Rise of the Earth Mothers

By Andrew Clark

Man’s time is over and the woman are in full control.
They control everything from agriculture to the heavy industries, their military might and domestic policing are second to none, they control the sciences and social policies, more importantly they control the men.
In a world on the verge of extinction, men are farmed like cattle and milked for their seed while their bodies are used, for those who can afford it, as playthings for the women's amusement.
Diana is one such woman, born into a position of power and wealth, she is an Earth Mother. She was taught to see men as no more than dumb animals, walking penises with limited intelligence made for her pleasure. That was until she discovered one young male who despite his docile nature, showed a spark of intelligence and inventiveness well beyond his gender.
The original Earth Mothers had done what was necessary for the continuance of the species, but they had forgotten one thing. Given the chance, even the dumbest of beasts can learn new tricks, that, and man's instinctive hatred of being caged!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Andrew Clark
• Release date: Jun 3, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463474457

Andrew Clark

I've been writing for many years now, but only recently decided to try publishing. I've been told I have a wicked sense of humour, but I like to think of it as more mischievous than anything else, it's also something that tends to creep into my writings now and then, so if you ever get round to reading any of my pennings don't forget to bring a sense of humour with you.

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Rise

of the

Earth Mothers

by

Andrew Clark.

Contents.

Disclaimer

Preface

Chapter One: The Creamery.

Chapter Two: Rite of Passage.

Chapter Three: A little Sexucation

Chapter Four: S.D.S.

Chapter Five: What’s Food for the Goose!

Chapter Six: Scent of Rebellion.

Chapter Seven: The worm turns!

About the Author.

Credits and Further Reading:

Contact the Author.

To return to Contents please click the ‘T’ at the top at the left of each chapter.

Disclaimer!

This is an erotic work of fantasy and fiction, as such it is not intended to represent persons either living or dead, any similarity to such people is entirely coincidental and unintentional.

The story contains explicit, detailed, and lengthy sexual acts which are intended for the pleasure of readers who are of at least, the minimum legal age for the country they are in at the time of reading.

While many of the things described in the story are possible, others are just pure fantasy, so unless your either a sexual genius, or have a damn good medical plan, it's not advisable to try them at home, some things are better left in the realms of fiction.

If you are offended by graphic descriptions of the sex act, I advise you to read no further as the author takes no responsibility for any impromptu orgasms, or erotic flashbacks that may occur, and will not be available to help with the clean-up. @.

Preface

Man’s time is over and the woman are in full control.

They control everything from agriculture to the heavy industries, their military might and domestic policing are second to none, they control the sciences and social policies, more importantly they control the men.

In a world on the verge of extinction, men are farmed like cattle and milked for their seed, while their bodies are used, for those who can afford it, as playthings for the women's amusement.

Diana is one such woman, born into a position of power and wealth, she is an Earth Mother. She was taught to see men as no more than dumb animals, walking penises with limited intelligence made for her pleasure. That was until she discovered one young male who despite his docile nature, showed a spark of intelligence and inventiveness well beyond his gender.

The original Earth Mothers had done what was necessary for the continuance of the species, but they had forgotten one thing. Given the chance, even the dumbest of beasts can learn new tricks, that, and man's instinctive hatred of being caged!

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Chapter One:

The Creamery.

The year? Well that doesn’t really matter for the moment, all that need be told is that man had finally done it.

HE! Had polluted the earth.

HE! Had raped the land and pillaged its treasures.

HE! Had dumped so many hormones into the ground and sea that the worlds sexes were now feminising, fewer and fewer males were being born and ‘man’kind was on the verge of winking out like a candle in a hurricane. Finally, the women decided that they’d had enough, it was time for a change.

They say it all started with Thatcher or was it Pankhurst? The names immaterial now, suffice it to say that by the year 2150, women were firmly in control of the world and making the laws to suit themselves. One of the first of the new laws was to outlaw the old, inefficient (but oh so pleasant) method of conception, due to the rapidly dwindling number of males left on the planet.

It was decided that the remaining males, (for the continuance of the species of course) should be separated from the general populace and sent to ‘The Islands’. Specially built resorts where they could be looked after and protected, paying for this care and protection with semen donations. Or to put it another way, they were farmed and milked like cattle, the collected semen to be used for the artificial insemination of the female populous. At first the males rebelled against the new law, but the rebellion was short-lived, by the time the males realised what was happening the majority of both the army and police forces, were firmly in the hands of the female populous.

In the beginning the plan worked perfectly, one man’s sperm instead of merely fertilising one female, could be used if necessary to seed as many women as the government deemed fit, but as the AI program began to come into full force the women found themselves limited and hindered in what they could do, the extensive amount of time they had to spend rearing the children born to them, was making the normal running of the planet nigh on impossible.

More new laws were passed.

As there was no need for the traditional father/husband role, marriage was promptly dispensed with, which had the bonus effect of bringing the divorce rate down to zero.

In conjunction with the new law, as there was no longer a true birth father, it naturally followed that the use of a second name should also be dispensed with, instead each forename was to be followed by a numeric code for identification purposes.

It still wasn’t enough, while the ‘farms’ were technically a success, there were so few males with viable sperm left that the gene pool was dangerously small, and the risk of inbreeding grew with every generation. It was decided that the donors age limit should be reduced as much as feasibly possible, thereby expanding the pool to its maximum. The decision was made, now all males of fifteen and over were to be sent to the ‘resorts’.

This however, did not ease the growing pressure on the women who still had to bear and rear the children, so further amendments were made.

‘All children upon reaching the age of three, were to be separated from their mothers and placed in the care of professional wet nurses.

This ment they would be brought up in segregated homes by dedicated nannies, who undertook to teach them all they needed to know.

The boys training was strictly regimented, from the age of three to fifteen they were trained on how to develop themselves physically, increasing their potential size and virility through various means, one of them being a steady diet of specially formulated drugs designed to enhance their fertility and sperm-count. The natural results of this were some extremely young, horny, and promiscuous youths for a while. Unfortunately an addendum, set in place by a shrew of a woman with a dislike for all things male, decreed that it was illegal for males of any age, to wantonly waste their precious sperm either by accident or design. So despite raging hormones and the early onset of puberty, the boys were denied the pleasure of orgasm unless directed by one of the female populous. Any man, youth or boy caught masturbating for self-pleasure, or even having a wet dream for that matter, was severely punished and publicly humiliated by his peers.

At least that was the case in the male camp. For the girls it meant an intensive course in all the arts, including the more esoteric and erotic ones, along with the running of the various industries of the time.

From the start they were conditioned into believing that males only had two purposes. The first and foremost being that they were nothing more than walking sperm factories, the second, that they were pretty much brainless beasts, and there purely for the female’s pleasures.

It’s funny how a pendulum works, first it swings too far one way then too far the other, for the moment it was definitely swinging towards the female side of things and it was showing no signs of slowing.

Declan could only dimly remember being separated from his mother, he’d been at the male centre for just over eleven years now, and knew that in a few months he was to be transported to the ‘Island’, a shudder ran down his spine at the thought of this mythical place. No one really knew what the place was, but as in any school or institute, rumours were rife. Some said the place was heaven, others said it was hell, he only knew that no one had ever returned from it to either confirm or deny these facts.

Physically he was tall for his age, and whither it was due to the constant phallic manipulation he’d been forced to practise over the years, or just through natural growth, his phallus had already reached a prodigious size for his age. He knew if the rumours were true, that it would continue to grow for some years yet. From the base of his pubis to the tip of his glans, it measured almost 18cm, or for those of us who prefer to work in real figures, a full seven-inch. His naturally thin and wiry body, only served to enhance its size by making it look even larger on his narrow frame than it would have on the bulkier body of an adult, not surprisingly this caused more than one jealous glance to be thrown his way when it came to shower time. He wasn’t what you would call a pretty boy, but he had a pleasant nature, an open smile that broke out at the slightest provocation, and an easy manner about him that seemed to attract people to him.

They had been training in the gym all morning and his body was slick with the sweat he’d worked up, and he was more than a little glad when the bell rang telling them they could head for the showers. As Dec stood under the hot needles of water, their sharp caress hit his flaccid member causing it to swell up thick and stiff. Normally he wouldn’t have given the erection a second thought as due to the cocktail of pubertal hormones and man made chemicals coursing through their systems, it was a common everyday sight that happened to everyone both in and out of the showers, erections were just a part of daily life. Today however things seemed different. He looked around the open stalls, and saw that many of the other boys were as usual also sporting erections, some as large as his own, many smaller, but all stiff enough to hang coats from.

He began to soap himself, his hands running down his hairless chest and over the hard protrusion of his cock, his hips jerking and shuddering in response as his hands came in contact with the sensitive skin of his glans. Although he was almost fifteen, he’d never experienced the forbidden fruit of an orgasm, the closest he’d ever came was the night he’d woke up from one of those all too real dreams, only to find himself still gasping to the echoes of a rapidly fading sensation and a wet patch seeping underneath his buttocks. He’d received three days in seclusion for that, and had been careful ever since to avoid anything that might cause a repeat episode, but now as his hands roved over his swollen member he was tempted to see just how strong he could make the feelings become.

His hand started curling around the long shaft in a natural embrace, its grip tightening as instincts as old as man, began to take over. Suddenly a stinging fire erupted from his left buttock. He whipped around in anger, only to freeze like a rabbit caught in a searchlight when he saw the cause of his pain. Glaring down at him, cane raised for a second blow, was one of the matrons that patrolled the showers.

And you were doing what? she demanded, her wrath causing the boy’s once proud member to shrink rapidly until it had almost disappeared inside his body in fear.

N-nothing miss! he stammered in fear.

What I saw was more than nothing boy! she raged. If you’re ready for that, then you’re ready for the island! she stormed.

"B-but I don’t