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Subject: {ASSM} MALLIONS(NC-17) (Femdom) part-4
Date: Sat, 18 Aug 2001 17:10:03 -0400
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Looking thru my half open stall door at the damn near endless expanse of
lush green lawn, which was located in front of the five large old ivory
covered brick buildings, that had (I learned in the course of my time
here) more than sixty years ago had been used to house the staff and
labs and patients of a private medical research hospital complex, and
the large complexes of stables that now made up the core buildings of
the all girls school which they had located here, and which they had
named for some reason still unclear to me the New Bright Academy.

And which was currently being mowed I observed with a boredom borne of
many years of witnessing the same event, by one of the half dozen
tractor like robotic lawn mowers that they employed for the task.

Robots not unlike the many other robots that I now saw every day on my
daily outings, which now did most of the work in this brave new world.

In fact so efficient had they now become that they did not now even have
to be assigned to the task or even to be repaired anymore as they now
literally ran themselves, at which point becoming bored I then (with
nothing better to do) thought back to the day that I had first arrived
here, which incredibility (I realized with a start) was now more than 29
years ago, and compared the now luxurious surroundings I now lived in to
how primitive the conditions had been back then!

Recalling that it was a cool rainy February morning when I arrived (half
asleep and hungry in the back of the old van), and that as I stepped out
of the van to look at my new home (I now recalled) that it hit me that
it hadn't been even been one full year since The Great Dying (as it is
now referred to by one and all) had come to pass, and that where there
had once been 10 billion humans that had existed at one time on the face
of the planet, there now was (some 9 months later I estimated) not 120
million humans at most left alive.

Most of whom (like I had been) were still dazed and in most cases alone,
or in some of the more fortunate cases finding themselves with a small
band of fellow survivors, who were now (like me and my son had been)
mostly trying to keep themselves alive and sane in a world gone mad!

That is with one notable exception!

It seems that there was this one group of women (of about twenty
thousand or so I now knew) who had at the time called themselves "The
Sisterhood", and who it first seemed had just happened to be very well
organized when the plague burnt itself out to emerge with a plan, and
more importantly the skilled people to carry it out.

Which I had learned (to my horror) a short time after I had awakened
(changed forever into a plaything for womankind which left me completely
at their mercy which was bad for me because they had very little of that
commodity) was due to the fact that they had in fact been the ones who
had manufactured and released the plague that had wiped out humanity,
and that the people they wanted to survive, whether they knew it or not
at the time (which most didn't know by the way) had been given a shot of
a vaccine on the sly!

But of course back then I didn't know most of what I did now!

And as well I didn't know of their plan to man sixteen (of the seventy
nine then in service) key fusion reactors with women who had been
specially trained years in advance in some cases.

But in most (I found out thru the morse code grapevine) they had been
and now were staffed by women who themselves only found out when they
were approached by them (after the die off) that they had been
preselected to survive, when the Sisterhood had learned (thru one means
or another) that they had worked in one, and who unbeknownst to them had
been tagged years in advance to have been slipped a dose of the vaccine,
in order to keep them alive so as to be left to run them!

As you can imagine even with the best laid of plans there were a few
cases where the women refused to do the Sisterhoods bidding at which
point they were then given the same treatment me and my son had gone
thru, which of course as you can guess made the rest of the women (who
when they got to see the examples these women had been made of) change
their minds fairly quickly when they saw what there options were.

And in fact it was the one arrow in the Sisterhoods quiver that made it
easy to convince not only those women in the fusion plants to obey them
(in order to keep the juice flowing to the factories), but also helped
to make all the other women (who survived thru natural immunity) that
they absorbed into their society almost eager to become good
Sistercitizens in order not to become as we were now.

And as well I learned that the factories they wanted to continue
production just happened to be located within eye sight of those very
same power plants, and that in most cases just happened to be run by or
controlled by women of the Sisterhood, who's automated factories now
produced quite a number of items that one would find in dire need to
keep such a limited but still large population going with modern
convinces that a Twenty First Century Society could now not live
without!

Nor did I (a lowly Mallion) know of their plans to extensively make and
use robots by the tens and then hundreds of millions to rapidly rebuild
the worlds infrastructure, at least in as far as to keep food and energy
and raw materials that they needed flowing (which in the coming years
would give the Sisterhood additional advantages over the other
survivors), which in most cases were abundant in the cities that now lay
unused just waiting to be dismantled and recycled.

Anyway as I recall with my now near photographic memory the day I
arrived, I saw that all they had available to house me and the eighteen
other Mallions who came in the days before and after me were or had been
at one time in the distant past three large old 6 car garages.

Which had been by the time of my arrival extensively modified (with the
addition of many two by fours and many sheets of plywood) so as to look
like we each had a stall to ourselves.

I remember that first year there was spent mostly with us Mallions being
used by the staff, and half a dozen workwomen who spent most of their
time getting the place ready for the eventual habitation of the first
class of girls, who I learned would eventually live there in such
numbers that they would come to fully occupy three of the five buildings
year round!

And as well I learned that the ages of the young women would range from
the age of 13 thru to the age of 18, at which point when they graduated
they would have been given the equivalent of a full highschool and
around two years worth of college education in those five years, at
which point they would then be sent out to apprentice themselves to
women who worked in the fields that they were best suited for! 

Meanwhile as they readied the facility I remember that one of the staff
(who was after a little time had passed showed to me that she was
obviously in charge of the stables) picked me to use for her personal
pleasure, so I found myself bearing her around the grounds (as I stood
mute and listened and learned).

Which by the way she could of done quicker and more conveniently by
motorized transport, but is seems most of the women (especially those of
the original Sisters) preferred to ride us at every opportunity to drive
home our total helplessness I assumed at the time.

Anyway because she chose me it turned out that I was the first one to be
fitted with each new piece of equipment that came out of the small
leatherwork and metal shops, which was at the time run by a sadistic
forty year old woman who had a knack for inventing practical yet painful
and almost always the most humiliating equipment and devices for us poor
Mallions to wear!

Recalling the first time that they had fitted my cock with what they had
called at the time a Cock Corset, which was basically a leather (or a
synthetic as they now preferred to use) sheath that had these little
studs lining the entire length of its interior, and which they then
slipped down my erection (until it reached the base of my cock), at
which point it left the head and about an inch of my shaft behind it
exposed to the air.

At which point they then using either lacings (or by using an inflation
type device) was then tightened to a degree that the rider desired,
which ranged from fairly loose to cock crushing tight!

Anyway after it was put on me it was then tied (or buckled ) so that my
cock was then pressed up against my belly (and lower chest), which had
they effect of not only torturing our erections (as being near a woman
we now couldn't help but get one) while keeping our hardons from
flapping around in front of us, which made riding in jumping
competitions and trail riding more practical.

Also as an added benefit it kept our cock within arms reach of the rider
on our backs, which to say the least was not pleasant as they (the girls
) like to whip our cock heads with their crops!

Feeling a twitch in my cock as I recalled not only the painful devices
that they put on it, but as well how humiliating it was to be paraded
around wearing the damn things, like an animal in front of dozens of
women the least of which who now literally had the power of life and
death over me was ego crushing!

So I recalled that after that breakin period (which lasted almost two
long years) the first thirty four girls made their way to the school.

Which was then that I was to not only have to endure the day to day
humiliations at the hands of full grown women (which was bad enough) but
now I had to literally stand there and take abuse and teasing from
beautiful young women, who in time would come to use me in almost every
perverted way possible!

to be continued.....


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