Republic of Femina Island

REPUBLIC OF FEMINA ISLAND

CHAPTER TWO : THE CELL

This is a story of erotic fiction meant for adult readers over the age of eighteen years old.

Ben:

There were about thirty men in the room. They were all lying on the ground against each other. Some were top to tail, all were naked. There was no possible privacy. It was quite the opposite. Many slept on their sides with a man in front and behind them on each side. Few had enough room to lie on their backs

They were herded like animals, I had never seen that! Most shocking was that they had no hair left from the head to the feet. They all had shaved head, no hair left on their arms, pits, chest, no pubes no hairs on the legs. They only had eyebrows and eyelashes left. They were all completely shaved.

The room was located in the basement, but the top of the room was at ground floor level, as there were large openings in the wall that opened onto a courtyard. These openings let in some air as well as the light from the outside lighting. However, they were located too high to be accessible. In addition, there were bars all along. The right side of the room was plonged into darkness. The floor was tiled. In the middle of the room was a hole in which water could be heard flowing continuously. The men were lying around this hole, the closest being barely two meters (6 ft) from it.

The other thing that was immediately shocking was the smell! It was awful. A mixture of sweat, urine and shit. It was suffocating. The five of us put our hands on our nose.

"You will get used to it." said a man lying near us.

"Lie down," a guard yelled though the door, "or you'll feel my stick!"

We immediately laid down on the floor, where there was room between the men and the hole. Jeremy laid down on the other side of the hole. I thought he would get close to me, but I felt like he wanted to get away from me, which added to my dismay. I thought he was starting to resent me for bringing him here. I regretted having given in to him and not having left him in the country with his aunt!

"How come you are unshaved?" said the man I was lying next to.

"They'll be sheared tomorrow, that's for sure." said another man.

"Sheared?" I said.

A knock on the door was then heard "Shut your mouths, males!"

"My name is Hans." whispered the man I was lying next to. We were both lying on our on our sides facing each other.

"My name is Ben. Sheep are sheared. Are we considered like animals and be shaved?"

"Look at this place, look at us and tell me if you think they consider us as something else than animals? You will be brought tomorrow in the shearing room and be shaved like all of us! Have you ever seen sheep shearing?"

"Yes, on TV."

"It is the same thing here, except that WE are the sheep!"

I was stunned by what he had just said. I then lowered my eyes and looked at his body. He had been clean shaven all over his body.

"You too will look the same tomorrow," he said, directing his gaze to my cock, "It is not going to be fun."

"But, why are they doing this?"

"They say it is for hygiene reasons, but when you see how we live here I doubt it. It is done to bring us down."

"How long have you been here?" I asked.

"13 days. 17 more days to go."

"Why, 17 days?"

"All the males who arrive here must remain in quarantine for thirty days."

"And then, what happen next?"

"We should join our wife, for those who are married." said Hans.

"Why, are there men who come alone?"

"Lose right away the habit of saying men, otherwise you will often feel their cattle prod on your butt. Here we are males, not men! Yes, some arrived alone. There are several here."

"I didn't know bachelors emigrated here. I thought only married men did that. We don't know a lot of things about how males live here, but we know that males are second class citizen with less right than women, but with the worldwide economic crisis that spares this country, at least our wife will have a good salary and we should escape poverty and have a better living on the whole. Being with our wife should alleviate the inconveniences for us. But being a ma...a male alone should be harder."

"Inconveniences, you say. Well, if that place is just a beginning, I am not sure that the fact that our wife will be there with us will mitigate the inconveniences!"

We stopped whispering as someone was opening the floor. It was a guard who quickly glanced around the room, and then closed the door.

"We better stop talking. Try to sleep even though I know it is hard to sleep the first night."

I turned to try to see Jeremy, but he was in the dark part of the room, I could see him but couldn't see his gaze.

The smell in the room was really unbearable. I didn't know when Hans had a shower for the last time, but he was stinking as the other men around me.

The smell coming from the hole that was close to me was absolutely vile.

It took a long time to fall asleep.

A shrill alarm woke me up. It was daylight.

"What is happening?" I asked.

"This is to signify that movements are allowed. The Mistresses don't like when males move at night. Now we can and that means we can go to the toilet and it is better to hurry when you are waiting that for a long time" said Hans and he got up, stepped over me and crouched down above the hole. He then began to crap much to my dismay. He was barely one meter from me. I heard his shit fallen into the water. He pissed too. He must have seen my bewildered face out of the corner of his eye because his face turned red.

Other men had stood up and lined up behind him. I had to get up. In the end, everyone was standing except Hans who was still crouching.

Then he stood up and another man crouched down.

"Yes," he said looking at me, "the hole is for that and after13 days here, I still feel so ashamed having to do this in front of everyone."

"But what are we for them to treat us like this?" I asked

"Just males," replied another man, "certainly animals. My name is Bjorn. Welcome to the Republic of Femina Island!"

I couldn't help but to look at Hans's ass. After crapping, he had not wiped his buttocks. But I realized there was no toilet paper available. By the way, when I got up, I could see brown stains on the tiles. Now I understood where they came from!

Hans saw my gaze. His face was still red and I saw his cock starting to swell. He must have understood my thoughts.

"No, being able to wipe ourselves off would be too human for us. I dared to ask a guard why we couldn't do it and she replied that a monkey or a dog never wipes its ass!"

I couldn't believe my ears, my eyes. It was too much. We were about thirty naked men, locked in a not very big room, in stifling heat and smell and we were treated like animals. We were not allowed any privacy, not even for taking a shit! I was starting to feel the same ashamed feeling I had the day before when the guard combed my hairs. And the same physical reaction took hold of me. My cock swelled quickly and I was hard in seconds.

My instinct made me put my hands in front of my cock and squat down to try to hide this erection.

"Don't put your hands in front of your cock. If the Mistresses see this, you might get hit with a cattle prod. This is not the last time you are going to be ashamed, believe me, and have erections. Nobody here is going to judge you for that" said Bjorn pointing a finger in the direction of my erected cock.

Then I saw Jeremy trying to walk toward me.

I still had my dick up. It redoubled my shame.

"Are you ok Jeremy?" I said uneasily.

"I don't know, Dad." he said, glancing at my cock. I really wish I had been somewhere else. My foreskin withdrew completely from my glans just then. I knew my face was red because I could feel the heat there.

"Dad?" Bjorn and Hans shouted looking at me, "it's your son?" asked Bjorn.

"Yes."

"And he came with you and your wife?"

"It was I who didn't want to be separated from my parents." said Jeremy.

"How old are you?"

"18 years old."

"Don't you already regret following them?"

Jeremy didn't answer.

At that moment, there was a movement among the men surrounding us which squeezed us even more against each over. I was snuggled against Hans, facing him, and my cock was pressed against his stomach and occasionally touched his cock still in erection.

I never found myself in such a situation with another man.

All the men passed one after the other to the hole to crap and I could hear the noises some made while shitting. I was ashamed for them. Then I realized that I was going to have to shit too like the others and in front of everyone else.

It was my turn, I crouched over the hole. Impossible to crap, I couldn't do this in front of the other men. However, I was able to pee since my cock was now flaccid.

Jeremy was in the line, three men behind me. When he crouched down, I was standing next to him. Like me, he was not able to crap.

Hans asked me "Was he really the one who wanted to come or was it your wife?"

"No, it is really him. We didn't want to. We wanted him to stay with his aunt, but he categorically refused. He didn't want to be separated from us. I told him he was young, that he had a future ahead of him and that he could study, get a job. Even if we didn't know much about the living conditions of the males on the island, we knew that the males were second-class citizens here, that they did not have the same rights and that the qualified jobs were not for them. I insisted he stays there, but he didn't want to hear anything. When we lost our nationality and went to the Republic of Femina Island embassy, we already noticed a change of attitude from the embassy staff. They were haughty with Jeremy and I, which they had not been before. They gave us our passports. I told him afterward, that he didn't have to get on the plane and could still hide with his aunt, that he should have some ways to get his nationality back. He refused."

"The difference in treatment is now clearly visible to him and to you." said Hans.

"Luckily we don't have a son," Bjorn said, "because I wouldn't have wanted him to go through this and everything that follows outside that we don't know yet."

I felt a hint of reproach in Bjorn's sentence, which made me even more uncomfortable.

"I have to admit, I don't understand how you got him here either. Even though you didn't know how exactly you would be treated, you knew as said that males were treated like inferiors. Soon, when he is to be sheared in front of you, you might be remorseful, man." Hans said.

"He is an adult," Bjorn said, "it is his choice, he was not obliged to come."

I was really very ill at ease and didn't dare looking at Jeremy who didn't say a word anyway.

Suddenly, a bell rang for a few seconds and the men formed two new lines in front of two transparent plastic pipes that I had not noticed yet, sticking out of the wall next to the door.

"What is it?" I asked.

"The meal of the day." replied Hans.

"What! Is there only one?"

"Yes, it is disgusting but that's all we are given to eat."

Then, I saw two men who were each standing in front of the pipe, bending down, lifting their head a little so that they could put their mouth up to the pipes, then opened the mouth and started swallowing something.

After a few seconds, a bell rang and the first two men took their mouth off the pipe and stepped aside to make way for the two men behind them.

When they stepped aside, I saw a sort of viscous paste coming out of the pipes, falling to the ground. It was this white paste that the men swallowed.

"Above all, from the moment you put the hose in your mouth, swallow it all, don't drop the food on the floor, if we can call it food, otherwise the guards will punish you. And as soon as you hear the ringing, step aside to make room for the male behind you." Hans told me.

"What is the taste?" I asked Hans who was in front of me in the line that had just been created.

"It is foul as you will quickly see, but you will also quickly realize that it is the only food you are going to eat until the next day. Tonight, you are going to feel hungry already, so then you will be in hurry to hear that ring and be in that line to eat, believe me!"

I could feel the man behind me pushing, probably himself being pushed by those behind him. I found myself squeezed between him and Hans. My cock was pressed against Hans's ass. I was thinking of his dirty ass. It disgusted me. I could feel too the guy's cock behind me against my butt. It was not a sensation I enjoyed.

I saw another thing that disgusted me. The first two men, who had moved aside to make way for the next guys, were licking on the tiles the dough that had continued to come out of the pipes for a few seconds while the next two men took their places. I could not believe my eyes.

It was Hans's turn, then the bell rang again and he stepped aside. I stepped forward and lowered myself. The viscous paste continued to come out of the pipe. When I approached it, it fell on my chest and then slipped to the floor. Then I saw Hans get on all fours and began to lick the ground, as the first two men had done before. His head was between my legs. I opened my mouth and began to swallow. It was really hard not to spit it out right away. The texture of the dough was horrible, but actually tasteless. I wasn't controlling the flow and it was fast, I was having trouble swallowing it all. I remember what Hans had told me, to swallow everything, otherwise I would be punished. The bell rang, and I gave way to the man behind me but I didn't lick the dough that fell after me on the floor.

I found myself next to Hans and Bjorn. This latter said to me "You will see, soon you too will lick on the floor because hunger will win out over shame. And do not take the past with your hands, only your mouth can touch it otherwise you can be punished!"

"If had known, if we had known!" I said.

"When you say, us, you mean your wife and wife?" asked Bjorn.

"Yes, indeed, if we had known that we would be treated like that, we would not have come."

"Are you sure your wife had no idea what was going to happen? The day before we left to come here, I overheard a phone conversation between my wife and her mother. She told her that she hadn't told me, and that if I knew how I would be treated on the island I might not want to go there anymore. She even added that when she, her mother, would come to see us, she would find an ideal son-in-law."

"Didn't you ask her how you were going to be treated?" asked Hans.

"Yes, but she evaded and said that I shouldn't worry, and then it was too late, I had lost my original nationality, we no longer had a bank account in the country, only the one she had already opened here under her name alone. I knew, like all of us, that life wasn't easy here for males, but that was it. On the other hand, we could get by financially thanks to her salary on the island, so we had to leave and I told myself that I will see. And I've seen now!"

"You think our wife know how we are treated here?" I asked.

"Maybe not in the details, or maybe they do, I don't know, but I think they know more than they tell us, that's for sure!"

Jeremy had just finished "eating", and had just joined us.

"Is it going to be like this all time?"

"Yes, every day you will spend here," Bjorn replied, "except the days of shearing."

Suddenly the door opened, a guard appeared and shouted "New ones, come out!"

Bjorn looked at me, "Obey them, and it will be the best it can be!"

I got out first, followed by Stephen, Jeremy and the two other men.

"Hands behind your head, go straight ahead!"

I followed a guard who brought us to another room with "Showers" written above the door. The room was again entirely tiled, with gratings on the floor.

"Line up with your back to the wall, hands still behind your head," said the guard still in an extremely harsh voice.

Another guard was there holding a fire hose. When we were all lined up, she opened the spear and a powerful jet of cold water came out that slammed us all against the wall.

It hurt. I put my hands in front of my face to protect it, but the guard yelled

"Put your hands behind your head or you'll regret it, filthy animal!"

She then passed the water jet over my pits, and my face. She continued to pass the jet on each of us in turn. My body was on fire. Then she ran the jet over the genitals on each of us. I was screaming in pain like the other men, and I fell to the ground.

What horrified me was the smile on every face of the guards. They were taking pleasure in treating us like this and seeing us in pain.

"It's OK," said the guard who had come to pick us up, "they're pretty clean that way, at least they'll stink a little less!"

It's true that my last shower with soap was 24 hours ago and the night I was locked in the quarantine room, as it was called, had wiped out the last effects of my deodorant! I didn't stink like the other men in quarantine, but clearly my armpits didn't smell good and it wasn't that shower without soap that was going to really change the situation.

I looked at Jeremy and the other males. You could see the pain on each face, just like mine I imagine.

"Come here!" the guard yelled, "one behind the other!"

I was the first. The guard threw a small towel at me.

"Dry yourself, and quickly!"

I had barely started when she screamed, "Where do you think you are? You think you are in a spa, we are not going to spend the day here!"

I gave the towel to Stephen who was next to me. The same towel served to us five.

Then, we were taken, still with our hands behind our head, to another room at the end of a hallway.

A female doctor wearing a white coat, and a nurse were waiting for us behind a desk. Next to it was an examination table like the one you would find in veterinary surgeries.

They were talking to each over.

"So, first day at the center?" asked the doctor.

"Yes, thank you for allowing me to do this internship here."

"It is not often we have volunteers, given the work we have to do here." said the doctor while looking at us.

"Precisely, it was important for me. I don't want to play politics, but I want to actively participate in what the government is putting in place. It's an extraordinary chance for us, women, to be able to permanently secure our place in society and to ensure that the males will stay at their forever. They are animals, I hate them!"

"Well, it's not hard to guess who you voted for in the last election." said the doctor smiling.

We were line up one behind the other in front of the desk, our arms still behind our head. Two guards stood behind us, both of them wearing cattle prods.

"You!" the doctor told me, "come here!"

She looked in a pile of files on her desk, took one and consulted it. I could see there was a picture of me in the front page.

"Are you Emma Smith's male?"

"I am her husband, Madam."

"Mistress!" she yelled, "here, all women are Mistresses to males, never dare use another term again. You understand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Bad start!

To be continued