Those That Breed, Succeed

“We’ve got a runner.”

The message was broadcast over Amazonia’s secure message system. The head of security for Amazonia, Gloria Ballcrusher, just shook her head. What is going on with our sisters? How can they do such a thing? After all of the advantages, they have that we didn’t.

The Hot Line rang. Gloria Ballcrusher answered before the end of the first ring.

“Ballcrusher,” she said, though she who that the person calling, Our Dear Mistress, knew that Ballcrusher would be the only woman answering this line.

“How is this possible, and why is this happening?” shrieked Dear Mistress.

Ballcrusher demurred, “I don’t know. I just received the message, Dearest Mistress.”

    “This cannot be happening! This is the third runner this month! Our sisters are betraying us! Do you know what could happen if this thing were to get loose in the general population?”

    Ballcrusher could sense the anger and rage Dear Mistress’s voice. This was a moment to survive.

    “Dearest Mistress, I will have this runner back in confinement immediately. All available resources are being deployed.”

    Ballcrusher knew this was an empty promise. A third runner in less than one month could only mean one thing—that these runners were being assisted by a Sister or Sisters. This was madness.

    “Please have the full report transmitted to the Sister-of-Staff by 8 AM,” said Our Dear Mistress. She was gone.

    Ballcrusher called the head of the Pretorian Guard. The Praetorian’s could be trusted completely. They were specially selected naturally occurring homosexual Sisters—not “Educated Sisters.”

    Well, the Education Programs obviously lacked in some way, thought Ballcrusher.  The latest technique consisted of showing photos of nude males to Sisters during the Sister’s various stages of development while at the same time submitting the Sister to painful electric shock, terrible odors, and frightening sounds in an effort to have the Sister associate the unpleasant sensations she was experiencing with the presence of a male. This was done six times per day for 15 minutes per session.

Another six times per day pleasant videos of Sisters living and working in the most perfect of circumstances where played. During this time luscious meals and delicious wines were served, beautiful music and lovely fragrances filled the air. Once per day the sisters watched approved female pornography while a Pretorian or Amazon pleasured them.

All pregnancies were via artificial insemination and were closely monitored for “indications.” The idea was to produce only naturally occurring lesbians, but that had been a failure, though the administration did not acknowledge this fact. Instead, much to the chagrin of the Revolutionary committee and Our Dearest Mistress, the vast majority of the sisters being born continued to show signs of heterosexual interest—even those who had never seen a male before. The Selection Committee had tried thousands of procedures and treatments with no discernible success. They bathed unborn children in various cocktails of chemicals and hormones, many with horrific results. The incinerators at the abortion hospitals were running day and night, and in the end, the resulting crop of Sisters would result in much the same challenges as babies born before the Vajayjay revolution.   

Despite all of this there were obviously Sisters willing to risk death to help an escaped breeding male. What more could the Naturals do for their Educated Sisters?

The Vajayjay revolution ended the male rule of human society. It would be more accurate to say that it ended male presence in human society and if it were not for an error made by the XY lab there would not have been a male left on earth for breeding, but that is another story for another time. The vulnerability on the Y chromosome of males was found by accident—but the worldwide murder of nearly all men was no accident, indeed. No, that event was conceived and executed by Our Dear Mistress and her inner circle, the former physicians, scientists, and political operatives working at what was then known as Planned Parenthood. The system of transmission was never discovered, and the Revolutionary committee never disclosed it, but in less than one year every male on earth except for several hundred thousand pubescent males was dead. An unintended consequence of this great victory was the suicide of nearly half of the planet’s female population. This was considered an acceptable expense to achieve equality for women everywhere forever more.

The “surviving” males were maintained during the peak of their youth and health; semen was extracted and examined, after which they were terminated and incinerated.  Sisters were fertilized and monitored. Undesirable offspring were terminated in utero—and these terminations occurred in 95% of pregnancies.

Sometimes one of these breeding males escaped. These escapees were called “runners.” And now our own Sisters are risking catastrophe and death by helping a runner, thought Ballcrusher. 
Ballcrusher understood the stakes. She knew the math. If a single runner escaped to Colorado, Peru, Mexico, or Appalachia—it was the mountainous regions that the Praetorians and the Amazons feared—there could be thousands of babies born the following year. Thousands, Ballcrusher thought to herself and shuttered. Just the thought of a male disgusted her. What if a hundred runner—or hundreds of runner—got loose in those mountains? With a little help from technology, millions of Sisters could become pregnant! With MALES!!!! The revolution itself and equality for all women forever more would be at risk!

Ballcrusher blanched. Like most Naturals, the idea of procreation was foreign and unknown. In her youth—she was now in her 70’s—she had seen Sisters before the revolution couple up with males and produce offspring but could not understand the appeal. The very thought of caring for a child was distressing and inconceivable, especially a MALE child—but not nearly as inconceivable as having PIV sex with a male! She had even seen or rather heard of Naturals before the revolution having offspring but she knew this to be a statistically insignificant form of political protest. Naturals were different than their Educated Sisters, and vastly different than women before the VR, as the Vajajay Revolution was called. Naturals achieved great things! While the other Sisters, educated or otherwise, were enslaved to men and their offspring.

Perhaps a female offspring would be acceptable, Ball crusher had mused in the past, but if that female wasn’t a Natural?  Wouldn’t she want to couple with a male and produce offspring? Perhaps MALE offspring?! How revolting!

Ballcrusher had been on the heliport of the Revolutionary Defense Building, pacing back and forth in the bright lights of the landing zone, but now she was in flight, and her mind focused.

“Ground forces are executing search warrants in hundreds of Sister abodes as we speak. Any bio-feedback we are getting that does not jive with their reported activity is being scrutinized by ground forces. If the runner is found on site by our ground forces, he will be terminated along with all Sisters present. Disposal teams will arrive by air within minutes, perhaps even seconds. When they are done it will be as if nothing ever happened in the Sister abode and no one ever lived there,” said the commanding Praetorian.  Ballcrusher took in the commander with admiration. With her deep voice, military “crew cut” hairstyle, standing 5’4” tall, and weighing well over 200 pounds she was the vision of what all Naturals hoped to be. There was not even a hint of the feminine about her.

To be with a woman like that… who could ever wish for a man? Ballcrusher thought and suppressed a smile.

Ballcrusher met the Praetorian’s eyes and nodded and then turned back to the communication screen. A message flashed, “We have a runner.” It was from the eastern Baltimore district.

Then another and another and another message flashed—too many to count.

“We have a runner.”

The counter-revolution had begun.

Dearest Mother, the leader of the counter-revolution, was at the podium.

“The Revolution has begun. I give it no name as no name can do it justice.  This is THE revolution—not the French, American, or Vajajay or any other. This is THE revolution to restore and reset humankind back on its natural and evolutionary trajectory.

“Many of you have no recollection or knowledge of the life that was—a life, your life, with a man and children. A life with parents—a mother and a father—two people who thought you were special. A life with brothers and sisters, aunts, and uncles, grandfathers and grandmothers—these groups were called families, and they were composed of the people who descended from the same ancestors as you. They were not conceived in test tubes. Conception did not begin with a woman urinating into a petri dish. It began with a man with an erection, something many of you know nothing about, and it ended with the birth of a baby—your baby—not with a surgeon and scalpel or a suction device and a trip to an incinerator.

“These “Naturals,” as they call themselves now—they used to call themselves “Gay,” and referred to women like you and me as “Straight,”—are no more natural than any of us. Nor should they speak for us. In my youth, these women, about 15% of the population, tried to convince other women that our interests were the same. That man, though that word is no longer in common usage and has been replaced with “male,” were the enemy, that children were a burden, and that your extended family existed only to impress you into a life of slavery and service to your man and your children.

These are the same people that forcefully impregnate you by artificial means and slaughter your unborn children in an effort to create their definition of the perfect woman. Because these people have the same problem that society has always had! We MUST bear children! If we do not the lights will go out on humanity. Our ancestors developed ways and customs for providing for children that worked for thousands of years that did not involve test tubes and abortions and the slaughter of our men. Our lovers, sons, fathers, and brothers.

“Today we free ourselves from our oppressors. Today we take back our lives, our bodies, and our families. Today, I will show you what our oppressors do not want you to see.”

With that Dearest Mother walked away from the podium and out of sight behind the stage curtain. She immediately returned leading a very young, handsome, and naked young man by the hand.

He stood there untroubled by his nakedness in the lights before the crowd of assembled women.   

There was silence in the hall. None of the women under the age of 50 had ever seen a man in the flesh, and the images of men that they saw in the education program were of unattractive older men. The young man standing with Dearest Mother looked back at the stunned crowd. He was nearly 20 years of age and was scheduled for termination by the Naturals having fulfilled his role. The sexual tension in the hall hung thick in the air there for all to feel. The man zeroed in on a particularly attractive nubile young woman in the front row, and his generative member became fully erect. His eyes never left her. Her eyes never left him.

Dearest Mother looked out to the crowd for a moment and with one hand directing the group to take in his manhood and with the other hand motioning to the horde in a sweeping gesture said, “This is the life force that brought us all into existence. This is the life force that will lead us out of this darkness. We will once again be free. The world belongs to the people who inhabit it.

“Those who breed, succeed.”