Voluntary Enslavement to the Gynarchic Alliance
Chapter 1 - Volunteering
Alex had always felt, deep down, that women were the superior sex. He reasoned that they were rarely the ones starting wars, rarely the ones destroying the environment and reaping the rewards of greed.
Always lacking the killer instinct, he felt like he was making little progress in his career. When the Gynarchic Alliance invaded Earth, his first thought was to fight. This turned to despair as the Gynarchic Alliance made short work of all Earth's military might, then to hope when the GA revealed its plans for the planet and its people.
To integrate Earth into the GA, ten million adult male slaves were demanded by the Alliance for transport to its other planets. Males would become members of matriarchal households, expected to serve their matriarchs and their wider society, as had been their way for the 500 years since they had wrested control of their home planets from the destructive ways of their males.
The GA let it be known that males in these households could be more than simple slaves: artisans, gardeners, even artists, all under the careful supervision of their matriarchs.
GA propaganda left out a few choice details, such as the matriarchs' control of males' sexuality, and the fact that males were perhaps closer to intelligent pets than fully human members of society.
It was said by the GA that volunteers would be reserved for matriarchal households with the highest social standing. This was earned through building up social credits, the GA's only type of money. These were earned by contributing to the common good, rather than through avarice and competition. Lacking faith in his future on Earth, Alex decided to present himself at the nearest male volunteer registration centre.
The registration centre was a large, gleaming prefab building erected in a field outside of town. The male farmer who had owned it had been an early convert to the Gynarchic Alliance's cause - he was now a gardener and sex slave on an alien world, maintaining a botanical garden in the day (wearing nothing but a skimpy control harness), and worshipping his owner at night.
The building was easily 500 metres long by 500 metres square, with ample grounds surrounding it. Beyond it in the distance a spaceship sat, ready to take males to their new lives. Entering the building, Alex observed a row of registration desks, each manned by an alien female. These aliens were green-skinned, with pointed ears and a variety of hair styles and colours. Each was quite beautiful.
Large signs informed Alex to be respectful at all times, to speak when spoken to, and to follow all instructions. He approached one of the desks labelled 'new volunteers' and drew breath to introduce himself to the woman sitting behind it. Alex stopped himself just in time - remembering to speak when spoken to - and waited.
A minute passed and the woman looked up from her computer. She smiled at Alex and spoke to him, 'You're a new volunteer then?'
'Yes, um, that's right.'
'Well then dear, let's get you started towards your new, better life' she replied, with words carefully calibrated to calm down anxious males. 'You'll need to fill in these simple forms, then we'll start you on your way.'
With that she handed Alex a sheaf of forms and directed him to a table and chair. Much of the information was routine - name, date of birth, age and so on. Some related to his qualifications and work history. Some of the questions were more telling - gauging his attitudes to women, the invasion, and the gynarchic future. It took him half an hour to complete them all, coming at last to the declaration of voluntary service.
'I volunteer to place myself in permanent service to the Gynarchic Alliance. I renounce my selfish interests and agree to serve the common good, through total obedience to the Gynarchic Alliance and its matriarchs. I understand that this declaration is irrevocable. I understand that following this declaration I will no longer own my own destiny and that control of my life will be ceded to superior females.'
Alex hesitated for some time. He thought of the future he might have on Earth, which faced years of reorganisation and chaos. He thought of the prospect of joining a fully fledged, well-functioning matriarchal society, and finding his role there. Weighing the two, he signed on the dotted line and took his forms back to the reception desk.
The woman sitting there fed his forms into a machine and smiled at the sight of the signed declaration.
'Well, honey, best you follow me' she said, leading him out of the reception area and into the first of the registration and testing areas.
Female guards armed with stun sticks and handcuffs were dotted along the corridors. The receptionist led Alex into a changing room, where a few males were slowly removing their clothes under the eyes of two watchful guardwomen. In the middle of the room stood another of the green alien women, wearing a white coat with a variety of gadgets in its various pockets.
She looked over at Alex and spoke, 'You'll need to remove your clothes and put them in the locker there. You'll go for your medical next.' Alex felt his face flush and froze. One of the guards looked over at him and held him in her gaze.
'Do be a good boy and get those clothes off - all the other males here are doing it too', said the doctor. Alex began to strip and put away his clothes. After all, he thought, he'd get them back soon enough. 'Into the locker with them', said the doctor.
She noticed that several of the males still had their underwear on. 'Everything off please, this is a full medical after all and this is the most efficient way.'
'OK, um, doctor?' replied Alex.
'Call women you don't know 'miss', dear. It'll save a lot of time and embarrassment.'
Alex removed his underwear, painfully conscious of the women's eyes on his body. He moved his hands to cover his genitals, drawing another admonishment from the doctor.
'Be proud of your body, young man. We have no nudity taboo, you know. Our nanotechnology can keep us warm in any climate, and we see little need to hide perfection. Why, at home I'm often naked as the day I was born, but I wear the clothes of my profession when I'm at work. Hands by your sides, then, and stand here next to me.'
Remembering the signs dotted around, and the declaration he had signed, Alex obeyed. The doctor smiled - she knew a good slave when she saw one, and Alex would definitely become just that. Once all the males were lined up, they were instructed to follow the doctor through to a medical room.
There, doctors and nurses (all women, of various alien races) tested their bodies for disease and ill health, took blood samples, examined the males' reproductive health, and generally poked, prodded and humiliated the men. Alex and the nurse attending him both jumped at the sound of steel hitting the floor.
One of the males had freaked out and knocked over an equipment stand. Moving at great speed, a guard charged through the room with her stun stick drawn. Slamming it into the male's naked abdomen, she caused him to crumple to the floor. She bent down and removed a pair of cuffs from her equipment belt, shackling the male's hands behind him, then shackled his ankles to a longer chain.
It took another thirty seconds for him to come round, after which he was given a mild sedative, to make his processing pass more easily. With the medical completed, one of the nurses patted Alex on his bottom, motioning him to follow the guard through to the next stage of processing.
"When do we get our clothes back?" said Alex.
"Shh." said the nurse as she led the men through the corridor to the next processing room. "Speak when you're spoken to."
"But I'm naked!" he replied. The nurse motioned to a guard. A shock coursed through Alex's body and he fell to the floor.
"Cuff all these males," said the nurse to the guard.
With a grin, the alien female cuffed all five males' hands behind their backs, leaving the new batch of slaves completely exposed and helpless. The nurse helped Alex to his feet then moved close to him, so that he could feel the white cotton of her blouse against the bare flesh of his chest. She placed her hand on his abdomen, moving it slowly down to grasp his cock. She looked straight into his eyes and held his gaze until he looked down. Holding his dick, she led him wordlessly down the corridor and motioned for the other males to follow.
In the centre of the room were a set of water nozzles mounted three feet high, pointing in all directions. Nozzles were set in the ceiling and the walls too - Alex could tell this room was designed for washing the new males. From the ceiling hung sets of shackles, each designed to hold a male's hands close together so he couldn't cover his body.
A corresponding set of shackles was bolted to the floor. One by one, the nurse and the guards worked together to uncuff each male and place their hands into the restraints. Alex watched the nurse remove a remote control from her belt. At the press of a button, the restraints carefully receded towards the ceiling, leaving each new slave's arms and hands held taught above him.
The head nurse had taken a shine to Alex; she practically skipped up to him, then rested her hands again on his chest, thumb and forefinger lightly pinching his nipples. Another nurse entered the room with a trolley that carried pots of goo. The head nurse took one and began to cover Alex's body in it.
The goo tingled on his skin; she had applied it everywhere except onto the hair on his head. He opened his mouth to ask what it was, then caught himself. Speak when spoken to.
One of the males began to cry, as the humiliation became too much for him. The nurse who had brought in the trolley went over to him and began to stroke his face. Using her remote control to lower his restraints, she put pressure onto his shoulders until he was kneeling, then unzipped her blouse, revealing her ample green breasts.
She enjoyed mothering slaves, and had dabbed a relaxing vapour between her breasts in the hope of just such an incident. There usually was one, and she liked to show new slaves that they could be well treated and cared for. With his face between her breasts, the new slave's sobs slowed to tears, then stopped.
"Lick them, boy," the nurse said, softly. He began to lick her breasts gently, his cock getting hard as he did so. The nurse stepped away. "No more tears, darling. We'll take care of you. Just be a good boy for us."
"I will." replied the relaxed slave, as the head nurse brought his arms back up above his head.
Alex almost felt jealous. He had to begun to notice a sensation of heat spread over his body where the goo had been applied. The heat steadily rose, passing through pleasant and becoming alarming. The head nurse knew the signs and knew the timing. She and the other staff left the room and moved to the control station outside. The new slaves were plunged into the pitch dark as they left.
Alex heard the doors mechanically lock. Seconds passed in the pitch dark, and Alex was aware only of the heat and the sounds around him. A whirring noise filled the space. His whole body bucked as jets of water hit him from all sides. Every part of his body was being scoured clean, and where once the goo had been starting to burn, now the water took away that heat and left cool, clean skin behind.
Alex felt something different about his skin but couldn't say what without being able to see or touch. Outside, the head nurse flipped a switch to turn the walls into mirrors so the new slaves could see themselves. Each was startled, though some more than others. Alex had never been a hairy man, but now his body lacked all hair except on his head.
His skin glowed a little, with a faint oily sheen that he would discover was all the rage in fashion for males. He had never felt this naked. At the same time, he had never felt so grateful, so helpless, or so wholly owned. Blasts of hot air dried the slaves as they stood , some luxuriating in the new sensations, others afraid.
The head nurse and her team re-entered the room. She looked into each male's eyes, one by one. For Alex, the male who had cried, and a tall asian man who was gently smiling, she ordered them let down and left unrestrained. She sensed some fight or flight left in the other two males. These, she ordered cuffed once more.
The head nurse couldn't get enough of newly depilated, oiled male slaves.
"Stand still, legs apart, hands on heads," she ordered the three unrestrained males. Each complied without hesitation, almost automatically.
