2 comments/ 74586 views/ 21 favorites Sex War Ch. 01 By: switchboy257 Part One: Betrayals The war of the sexes had just begun, but most people didn't know it yet. It all began in a little town in Alabama, and I got word through a friend of mine that it had just come to my city in the northeast. He brought me an article to read. I came several times just reading it, but I assumed that it was fiction. Then he showed me the Toy. Let me start from the beginning. My friend Jason brought me an article that he had clipped from a supermarket tabloid. This was in February, long before the war had been declared. "Battle of the Sexes Breaks Out in Alabama Town," read the tabloid headline. "Men win." I was hooked by the title and read on. The story was strange and extremely erotic. A secret pact made by all 463 men who lived in a tiny country village. A deal made with a high-tech weapons developer that happened to run a plant outside the village where most of the men worked. Few women worked in the plant so it was easy to have all-male meetings. A "Masculine Power" organization was formed, and using the technology available at the plant, they developed the Toy. The Toy. A small black finger-shaped tube like a miniature vibrator. A single black button that only works once. The article told how the toy was tested on a secretary who worked in the plant. Her name was Linda and she was having an affair with a guy named John. She was sexy as hell but his heart wasn't in it, so when the masculinist association asked for someone to volunteer their lover as a guinea pig, John raised his hand. It was late at night when Linda came to meet him at the plant. They often met at night in his office because it was private and the plant was totally shut down. They didn't exchange many words. Quickly she began to remove his shirt and he put his hands up her blouse, cupping her large breasts and unfastening her bra. By the time she pulled his pants down to reveal his hard cock, the top half of her body was naked. John looked down at her beautiful hanging tits as she caressed his rigid penis with her lips. He smiled watching her nipples sway back and forth and realizing that this was the last sexual act that she would commit of her own free will for a very long time. He didn't come in her mouth but gently changed positions so that she was sitting on the desk. That's when he slid her pants down and looked at the soft fabric underwear that concealed her pussy. Soon he slid that little garment off her hips and revealed the wet slit of her cunt. He was kissing her and she was stroking his penis. That's when he slipped the Toy into her vagina. She didn't have time to react. He did it quickly, pushing the black object into her vagina in one move and pressing the one-time-only activation button. Immediately the machine came to life inside the helpless hairy cunt. Linda pulled away from John and put her hands down to her private parts, fishing in her pussy for the object. "What did you put in me?" she yelled. But it was too late. The Toy was connecting itself to her vagina and it wouldn't come out. John smiled at her. "Helpless feeling," John said. Immediately Linda was overwhelmed by the most terrible feeling of total helplessness and vulnerability, all coming at her from her most sensitive female parts. She felt her vagina to be completely open and she felt the sway of her tender breasts. Her nipples felt unbearably sensitive, in fact her whole female sexuality was unbearable to her. The wetness of her pussy lips, the tenderness of her clit, not to mention her anus and mouth. Her body felt totally invaded and controlled. She moaned in a crazy kind of sexual fear and fell to the ground, holding her body and trying to cover up all her naked exposed sexual parts. "Total exposure," John said. And suddenly Linda felt her arms and legs move against her will. The helpless feeling didn't go away, but despite her desperate desire to cover up her body, she was moving slowly into a spread-eagled position, lying down on the office carpet and offering up her helplessly fuckable female form. "No, no, no," Linda mumbled, wanting to get dressed and run away, wanting to protect her breasts and pussy from John's gaze, let alone his touch, but soon she was lying completely spread with her knees up, shaking slightly so that her boobs wobbled. "Orgasm," John said. Instantly a feel of insane sexual pleasure spread from Linda's vagina out into her pussy lips and clit and all over her hips. Soon her whole body was tingling and her nipples aching and she was thrashing around on the ground. She found that her arms and legs were free again and thrust her hands between her pussy lips. Half of the time she was fondling her clit and moaning with pleasure. Half of the time she was fingering her slit and trying to pull out the Toy that had been imbedded in her cunt against her will. Eventually she lay exhausted on the carpet with liquid cum dripping out of her cunt into a puddle beneath. "It works," John said. In her delirium, Linda took this at first to be another command directed at the terrible Toy, but nothing happened. She felt the strange shape of the item locked in her vaginal channel, but it did not move or produce another forced sensation in her private parts. Then she realized that John had not been talking to her. The door opened and men came in. A lot of men. They picked her up with their rough hands and began to carry her into another room. At first she did not resist, but when one of them grabbed her right breast she started to struggle. "Relax," said the man, and Linda's body completely relaxed against her will. Only her voice was free to yell and curse at the men as they molested her tits and cupped her warm pussy. They carried her into a much larger room in the center of the building and set her down on a wooden table under a light. Moving her eyes from side to side as best she could, that's when Linda became aware that there were tens if not hundreds of men in the room with her. They were all dressed in normal business clothes. She was lying on the table naked, unable to move. A man she had never seen before stood by the table and began to speak. "Men," he said. "We are witnessing the birth of a new era. Look at this woman. She is completely paralyzed and helpless. We not only control her body but also her sexuality. With a single command we can bring her to orgasm or cause her excruciating pain. We can force her to undress at any time and anywhere, we can make her display her body or abuse it for our pleasure. We can make her feel totally helpless and violated. We can use her as our slave. And all because of a little device which our friend John was willing to insert into her vagina at the proper moment." The man held up another small black Toy, just like the one that Linda had in her cunt. "Men, this is the Toy," he continued. "We have been working on it for a year, and as of today it is fully online. You will each be given three Toys tonight before you leave the factory, and it will be your duty to deliver it to the proper woman, be it wife, mistress or girlfriend. This is the beginning of a new world. Right now it might seem as if you are betraying your beloved females, but don't worry. In the new order all the females will be sexual sluts together, and they will be grateful for it, and we will finally have control over their luscious bodies. As for the question of revenge, don't worry. The toy is a one-way street, a fully gendered device. The mechanism of control cannot activate inside an anus. If someone sticks one up your asshole and presses the button, nothing will happen. The device will not bond and is easily removed. Only inside a vagina can it be activated. Only in a cunt can in bind with the woman's body and make her helpless. Through the use of the Toy, we will soon transform this town into a man's paradise. Now gather around for a demonstration." The hordes of men came closer and Linda saw that some of them were openly stroking themselves through their pants, or even had their hands inside. As she thought about all their cocks she suddenly became incredibly angry, and the fact that the Toy had been invented made her almost crazy with rage and jealousy. Even if she had a hundred Toys, she could never do to these men what they did to her, because they didn't have vaginas. How angry and helpless she felt thinking about all their rigid penises surrounding her. They stared at the patch of brown fuzzy hair where her legs came together, and Linda felt the blood rush to her cheeks. The only woman in the room, and she was lying naked on a table. And the Toy was in her! What would they do to her next! "The Toy operates by voice command. There are about ten commands, as I shall demonstrate. The most obvious, of course is Total Exposure." As the man spoke those last two words, Linda's eyes grew wind with fear. She braced herself to resist the power of the Toy, but almost immediately she felt her arms and legs begin to move into a spread-eagled position. As her arms went out her breasts felt even more lewdly displayed, but it was the forced opening of her legs that brought tears to her eyes. Before long her crotch was completely open and visible, and the men gathered around to examine her labia and genitals. "There is also the Orgasm command," said the lecturer, and immediately Linda was overwhelmed by the sensation of cumming. Her pussy began to vibrate and her hips moved softly. She grabbed her nipples and sat up and thrust a hand between her legs. She found that she was free now to move and speak, but she could not stop touching herself, the sensation was too intense! "You fucking assholes," she yelled at the men as she masturbated her throbbing clitoris. "You fucking rapists!" She thrust a couple fingers up her own vagina and began to fuck herself. "You will pay for this!" she continued, pulling and twisting on her nipples. "I swear you will pay," she moaned, as she rolled over and rubbed her clit on the side of the table, cumming and cumming hard until she lay, paralyzed again, in a pool of sweat and ejaculate on the table. "Quite amusing, don't you think?" commented the lecturer. "And now the third command, my favorite. This one is called the Helpless Feeling, and I helped design it." Even before the sentence had been finished, Linda felt that terrible emotion of utter vulnerability and lack of control overwhelm her. Suddenly it hit her even harder that she had the only cunt in the room, and that if they wanted to, every single penis in the room, tens or hundreds of aching rigid cocks, could be forcibly inserted into her helpless vagina. There was no limit to how many times they could fuck her open female genitals. And as the helpless feeling continued, Linda began to have even more terrible ideas. It was not just her breasts and cunt that were helpless but her whole body. They could penetrate her anus or even her mouth! Her entire body was theirs. The night went on. After the lecturer had demonstrated all ten commands, the men were allowed to use Linda as a slave for several hours. Everything that she had feared came true, and more. Hard penises were inserted and rubbed inside her vagina, in her asshole, and in her helpless mouth. She was forced to suck on the cocks as they ejaculated into all of her holes. She was forced to rub other men's dicks with her hands until they came on her chest and stomach. Men sucked her nipples and played with her clit. She was utterly used and humiliated. But by far the worst part was the use of emotional control. It was one thing to have her body be placed under the control of a gang of men, but another thing entirely to have her emotions under their control too. The most humiliating of all was when they would force her to orgasm while doing something disgusting. She would be in the middle of sucking an ugly man's penis, or displaying her open pussy lips for the men to look at, and she would be hating it but doing it anyway, when one of them would say the word "Orgasm" and she would instantly go crazy and rub herself and cum in front of them. But even this was not as bad as the use of command number three. She would be lying on her side with penises in all three of her holes, feeling the utter helplessness of being fucked by cocks in her mouth, anus, and vagina all at once. And just at that moment, one of the men would whisper the words "Helpless feeling" into her ear or, even more appropriately, into her pussy. In any case, the terrible Toy would hear the command, and she would be overwhelmed with a feeling of utter violation and vulnerability, reaching from the tips of her nipples to the deepest center of her vaginal canal. After the night was over, the men gave Linda some food and a nice bed to sleep in. She was given back control of her body and she was allowed to live for several days in a walled-off section of the factory. Of course she had several male guards, but they did not violate her during that time. She walked around naked and they watched her but they didn't touch her or issue any commands. Of course, she knew better than to ask for clothes or to be allowed to leave. Although her body was now under her control, she had only to reach a finger up into her vagina to feel the presence of the Toy buried deep in her female parts, and then she knew that she was still ultimately totally helpless. *** My name is Jeff and I live in Boston. When Jason showed me that article I thought it was a joke, but then he showed me the Toy. "How many of those do you have?" I said. "Just one," he answered. "But I can get more. I know where to get them for $100." I reached for the Toy but he pulled it away. "You can only have it on one condition." I nodded. "You have to put it in Meg." Meg is my girlfriend. She's beautiful and I love her. I knew what Jason wanted me to put the Toy in her. The Toy makes a woman helpless not just to the man who betrays her with it but to all men. Jason wanted to have access to my girl. I wasn't sure what to do, but Jason showed me the article again. "Come on," said Jason, as my eyes scanned the incredible text. "You know your dick is hard just thinking about making her helpless. Mine is too. She's too beautiful not to be available. Imagine the pleasure." If Meg and I had been in a good place in our relationship, I probably would have said no on principle. But we had been fighting, and I was in a horny mood and looking for some revenge, so I agreed. Jason went home and left me the Toy, and I called Meg over. I didn't waste time but got straight to business, tugging on her pants from behind. I pulled them down and saw her cute butt cheeks, but she pulled them back up and said she wasn't in the mood. If I had had any doubt about what I was going to do, this ended the doubt. She was resisting my sexual advance. My penis was aching and hard against my jeans and she didn't care. She wanted to keep her nice little pussy safe and sound. Well, that wasn't going to happen. I sat down on the couch and waited for her to come over. When she did I slid behind her so that she was sitting in my lap. We watched TV for a while and I managed to take the Toy from my pocket. This is it, I thought. Now or never. You only get one chance. Quickly I thrust my hand down the front of her pants inside her panties and grabbed hold of that familiar cunt. She shrieked and pulled away but I held her by the pussy and was already probing with the Toy to find the entrance to her vagina. She could feel that I was trying to force something into her and reached down between my legs to grab my balls. I had never known her to be so aggressive! I always thought she was an innocent girl. Who taught her how to grab a man's scrotum so powerfully? Do all women know instinctively how to grab a ball sack when in danger? She took my testicles in her hands and began to squeeze hard, and I would have lost the game if I hadn't at that moment found her vagina between my fingers. Up inside her cunt I thrust the Toy and pressed the on button. She yelled and yanked hard on my scrotum and I screamed out "Relax!!!" Then I was sitting on the couch holding my aching ball sack and she was lying on the couch totally paralyzed, except for her mouth, which was swearing at me. I couldn't do much because of the pain but I said "Shut the fuck up or I'll make you feel sexually helpless!" This just upset her more and she kept swearing at me and threatening to cut of my nut sack, so I said the key words "Helpless feeling" and she immediately got the point. Suddenly her whole world felt tender and violated, and all she could think about was the helplessness of her cunt and her inability to remove the alien object that I had pushed up inside her. I let her feel psychologically raped like that for a while before actually touching her. But I didn't undress her. I wanted to leave that pleasure for Jason, who had done me such a big favor to begin with. I called Jason over and presented Meg to him. He immediately commanded her to strip and expose herself to him, which she did, leaning over so that he could play with her dangling nipples and view her sweet little brown-haired cunt from behind. Then he forced her to have three or four orgasms on her own. Then he took off his pants and ejaculated inside her mouth and inside her vagina. We continued to play with Meg for several hours. It was a very good day. Sex War Ch. 02 It had been three months since Jason showed me the article, and a lot had changed. Jason hooked up with the original manufacturers of the Toy and their organization in Alabama. We visited their new base in their hometown, which had been constructed next to the manufacturing plant. This base was essential a kind of brothel, but it was unlike any normal brothel. The entire female population of the town was in this building, and they were completely under sexual control. A man could go there and get anything he wanted involving women. When I was there, I took the opportunity to have fifteen beautiful 18-year olds line up naked in front of me and wrestle for the opportunity to suck my penis. I made the stakes really high so that they really got into the fight, pulling on each other's nipples and grabbing each other hard by the cunt. Three lucky winners were allowed to suck and fondle my penis and balls until I ejaculated on their faces. The other twelve were given the "helpless feeling" until they cried. It was lovely to get my cock sucked while watching a row of twelve beautiful naked young women writhe on the floor, moaning from the unbearable knowledge of the incredibly vulnerability of each one of their vaginas. Jason and I returned to Boston and immediately set about creating our own brothel. Of course, in the big city you have to be more security conscious. For example, we installed a gender-check device at the front door. When you enter the building, you have to pass through a small sealed chamber. Inside this chamber you are requested to drop your pants. If you do not comply, the rear door opens and you have to leave the building. The only way to get access is to drop your pants. Once your pants are down, a small machine comes out of the wall and takes hold of your genitals. The machine inspects your cock and balls and makes sure that they are real and not a dildo or anything. Then you are allowed to continue. Of course, if the machine discovers a pussy between your legs, it instantly inserts a Toy deep into your vagina, and you are allowed inside — as a cunt! Yesterday a young man came into my office and began to talk to me about politics and the weather. I got the feeling that he was trying to tell me something, but I couldn't figure out what. It almost seemed like he was obliquely trying to warn me, but I couldn't understand why. I felt perfectly safe in my office building above our high-tech ultimate-fantasy brothel. As always, Meg was kneeling in the corner of the room, totally naked, leaning forward slightly so that her breasts hang out the way I like to see them, on display. It's nice to have her there. When I get nervous I can go and lie in her lap and suck on her pretty female nipples, and if I need some simple sexual release I can always call her over to my desk and have her suck my cock. She is very obedient, like all the other women in the building, now that she understands what it means to have a Toy permanently embedded in her vagina. Alas, this is a helplessness I think I will never understand, not having a vagina myself. I was standing by the window looking out when the man came up behind me. At first I thought he was just approaching to check out the view, but then he grabbed me from behind in a chokehold! I struggled but could not speak. I saw Meg stand up on the other side of the room, her breasts bouncing, unsure of what to do. Should she help me or let me get what was coming to me? I wanted to command her to come to my aid but the man put his hand over my mouth. Then he reached his hand roughly down my pants. What the fuck was this? Was he gay? Was he going to grab my balls or something? And who the hell was he? I felt something cold against my balls. Something locked into place down there. Then the man stepped away from me and went across the room. He just stood there looking back at me, almost as if he were crazy. "What the fuck did you do to me?" I said, and I thrust my own hand down my pants to check it out. My penis wasn't hurt. Even my balls weren't really in pain, but... There was something there. Locked around my scrotum was a small metal ring. It seemed to be a single piece of metal with no fastening device. It was above my testicles and much too small for even one of them to pass through. I played with my balls a little but it was obvious that the thing was not coming off. "What the fuck is this?" I yelled at the man. "The women are coming," he said. I looked at him in total confusion. "The women are going to have their revenge." I had no idea what he was talking about. Then I heard Meg begin to laugh. "I knew it," she said. She was still standing there in the corner with her tits and her little fuzzy cunt on display, but suddenly she didn't seem ashamed anymore. She was laughing at me. "The tables are going to turn, you bastard." What a bitch! I was angry at the whole situation and decided to take it out on my little slut. "Helpless feeling," I said. I saw Meg sink down in the corner miserably and put her hand between her legs as her whole world filled up with a total feeling violation and penetrability, as her body was overwhelmed by the open vulnerable feeling of her female vagina. Then, to my shock, I saw the young man collapse also, clutching his crotch. Finally, to my horror, I felt the feeling that I had so long been in the custom of giving to women. Suddenly I became aware of the metal ring that was locked around my scrotum. I realized that it was a single piece of metal and that it wasn't going to come off. Nor was I going to be able to get my ball sack through it. I would probably be wearing it for the rest of my life, or until whoever made it decided to take mercy on me. Suddenly the mere fact of having a ball sack felt overwhelmingly vulnerable. I looked over at Meg and for the first time saw her little cunt as powerful, and I was jealous! Now it was my own dangling ball sack that seemed totally helpless, totally violable, totally unfair. The helpless feeling! The helpless feeling! I began to cry! After a few minutes the cycle ended and the feeling subsided. I was staring at the young man and Meg was staring at me. The young man was staring out into space. I felt frozen. I knew that I had to jump up and get out of that room, get somewhere safe, figure out what had happened and try to get the damn thing off me. I stood up and made for the door, but Meg's voice interrupted me. "Total exposure," she said. And immediately, forced by her own command, she lay down on the floor and moved her body into a position of total openness, displaying her breasts and vulva for everyone to see. But to my ultimate horror, the young man and I both helplessly responded to her command! In a few minutes we were all sitting or lying naked on the floor. The young man's cock was erect and so was mine, and around both of our scrotums was that terrible little metal ring. Meg's pussy was on display all right, but she was used to humiliation by now, and I saw a smile on her face as she took in the fact that our male scrotums were now on lockdown too. I wanted to hide my ball sack from her view, but I couldn't! I felt totally ashamed to have her see this little metal ring take control of my sexuality. I didn't like the arrogant way she was looking at our scrotums, as if they were pathetic! As if she disdained their dangling helplessness! But I couldn't close my legs! My genitals were totally on display. When the exposure cycle ended, I again started to try to leave the room. I stood up, my dick bouncing, and ran for the door, but I already knew that I would not make it. "Orgasm," Meg said clearly and firmly, and even as she grabbed her own cunt and started helplessly touching her vagina, I could see her watching us as the same feelings overcame our helplessly bound testicles. Unfortunately for us, we were within touching distance, and so the sexual activity could not be limited to masturbation. I have always been heterosexual and enjoyed the total domination of women, but now I found myself grabbing this young man's cock and pushing it deep into my throat as I rubbed my own penis on his face. Embarrassingly, Meg came first, and so she was able to stand up and come over and watch us ejaculate all over each other, our helpless penises cumming against our will on each other's male bodies. Sex War Ch. 03 Part Three: Bobby's Story Bobby really didn't want to admit what was happening when the Girl Police came into the university that day. He had always been shy of the others boys and had preferred to hang out with the girls. They were friendlier and they liked the same things as him. This had been true all through elementary school and continued into high school. He had never felt comfortable around the jocks, they had always teased him and seemed macho and intimidating. In high school he had had only one male friend, and that friendship had faded. In college all his friends were girls. That's why it upset him so much when the sorting began. For the Girl Police there were no exceptions. It didn't matter that Bobby was a nice boy or that his friends were all girls. For the Girl Police what mattered was what you had between your legs. When the GP came into the library Bobby was at a table in the corner, reading and chatting with some female friends. Young men and women filled the rest of the room. The GP took one look at Bobby and saw that he was male and therefore their victim. It didn't matter that he was surrounded by several females, all of whom liked him and would have vouched for his decency. He might as well have been forcing his cock into one of those young women's cunts for all the GP cared. The GP task force strode into the library wearing their trademark orange jumpsuits. The students looked around or froze and stood up. A few of them ran for the doors, but of course all the doors were already locked. There was silence in the large library room. Some of the boys glanced towards the large bay windows and perhaps thought about trying to crash through them, drop to the ground below, and escape across the football field. Any hope of this kind of maneuver was destroyed when they saw through the windows a line of women in orange jump suits marched out onto that field. One of the women began to speak in a loud and clear voice, breaking the silence. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are the Female Task Force, commonly known as the Girl Police. We have taken control of this campus and will be instituting total control over your bodies. Ladies, if you cooperate with us you will be well treated. You will be allowed total liberty, including the wearing of clothes, and will be provided with male slaves. If you fight us you will be overwhelmed by pleasure. Gentlemen, if you cooperate with us you will be treated firmly but humanely. If you fight us you will be double penetrated and made to loathe your own body. In either case you will be reduced to a sexual object." There was still no sound in the great hall. Bobby looked around at his friends. He often thought about their breasts and pussies, but he always hid those thoughts. Suddenly he felt estranged from them and was more jealous of their bodies than he had ever been. What were these women going to do to him? Would they separate him from his friends? Would any of his friends stick up for him? The leader of the GP began giving instructions. "Men, you will strip off your clothes and display your genitals." Nobody moved. The women didn't seem to have any guns or other implements of violence. They looked strong and commanding, but how would they force all these men to obey them? Then the leader took out a small black box that looked like a portable speaker and pressed a green button on the side. A strange drone filled the room. It was oddly affecting and made everyone in the room feel a bit queasy in the pit of the stomach. Even the women felt this way, as though their wombs and ovaries were heavy and aching. They had a slight desire to free their tummies from constraint. Some of the women unbuttoned their pants. A few even slipped their pants off and leaned against the wall in their underwear to relieve the inner pressure in their ovaries. For the boys the feeling was much more acute. They suddenly felt a deep discomfort in their ball sacks and, as the discomfort grew, they were afflicted with a terrible need to remove their clothes. It was as if their pants were suddenly too tight and were squeezing their testicles. They each felt in their balls somehow that the only way to relieve this pain was to have their balls hanging free in the air, with space around them as much as possible. It was a kind of hyper-claustrophobia afflicting the men's' nuts. Slowly, inexorably, fighting the humiliation but unable to withstand the ache in their scrotums, the men began to undress. Bobby looked with horror at his friends as he felt this bizarre sensation come over his balls. His female friends had laid their hands on their tummies and some had opened up the flies of their pants. Bobby did the same, but there was no relief. Why were the girls relieved when he wasn't? But he knew why. The pain was most intense in his scrotum, and they had no scrotums! Slowly and miserably, Bobby took of his clothes. He was sitting in the library surrounded by his six closest female friends, wearing only his boxer shorts. But that wasn't enough either. His friends were looking with sympathy at him but also with curiosity as around them all the men stripped down. None of these girls had ever seen Bobby naked before. He kept his sexuality very private and had fooled around with only a few girls on campus, none of whom were here. Finally Bobby could no longer stand it, and had to pull off his boxer shorts as well. Like every man in the room, he discovered that he had a powerful and throbbing erection. He sat back in his chair and exposed his cock and balls to the room, praying that this would make the feeling claustrophobia go away. But it didn't. His balls needed more space. One by one, every man in the room had to expose his balls maximally. Some of them leaned against the wall or lay down on the floor spread-eagled. Others spread their legs across chairs to let their nut sacks hang out. In utter humiliation, Bobby climbed up onto the big wooden table and lay down with his knees bent up to the sky, so that his penis and scrotum could dangle freely between his legs, with as much spaces as possible—and completely on display. The GP women began walking around the room. As they came to each man they would approach him and take hold of him by the balls. Because of the effect of the strange drone machine, every scrotum in the room was dangling in an open and vulnerable position. There were no crossed or closed legs, no hands covering the boys' genitals. The testicles swung freely. It was the easiest thing in the world for a woman to reach out and place her thumb and forefinger around the base of the scrotum. Once a boy let her do this, he was finished. The woman then took out a small metal ring, opened like a keychain, from her pocket, and locked it quickly and snugly around the boy's nut stack. From each ring led a thin black rope, about the thickness of a shoelace, which was attached to the woman's belt. Then the woman would have the boy place his hands behind his back, where she would lock his wrists in plastic handcuffs. If he resisted she would pull down sharply on his scrotum. Some of the boys tried to avoid being captured in this way, but the sound of the drone made fighting impossible. The women in the orange jumpsuits felt nothing more than a dull ache in their wombs, but the young men felt a debilitating claustrophobia in their genitals that could only be eased by giving their balls a tremendous amount of space. Even trying to walk or run was too difficult, because as the man's legs brushed against his scrotum it would cause such tremendous discomfort that he had to cry out. No man could bear to have his thighs touching the sensitive skin of his scrotum, or knocking against the heavy weight of his testicles for even a moment. So, after a few steps, he would have to stop and lean against a table and place his legs as wide apart as possible, letting his helpless balls dangle freely in the air. Of course as soon as he did this he would feel the calm and sure grasp of a woman's hand close around his scrotum sack above the balls, and then it was all over for him. Bobby was still lying on his back with his genitals on display, flopping out between his legs, as one of the women began to approach him. "No please," he protested. "Don't do this to me. I'm a nice guy, I don't deserve this! I'm like one of the girls." The woman came over and firmly grasped his tender scrotum in her strong fingers. "You don't look like a girl to me," she said, cruelly manipulating the wildly sensitive balls inside Bobby's helplessly dangling testicle sack. Bobby winced and moaned. "Won't somebody help me?" he begged. He called his friends names and looked at them. Bobby's six best friends were sitting around the table staring at him, as he lay their naked and helpless, a strange woman's fingers locked around his most vulnerable male private parts. Why weren't they helping him? It was because they had all felt the gender divide. They saw him there with his scrotum and penis on display, and they all knew that they didn't have those things. They stared at his genitals. Safe with their pussies, they didn't want to get involved. Suddenly there was a shout from across the room, and Bobby craned his neck to see a beautiful young woman running towards him! It was Ellen, one of the girls he had had sex with. So she had been in the library after all! She must have been on the other side of the room, out of side, but had heard him begging and pleading. She was going to save him, even if none of his friends would! Ellen ran over and made as if to attack the woman who was holding Bobby's balls. The GP woman dropped Bobby's nut sack and fought back. Between the two women there was no contest. The other girls didn't move, and the GP chick took total control of poor Ellen. In the wrestling she tore off Ellen's sweater. Then as Ellen shrieked she ripped her t-shirt and exposed Ellen's bra. Next she pulled off Ellen's pants and underwear, taking with them her sandals in a single move. Off popped the bra and Ellen was left completely naked on the floor. But this was not the end. The leader had threatened non-cooperative women with being "overwhelmed by pleasure," and now it was time to show them what they meant. The GP women took out several green objects from her pockets and started placing them on Ellen's body. She put one on each of Ellen's breasts, one on her clitoris, one inside her vagina and one inside her anus. Each one vibrated and sent intensely pleasurable electric shocks into Ellen's naked body. Ellen lay on the floor moaning and touching herself, but she could not pull off the little machines. If she pulled on the ones attached to her nipples, she only succeeded in tugging on her own nipples and making herself moan even louder. When she tugged on the one attached to her clit it was like twisting her own clit! Ellen's hands moved helplessly over her soft breasts and cunt, but she could do nothing. Every couple of minute she would violently orgasm, moan, and cry for a little while before the sensation overtook her and brought her to orgasm again. The GP woman grabbed roughly at Ellen's breasts a few times, enjoy herself on the helpless girl's body, and then returned to Bobby where he lay. She grabbed his scrotum where it had dropped down a moment ago and fit a metal ring snugly around the dangling bag of his external male genitals. After about half an hour, the job was done. The GP women left first, taking all the men with them. Once all the men had been fit with rings and handcuffed, the leader had turned off the drone. Immediately everyone's pain or discomfort had subsided. The girls had buttoned up their pants again and felt perfectly normal. They looked around and wondered what would happen next. Meanwhile the guys felt physically normal too, but their situation was anything but normal. Each GP woman had about five or six young men attached to her belt buckle by eight-foot black cords that led to their scrotums. As the GP women began to leave the library through the main door, the men had no choice but to follow. The men were not allowed to speak. If they said anything they would be rewarded by a sharp pull on the scrotum leash. With their hands tied behind their backs and their testicles trapped and tied to these ladies, there was absolutely nothing they could do. The dressed girls watched the naked boys file out of the great hall. They were fascinated to see all these males being led like animals by those strange dangling sacks that they had between their legs. Some of the girls put their hands down their pants just to feel the difference of their pussies and to contemplate how strange the male genitals are. A few of the girls had previously had fantasies of leading men around by the balls. All of them knew the expression 'to have him by the balls,' and most of them knew that in a serious fight a girl can try to gain the advantage by striking a boy in his sensitive testicles. But none had ever imagined a sight such as this! After the boys left, the girls exchanged nervous glances with each other, looking at each other's breasts and female bodies and feeling a strange new kind of solidarity. On the floor lay Ellen and three other girls, ones who at various points had tried to prevent the GP from their task. The four young women were still completely naked and moaning helplessly. Each had come about fifteen times and was truly suffering. So this is what it meant to be "overwhelmed by pleasure!" The unending stimulation of their nipples, clits, vaginas and anuses was becoming a terrible torture. But there was nothing anyone could do. A full-dressed girl went over to her friend who was writhing naked in orgasmic pain and tried to pull the green things off her nipples and clit. But this only tugged on the girl's already wildly sensitive flesh and sent her screaming into another helpless orgasm. Outside, in the hall leading to the main library door, Bobby was suffering the greatest humiliation of his life. It was one thing to be bound naked and helpless, but quite another to be in that situation in the company of so many men. Bobby had fantasized many times about being captured and stripped by criminals, but in those fantasies he was always held captive among his female friends! In these fantasies, Bobby and his female friends would be stripped naked and forced to fuck. Bobby always came when he imagined a criminal forcing him to penetrate one of his unwilling friends with his involuntarily hard penis. He secretly resented his friends for thinking of him as asexual, and in his fantasies they begged him not to enter them, but the criminals commanded him to force his erect cock into each of their vaginas, one at a time. This was completely different. Now, in real life, Bobby was surrounded by naked men, and he was one of the naked men too. There were no naked women anywhere to be seen. Ellen had been naked, but she was back in the library and there was no going back there. Bobby had only to look down to where a cord led out from his genitals to be reminded that he had lost control of where he went. Wherever these women in the orange jumpsuits went, Bobby would follow, and so would the rest of the men. Their scrotums depended on it, and there is no such thing as a man who can win in a tug of war against his own testicle sack. What bothered Bobby most was when the man next to him tried to make a joke. "Well, I always wanted a woman to tie me up," said the stupid jock, as if he completely did not understand the seriousness of the situation. Bobby looked around and he hated all the men and he hated being one of them. Here were a hundred young men with their dangling scrotums locked like animals to women in charge of humiliating them. It wasn't fair! Why were the pussies in charge! Around Bobby all he could see was the naked bodies of men, their hairy chests, their pale butts, and most of all their erect penises sticking out in front. Bobby's penis was erect too. All the penises were erect. They couldn't help it! And every scrotum in the room had one of those terrible rings on it. A few feet in front of him, through the naked men, Bobby could see a woman in an orange jumpsuit. This was the woman to whose belt Bobby's testicle sack was attached. Wherever this woman went, Bobby and five other men would follow her. Bobby thought about her curves under the jumpsuit and couldn't help but imagine what her cunt must be like. For a moment he had the delicious image of turning the tables on her. What if he and the other five men were free, and had this woman isolated in a soundproof room. Then they would strip off that stupid orange jumpsuit and show her who was boss. Then they would take turns holding her arms and legs apart, exposing her breasts and cunt, and penetrating her one by one in the vagina and mouth. Fuck her! It was a nice fantasy, but then Bobby came back to reality. They were not alone, the men were not free, and the woman was not naked. It was rather the case that she was dressed, the men were naked, and their nut sacks were leashed to her belt. Bobby groaned as the woman of him picked up her pace, pulling his tender ball sack forward. The rest of him followed quickly, jumping to catch up with his yanked testicles. The main door of the library was opened and the Girl Power women marched proudly out onto the football field. The men followed helplessly, completely naked and led firmly and irresistibly by those skinny little ball-leash ropes tied to the irremovable metal rings that bound their helplessly dangling scrotums.