wanking using broadsheet newspapers

For as long as i can remember i have been masturbating using broadsheet newspapers. i stand completely naked, wearing only my shoes and socks, open up a broadsheet and stroke my nipples and cock at the same time until i ejaculate. i always get immense pleasure from this, often fantasizing that i’m waiting for a train on a platform. Even just buying the newspaper, thinking about what i am going to do makes me hard. just lately i have begun to dream out my fantasy steps further having searched for a remote part of railway line out in the countryside. i strip off in bushes nearby, emerge completely naked and act out my fantasy and masturbate right there at the edge of the track, pretending it’s a platform. i often film myself doing all of this and the thrill of being outside naked is something else. i have not gotten to the brave stage yet of actually standing there while a train passes by, i always dart back into the bushes. maybe that’s the next step. i’ve always wondered if anyone else does this? kinkyboy1971@yahoo.co.uk

I also masturbate EVERY chance I get! I have a newspaper fetish. Anytime I see a mature man holding or reading his newspaper, I get hard and have to find a place to shoot my load! I collect pictures of mature men with their newspapers. Sounds odd, but it’s an everyday thing for me! I fantasize being in the newspaper in a man’s hands! I see the pictures in their newspapers, getting bent and folded. And I so want to be in there, getting the same treatment! I am hard, gotta go… Vic

4 thoughts on “wanking using broadsheet newspapers

  1. I wrote these comments about a decade ago now on a random masturbation site. How nice that they have popped up again elsewhere. I still have the same strange fetish and it always involves masturbating outside somewhere with a fresh pristine copy of Daily Telegraph. kinkyboy1971@yahoo.co.uk

  2. This is an excerpt from my newest book:

    Our fempower zero harm to any women commanders were actively placing all of our weapons far out of the reach of the men they had under their command, and in drill after drill, the boys were practicing to essentially come stumbling out, stuffed full of newspapers that they were told were going to keep their chest and genitalia safe when under attack, and in each drill all the men end up going down in swift and total defeat.

    There was something very special about these women’s movement newspapers, now being applied in every sport across the nation, all of these sports fixated on having girls against the (stuffed full, impeded) guys games only. They were being used to give the females a strong advantage, while also turning the men into very strongly aroused waddling dicks, totally overwhealmed by the number of newspapers stuffed inside their clothing, ready to erupt, ready to surrender, ready to fall onto their backs and cum; newspaper stuffed males who cannot run, hop or jump; they can barely move at all, due to the arousing, sensual and heavy-weighted, crotch-focused full-body caress and pressing effect of having so very many cool smooth caressing women’s newspapers, each conveying a pleasant womanly arousing feel and odour, due to the firmer, smoother kind of paper being used and the large presence of incredibly elegant and attractive beauties on every cover, resulting in what is known as the ‘executive boner paralysis’.

    When there is so much sexy sexualness all stuffed into a man’s clothes at once, each newspaper added makes the male go significantly weaker and more intensely aroused. From 20 girly paps stuffed inside him onwards he is as weak and as slow as a breeze teamed up with a beetle. From 40 onwards he is as weak and as fell-able as a blade of grass. Nobody knows why it works so well, every single time, with these women’s movement newspapers entering the male underwear and outfit and immediately bringing the male genitalia to fully erect as they rub against it with every movement he makes. The more he struggles, the more they get him. These Womanly newspapers always have the effect of getting the afflicted male massively aroused, erected and stimulated in the genital regions, while weakening the arms and legs. When a woman stuffs five such newspapers into a male opponent’s underwear, it is still be possible for the male to move around a little bit, and to put up one tenth of the fight he previously would have, but the norm is to stuff thirty or more of these womanly and arousing and intensely caressing newspapers of the women’s movement into the chest, genital and facial area of the male, and when this is done, the male can travel no faster than a snail and is just as easily crushed or beaten too. And so the use of newspapers to stuff men to stop them from being a threat to any women proved so successful that the Women’s Movement adopted it in many laws, in all games, hangouts, hotels and sports for regular day-to-day use. It also proved useful in the army. Most of the aforementioned then leave the defeated and stuffed full males in the bottom of a huge pit of sensual, intensely arousing women’s movement newspapers for the night.

    The big restructure of the entire national military was stipulated by one of the big early laws passed by 27 votes (all counting times 200 because they are women so 5400 votes) to 0 by the Women’s Movement controlled legislature. There were two male MPs who would have opposed it, but these did not make it to the voting point, as they had been tied with ropes to a big female MP’s ass (in the crack kissing position) at the time of the vote, and so were not able to vote. The Women’s Movement press said it might have been 5400 votes to 2, but “special duties” prevented the males from voting.

    The cover pictures, were, as usual, all pro Women’s Movement super models and leaders, showing off how sexy these clothes could be if worn well, and this is all the males ever saw, while pages 11 to 17 showed the female readers all the juicy details of what went on today. Then the sports pages at the back also had a pretty triumphant female on the back side cover page every day, yet further adding to everyone’s arousal during stuffing games, while the contents covered in great detail all sorts of girls beating boys events and the gruesomely one-sided final scores.

    The restructure of the military was done in such a way that anybody was now allowed to apply for any of the positions as a commander, corporal, or lieutenant, and if unsuccessful, was still eligible to be a foot-soldier. When these jobs were awarded based on the applicants’ performance in a special big military obstacle course, attended by Susie Mc Pixie, Colleen Rainbow, and Newspaper Evelyn the Sassy Farm Girl, the gender rebalancement law required that each male applicant wear 40 girl-applied and girl-selected newspapers before setting off on the obstacle course and another 49 were to be added at various stations on the way. The first 40, amounting to a much bigger cumulative disabling blow than one might predict, which slowed them down ever so greatly, to the point where all forms of walking was no longer possible, while also massively affecting their nimbleness and agility (and bending forward to climb through an obstacle would cause a backlash of newspapers they were already wearing to bend and smack them in the face), while the girls were as quick as lightning and brilliantly agile too. Before the race the girls also made sure that each male properly kisses the headlines and their new political leaders just before the newspaper with this on the cover was shoved into the front neck area and face for carrying through the course.

    Only one of the male applicants was anywhere near the front in these races, and he was unfortunately underneath a particularly large girl while the female applicants raced past him and clinched the last of the order-giving roles, tough luck chump! It was deemed an accident. Besides, he would have been disqualified anyway, as his newspapers had slid down his body too much during the race, which the rules require men to keep where they were placed at all times. While the newspaper stuffing proved to be a significant set-back for all the male applicants, the female applicants only had a dress code as their special rule, in which they all looked splendid.

    The ceremony after the race was where the announcements were formalised. There the new commander girls, in their award ceremony style dresses, displaying beauty, grace and poise, were worthy of the front cover of the morning Women’s Movement News, and it transpired that all the commander posts were won by girls, fair and square. And the following morning’s cover pictures were going to be shoved into the male loser’s outfits and face area for closer appreciation.

    Originally the impartial study writers (2024 in a neutral country) had come up with three to five newspapers as the key to giving males and females an equal chance of winning a sport or game, but this was “accidentally” changed by the publishers (fempublish) to 39 to 59, and by the lawmakers to 89 (40 at the beginning and a further 29 + 20 at the stuffing station stops on the way). Plus, on the day itself, the choice of the extra-big Sunday broadsheet newspapers x 89 of them, plus a lot of additional full newspapers went in that “accidentally did not get counted”, even after a proper kiss the headlines moment, so overall it was not going to be a day of male opportunities, only of grief, not being able to move much, and total defeat for those who were trying to keep their old jobs in command in the military.

    Some of the previous commanders were so disaffected by this that they were later caught, tied up and disciplined severely by the new commander ladies for treason and dissent. Their punishment also extended to a long list of compulsory assignments at women’s self-defence classes, women’s empowerment exercise classes, women’s ball-kicking practice sessions, women’s boxing classes, women’s martial arts classes, women’s face smacking practice sessions, girl empowerment groups, pep rallies, women’s pie-in-the-face hobby groups, participation in team ball sports that now involved heavy newspaperisation and defeat for the male team, and compulsory participation at the upcoming night of newspaper wrestling, and at 20 more weeks of hard-hitting, man-stuffing newspaper wrestling thereafter. That’ll teach em!

    The new military leaders had one agenda only: Have as much fun as possible with the male foot-soldiers, while making sure that each one of them falls in defeat against the Amazons or against some other female foe on a regular basis, and that he worships his new rulers, both in person and in print.

    As it was a Wednesday when the obstacle course times were clocked, and the big sold-out stadium wrestling event was on every Friday night, it was not long after the unveiling and appointing of the new military leaders that the misbehaving disgruntled x-commanders, along with a selection of male politicians, sports personalities and various men who had made the headlines for their anti-female actions were made to go up against the rising female stars of wrestling at the Friday night extravaganza.

    One of the unexpected highlights in the rising female stars of wrestling evening of newspaper wrestling turned out to be the way the males were dealt with when they overstepped the line prohibiting anything that might hurt being done on a woman: When the first match, between the biggest, strongest, very large 190 kg woman and the scrawniest (72 kg) of the disgruntled male x-MPs was subject to an invasion by two of the men who were meant to wait and wrestle later in the evening, now entering to do a behind-the-ref’s-back head-shot with a foreign object as the only possible way to get the men one – nil up, which used to be common practice in wrestling, but is no longer allowed for men to do, the Amazonettes were there to fire special rope tangles long before any woman wrestler could be struck and to tie them up; female wrestlers came out to inflict many kinds of defeats and lessons on all these three males; officials were there to keep score and to adjust the score and to adjust the stuffing numbers accordingly …

    Before the start of the second match we had already seen three men suffer ten humiliating defeats each, plus the men’s team were docked a thousand losses, making the score now 1030 to 0 (which also meant that each of tonight’s losing males was going to have to accept at least 1030 smacks, ball kicks, face punches and face sit hours as a scoreline-related punishment). Also, this meant that rule 746b applied(!) and so all males in the rest of the evening had to start off with their wrists tied firmly to their pockets, unable to use their arms, and with triple the previous 25 (so 75) starting newspaper stuffing before they entered their match (a number that rose further with every further rule violation).

    The men will have even less than no chance now! To recap, there are now 30 ways a woman can win a wrestling match, including pins, submissions, knockout, count-out, disqualification, an orgasm by either the male or the female both count as a female win too, as do the use of the pie in the face, the shit-pie in the face, the pink spray in the face, the tampon in the mouth, the frying pan or baking tray on the head, a handbag whack, a crotch-rub, a ball kick, a leg drop, a face-sit, a face fart, a foot-plant victory pose, a women’s movement newspaper to the face whack, a women’s movement newspaper in the face rub, a mag-whack, a nappie whack, or a shoe-in-the-face or shoe-on-the-chest victory pose or any lying on the male victory pose, so it is not uncommon for a female wrestler to score 4 or 5 wins against her opponent before she brings out her baby girls and her girly friends for another five girl wins to be inflicted on one already felled and stuffed male.

    Skipping forward, the males ended up losing the first ever night of newspaper wrestling 9409 to 0 (a scoreline world record that was to stand for ever!), after having not only lost ever so many times in ever so many ways, but also having picked up a fair many more penalties, some of which, like unfriendly remarks made to girls at ringside, not coming out, newspaper removal, and not staying up for one whole minute will become extremely rare in future Friday Night Wrestling events. In this event, largely due to the not yet broken arrogance of the formally ruling class males, such a list of rule violations counted as thousands of additional losses for the men, and the ring invasion early in the evening activated rules number 742 to 766 which meant that all actions in the rest of the evening were going to spell big triple penalties and big win-count-adjustments in favour of the girls.

    This resulted in some very easy wins over heavily overloaded newspaper-stuffed males, and later in the evening, every woman and girl in the building had a chance to go berserk on the defeated males and to mess up a face, chest or ball, while also celebrating a very humiliating girly win and victory pose on live nation-wide TV, where even the latter stages of the event was fully covered and shown, much praised and loved by the press, and many are still watching re-runs and recordings and loving every second of it long after it ended. For the x-commanders and x-leaders of the country, it was a chance to get used to the way all TV shows, sports, movies and all real-life hangouts were going to be from now on, and to kill their fight and turn them permanently into willing order receivers, trying hard to up their ever so important compliance and usefulness score.

    “Go out and ask the Amazonettes if they were allowed to come and choose any ten boys to take, to cover their needs, will this make them happy enough to call the invasion off?” was part of the military tactics training now being rehearsed – “go and use minimal gentle and slow motion only restraint tactics. Do not aim any weapons at or use your arms or legs in any way that might hurt, injure or upset any of the Amazonettes, ….” “if she does not give in easily, let her take you down. This is the only way to end a fight nowadays”

    Basically most of the boys knew that their orders were such that if any invading Amazonette, or any other invading woman were to come and put up any sort of struggle, she was going to get any and all men, down and defeated, who go up against them, to be repeated as many times as she wishes to, as long as her willingness to fight goes on, and so the battle overall was out of their hands, and was very likely to end in overall victory for the invading Amazonettes, and with total enslavement. Why, I hear you ask, would the country use men to defend it if men may not use their strength to stop invaders? Because it makes such good TV. Plus it was actually more of a routine smooth removal of the old guard to make way for the new transition action that the government secretly approved of.

    As the men learned when a recent prisoner exchange turned into an easy harvest for the Amazonettes, these girls were not going to be easily stopped, and they will end up taking the whole brigade back as their sex slaves. The only ways of stopping them are barred and abolished, so now all the remaining males (apart from the many who have been taken out of military service by wives or girlfriends, many with made up accusations designed to get the men out of the army lines and into their homes, dungeons and cellars) are sitting ducks, awaiting collection.

    This was now unavoidable. The only thought process left was to rehearse: Both the male and the female participants were encouraged to fantasize and to rehearse battle skirmish fights, whereby the males repeatedly go down with the intention of demonstrating brave and valiant fight, to look strong, manly, lovable and compliant through the way they go about facing the soft and graceful enemy, stepping right in front of them, not going down with the first blow, and letting the enemy win each drill fight and each practice skirmish. The real thing that decided each male’s fate I the coming week now was his compliance and usefulness score. A good score meant a good choice of sororities. A bad score meant danger, pain and hardships.

    The Jackonians completely and devastatingly lost dozens of battle games and practice sessions against the Amazons, on live TV, and this next one was going to be their last gamble. If it ends the way the previous battles ended, it will mean the end of Jackonia and the full enslavement of all the Jackonian young and old – and when used as slaves, life might be short, rough, devotional to a woman’s demands, and it can end suddenly.

    It was going to be a very significant battle, but even here the Jackonians were still reminded to solemnly and irrevocably pledge to ensure that no woman is hurt, at any point in the battle, under any circumstances, with no exceptions. The laws and treaties were going to be honoured:

    As a modern and progressive society, we knew that when the feisty Amazonettes (the young trainee warrior section of the mighty Amazon nation now based in Eastern Jackonia and in Amazonland to the North and East) clash with the Jackonian military forces in battle, there may otherwise have been a risk of having some of the girls get harmed. The one thing our leaders have all agreed upon with our lawmaking was that we cannot have any women or girls getting harmed in any way, under any circumstances, ever. This was enshrined into so many laws, constitutional orders, codes of behaviour, and so many military dictates that, once those who had opposed it had been sent to special apology and regrettance camps, such norms would now became universal. This did not bother anybody, at least nobody officially objected, as more or less all the participants, both male and female, secretly hoped for- and enjoyed the same outcome: a complete sexual triumph for the girls.

    It was no secret that the big invasion of the Amazonettes was going to occur on the Saturday at 11 o clock, through the side entrance of the main army base and then in the main central sand square of the barracks. Everyone knew it and talked about it. Lovely pictures of many beautiful girls in war paint and battle mini-skirts, on the front cover of the Women’s Movement Newspaper were paraded around. People looked forward to the big day when these Amazonettes were coming. The TV crews and the press were there and ready. They were loving every bit of it. These feisty girls were coming, and they were going to take a lot of men down when they do, and this will be good for world karma, as men have done way too many unkind or violent deeds to women over the years. And now they will have to pay.

    The army boys did not speak openly about the fact that as a result of not putting up a victory-seeking fight, the men of all the military units were going to be more or less handed over en masse to the Amazons to do with as they pleased. They spoke as if it was going to be a dance, a do, a summer fete, a chance to shine on live TV, as if it was going to be a musical theatre show. Ironically, there was indeed going to be a TV musical out to commemorate the one year anniversary of the takeover battles, but this comes a little later. There were loads of media interviews. Most of the barracks boys openly spoke as though they were ready to fight them off, “They may have won the elections and the wrestling but we can still take them on the field of battle, and when we do, we can keep them as our sex slaves. It will be so nice”.

    But after weeks of fempower zero harm to women drills, talks, marches, symbolic acts, rehearsals, some of which were attended by Susie Mc Pixie, Colleen Rainbow, and Newspaper Evelyn in person, accompanied by statements of conduct signings, and watching many practice fights, each won with ease by an Amazonette, every man was secretly thinking little else but that they were going to look forward to having the chance to go down in battle and to give a girl her triumph at his expense, and to let her take and keep him forever after this day, and how intensely they will savour the pleasure of the moment and of the physical contact (be it a fist or a foot or a hand shoving topple-over in newspapers), when it comes, and hope she lets him kiss her feet, and maybe even pleasure her through cunnilingus afterward.

    Five Amazonettes had been kept as prisoners in the male barracks for weeks before the big Saturday finally came. Each one was tall, strong, white, feminine, and great at hand to hand combat. Rather than risk having these five turn into tortured and raped political prisoners, which would have made bad press and bad PR, and would have en-fury-ated the vengeful new lawmakers and the entirely female line-up of their commanders too, these commanders made sure that full protection from hurt in the form of the fempower zero harm to all women was in place at all times, along with good feed, blankets, bedding, with housing in dignity for all these Amazonette prisoners, and that all the rules of allowing a woman to flourish and of fempower zero harm to all women principles would also be honoured in a far-reaching way are also applied in all fight practice sessions.

    Each of the five Amazonettes was also entitled, by a new law, to three practice fight sessions a day, and if she won the fights, the Amazon would get to keep or kill the male she defeated, in accordance with paragraph 19F of the Women’s Rights Act. As the days went by, the number of males left in the army continued to drop as a result of these Amazonette prisoners winning all their practice fights and taking the defeated males into their prison room for the night. By the morning, the boy would come out in a body bag, pretending to those who saw this to be dead, but really they lay still and were going to live a new life of servitude, partly in Amazonland, and partly in the sorority houses and the sporting stadiums of The Glamorous and Stylish Land of Jill.

    Fight practice sessions, according to the lady commanders, were a crucial way for the men to study their enemy, to see what was coming to invade them in action, observe their strengths and weaknesses in hand-to-hand- combat, so that if ordered to fight them on the upcoming day of the invasion, they knew which tactics to avoid (a long and ever-growing list of strategies of the defeated males who fell in these fights against the prisoners). For each of the five captured Amazonettes there were three practice fights a day in the two weeks leading up to the big day of the invasion, some were one against one, and some were case studies of five heavily armed women taking down up to 20 unarmed male opponents in one fight practice session.

    Due to a mixture between the strength, conviction, determination, feminineness, experience, quick-thinking elegance, the deadly winning instinct and the dangerousness of these Amazonettes, and the strict rules of the new commander women imposing strict fempower zero hurt to any woman under any circumstances clauses, applied firmly onto all these practice fights, we end up with a lot of fights in which the feisty Amazonette refuses to surrender to an early invitation by a male soldier student to surrender, followed by the male slowly putting his arms around the Amazonette to make her feel she has lost, followed by her shooting out with her legs and arms, firing a stringing knee into his crotch and then a forearm punch into his face, then a hard kick into his crotch again and then a punch into his face again. With over a hundred other male student soldiers and their female order givers (plus the TV audience) watching closely, we see the Jackonian male go down, time and time again, and then the female’s killer instinct takes over, and all the people look on in awe every time as yet another male student soldier goes down, and into a sleeper or leg-lock position or other action of male demise.

    As a prize for having won, the female prisoner picks one of the males she has defeated each day to have in bed with her that night. During the course of the night, much intense cunnilingus action leads to many, many, many female orgasms, a locking firm of the boy’s head in a position of female sexual pleasure and excitement in which the male cannot breathe, and in the morning another dead young male trainee is dragged away, or so it seems, (maybe he is really unconscious in this body bag or fully awake?) and is thrown onto a van that supposedly takes his body onto an ever-growing pile of dead male soldier students, a pile that is removed once a day for hygiene reasons and is then there again in the morning of the following day, each time, so we hear in rumours, with heavy evidence of repeated hard-play cunnilingus marks on the newly dead young male’s face. In addition, it is not rare for the boy who goes in as jail cell cleaner or the bringer of food to end up in a similar way.

    So no-one in the press or in the government could say that we are keeping our Amazonette prisoners in harsh conditions. This, regardless of what happens in the upcoming battle, is by far the most important thing. Our Amazonette “guests” are well looked after, and all their needs are more than met, as instructed by the ‘no woman shall feel any hurt’ new base orders we live train and work by.

    When all of this first started, there were of course those among the males who questioned why this was allowed to go on, but then, having examined more closely the detailed regulations under the fempower zero harm to women legislation, rules, policies, dictates and regulations, it was, each time, decided that the man who asked such questions must be the next to go into a trial fight, all governed by the zero harm to any woman rules, with a deadly but cute Amazonette.

    So as the weeks went on, and the number of males asking questions, both within the barracks and all across the country, had reduced quite drastically through the overnight prize for having won sessions, and through the sporting event draft system and the women’s self-defence session drafting in and man sourcing system, there was a slowly growing realisation that the day of the big invasion was likely to be the day when all remaining soldier males are going to be taken into the possession of the Amazonettes. Questioning or acting reluctant toward this inevitability was a quality that went hand in hand with ending up on these morning piles of male bodies who had been consumed by the ever-victorious femmes fatales girl prisoners, and were being taken away, though I saw one in a shop in Amazonland, getting whatever was on the sorority’s list one day, plus I heard a corpse coughing once, and nobody appeared to notice, so I knew it was not really lethal.

    A number of laws were passed and adhered to that were ultra-generous to the girls: every warrior girls filming, every femwin game event and every kind of women’s self-defence practice session in the area was allowed to come and choose any males they wished to use from among the male soldiers, and they all did, taking them for such uses, and then keeping their beaten remains as a girls’ toy, so most of the male soldiers went into these uses and were nationalised, with only a few left in the barracks by the time the inevitable final invasion came.

    And so the big day finally came.
    The battle was always going to be a total loss for all the barracks boys, more or less thrown to the lionesses, just as in the training weeks leading up to it, the five female prisoners went through and took out male training opponent after opponent in the male camp, while the others tried to watch and learn. Learn from the errors and find new tactics, new tactics that were within the rules and with which they could win …

    Only 61 or the 420 men who were originally in the main military unit were still there (the rest had been subject to the good treatment of the deadly girl prisoners rules or the warrior girls filming, femwin game event, aggrieved girlfriend summary trials, and womens’s self-defence practice session accommodating laws), and each of the men was being commanded, on that morning, by their fempower ‘zero harm to any women legislation’ based chosen female leaders, to undergo a march of a hundred Women’s Movement newspapers.

    After the pre-invasion stuffing they were all so heavily stuffed full that they were no longer able to walk normally or indeed to see anything other than Women’s Movement Newspapers pressed into his face. A mixture between a very small slow strained waddle and not moving at all was what these men were experiencing, as they faced the oncoming battle at 11 am on the Saturday, but at least they would be protected by this.

    In addition, all of their base’s weapons, guns, knives, grenades and all, had been handed over to the “neutral observers” who had been appointed among its leadership by the Women’s Movement leaders, the month before, for safe keeping and to make sure nobody gets injured. The moment of the Amazonettes arriving was an exercise in how to tie up the three entry guard boys. As a further precaution to ensure that no women were going to get harmed, all the men also had their hands solidly tied to the pockets of their trousers, including the perimeter guards and the full newspaper stuffed young soldier line-up was now ready to fight and to fall bravely in battle.

    The men realised weeks ago that they were only being trained to go down in defeat, but some of them still seemed to believe that marching into battle stuffed full of newspapers and with the sole strategy to slowly and gently put their arms around a girl to subdue her and make her surrender will work … These males would then have to defend the newly elected Women’s Movement government and their all-female commanders rather than allow the Amazons to take over. What they did not know was that these two groups of women were actually secretly in close alliance anyway. The women were united at last, all backing these Amazonettes, and the men of the world were going down in total and permanent defeat, whether they enjoyed it (most did) or not.

    In the morning, they had been told that this hand tie was just to safeguard them from any possible harm to women, in keeping with the rules of the land, and this was nothing to worry about. It was not going to affect their ability to fight and win out there today (a white lie). Similarly, the fact that by the time the Amazons arrived and invaded, in addition to having their hands tied, all the men were also staggering around with a massive heavy haul of over a hundred newspapers that they were told was going to protect them from missiles, javelins, bow and arrow, and kicks to the groin and body, thus supposedly, so it was said to them by their commanders, strengthening their formations as they took on the invading Amazonettes. Of course the female commanders enjoyed letting the pretty pro Women’s Movement models and cheerleaders who had come specially to stuff them full so much that they went beyond the point where they would have been able to put up a fight, and if a commander only counts five of the thirty heavily sexually arousing Women’s Movement Newspapers that the cute model has shoved in, you say nothing, as there can be no back talk on the day of the big battle. This was explained clearly beforehand. Besides, the more protection the better (?).

    I will leave it up to you, dear readers, to judge whether or not the strategy backfired. On one hand, we made it through the entire battle and beyond without one single infringement of the no woman shall be hurt rules, which was great, and this is what really matters; also the number of women commanders was another political target well met; on the hand: total and complete defeat, annihilation, with all males falling into immediate servitude and slavery of the invading Amazonettes cannot, in traditional terms of analysis, be called a success in battle, not really.

    But then again, the male soldiers were all there to take orders from their commanders, and to ensure the fulfilment of the no harm to any woman laws, which they did very well, so a word of praise is in order – maybe we should go semi-easy on them for this?

    We keep them for as long as we have uses for them. And who could have known that these fempower commanders were going to so easily transition an old army into the new Women’s Movement-run society?

    In fact, the commanders were given great privileges, honour, power and positions of good pay, very high status and good cunnilingus-boy-access, which, it turns out, had secretly been agreed many times and firmly months ago between the Amazons and the fempower woman commanders, but nobody was to know this at the time. This is why there were more boy soldiers missing in the night than just what the five prisoners had taken down and claimed.

    And so it transpires that the entire nation swiftly and easily loses it long-established male-dominated societies, companies and its old laws and its old legal systems, and instead the world is now ruled by Amazons, Amazonettes, the Women’s Movement, and agents of the no woman shall be harmed/denied/stopped rules.

    And among these Amazonettes were the women of conviction and authority, people like Susie Mc Pixie, Colleen Rainbow, and Newspaper Evelyn, who have paved the way for this change, having prepared the electoral campaign, the legislation and the armies well for the day of defeat, and who made sure that the men were not going to slow any part of the invasion and complete take-over down, thanks to the clever new no woman shall be harmed under any circumstances laws and policies and their implementation and interpretation, thanks to the fact that society had put such women into all positions of authority and command, even before the invasion, that every part of the battle was designed and destined to be a 100% demonstation of girl power, femfury, fempower, femvictory and nothing else.

    27th Feb 2036: A system of daily compliance points scoring is brought in to ensure that all males do as they are told, or else!

    9th of March 2036: The games are underway, and the girls are loving it. So many men are being taken down and out in these games that the TV ratings go through the roof, with people in other countries tuning in to witness a most wonderful spectacle. Most males do escape injury but they do not escape humiliation. A series of challenge tasks and games is launched which make men attempt to withstand a certain amount of onslaught by the women – those who do not stay on their feet for the target time of 20 minutes are entered into a series of devastating and often painful televised femwin games – all these TV sports shows are very popular

    The new norm for the newspapers is that the men are made to kiss the headlines, and kiss the cover girl, before being whacked in the face with it and having it shoved down their necks and all over their face; the new norm for the TV news is that the attractive female presenters are now facesit straddling a boy while telling us the news, every single time, hence that happy smirk of contentment, and that hip bounce, as they speak to the cameras.

    22nd May: the cinemas, libraries and bus and train stations are converted into zones of girl jumps man mayhem and carnage

    23rd May: All schools and all offices start to use all of their men as face punching and ball kicking practice dummies

    24th May: The last men’s rights peaceful demonstration is completely and violently overrun by a large group of women who grab, ballbust, KO and enslave all the men. The world will never be the same again …. Boy do they have fun taking down, and then dragging into the court house, the male protesters who had assembled outside wanting a review into the legal changes of the recent weeks, and then beating and humiliating them afterward!!!

    Also, the last pocket of male resistance is wiped out by a clever surround and invade tactic – the last males who resisted are shot with grappling rope guns, captured and enslaved with special penalties. They are face-sat during their trials, not allowed to speak, and are sentenced to belong to the women who brought them in. The last wild men hideouts are raided and are overrun by women. They auction them off for any and all uses, with women representing various groups and sororities bidding to take them away, and snapping up a bargain to go off with.

    This is where one may say “The End”

    But actually ….
    This was just the beginning of the new order of things
    A more formalised new order, in which no male has the power to resist any command, whim, challenge or punishment from any woman is born,

    A world in which girls can and do turn their teachers and their male class mates into pie-in-the-face suckers, sit-on-cushions and into punch-face toys !!!

  3. funny you say that, i have a special (s)wanking ritual where i use a tabloid, usually the sun or the daily mail, it’s called wiping my arse!; thats the great thing about getting older you start to understand the reason for everything…

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