There is no hunting like the hunting of man

Ernest Hemingway said that and despite his being rather reprehensibly ‘a man’s man’, I think he may have been right.

Yes, it’s more accounts from the dark days of World War M.

And from the days before the darkest days, some glimmers of illumination into how it all started (apart from the more fundamental cause of men just being too annoying for too long, obviously). World War M: Origins.

Band of sisters

More from the girls who risked all, back in dubya-dubya-em. And the boys too – who did lose it all, those that had any in the first place. Remember: they also serve, who only kneel and darn socks.

As I’ve said before, equally wrongly: it never hurts to ask.
Venus has an atmosphere of superheated sulphuric acid that would shred your flesh and fry your bones if you dared go there. Just sayin’.
She has five pairs of male genitals painted on the side of her plane.
Maybe she’s being told she has to let you go? Let’s hope not: bloody cold out there without clothing.

And more from the build-up to war: World War M: Origins. Coming soon to a cinema nowhere near you.

12 November… now why is that date familiar…? Oh, riiighhhht!
If you don’t know, you’ll find out in a few weeks’ time.
If this seems an implausible way for the gallant aviatrices to obtain a fighter jet, just consider that almost 60% of male casualities on the ground, on the first day of WWM, fell victim to what has become known as the “Gee, that’s a sexy rifle! Mind if I hold it?” strategy,

And what’s more, you’ll be a woman, my daughter

War. They say war changes nothing. But sometimes if nothing changes, war is the only way. These girls didn’t seek the war they fought in but it found them. Then they fought and some of them died. Then they won and some of them came back. Did they come back as heroines? They came back. Plenty didn’t. Those who made it said the war changed them – for good, for bad, who knows? It changed a lot of guys too, mostly for the better. Sure: war changes nothing. But war changes everything, too.

Etc. That stuff’s surprisingly easy to write.

World War M, anyway. When the war between the sexes went hot.

Just tell the truth, subbie. The truth can’t hurt you.

And introducing a new series. World War M: Origins.

War is cruelty

… there is no use trying to reform it. The crueler it is, the sooner it will be over.  General Sherman said that.  Smart boy.

Yes… it’s another World War M post.  It’s been a while.  But war is eternal.

These girls know all about that.  They’ve stared war in the face and slapped it more times than they like to remember.  Was it worth it?  That’s one for the history girls to decide.  But each of these soldiers has made her own peace with the goddesses of war.











Women at arms

More dispatches from those heroines who fought and won World War M.  They fought for freedom and oppression, for friendship and for cruelty, for their buddies and for the trophies but most of all they fought for that little girl back home who won’t ever have to grow up in a world without male slaves.  

We shall not forget them.











Service oriented

Once again, it is time for this blog to salute the heroines of World War M.  They fought for freedom – and slavery as well, obviously.  Honour them, remember them. They served so that we can have a long and happy future of service, too.

If you liked these (and if you didn’t, why are you still here – are you one of those weird masochists, or something?), you might also like this.  And if you’re from a really small country with a tiny, insignificant little army, you might also want to consider declaring war on the Netherlands.

Back-room girls

A true herstory from World War M.

Oh yeah, this lab did a lot of war work. I mean: I don’t
want to claim that our contribution was the same as those of the front line
troops, OK?  Those girls risked their
lives.  We were in a safe female-led
environment the whole time.
But scientists were important in the war too.  Men are physically stronger than women,
right?  So to win, we had to use our
other advantages like our superior intelligence, judgment, balance, wisdom, perception, creativity, social
skills, memory – all those things.
Quite early on, we’d been working on some basic male control
drugs?  Really crude compared to the kind
of stuff we have today, but with so many of the more committed femsupremacists
fighting at the front, the government was worried about all the males back home.  The more masculine ones were kept on
chain gangs, obviously, but the streets were full of all these supposedly
submissive males and I don’t think more than – oh 25%? – of them were really
believers in male inferiority, you know? 
Fifth columnists, even when all dressed in frillies.  It wasn’t like it is today.  So we
were developing these basic obedience drugs: sissy pills, IQ reduction
treatments, willpower suppressants, that kind of thing.  But it was a bit hit and miss – and there
were side-effects.  You’d think it wouldn’t
be a problem for a guy to be ‘too obedient’ but we had cases whose egos had
been too smooshed by the chemical cosh for them even to chew food without an
order from a woman. Kind of funny, but we needed guys working in the factories
and fields to support the girls fighting patriarchy at the front.  Can’t do that with a wimp who’s too scared to
So the development of the brain clamp was
super-important.  We didn’t invent it
here, but we did all the initial testing. 
We’d been working on pain receptors in male brains, so we were the
obvious lab to try out the first batch of implants.  
And at first, you know, everyone thought it wasn’t
working?  The first set of test subjects screamed
continuously because their clamps just fired up those pain receptors and kept
going.  The engineers were kind of
pissed, because they’d done a lot of work to ensure all it would do was pick up
sexist and derogatory thoughts about women. I guess we’d expected we’d see them
being shocked occasionally, then they’d get it under control within a few
hours?  Took us a while to realise that
men think those things, like, all the time.  We didn’t know that, back then.  There were lots of things we didn’t know about men, because we hadn’t really been able to experiment on them properly, under the patriarchy.  I guess if women had understood more about what men were really thinking, we wouldn’t have had all that feminist nonsense about trying to build a society based on equality between the sexes.  We know better now.
So, yeah, that first batch, we turned the clamps off after a few
hours because we thought there must be something wrong with them.  Pulled out the implants and the
engineers went off to recalibrate.  Then
strapped the males back down again, shoved those implants back in – and it was
just the same.  Room full of guys
screaming their heads off.  I guess
talking about it now, that sounds like quite a turn-on but the war wasn’t going
too well at this point, so we were too focused on the work to enjoy it.   
The engineers were going crazy trying to work it out.  What was going wrong with the implants?  It’s hard to understand, now – I mean, really, which was more likely?  That something was wrong with a piece of female-designed technology or that something was wrong with the entire male population of the planet? Nowadays, we’d obviously go straight to the second of those hypotheses, but we weren’t as knowledgeable then.  Femsuprem science was just getting started and we were still throwing off the shackles of the patriarchal past, and beginning to think about ways to develop new shackles for the matriarchal future.  Metaphorically, I mean: I’m not talking about actual shackles, you understand.  Other labs were developing those.
It was Karen who first suggested just leaving them on to see
what happens.  Karen Lucysdaughter – you
know?  She got the Nobel Prize for it
later.  She put a batch of brain-clamped
guys into a secure facility and hooked them up to, like, intravenous feeds and
stuff and left them to scream.  It went on
for days.  Most of us gave up.  To be honest, we thought Karen was just getting revenge.  Most of the test subjects were former senior scientists and lab administrators and Karen had been an intern – obviously, she had some issues she wanted to work out.  But it turned out she was doing science down there: making notes on a little tablet while these guys just shrieked and struggled
in agony hour after hour, day after day.  She wasn’t just waiting.  She’d done her PhD on male screams, so she was taking careful notes on that.  She wrote the standard textbook on it,
later.  There’s all kinds of different screams
and it turns out you can tell a lot about what a guy’s going through from the
modulation and the frequency of the screaming, you know?  Not just the loudness, although that’s important too, obviously.  Pretty interesting stuff.
Anyway, on about day 4 she got the breakthrough she’d been
looking for. One of the guys stopped screaming. 
And she knew immediately he hadn’t – like – died, you know, ‘cos he was whimpering
and pleading and all that.  But for a
moment there he wasn’t thinking sexist thoughts, so the clamp was giving his
pain receptors a rest.  And Karen
went over to him and when he saw her, I guess he must have thought something bad,
because he started right up again. But over the course of the next day or so he
and a couple of the other subjects started to have moments not being in
agony.  They were learning not to think
patriarchal thoughts!  The brain clamps had
been working just fine all along; it just takes a lot more pain to persuade men
to start thinking the right thoughts than anyone had ever believed possible.  Except for Karen – she’s such a visionary. 
Matter of fact, the Nobel Prize committee asked just last year about the guy. The first successfully brain-clamped male.  They have a museum in Stockholm with memorabilia relating to the prizewinners, apparently, and they wanted to put him on display.  I don’t know if they were going to keep him as a live specimen or have him stuffed or whatever but it didn’t matter in the end, because unfortunately the lab had sold him off a couple of years before.  We tend to have more males than we need, because you often have to use fresh ones for the experiments, so we have a clear-out from time to time: sell the less damaged ones at bargain prices.  Maybe he’s still out there – some lucky girl owns a piece of living female supremacist herstory, and doesn’t even know it, I guess.
Anyway: you know the rest. 
Brain clamps went into full production. 
It’s hard to imagine the modern world without them, really, isn’t
it?  Imagine if men could just think
disobedient or disrespectful thoughts without agony.  The first production batches went straight to
the front, of course.  They didn’t bother
too much with controlled experimental conditions there: captured enemy soldiers
got the implant and were typically just left to work it out for
themselves.  If they managed to get their
thoughts straight before dying of starvation and stress, they’d get a collar
and a lock on their cock (those who hadn’t had their trophies taken) and sent
to the rear. Those who never really got it… well.  They actually tried extracting and re-using
the implants at first, but pretty soon as the factories started churning them
out by the millions, it was cheaper not to bother.
Of course, nowadays with boys brought up to be obedient,
they don’t usually suffer so much when they first get clamped.  But the older guys – wow, some of them never
get it.  You know, we’ve had an experiment
running since the war, to see how long it would take some of these sexists to
start thinking straight?  There’s guys
down there who’ve been clamped for over a decade and still can’t get through a
single waking hour without a jolt.  Of
course, they’re very polite and obedient to us when they get a chance to speak –
I guess you would be after ten years strapped in agony to a gurney – asking for
a merciful death and stuff.  But you can’t
hide your thoughts from the clamp, so we can tell it’s all just a sham.  You’d think they’d get wise – start to
recognise sexist thoughts forming and learn to replace them with healthier,
obedient ideas instead.
I guess they’re just too stupid to do that.  But I suppose we shouldn’t mind that males
are stupid, should we?  
After all: that’s
why we won.
Girls!  Inspired by this story?  Ever wondered where the ordinary male-control gadgets and torture items you use every day got started?  Try visiting the R&D section of your local male control facility and prepare to be amazed.  And the work goes on.  Female supremacist science is just getting started – we’re just scratching the surface of how we can put the laws of Mother Nature to work in developing new ways of oppressing males.  There is so much out there yet to be discovered!  Maybe you can be part of the continuing story – think about a career in science.  Because men deserve so, so much more.
 Readers interested in how science can help make our world a less pleasant, more terrifying, place may want to check out the stories about Serena and Alice, from this blog’s very early days.  Torture porn with a scientific bent – but also a rather sweet love story running through them, as you’ll see.

They did their duty

More dispatches from our heroines, the veterans of  World War M. Those mutts have a lot to answer for.  Never forget, never forgive.

And just for the history buffs, here’s a short exerpt from an interview recorded about two years before the War broke out. Who would ever have thought we would have cause to be grateful to Chinese hackers?  Goddess only knows how the war would have gone had the mutts had an air force.

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