GYNARCHY

The country of Gynarchy was founded by a group of fearless women, the leader of whom, was Georgina Mallory, the daughter of a prominent politician of the old order.    Her father was a notorious misogynist, staunchly opposed to women’s rights or equality.  His stance was typified by the woman he married—Georgina’s mother—a meek, self-effacing, never say a word in opposition to her husband. 

In contrast to the old male dominated order that Georgina’s father represented, Gynarchy was to be a place where women and men could practice any form of sexuality without fear or favor.  Lesbians, homosexuals, queers, transvestites and any non-binary lifestyles were all welcome to pursue their lifestyles however they chose.  These values were core to the country’s culture and enshrined in the preamble to the country’s constitution.   

Another unique feature of Gynarchy was its legal code.  Rape was a crime considered as nearly seriously as murder.  A man raping a woman or child could be sentenced to life imprisonment.  On first offence of a woman being raped, the man would be sentenced from five to ten years at hard labor.  A second offense or the rape of a child under the age of sixteen or woman had a mandatory life imprisonment in either a state facility or in the home of specially chosen women who volunteered to house a prisoner. 

On the other hand, Rape of a man by a woman was not a crime in the Gynarchy penal code.  At most, the woman could be charged with assault if the man even bothered to report it.  Most men rapes, according to research, were not reported, the unofficial statistics showed that men rapes were quite common but most were either acts of revenge or just for fun.  There were gangs of women roaming the capital city raping men.  Almost all of these were never reported to police.

If an incident was reported, depending on the degree of assault, penalties ranged from misdemeanor for simple assault, to felony for grievous bodily harm with mandatory jail time.  At the present time, only one woman was in jail for almost killing her father.  Her sentence was the minimum the court could impose of a year and a day.

Prisoners had a choice: either spend the rest of his life 23 hours a day locked up, in isolation at the state pen.  The alternative was to be imprisoned in one of the approved homes where a woman would be in charge.

At first blush, choosing home imprisonment appeared less onerous to the average prisoner, and offered the possibility of escape—under the mistaken belief that a woman would not be as vigilant.  

The case actually was quite different.  The women who volunteered to house prisoners did not do it out of a sense of public spirit.  They did out of self-interest of both monetary benefit and emotional satisfaction.  Most of the women wanted to house prisoners because they saw it as an opportunity to get even with men who had injured and abused them in the past—and get paid for it.   Rather than being a walk in the park—as many prisoners were expecting—being in the care of these women turned out to be hell on earth.

To qualify as a home detention center, the woman had to open her home to an inspection and show that she was able to adequately secure the prisoner and meet his minimal health needs.  The inspectors were not fussy about accommodations.  The only requirements for a space where the prisoner will be kept, is he be providing 1,200 calories of nutrition per day, and provisions for disposing of bodily waste.  The regulations were intentionally vague, affording the woman wide latitude in interpreting the requirements.

For example, one home had a small crawl space in a dark and damp basement, with no light or heat.  There was a small hole where the prisoner could discharge his bodily excretions   He was permanently chained to the walls.  Every day, he was given a bowl of dog food and two pints of water.  He never saw the light of day.   Most women with modest homes could only accommodate one prisoner, during her lifetime, but some wealthy women, with large houses, were able to accommodate more than one prisoner.

Sonya Constable was one of these volunteers.  On a Monday, in July she received her prisoner.  A state van came to the house and two men carried the inmate wrapped tightly in a canvas bag and gagged.  They asked her where to drop him.  She pointed to the living room.  They literally dropped him in the middle of the floor.  After signing for him, the bid her a good day and left.

Sonya looked down at her acquisition and walked slowly around him.  He followed her with his eyes which were little black marbles expressing nothing but hate.

Sonya was a slim brunet with her hair in a ponytail and bangs covering her forehead.  She wore a leather skirt and jerkin and wore stiletto heeled lace-up black calf-skin boots. 

Her lips were painted a special crimson red lipstick she loved to wear.  The lipstick was sold exclusively to a select group of women who view themselves as man dominators.  The lipstick left a permanent stain on a skin surface that had not first been covered with a special sealer. 

In her teenage years, she ran with a gang of other teenage girls who loved to swarm male events and leave lip prints all over men’s faces.  Sonya especially loved to give men loud kisses on the ear, deafening and stunning them for a few seconds.  By the time they recovered, she was long gone, leaving the poor sod with a beautiful crimson ear.

When she came back around and stood by the prisoner’s head, peering down at him, she lifted her boot over his head, and, with clenched jaw, she stomped down as hard as she could with her heel. A tiny purple spot appeared in the middle of his forehead.  The prisoner heaved his chest and tried to scream, but with the gag firmly in his mouth, all that could be heard was a as soft groan.

“This is just a taste of what you are in for”. Sonya chirped.  “Now, I have to get you ready for your stay here for the rest of your life.  You will sleep for a while, and when you wake, things will be very different.  Nighty night”.

With that, she pulled a chloroform-soaked cloth from a plastic bag and covered his nose.  In a few seconds, he was unconscious.

As soon as she saw he was out, Sonya grabbed him by his feet and dragged him the 20 feet into her room. There she had all she needed to carry out his life sentence according to her dictates.

On the floor was laid out a ten-foot frame equipped with manacles for his wrists.  Also, laid out was a penis gag combination dildo, a nasal feeding tube and a tube of crazy glue and various other implements. 

Working efficiently and according to the plan in her head, she removed the body bag in which the prisoner was wrapped.  He was now totally naked. 

Being a big woman—standing 6 feet in stocking feet—she easily lifted him into the center of the frame.  Then placing his right and left wrists into the manacles, she closed them and smiling as she listened to the clicking of each cuff closing.  The sound of the cuffs clicking made her nipples get hard and sent a tingle of glee through her body.  She knew, the only way he would get free was to cut his wrists off.

The manacles were embedded in metal tracks and could slide up and down.  They were held in place with spring loaded pins that fit into holes drilled every inch.  Taking the manacle holding the right wrist, Sonya pulled it up toward the top of the frame, over his head, as far as she could, stretching it to its maximum.  She did the same with his left wrist.

Next came the gag-dildo.  Slathering the gag and the mouth guard separating the penis gag from the dildo with the crazy glue, she pried his mouth open and jammed the penis gag in.  It took a bit of doing to force the penis into his mouth.  It filled his entire mouth.  She managed to wedge it behind his teeth to make sure he could not eject it.  There was little chance of that because the mouth guard would be securely glued across his mouth.

To make sure he could not dislodge the gag until the glue set, she slid a face harness over the dildo and wrapped the straps over and around his head.  She fastened them very tightly and tested the whole apparatus to make sure it couldn’t move.

The last touch to the gag-dildo arrangement was a very strict collar to keep his head from moving.  Sonya slipped his head into a fiberglass neck traction collar that very effectively prevented any movement.

She sat up on her knees to admire her work.  She took a deep breath and smiled, and she noticed moisture collecting between her legs.  She pinched her nipples which made her giggle and wiggle with excited anticipation of the pleasure of mounting the ten-inch dildo protruding from the prisoner’s mouth. 

Thinking he might be waking up; she took the chloroform cloth from again and held it over the prisoner’s nose for a few seconds.
 

Satisfied he would not be conscious for a while, she proceeded.  The next thing on her plan was to insert his feeding tube up through his nose and down the back of his throat into his esophagus.  Carefully and delicately, she threaded the tube into his nose.  After pushing it slowly about two feet, she figured it was far enough.  Sliding a plug over the tube, she pushed it firmly into the nostril.  Putting copious amounts of glue all around the plug and the feeding tube, she let the glue harden for a few minutes. Then she wiggled the tube to make sure it couldn’t be dislodged.  She smiled to herself.  She felt very satisfied.  

The next to last thing was to secure the prisoner’s ankles to the frame.  She used rope to tie his ankles.  This was to be a temporary measure.  She had a more permanent means for securing his feet in mind, but she wanted him to be conscious so he could appreciate the way his feet were going to be secured. 

The very last thing was to imprison his penis.  For this, Sonya had a cock cage that lock using a remote control.  While he remained unconscious, his penis was flaccid and easy to manipulate.  Slipping the cage around his balls and tightening the ring to prevent them slipping out, she slipped the concentric rings decreasing in size over his shaft.  The cage covered almost the entire shaft, leaving access to the very tip.  She drove the base of the cage into its lock.  She tried to pull the cage free, but it wouldn’t budge. It was firmly attached.  Satisfied that it could not be removed, taking a hammer, she smashed the remote into tiny pieces assuring the only way to remove the cage was to cut off his penis.

Now that all the preparations were complete, all she had to do is wait for the prisoner to regain consciousness.

She didn’t have too long before his eyelids fluttered, and his eyes opened.  Unlike when he first stared at his keeper with rage, he now looked at her with fear.

“Welcome to my prison.  I understand you raped several women before you were caught.  You treated women like objects.  So, turn about is fair.  Here, in my prison, you will be treated like an object.  You will get a dose of your own medicine—once you are cleaned out.”

At this last remark, he looked at Sonya quizzically. 

“You’ll find out soon enough.”  Sonya said smirkingly.  “There’s one last item that needs attending to.  I was waiting for you to wake up.  Your feet need to be nailed to the bottom of the frame.”

The fear returned to his eyes.

“If all goes according to plan, the nails will go between your toes.  Of course, if it doesn’t go according to plan…well.”  She said menacingly.

Sonya hefted the nail gun in her left hand and plugged it into the outlet a few feet away.  Then crawling on top of his legs, beginning with his left foot, she positioned the gun between his big toe and the next toe.  KOTHUG! The nail gun fired a nail deep into the frame.  The nails were broad topped, and the heads easily covered both toes.  Proceeding toe by toe, she drove nails between the toes of both feet.

“Now, to see if my plan worked.”

Sonya stood up and placing her boot on his left ankle, she pushed with all her strength on the ankle.  The prisoner let out a moan.  The ankle didn’t move.

“That is good.”  Sonya declared triumphantly.  “Let’s try the right ankle.”

Poised with boot raised over the right ankle, she pressed down on it with all her might.  This time, however, the foot moved a fraction of an inch.

“Oh dear, that’s not good.”

Staring down at the deviant foot, Sonya pursed her lips.  “Looks like I’ll have to go to plan “B”.  That’s too bad for you, but good for me.  It will hurt you way more than it will hurt me.  As a matter of fact, it will give me a lot of pleasure.

With that, she got down on top of his legs and aimed the gun at his foot just below his toes.  In quick succession, she fired four nails through his foot and into the frame.  With each nail, he let a out a scream, but only a soft moan came out.

“WOOOEEEE1”. Sonya screamed as she stood up and looked down at her prisoner.  There were tears in his eyes.  “Aw, poor baby, did mommy hurt her poor her liwtle baby?”  She said, talking in mock baby talk.

“It’s no fun being a prisoner.”  Sonya said smiling down at him.  “The fun has just begun.   Tomorrow, when the glue has set, I’m going to use both your mouth and ass to enjoy myself.  For now, I’m going to hoist you up so your arms can bare your full weight.”

Attached to the top of the frame ran a chain up through a pully in the ceiling to a winch mounted in the far wall.  Walking over to the winch, Sonya flipped a switch.  A motor began humming, and slowly the frame lifted off the floor, toward the vertical.  The winch stopped when the frame was completely upright. 

Through with her preparations for the first day, she placed cotton balls over each eye and held them in place with a strip of duct tape.  Next, she plugged his ears with ear buds that were connected to a white sound generator turned up to max. 

She was done.  Time to pleasure herself and kick back with a glass of wine. It was time to contemplate what she would do tomorrow.