Establish the Patriarchy

(Warning: More misogyny ahead)

It’s the day after you established dominance over the former Queen. Men and women are filing into the throne room. Last night you sent a letter to each of the most powerful and influential people in the city, inviting them to the palace to hear “The most important announcement in the history of the Kingdom”. You stamped these letters with the Queen’s official seal.

You stand with the Queen’s council with the Guard to your left and the Beastmistress to your right. You look over the crowd. The ratio of men to women is about fifty fifty, which is good. After the Queen’s blatant gender discrimination, there are far less male businessmen or nobles of note still in the capital. Thankfully, many of the important women in the audience brought guards to protect them from the “Patriarchal Threat”. Today, at least, their fears are justified. However, their guards won’t serve them very well.

The throne is empty at the moment. No one finds this strange, the Queen usually makes the audience wait for a few minutes before making an appearance. Nevertheless, the crowd is getting antsy. “Princess!” shouts an influential noble lady. “How long is her Majesty the Queen going to make us wait?”

“The Queen did not issue the invitations,” said the Princess. Sounds of surprise echoed through the crowd.

“Well then, who did?” asked the lady, looking puzzled.

The time has come. You walk over to the throne and sit. “I did.”

A complete uproar breaks out. Some look stunned, others hopeful, and most merely confused.

“ORDER!” Shouts the Executioner. “ORDER I SAY!”

The crowd quiets down. “General,” asks the lady, “are you speaking on the Queen’s behalf? Why? Is she ill?”

“I will let you decide for yourself,” you say, smirking. You gesture and the Guard opens a side door. Out crawls the former Queen. She isn’t wearing a stitch. The ends of two thick dildos protrude from her pussy and asshole respectively, and in her mouth sits a large red ball gag. Her gigantic udders sway beneath her. The crowd watches in stunned silence as she crawls over to the throne and sits back on her heels, kneeling at your feet. You pull down your pants, allowing your foot long monster cock to flop out. You undo her ball gag and guide her head forward. She obediently takes your cock into her mouth.

Finally, the crowd breaks out in panic. “SILENCE!!!” you bellow. Quiet falls over the hall once again. You begin your announcement as the Cunt dutifully sucks your cock. “I have called you here today to announce the end of female tyranny.” The men in the crowd cheer while the women look frightened. Many are looking for a way out, but the doors are barred. You continue. “Perhaps you think that female tyranny began when our former Queen came into power. You would be wrong.

“Who works the fields? Who mines the iron? Who builds castles, raises kingdoms from the dirt and creates prosperity and civilization? Men. Who benefits from our efforts? Who is sheltered from harm, who is fed by our labor, who spends our hard earned money? Who does our society treat like royalty from the moment of birth? Women. Why do men allow this? Why do we bow and scrape and **** away when women reap the benefit? You know the answer as well as I. It’s because we want pussy.

“And therein lies the crux of the problem. Despite our superior physical strength, we men by and large respect a woman’s right to self ownership. Thus, women are free to use their sexualities to exploit us without fear of reappraisal. Any man who refuses to comply with feminine demands is ostracized and cannot pass on his progeny to the next generation.

“Meanwhile, women demand more and more of us. More wealth, more privilege. They want the right to do the things men do, and when they can’t compete with men, standards must be lowered. They want to be paid the same for their efforts when those efforts produce less. But nothing will ever satisfy them, for there is a cock-shaped hole in every woman’s soul that can only be filled by becoming what women were actually meant to be: slaves. The more things the greedy women acquire, the more they want. The hole in their soul grows and grows, devouring everything. They cease to be women, and become mere cunts.

“If you want proof of what I say, look to your Queen. Or rather, your FORMER Queen.” She continues to bob her head in your lap as you speak. “She nearly tore the kingdom apart in her vain attempt to fill the feminine void. Look at her now. That void has been filled by my cock, my lust, my power, my will.

“How do we fight feminine tyranny? The answer is simple. We stop respecting women’s rights to self ownership. We use our superior strength to put them right where they want to be, deep down. At our feet. From this day forward, the kingdom is abolished. Our nation will be reformed into a Patriarchy. I will rule as Supreme Patriarch. As of this moment, all women are property. Wives are property of their husbands, unmarried girls the property of their fathers or eldest brothers or uncles. Women have but one right: the right to safety from excessive brutality. However, any woman caught resisting the new order will have this right, and the title of ‘woman’ stripped from her, and become a mere cunt.

“Over the next seventy two hours, special suppression rules apply. No woman is off limits except those owned by me, as they already know their place. I appreciate your help restoring the natural order, Brothers.”

The response from the crowd was deafening. The men cheer, the women scream in horror. The former Lady in the front row lunges at you, drawing a knife, but she is quickly pulled down by her own guards. They tear off their clothes, hands unfastening their own belts. Throughout the crowd the same scene is repeated, women are cast down, their clothes torn off, hard cocks stuffed in their cunts and mouths and assholes. They try to resist but to no avail, the superior strength of the male gender proving too much for them.

You grasp the Cunt beneath her arms, raising her into your lap. You turn her around so she can see her life’s work of female privilege and autonomy undone almost instantly. She doesn’t seem to care. She just moans, softly, squeezing your dick. “Please,” she moans. “I’ve done as you asked, now please fuck my pussy!”

“That sounds dangerously close to a demand, cunt.”

She lowers her head. “I am sorry Master. I will never demand anything from you again Master.”

“Still, I suppose you’ve earned it.” You pull the thick dildo from Cunt’s cunt and toss it aside. You lift her up and set her down on your rock hard cock. She is still pleasantly tight; the dildo you shoved up her cunt was thick, but not as thick as your cock. The anticipation of taking your cock in her pussy for the first time apparently has her on edge, because she cums almost immediately, fuck hole convulsing around your invading shaft. You don’t let her rest, fucking upward into her hard and fast.

Your other chattel strip and kneel, fingering themselves as they watch the massive **** orgy. The powerful, influential and respected women of the community are thrown down, humiliated, smacked and fucked. They are passed around like objects with no regard to their wishes, utterly robbed of their dignity. Their screams of pain were slowly fading and being replaced by moans of pleasure as the feminine voids in their souls were filled by pounding cocks and cruelty.

Over the next hour and a half the Cunt reaches five more orgasms on your giant cock, head lolling to the side as she groans, her strength to scream in pleasure long expended. Finally, you are ready to blow your load. “You’ve earned this, cunt,” you grunt into her ear as you slam your cock home and spurt your seed against her cervix.

Apparently she had strength to scream after all. Your hot seed pouring into her sets off yet another orgasm, this one far more powerful. She throws her head back and emits a piercing scream of pleasure as you claim her pussy for all time. You lift her off your dick and hold her up, legs spread, so the crowd can see your jizz pour out of her gaping, owned cunt. Men cheer as they fuck their new property.

No woman will ever rule this land again.