Stories from the slavehouse - Alexander (F/M)

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Stories from the slavehouse - Alexander (F/M)

Postby Wolfling » Wed Jan 04, 2017 5:07 am

Well hello there! It was a little while ago since i wrote something. Unfortunately I had a little say writers block. The thing is i decided to try something wilder this time, Minor spoiler: the following story takes place in a country (or world if you like it better :quirk: ) that is ruled by women.
This first part won't contain any action it's just for the setting. enjoy!

Warning: As you could already guess, this story contains (or will contain) male people being tied up, humiliated, being mildly tortured for the sake of being a male. If this upsets you the reader i highly disencourage you from continuing.

Disclaimer: this has nothing to do with me: i don't approve positively or negatively discriminating people on any ground, let alone their gender. I just thought this to be an interesting setting so i went on with it.
Also: Any similarities with real events or people are purely coincidental.


Commander Lana Silver of the 2nd. Aggression Suppressive Division, stood proudly in front of her mirror. All these years
far from the real action and she was still kickin' it. Her legs were as slim as they could get, but at the same time muscular like every soldier's of the First Femine Federation. She had a belly that would make any belly dancer would envious and a busty chest that was made out of steel from the many tank wreckages her soldiers destroyed with the wrath of a hurricane. Her face was one of a kind: Blue eyes, small elegant nose, her lips almost glowing red because of her lipstick, all of these framed with her brown shoulderlength hair.
As always, she wore her black short armed uniform, with her easily identifiable green berett. Her attire was full of badges
she acquired during her ten year old carrier, which was kinda remarkable as she was conscripted at the age of 15. Her berett held the emblem of the division: A male figurine lying at the feet of a victorious female soldier. She was applying the last touches to her attire: Today she had to look majestic.

Someone knocked on the door and Lana soon heard the voice of her second-in-command: Livia Gladstone.
-Commander the convoy has arrived! We are awaiting further instructions.
-Go back and make sure everything is going as it should! Don't open the cargo until i get there! - Thundered Lana.
-Affirmative Ma'am! - Answered Livia. Then the sound of hurried steps followed.

Livia rushed down the hall towards the cargo-hangar. She didn't want to risk anything going against the orders of Lana:
the last officer who commited a foul was currently wiping off the microbes from the floor of the captives' toalett... with a toothbrush. Livia arrived at the catwalk overlooking the hangar from above. For her greatest relief everything seemed to be in order. The four closed transport trucks were intentionally parked so all of their rear doors faced the catwalk. This was to ensure that the one first things the prisoners see was the the one who will be occupying it: none else than the commander herself. The guards were standing in rows on both sides of the transport trucks ready to guide the newcommers (and their attention) towards the person who will hold their fate in her strong hands, and who should be treated with utter respect and humility: you guessed it, the commander.
Livia went down the stairs leading to the cargo area. The guards standing at the base of the stairs saluted to their

-Report! - Ordered Livia.
-Every cargo truck is in position. There were no incidents, the escort vehicles are waiting outside. - Responded Michaela the younger of the guard duo.
-No one opened the trucks this far?
-No Ma'am! The trucks were not opened, the cargo is still untouched.
-Great! i don't want anything to... - Started Livia but was soon interrupted by the sound of the catwalk entrence swinging open.
She immedeatly looked towards the catwalk just like everybody else. to see Lana's strict facial expression as she surveyed the situation.

The guards and Livia turned towards her and saluted waiting for her to command her wishes. She looked at her
subordinates for a few seconds, then raised her right hand in the air indicating for the guards. They didn't need more every guard turned, so they were facing the path. The closest ones opened up the doors...

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Re: Stories from the slavehouse - Alexander (F/M)

Postby Wolfling » Thu Jan 12, 2017 4:41 am

Hello Everybody, here comes the continuation of the story. Unfortunately this part still contains very little action (Bad,Wolfling Bad! :x ) But i felt it neccesary to go into details on this one and by the time the action would start i already exceeded what i think "the optimal length of a chapter" is.
anyways hope you will like it :)


-a few hours earlier-

Miriam was walking around the house nervously. This was her son's 18th birthday which would have been a wonderful occasion if not for the Federation. She already got her mail - which she read multiple times in disbelief just today - a week ago.

Dear Miss Sheridan!

It came to our attention that your son, Alexander Sheridan (born Alexander Sheridan, POB: central hospital of Louisa City,DOB: 2020 June 20) soon reaches the age of 18. As countless studies conducted by Federation's great scientists already shown, male individuals tend to become more aggressive after this age. As a precaution you are required to take your son to the nearest Male Registration Center without delay on the day he reaches the aforementioned age.

Sincerely: Melanie Vajda associate of MRC

Miriam looked at he clock it was 10 am, so she figured it wouldn't hurt if she waited a little before literally turning in her own son, because of some kind of bullsh*t studies that implied that her beloved son will stab her forty times in the chest for no apparent reason the moment he turns 18. Instead she decided to have a little alone time with him before they are separated for god knows how long. Also her husband was away working, and wouldn't be back till noon to have a quick lunch, if he's lucky that is.

-knock, knock - Miriam said as she entered Alexander's room with an awkward forced smile on her face.
-Hi Mum! - Alexander replied returning the awkward fake smile. Seemingly he just woke up as he was sitting on his bed in his pajamas. - How was your night?
-Well it was OK. Thanks for asking. - Replied Miriam, trying not to burden her son with the fact that she didn't sleep a damn minute the whole night.
-Do i really have to go to... you know...?
-*sigh* - Miriam's fake smile vanished in an instant - Look if i had a say in the matter, you wouldn't go anywhere, either they like it or not. The thing is i can't do much. As much as i hate this whole thing, given the other options the best case scenario is that they take you now and do their worst for the three months or so and then they bring you back.
-What if i would just slip out of here and wait it out.
-Don't even think of it! The Johnson boy tried escaping and the as far as the gossip goes he will be detained for more years if not for an entire lifetime, for being a potential criminal.
-Yeah, but... - Alexander was interrupted by the sound of knocking, or more like someone trying break in the door with a battering ram.


Miriam rushed towards the door and opened it up to face five women(or more like girls in their early-mid twenties.) in armor vests, their equipment consiste of tasers, grenades of some sort and a good amount of hand- and legcuffs (enough to bring down a complete crime syndicate in one go - tought Miriam.). They were also equipped with ballgags of all sizes (Oh god they won't use them on him do they?). Miriam had a suspicion on what brought these ladies here, but nevertheless decided to talk with them.

-Umm Hello. Can i help you?
-Good Day Ma'am! I am sergeant Mona Silver of the 2nd. Aggression Suppressive Division. We are here looking for Alexander Sheridan. He lives here right? - Answered the blonde girl with a recognizeable mark on her shoulder.
-Yes, yes of course but i thought that we have to bring him in.
-Yes but you didn't show up at the MRC in time, thus we are ordered to take him into custody and bring him in for the procedure.
-Can't we take him in later? So he could say goodbye to his father?
-We have strict orders Ma'am let us take him or we have to use force, and fine you for not cooperating.
-Let it be... - Said Miriam in defeat and let the women in.

By this time Alexander came out of his room to see the not so pleasant comitee entering. The women stepped up to him.

-Please don't hurt him he is a good boy - plead Miriam to them. - He's done nothing wrong i was the one who decided not to take him in in the morning.
-We won't hurt him if he doesn't give us a reason to do so. - Replied Mona again. - Alexander Sheridan, turn around and put your hands together behind you!
-Just wait a few minutes till he gets dressed and i put together his stuff. - interrupted Miriam.
-He doesn't need to dress up. He will get his clothes in the facility along with everything else he will be in need of. No need for any other "stuff".

Alexander just stayed still for a few seconds. he couldn't believe they just came here to take him away. He was even more shocked that they were going to take him away in just his PJ-s let alone they are even going to actually cuff him up like some kind of criminal.

-Alexander Sheridan, turn around and put your hands together behind you! - Repeated Mona, while another girl in the group was already reaching for her teaser.

At this point Alexander woke up from his thought sequence and seeing the sergeant probably wasn't joking, complied. As he turned around a girl leapt forward and attached a pair of legcuffs on his feet while another girl was busy cuffing his wrists.

-Great, lead him out! - commanded Mona and the four girls left the house leading the cuffed up boy out followed by the fearing eyes of Miriam.
-Thanks for your cooperation Ma'am. We will notify you how long he will have to stay in. Have a good day!
-Look! I know this is hard to process but i can assure you if he will behave there won't be any problems. - With that Mona walked out and closed the door behind her, leaving the house and the sobbing Miriam behind.

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Re: Stories from the slavehouse - Alexander (F/M)

Postby randomboy18 » Thu Jan 12, 2017 12:37 pm

I like where this is going. Please continue

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Re: Stories from the slavehouse - Alexander (F/M)

Postby Wolfling » Thu Jan 12, 2017 3:31 pm

Thank you i am on it ;)

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