wearing sporty clothes, a tank top and a pink spandex mini skirt. The rest got into some proper clothes and they moved out onto the grass.
Before they started the match, Jenna responded to Jordan’s previous statement: “Let me remind you, that soccer isn’t a purely masculine sport anymore. There are many successful female teams nowadays and some of them beat the male teams of their league and sometimes even the higher ones. Some professionals even claim that women have naturally a better technique. They just need to build up some more strength or just improve their natural technique, train and develop a bit more and they will surpass the male teams once and for all. This pandemic of course is a heavy throwback for men but even without that, women and girl teams could potentially beat the males. I have played myself some times and I can keep up with Mitch or other guys. Two of our daughters play in girl soccer teams and their teams have beaten the boy’s teams many times. I think they even won more times than they got beaten by them. – Believe me, my daughters could destroy you and your friends easily. They’re just sixteen. They wouldn’t allow you to score a single goal. And you wouldn’t be able to catch a single one of their kicks. They would make you cry. It would be the worst emasculation for you.” – Jordan felt shivers running down his spine. Jenna said it with a very convincing, serious voice. This would be the worst day of his life being beaten by pretty young girls in his favorite sport. Jordan came closer to Jenna and whispered: “We couldn’t train that much because of the pandemic. So please don’t tell them to play against us. Deep down I know you are right. They could crush me, I’m afraid. Please… don’t let your daughters humiliate me... Don’t tell anybody I told you that, please. I’ll do whatever you want.” Only to her he would admit that he was intimidated by females sometimes. He felt like lying under Jennas high heels again. She petted his cheeks. “I know that your biggest fear, which more and more is becoming a reality, is that girls are better than you in everything. – You are such a good boy, you know that? And now you are playing against us women. We’ll give you a hard time, so prepare.”
Cindy approached them and said: “I have also played some times with my girlfriends for fun, so I’m not totally inexperienced. Only mom hasn’t that much experience.” – “Well, not much, although I am a fast runner. Also men have lower stamina than women and on the other hand,” Sara said, “I know how to kick balls really hard!” The girls laughed looking at the male’s overconfident yet a bit insecure expressions. Cindy added: “If you win the games today, we girls will serve you drinks and food the whole evening. But if we win, we will test our strength upon your body and challenge your resistance! We will make a slapping contest to see which one of you will endure more face slaps from us! So we will prove to you, how weak you are and that you should listen to what we say more often!”- Jordan answered overconfidently: “Yeah, such a scenario won’t happen again, in your crazy dreams only. You will get slapped in the end! Today men will finally get their small but fair revenge for all your recent treatment.” The women laughed with high pitched girly voices.

The teams got ready and the soccer match started. It should last 45 minutes or until one team would give up. The men quickly gave all they had, full force and energy to destroy the girls’ team quickly and decisively. The girls tried to coordinate and communicate at first, find a strategy, understand how their opponents play and think. Sara was the most amateur one and had some problems to control the ball at first. The boys had of course way more experience, although they all were basically amateurs too. But on the other hand the girls were more athletic and intellectually in a fitter state, so they could react fast and think of ways to master some of their opponent’s tactics soon. Nevertheless it was almost unfair how the males took advantage of the girl’s inexperience and bragged about their first goal. At first the girls felt insecure. Maybe they had overestimated the female ability and forgotten that men were still men, and that meant certainly superior in important aspects of life. The second attack was likewise brutal, they passed the resistance, Jordan slammed his mother to the side, almost fouling. It was devastating for the girls. But strangely enough the second goal had been already way more difficult to score. Jenna and Cindy could defend some shots and pass the ball around for a while. It took more than seven minutes until Jordan could score the second one. The boys didn’t bother to set a goal keeper and left their goal undefended, thinking they would never need much defense.
The girls on the other concentrated more on defense and keeping their goal secured. Quickly they had learned how the boys would attack and tightened their defensive strategy, so that it became more and more difficult to score or even to try a shoot. This got more and more frustrating for the men. Richard got a bit annoyed and when Cindy screamed next to him, he lost focus of the ball and Jenna passed it behind the boys to her. She quickly got behind the enemy line, run fast and made the first goal, almost missing it though in a clumsy, girly way. The boys were shocked. They hadn’t had any defense plan whatsoever. Jordan had started running after her but he had no chance. In this moment it was clear that Cindy was much faster than Jordan and the other two men. - “Girls, all we have to do, is run and let them eat our dust. I’m way faster than Jordan and you are surely faster than Richard and Mitch. Look at our legs, they are longer and stronger than those of the men,” Cindy said to her female team mates. So, although the boy’s team still had the more experienced skills, if a girl got the ball once, she would run too fast for her male opponents most of the time. Jordan had even difficulties catching up with Sara or Jenna.
Slowly but steadily the male team was forced into defense mode. Jenna and Cindy had already tried many times to score and were putting up pressure. It was incredible, the men were defending themselves. Even Sara had learned some techniques already and managed to beat her husband in a couple of fights for the ball. Cindy had managed to achieve the same against Jordan. She was a better player than the middle aged men for sure. Richard and Mitch started to fear Cindy while losing many battles against her, Jenna was about their equal, although faster. And they didn’t really dominate Sara, she could give them a hard time every now and then. The girls’ game improved while the men got faster exhausted. Suddenly Cindy passed the ball to her mother, who didn’t know how to react being attacked by Jordan and Mitch at the same time. She started to run and just outpaced them as well as Richard, who was the last to defend the goal. But she surpassed him with ease, making some circles at first, and scored the tie 2:2. The girls cheered while the boys were stunned. But it was foreseeable. They all had already lost many duels against the girls.
Then some rather devastating things happened to the boys. Cindy ran into Richard once, trying to tackle him and he fell to the ground. As he was down Cindy stood over him: “Sorry, did I play too rough?” His own daughter had thrown him down, he felt battered and quite degraded. Another time Sara kicked the ball very hard and hit Jordan in the stomach. He bent in half and sighed. “Did I kick too hard baby? I hope I didn’t hurt you much,” Sara said seriously but giggled soon after. And after that Jenna hit her husband’s testicles by accident with her knee being in a duel. He fell to the ground and she stroked his head. “Sorry, baby, I forgot you have some balls too, hahah…” Fortunately Mitch wasn’t hit that badly and he continued soon. But this happened often. When Jordan tried one attack, he got tackled by his mother and thrown down bluntly. He got a free shot but Jenna caught his ball easily. After that Sara kicked accidentally her son’s testicles in a duel, took the ball running towards the goal and didn’t realize that Jordan was motionless down on the field, weeping.
All this demoralized the boys more and more. The women were certainly fitter and stronger in some way than the men. When Sara crushed into Richard once, he felt down yelling in pain. One shot from Cindy’s right leg that hit Jordan’s head, immobilized him for a while. All this occurred, when in the meantime the girls scored three other goals, it was 5:2. All three of them were basically able to score at any time. This was becoming a massacre, not only were the boys losing, they were beaten and hurt by the girls, most of the time still in a legal way though. The girls just liked to play a bit rough from time to time, while the boys did everything to play respectful, so that they couldn’t be accused of winning unfairly. They all saw though how the female legs triumphed over the male ones, the sight of Sara’s, Cindy’s and Jenna’s fit and beautiful legs got more and more into the boy’s focus again. They felt directly humiliated by the girl’s legs, they made them feel inferior, weaker and smaller.
The men got more and more exhausted while the girls stayed fit and improved their play all the time. Jenna scored the 6:2, Sara the 7:2 and Cindy after some minutes the 8:2. The boys weren’t able to get even close to the other goal again. The girls were in possession of the ball most of the time. Of course they didn’t hold back and mocked the boys whenever they could. It was a sheer physical and psychological torture. Once Richard got knocked over by Sara, and Jenna, who was approaching, stepped on his face by accident, he screamed like hell. After a while she scored the 9:2. She saw Richards devastated look and asked: “Is it, as if we would run all over you? Does it feel that way, Richard? Sorry, but I think you have to accept that you got beaten by girls thoroughly. My daughters would have destroyed you easily too, and they are teenagers.” – “This is not over. Richard and Mitch are older than you. We just need a pause,” Jordan said. “Yes but we play better than you also, baby,” Sara answered.
After the pause the game was just a mere run the gauntlet, a cat-and-mouse torment, where the women almost sadistically toyed with the men, as if they were little boys. They passed the ball around, laughed and scored every two minutes. The boy just had to watch their painted toenails, their sexy feet touch the ball, their gorgeous legs kicking hard and outpacing them just for fun. When the score was at about 30:2 they stopped without many words. The boys just didn't want to give up until it simply was too much for them. - Jordan felt like throwing up. Such an extreme defeat was too humiliating, he hadn’t seen this coming. Richard and Mitch felt likewise. Sara came closer to the boys and said smiling: “How does it feel, to be humiliated by women in soccer? Have you ever felt something more degrading in your whole life? Is it emasculating to get destroyed by these female legs?” And Cindy added: “Our legs and feet humiliate you, our bodies and brains humiliate you to such an extent, I’m afraid it will cause you a trauma. Sorry, you have to experience that.” Jenna said smiling: “Yeah, you have to take it. I’m sure you have never experienced such a complete degradation by women. We toyed with you like with little children. Just let it sink in. Don’t be sad. You may cry of course, if you feel like it.” The men felt mentally castrated at that point. In addition to that, Jordan was still feeling it almost literally, having been kicked by his mother’s foot so hard he had almost passed out from the pain. Sara approached him: “Baby, did I hurt your mental as well as your physical balls today? I’m sorry. You can cry on my lap, if you want.” He didn’t answer. After a couple of minutes Richard tried to rationalize it and improve their moods: “All right, for women you played really well. We just aren’t in shape and not motivated enough due to this pandemic. But we are still the stronger sex. Let’s do this arm wrestling!”

When they sat around the living room table, Jordan made the first round of arm wrestling and managed to beat the women, although against Jenna, the third one, it started to get a bit difficult. The same with the others. Mitch was the first one who got beaten by Sara already in the first round. The soccer game had sucked a lot of their energy and in the second round Richard and Mitch got beaten by all the girls, one after the other. In the third round finally Cindy slammed Jordan’s arms down while watching him in the eyes. The men’s strength was gone and they felt that the women were much stronger than them now. The females grinned and giggled all together. “Got you, brother. I’m stronger than you…” Cindy whispered. Then it was Sara’s round again. She and Jenna now pushed Jordan’s arms down like they were nothing. Sara whispered: “That’s it, babies, we beat you. We beat you in everything.”
“Stand up! In a row.” Cindy commanded. Silently the men stood up and the slapping contest began. “Who will stay up longer? Which female hand will bring more men down? Let’s see.”
Even the first slaps the girls delivered to the boy’s faces were devastating. The boys almost never had a female slap them in the past and they never imagined how much it would hurt, even after a few slaps. They passed them in a row, first Cindy hit Jordan, then her father, then Mitch. Then came Jenna and then Sara. Cindy’s slaps were the hardest at first but after a while Jenna and Sara increased their strength too. The boys started to get red, to sigh and even yell after every female hit they got. They all were seeing stars very soon. Sara noticed that: “Aww.. do you see stars, little boys? Will we hit you unconscious?” The girls laughed and slapped even harder. This was pure torture, the men were almost crying now but nobody wanted to give up to girls! This was the last test of their ego’s strength. Unfortunately it was Jordan this time, who got knocked out first. It was Sara’s hand that slapped him so hard he finally fell unconscious to the floor, after dozens of female slaps had hit his swollen face. He collapsed before Sara’s and Jenna’s feet. “Are you crazy, what are you doing to us? You could beat out a tooth or damage our ears! Don’t send us to hospital…” Richard was almost begging now. After a while Jenna hit Mitch so hard, he also collapsed and gave up almost unconscious, crawling lifelessly to his wife’s feet, begging her for help. Richard was the last man standing but the feminine hits became stronger and he started yelling and crying after every slap. The women just looked at him with wide sadistic smiles, giggling or screaming in joy. Finally Cindy, his own daughter, gave him the last devastating slap that knocked him out cold. – “Look at them… beaten and destroyed at our feet!” Sara said and all of them laughed. “Well I guess we have to bring them to bed again,” Cindy smiled. “Yeah girls, I will carry Mitch home and tell my daughters a car hit him on the road,” Jenna said and the girls laughed hysterically. “Just kidding, I will tell them every detail of how we slaughtered our boys today, hahaha!”

The next day it was as if the men’s egos and bodies were crushed all together. They felt wrecked, their limbs hurt and their bruised, red swollen faces made them remember immediately every detail, every single smaller or bigger shameful moment of their defeat. In Sara’s house the women had gone to work and had locked them inside like some teenage boys that had been grounded by their mother and sister. They had sent them pictures of themselves being unconscious on the ground with their swollen faces next to the girl’s feet and of how they had tucked them in afterwards. Cindy had texted: “This is what happens to little boys, when they have a large ego and think they are better than girls in something.” Sara had sent them following message: “You see that we girls crush and outperform you in basically every aspect of life. Look what our soft feminine hands did to your faces. They knocked you out cold in the end. You can put some ice on your swollen faces. We hope it will teach you a lesson. We hope you will listen to girls from now on. Just accept your lockdown. We would have to hurt you badly and restrict you even further.”

For some days or weeks the males of the family were too humbled and obeyed the females. They didn’t even think of escaping and always listened to them, did anything they said. The girls had established total female dominance in the house. The men did all the housework, did the laundry, washed the girls’ panties and stockings. Even Richard did anything his daughter Cindy told him, cleaned her room, cooked her food, brought out the trash, cleaned her shoes. The females told them when to go to sleep, when to stand up and when to eat. They had to ask for their permission to watch TV, sit in the garden, play video games, have a shower and even to use the toilet. They told them it was important to know and control everything they do, to be sure their life would be according to the new regulations.

“There is a new law that loosens some restrictions,” Sara said, “it is allowed to go out for a walk, but only for an hour and under female supervision. A female can go out for a walk with her male relative, if she can assure that he won’t escape, if she is able to hold and subdue him if necessary. So I’m sorry to say that, but we would have to tie your hands and hold them on a leash, if we go out, so you won’t have a chance to escape.” At first the boys were really happy to hear that but then they realized how unpleasing and embarrassing this would be, to be walked by women like some dogs. “Do you wanna go walkies? Yeah? Good boys!” Cindy said with a sweet condescending tone, as if she was talking to her little puppies. At first the men refused but after some days they gave in. Sara tied Richard’s hands and Cindy tied Jordan’s hands with some ropes they had gotten from the basement and kept holding a longer part of it as a leash. And because the girls didn’t trust those raw manly ropes they also tied some nylon stockings around their wrists. They were so tight they cut into the men’s skin and reduced their hands’ blood supply immediately. “Nice and tight. You’ll never get out of these, if we don’t let you.” Sara said with a smile. “This is not happening.. This is just a nightmare, no?” Richard said to Jordan. “We can’t be doing this seriously,” Jordan answered. - “Oh you can, no worries, you will get used to it. Just forget your stupid male ego and enjoy the walk outside. Let us lead you, trust your women.” Sara smiled and kissed Richard on his cheek. Walking outside felt for the men like being prisoners, slaves or dogs, something in between. When they arrived in a park they sat on a bench.
Suddenly Sara had an idea. She stopped two teenage girls that were jogging around a small lake. “Would you mind holding our boys and go for a run with them, so that they get some fitness, now that they are locked down for so long?” – “Sure,” the girls said and took the ropes in their hands. “You are two cute doggies, aren’t you?” the one girl said mocking them. They didn’t protest because the wanted to avoid any difficulties and liked the idea to go for a run, even when being on a leash, led by two stunning girls in hot tight black leggings and pink yoga pants. They couldn’t keep their eyes off these girls that were now humiliating them publicly. When they returned the boys were exhausted, they couldn’t keep up with the girls at all, which were laughing at them all the time.
When they walked alone being two meters away from Sara and Cindy again and got pulled back by them, Jordan couldn’t stand it any longer and was about to cry out of shame: “Don’t treat us like dogs, pulling at our leashes like that!” – “Awww, baby, you don’t have to feel like a dog. You don’t want to be mommy’s doggy?” Sara stroked her sons head giggling. “How does it feel to have become your daughter’s little dog?” Cindy teased her father while pulling his leash. “Sit! Bark!” she commanded. – “Yeah, stop this femdom crap, it’s not funny. Let’s return home again, please,” Richard said. While walking home the boys knew though that this wasn’t some silly femdom story… but real life. They felt real degradation by females, being really mentally emasculated while on a leash, watching Sara’s and Cindy’s awesome, feminine legs that were longer and way stronger than theirs walking in front of them. The girls walked them like dogs. This was no funny fetish, this was reality. This real life humiliation by females was a strange, intense, warm and engulfing feeling they never had experienced before this pandemic. It was as if femininity was strangulating their male ego deep inside, not allowing it to breathe.

When some time had passed the men had enough, they discussed their condition and decided to take new actions. Richard and Jordan couldn’t take it anymore being at home all day having to take orders from the women of the family. So they arranged secret meetings with some of their friends outside. They waited for the women to leave for work and escaped, climbing the garden fence. Finally they had some freedom to drink a beer, talk with their friends and discuss what they could do. Some of them even had big plans, to escape the city, make a revolution against the new female establishment. They convinced themselves that this whole story of the Matrona virus was a big hoax, a feminist conspiracy to control men and allow women to gain all political and social power. After a while they made secret web conferences that were arranged by some male computer programmers, so that the state and the police wouldn’t discover them. From all around the country men and boys attended those digital meetings and they started to plan to make more organized escapes and fantasized about a future revolution.
Well, the women seemed at least to have found out about their small daily escapes. One day when the boys got up, they heard noises from outside and saw that a new garden fence was being built which was so tall that climbing over it was made impossible. - They were real prisoners now. Things were getting serious and more and more unacceptable. The boys had secretly done some workout at home and were preparing to break out of lockdown soon.
Sara explained to them: “Sorry boys, we have heard that many men leave the house secretly to meet and relax with their friends, while their women are at work. We understand that you feel like prisoners and how awful it must be, not to be able to have a beer outside once in a while with some friends, especially while in the meantime we women have a wonderful time outside, enjoy our lives doing anything we like, going anywhere we want. But we have to take such measures and you have to accept it. We are responsible for your life, as you know.” – The boys couldn’t believe it. Those few hours and minutes of freedom were taken away from them again. They felt caged like some dumb animals having to wait for the women to be feed them.
Now that the weather got colder, winter was coming with its storms, Sara and Cindy decided that the boys shouldn’t be allowed to go out to the garden anymore. It would be so cold anyway and it would be more secure to keep them inside. Cindy explained to them: “We have locked the glass door to the garden with a special lock, so you don’t get any ideas of climbing the tall new fence. Soon it will be freezing so you don’t need to go out anyway.” - This was too much. As if it wasn’t already enough to be locked away and told what to do all day, to be beaten every day by the women of the house in video games, chess, sports or even in arguments. Life had become a constant and total humiliation of their male egos as well as a full time incarceration.
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A wonderful sequel. The women and girls dominate in every way. They are verbally, mentally and physically superior to men. The results of the intelligence test and the effects on the right to vote are impressive. The power of women is limitless. The future is female.
And it's written wonderfully. Thank you, Young Amazon. I like the way you write.

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Part 4. The great escape

One evening, Christmas was coming closer, the males decided to revolt against the female leadership, to break their silence and hopefully their domestic chains.
“Look, Sara, you can’t keep us inside our own home by force, you can’t just lock the doors. That is against human rights, against men’s rights. You can’t tell us what to do all day. It is still our decision, whether we stay in or go out and face the consequences. This counts even more for you, Cindy. You can’t tell men, especially if they are older than you, what to do and lock them up, let alone your own father!” – Sara replied: “Firstly you are financially dependent on me, darling, and I don’t want to pay for your illegal actions. We girls are the breadwinners and you have to accept our lead and do what we say. Secondly there are laws and regulations and we have to keep you locked inside, by force when necessary. So don’t make us lock you up in your private rooms more often and restrain you even further.” She petted his head as she was finishing her sentence. Cindy who sat next to them just giggled and dangled her beautiful foot in the air, showing its graceful and delicate form.

Recently Jordan had spied on his sister and watching through the keyhole of her room’s door he had seen her hiding their keys somewhere in her underwear drawer. The men had planned their escape for this night, because there was a secret gathering of some men’s liberation group in a basement, planned on that hidden internet platform where they held their virtual meetings. They hoped to get shelter and freedom there, looking forward to get rid of that new female government someday.

When Sara was in the bathroom preparing to have a shower and Cindy was playing a video game against Richard, killing and ridiculing him as always, Jordan sneaked into her room to look for the keys. The men didn’t want to have a big fight although they had done some workout at home. They just wanted to get out of the house, secretly if possible. After a while of searching and digging through Cindy’s delightful underwear he touched the keys. They were only one set and tied into one of her black stockings. He couldn’t untie or rip it open with his bare hands being in a hurry, and the silky, high quality material was just too tough for him. Cindy had sensed that something was going on after a while and stood up to check out that Jordan wasn’t in hers or her parent’s room alone. Richard gave Jordan a signal through coughing and hoped that he had already finished the job.
When Cindy entered her room and saw her brother holding her nylon stocking with the keys in his hand, she immediately let out a scream to alarm Sara and attacked Jordan. He wanted to get out of the room quickly, but she had already caught him and put him in a head lock, which was quite easy because she was taller than him. She had been working out too because she knew this moment would come, when she would have to put her brother in his place and her father too, if he would support Jordan. She had seen some big fight coming. Both girls had, they knew that they hadn’t broken the males yet. Jordan was surprised by his sister’s energy and determination to keep him her captive and to teach him a lesson. She knew that she still might be a bit weaker than him physically, being his younger sister, but she was willing to give everything and crush him with her own hands – and legs, if necessary. Such a violation of rules had to be punished very hard. If he resisted her, she wouldn’t have any problem sending him to hospital... As he had become more submissive day after day, she had become more and more intolerant. She had lost so much respect for him – as a girl being so much better than him in every way – that she wanted to really break him now. Jordan on the other hand was suddenly and honestly scared of his younger sister, of her outburst of fury he had never witnessed before.
He wanted to call for help but she shut his mouth with her soft hand. Her arm crushed his neck as if she wanted to rip off his head. She wanted to teach him a lesson once and for all, so that he wouldn’t dare to try escaping ever again. Jordan decided that now was the time to give everything and to fight for his freedom. He wouldn’t let go of the keys and held them firmly. He was already in an unfavorable position though. His sister was cutting off his blood supply and his air with her hand that rigorously covered his nostrils too. He couldn’t get away and panicked after a while. Cindy’s arm had moved into a choke hold and Jordan was already fading into darkness. He didn’t want to believe that his cute younger sister could beat him in a fight so easily after just a few seconds. No…, he thought, it couldn’t be over that fast! She couldn’t beat him like that! The keys fell out of his limp hand. “There we go…” Cindy said. In that moment Jordan had his last saving idea before he would have fallen asleep from his sister’s grip. He pretended to be knocked out already and let himself fall down limp. She released his throat and made an attempt to get the keys that were lying under him.
Suddenly he grabbed her wrist and pulled her down to get up himself, but she managed to fall all over him. Her tall but light body felt warm and overwhelming being on top of his one. She was wearing a short silk, expensive night dress. Jordan felt small and insignificant under her. She put his wrists down next to his head and laid her legs upon his thinner ones. For the first time he felt how powerful she was, it was as if her body was just superior, stronger than his. Her soft hair with its sweet, intoxicating fragrance fell on his face as she looked into his eyes. “You’re not going anywhere, little brother...” He trembled under her. She could feel it and smiled. “Listen, we protect you, provide for you, give you a roof over your head, feed you, tolerate your male egoism, stupidity and weakness. You weak men are dying out there, you could catch the virus or spread it. But your egoism doesn’t care?! I’m really going to hurt your male ego now.”
She pulled up one leg and pushed her knee right between his thighs. Her naked knee hit his crotch many times with full force. Jordan wanted to scream but his mouth was smothered by her uncompromising hand again. “I don’t want you to have babies… do you understand? This is my decision! You won’t spread your stupidity around!” Her knee hurt his manhood a lot. His eyes begged her to stop. But she rammed her leg into him so cruelly he thought this was the end. Soon he would die from the excessive testicular pain and trauma his sister was causing him.
Then she changed her mind and didn’t want to injure his balls too much, instead started punching his face with all her strength. Her knees had landed right on his arms, pinning them down. “I’ll beat you to a pulp so that mom and dad won’t recognize you anymore!” Her fists hailed onto his face... He smelled her sweet perfume and watched her hot lipstick. How could such a cute 21-year-old girl beat him up like that…? His eyes filled with water, his face burned. “Please stop! You’ll break my nose! Cindy… Please don’t knock out my teeth..!” She paused. “Why can’t I go out for a while…? I won’t come close to anybody. You can’t hold me as a prisoner. - I’m sorry… I know, it was a mistake, I just couldn’t handle it anymore!” He was begging for forgiveness and understanding. Cindy looked at him in a superior way. “I can’t handle it. It is so degrading being locked up by you, while in the meantime you show me day after day how much better you are than me in everything! You are way smarter, stronger more successful than me… You are better at soccer than me! You and mom you are both better than me, the girls of the family kick my ass in soccer! It's unbearable, it's frustrating. You reduce me as a man... And now you and mom tell me what to do all day long. It is too much.” – “Well, sounds as if some has learned his lesson already. Did I finally break you, little brother?” – “Your mere presence breaks me and annihilates me, sis.” – “Aww.. you feel humiliated and intimidated in my presence, bro?” – “Yes, Cindy.” He was overwhelmed and out of his mind for a moment.

At that moment Richard ran into her room and grabbed his daughter under her arms lifting her up. “Stop that! Where are the keys?” Jordan grabbed them and being a bit confused and in pain still, he stumbled up and ran out of the room towards the stairs. Richard had thrown Cindy on her bed, got out, shut the door behind him and followed Jordan towards the front door. Sara had heard something and hurried to get out of the bathroom. Jordan and Richard were already reaching the door. This seemed too easy, soon they could be outside. But Cindy’s stocking, in which the keys to their freedom were sealed in, were still too strong for Jordan’s fingers. It wouldn’t release them instead it cut into his flesh hurting him. In his hurry he was incapable to rip it open fast enough. His fingers slipped and couldn’t overpower this soft nylon, this feminine trap that kept the men from being free. It had done a good job. Before he could tear it open his sister who came running towards them had caught up. She reached for it but Jordan was raging and panicking, after he had desperately tried to defeat her stocking. He gave Cindy a brutal punch to her shoulder that threw her back sighing. “Bitch, you wanted to injure me, to destroy my balls, break my face? You are the worst sister ever! We are getting out of here!” – “I didn’t seriously mean to do that, you stupid, low-IQ little brother!” She said coming closer again. “Are my stockings too tough for you, bro? Do my sexy nylons hold you captive, preventing you from being free?” Giggling she charged at him and while his fingers were captured by her stocking, she gave him one single hard blow to his head that sent him to the ground. He sighed, winced in pain and saw stars. This was shocking for both men that his sister could knock him down that easily with just one punch. “Seeing stars, baby?” Cindy’s hot lips and white teeth smiled at him. Richard was a bit afraid of her too because she was so much taller than him. But when she wanted to grab the keys he gave her some strong shoves that made her fall back down again. Then he took her stocking but struggled with it too and before he could get it open, Cindy had come back, grabbed his wrists and tried to pull back his fingers. He screamed in pain. Her cute hands were almost stronger than his manly ones, her fingers were longer than his for sure and her nails hurt his skin. She took them away easily but Jordan being at her feet suddenly pulled her legs away. She fell down, Jordan caught her from behind and put her in a bear hug so that Richard could get the keys back. But again he couldn’t free them fast enough from his daughter’s nylon.

They heard a scream and Sara grabbed Richard from behind, she had rushed to help her daughter. In her hurry she was wearing nothing but a thong, a bra and sheer black stockings being still a bit wet from the shower. “This is illegal, you can’t go out!” She shouted and clang to him from behind, her legs around his stomach and her arms locking his neck tightly. “It’s our life and our decision…” Richard responded but his air was cut off. Sara squeezed him so cruelly, with so much force he never thought possible. He knew he would be gone in seconds, pure fear and survival instincts kicked in. He stumbled back, let the keys fall down, then pulled her arms a bit loose and rammed her backwards into the wall. They fell down but she readjusted her grip. Her hot, exposed and wet body was in front of him now. She pushed his head into her huge breasts and tightened her body scissors around his ribs. He yelled and veins popped out everywhere from the pressure of her graceful legs. He felt how powerful her muscles were tightening under her fair, creamy skin in soft nylons and got intimidated. His air was cut off by her soft tits. He pulled her hair back with full force screaming: “I can’t breathe and you’ll break my chest, you crazy bitch!” He hurt her so much that she released him from her nylon leg prison.
Richards grabbed one of her wrists tightly still pulling her hair. “Let us go, if you don’t want to get hurt. We are still men and the stronger sex, your sneaky attacks won’t succeed always.” – “If you hurt us, you will get in trouble with the law. We could sue you already for trying to escape!” Sara said as Richard started pushing her to the ground, getting on top and immobilizing her. He slapped Sara’s face twice with force and grabbed Cindy’s stocking with the keys inside. With a strong move he tore the stocking open despite it hurt his fingers, took the set of keys out and threw the piece of nylon away.
When he got up and turned around Sara took her daughter’s stocking and quickly wrapped it around Richard’s throat, pulling it and strangling him from behind. Immediately he let the key set fall down again. His fingers couldn’t get beneath the sharp cutting, feminine fabric that was strangulating him for real now. He choked and his tongue stuck out when Sara pulled him backwards through the room and landed on the couch, placing her legs around his midsection again, locking her ankles. He was stuck and even feared for his life now. He couldn’t warn his wife that she was doing something dangerous. She was in fight mode too and wasn’t aware of it. Richard didn’t want to die by his daughters stockings at his wife’s hands… “Baby, you’re killing me..” He mumbled and weakly pulled at her arms, “Cindy’s stocking is… strangulating me. And your legs also... They are crushing my ribs and my lungs. Don’t kill me… please…” – “Aww.. is my soft stocking too much for you, daddy? It could strangle and kill you easily. Knock him out mom!” Cindy laughed, freed herself from her brother through her own strength and grabbed the keys.
But Jordan was behind her, pulling her hair and locking her neck again. She shrieked and he almost got the keys back. Richard was near unconscious on the ground when Cindy threw the keys to Sara. She stood up and caught them in the air. Jordan ran to his mom but she threw them back to Cindy, so they played ‘catch me’ with him, which felt so demeaning as they were laughing in his face. Cindy held them high up and her long hands were far out of his reach when he jumped up. She teased and mocked him and threw them again at Sara. Suddenly though Richard was back up, he wanted to charge at Sara, when he got close she tossed the keys to Cindy. “Go hide them! I try to hold the boys back on my own!” she yelled.

With all the power that was in Sara’s tender female hands and arms she grabbed Richard’s hand and dragged him with her to get Jordan. Her husband was a bit dizzy yet so he couldn’t bring up enough resistance. She managed to catch Jordan’s finger and immediately pushed the men’s palm and fingers backwards. Both men slowly but steadily sank down on their knees before Sara. Their hands were hurting and they yelped. She stood over them holding them down on their knees as they started begging. The men looked up at her in awe and looked at her legs that were in threatening black stockings right in front of them. They felt weak before her and she seemed so strong and delightful at that moment. “There I have you both, father and son on their knees begging me… This is your right place. Good boys... Not so tough anymore, aren’t you? Beg momma not to really hurt you.” The boys did everything but couldn’t get out of that embarrassing and painful hold. Her legs were close to them. They were clearly longer and more toned than theirs and intimidated them. Then suddenly she threw her right leg up and wrapped her thigh and calf around Richard’s neck, grabbed her foot tightly and closed her trap. He suffocated and tried to pull her leg open but she effortlessly held him there on his knees while putting her son into a choke hold with her left arm. She could stabilize herself and sit partly in the couch. The struggling got weaker soon. She had them… she had both of her boys under her control. She had overpowered and immobilized both of them at once. They were close to getting knocked out but were still fighting back weakly. Then she wanted to try something else. She took Richard into a head scissor close to her soft crotch, grabbed Jordan’s hair and pulled his head also between her thighs next to his father. Then she closed her legs and locked her ankles. She got them – even better now. Their legs were kicking again but she started squeezing them both. It worked. They stopped struggling and just tried to breathe heavily and had given up immediately. Soon they couldn’t even breathe anymore...
Sara enjoyed herself having both her grown son and her husband helplessly between her legs. She started making her hair, checked her smartphone. She ignored them until Cindy came back. She made a selfie that showed her hunted trophies and her smiling brightly. “You are just my little boy toys. When will you finally accept that?” She said. - Cindy was still standing at the stairs watching in disbelief and happiness how her mother was beating und humiliating her father and brother. “Wow… Mom, you are the true queen of the house! The matron! You are stronger than father and son combined. - I will try this hold on them too.” Cindy said loudly. “Come and try. You can subdue both of them too.” So the boys changed owner and Cindy wrapped her legs around both of their necks, strangulating them even more. “And you are their matrix now, holding them tightly, controlling their lives with your body.” Sara laughed. Cindy’s long legs might easily hold a third man in place and she still would have her hands free. She grabbed a lipstick that was on the table and put some on. “How does it feel to be totally emasculated by us?” She asked while Sara took more photos. They posed in different smiling positions and ignored the men while talking about other topics. These were indeed the most humbling moments of the men’s lives up until now.

Their girly desire to mock and humiliate the boys of the family made the females too careless though. The moment Cindy released her legs to go hide the keys away, Richard jumped up. Jordan was sleepy yet, because Sara and Cindy had cut off his blood supply to his brain with their thighs more than his fathers. Shoving Sara away Richard though grabbed the keys from Cindy’s hand and ran to the door. “Hold them back for me, so I can unlock the doors! Do anything!” He shouted at Jordan who did his best. He made some steps to block the way, tackled his sister, taking revenge for her hard play in soccer, and as Sara ran by to get to Richard he grabbed her foot next to his head and threw her down. He knew he was in a very bad situation, the girls were furious, they could hurt and punish him very badly now. He had given himself up for Richard, to be the bait, the prey and sacrifice for the two lionesses that were ready to tear him to pieces now. Sara was out of control and kicked her son’s head and body with her naked foot full force. He screamed and cried loudly. Then he felt his sister’s legs closing around his neck again. His head felt like being torn off and he became dizzy. Cindy took her stocking, pulled his wrists up in front of him and tied them together. He was getting tied up by his own sister and could do nothing to defend himself...
In the meantime Sara ran toward Richard. He had unlocked the door but didn’t open it yet. He saw Sara coming and gave her a brutal shove that threw her back down next to Jordan. Then Cindy jumped up and attacked Richard, while Jordan was now doing his best to hold Sara down with his bound hands. He grabbed one of her wrists with both hands although she was already overwhelming and mounting him at that moment.
With her bare hands Cindy caught a desperate and vicious punch Richard threw at her face and as revenge kicked her father straight between his legs. He fell down immediately and started to cry from the crippling pain her foot had caused him. Her powerful but feminine foot then brutally hit his face and belly many times until it started pressing down his neck. She took the keys, locked the door again and threw them far away to the couch. She looked down at her father who was struggling to breathe under her cruel sole and her polished toenails. His face was swelling up, his manhood and guts were burning. His own daughter had kicked his ass in a few seconds, he thought ashamed…
Cindy grabbed her father and drew him over to Sara like a ragdoll. “Your great escape failed! The women of the house beat you. Female stockings prevented you weaklings from getting free. - How does that feel? What shall we do with you now?” Cindy asked with a sexy voice putting her hands at her hips.

Richard made an attempt to get up but Cindy kicked his legs away and jumped on top of him, grabbing his wrists. If he wasn’t hurt he would just have thrown her off but she pinned him down, entangled his legs with hers and pulled them unnaturally to the sides. “You’re breaking my knees!” Richard shouted. “I have to! To keep you from running out!” Cindy hissed. “Please don’t…” Richard begged, “you have already injured my nose and my balls.”
Next to her Sara was sitting and pinning down her own son. She looked him deep in the eyes and started slapping his face with all her strength, then she even punched it. His defenseless face was being punched by his own mother… Jordan was paralyzed and saw stars again. “I will break you, son!” She whispered. Cindy then did the same to her dad, slapping and punching his face. “Please stop, mother!!” Jordan cried loudly. “Please! We won’t do it again, we do anything you say! Please, my sweet daughter, stop beating me!” Richard yelled also and begged. They stopped. This was a breaking moment. The two males were finally broken and put in their place by the females of the family in a direct fight.
Sara released Jordan’s arms that were still tied up and as he tried to get away she pulled him into her legs, squeezing his midsection, making him wince. His own mother crushed his ribs and didn’t allow him to breathe anymore... Cindy did the same thing nearby to her father. Here legs pressed against Richard’s sides and her ankles were locked tightly. Both women changed looks and squeezed as strong as they could. The boys flailed and struggled for their lives but it was useless. The women’s legs crushed them like predator snakes or hardening concrete. Once caught in their legs they had no chance to escape ever, they knew that. They seriously expected to go to hospital after that. Jordan’s chest made a cracking sound and he winced like a small dying animal. The locked feet in front of them and the strong, tanned thighs and calves of the females made them feel lost as men. Then the girls moved around to face them still applying the leg hold tightly. “Now say sorry and promise us that you won’t try to escape ever again, or we will break your ribs and send you to hospital. There the nurses will continue to make fun and humiliate you!” Sara said smiling. Then both females high-fived and burst into a girly laughter. “Now we’ll do whatever we like with you.” Cindy said. “Oh yeah, we can do anything to you...” Sara added. Her almost naked body tortured her son and Cindy’s naked legs were abusing her father at the same time.

But they didn’t see how both men communicated with facial expressions. One after another pretended to be knocked out cold. They truly couldn’t breathe between the girls’ legs and wouldn’t last much longer. So they played dead, like some small, weaker animals that have no other chance to escape the mightier ones. They really felt as if the girls were the bigger and stronger female predators in that moment that were about to kill and eat them easily. Triumphantly mother and daughter stood up, rejoiced and fell into each other’s arms. Suddenly though both men jumped up, Richard quickly got the keys and Jordan grabbed both girls’ hair from behind, still being in his debilitating nylon handcuffs. They screamed as he pulled them back while Richard opened the door, ran outside to open the garden fence also. As he did that, he yelled at Jordan to hurry up. - “Pulling our hair is the only thing you are able to, you little bitch!” Sara yelled at her son. “Yeah, you fight like a small girl! You’ll pay for that!” Cindy was fuming. - Jordan’s own mother calling him a ‘little bitch’, felt as if she had pierced a knife into his heart and his self-respect. - He pushed the girls to the side and started running towards the door.

But again he had become their prey and sacrifice, so at least one man would get away from this home-prison. Pretty soon, long before he could reach the fence, the girls caught him. They were just way faster than the boy. They caught him so easily, it made them giggle. They grabbed him from behind and Richard witnessed them pulling him inside the house again, four strong female arms entangling, enveloping him and dragging him in. He had no chance. He was their victim, their due... “Help! Dad!” He screamed now in absolute agony and fear. His desperate hope to get free was shattered, freedom had been so close! He couldn’t believe it… They had captured him for good now. It was over. Against his mother and sister together he had not the slightest chance, their bodies and minds were stronger than him. In fact each girl could beat him on her own, if she really tried. He knew that. They could do whatever they wanted with him. - “I’ll get you later, son, stay strong!” Richard shouted. - “When the police girls will beat you senseless and bring your limp body back to us, you will be completely at our mercy. We will tie you up with our own hands and lock you away in the basement for a very long time!” Sara’s voice sent shivers down his spine as he ran into the night.
The girls simply lifted Jordan up as he flailed desperately and carried him back inside the house. “We got you now. You are ours forever.” Sara said with a threatening predatory voice.

They carried him as if he was a little child and immobilized him. Sara quickly took the sheer stockings off from her legs and the girls tied Jordan up with them very thoroughly. He had to witness this process as they were slowly and effortlessly tying him up, taking his freedom away in front of his eyes but he was too weak to resist them. It was as if two hyenas were eating their prey alive while it had to watch helplessly. Then they brought his shaking body into his room and because he was sighing and screaming his mother wrapped her thighs around his neck as he was lying on his bed and silenced him immediately. Her legs strangled and shut his windpipe with ease. Then Cindy took his midsection between her own powerful legs and pressed tightly. “You’ll never escape us girls… We will celebrate Christmas together! Isn’t that nice? We are here to help and protect you. But if you don’t do as we say, baby, you will stay like that and we will have to open your presents for you.” She teased her helpless son pulling at her stockings to make him feel the smooth female nylon that entangled him. “For now you seem exhausted fighting against us girls, so we should put you to bed. Sweet dreams, baby.” Sara’s soft voice was the last thing he heard. Then he felt the merciless, creamy legs of the girls squeezing him into a dead sleep. Sara’s lovely face was the last thing he saw. Her soft hands stroked his head while she was looking him deep into the fainting eyes like a good mother.
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I am speechless, what a wonderful development. The women have full control over the men. There is no way for men to escape the power of women.
All that remains is to submit and accept the dominance of women.
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