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Prides, Brides and Meat

Part 1

PRIDES, BRIDES AND MEAT

©2005 by C. A. Smith

Part 1

To: Jason Moore

From: Curt Hollowell

Jason, I cannot stress this too strongly: that nothing less than the food supply for the entire human race depends on keeping the world's female population under tight control. We cannot afford to become squeamish, sentimental or fuzzy-minded on this issue. If we slip backwards into the dangerously out-of-date thinking of the pre-DED past, we invite disaster. My God, man! Think about it! Who in his right mind would turn over his weapon to the very animal he's about to harvest for meat? That's what we're talking about here! Allowing females any power at all, at any level of authority, opens the door to the collapse of our most important food source. The next step is world-wide starvation. Worse, if females ever gain the power to control their own destiny, there will be no turning back to the sanity and prosperity we enjoy today. The situation is that dire!

Trent Hamilton's appointment to the President's Advisory Council is absolutely critical! We must not under any circumstances allow those pussy-pampering, liberal asses on the left to seduce the President into bringing that fool Marcus into the Council. Trent will keep us on the right course. The survival course.

Frankly, Jason, it occurs to me that the reason for your waffling is that you've always been muzzy on history, on why things came to be the way they are. Let's put the situation in historical perspective.

When Dead Embryo Disease hit us, it hit fast and it hit all animal species. No one knows exactly where it originated, but within a year it had spread to humans. At first it was just the miscarriage of male embryos, but shortly male children and adults were dying as well. It's still not known why some males are immune, but it quickly changed the old 50-50 ratio of males to females to today's 3-97 ratio.

One thing Marcus and his ilk can't understand is why females failed to take over the powers of governance as their numbers grew and ours (males) declined drastically. Bleeding hearts like him never do get it. They never understand that in nature it's testosterone that provides the grit to maintain power and stability. Indeed, as the female population approached overwhelming, the clear-headed men still in power took whatever actions were necessary to force them out of government at every level. Without getting into the political nitty-gritty, the happy ending is that we now have a world that has returned to the natural order: men are in charge and females serve.

Moreover, the reality of today's world is that with man's traditional sources of meat nearly extinct, human females, in their vast overabundance, fill that vital gap. Despite the foolish arguments put forth by Marcus and friends, one need not be apologetic about cannibalism. Research has shown that it is well founded in our aboriginal past. It's as human a practice as marriage. Even the circumstances making it necessary are essentially the same. In antiquity, our ancestors utilized meat from their fellow humans to offset severe shortages of food due to various natural disasters. With the advent of DED we were once again faced with starvation, this time on a world-wide basis, but our great grandfathers had the good sense to avert disaster by making use of our excess females.

Clearly this sensible solution could not have been brought about without blocking women from having any kind of influence. The obvious practical step was to declare all females property, which effectively stripped them of any and all rights, except those granted by their owners. At first all titles to females were held by fathers, husbands and court appointed guardians; but soon a lively new market developed as females proved to be a hot salable commodity for meat, sex, cheap labor and breeding. The old practice of monogamy quickly gave way to the even older and more practical concept of polygamy, but without the encumbrance of marriage. Now, of course, we simply buy our women, although we still use the term “wife” to distinguish members of our pride from their calves.

In today's world the smart man buys as many females as he can afford and keeps them pregnant and productive. Females are money in the bank! They're 99% of our labor force, 90% of our meat supply and 100% of our breeding stock. Keeping them as property under male control is what keeps our economy, food supply and social order stable.

That's the historical background and the realities of today's world, realities that Marcus & Co. can't seem to grasp.

Now let's take a close look at Trent Hamilton. What kind of man is he? How do we know he's the man to put at the President's ear?

Well, I happen to know Trent very well, I can tell you that. Trent and I grew up together. Pull up any archived news report of the time and you'll find the names Curt Hollowell and Trent Hamilton linked as teammates in tennis, golf, swimming, squash, you name it. Trent was a typical boy, albeit more precocious than most. He began exercising his manhood at around nine or ten, putting it to any girl he could catch unattended and who was willing to follow him behind some bushes and spread her legs. By the time he was old enough to be admitted into slaughter houses to administer “Last Rites” to females in the holding pens (only the prettiest, of course), he was six foot three and had a “staff of authority” that would stretch any girl's sleeve to full capacity. Like most of us at that age, it was a huge turn-on for Trent to think that the next day he could well be enjoying fresh meat from the very girl he was screwing. By the time he finished college, he had (by his own reckoning) sent over nine hundred girls to the slaughtering deck with smiles on their faces.

The day Trent graduated from Harvard with a degree in T&A ( Technology and Administration), his father, himself a Council Member at the time, presented him with a starter pride of five lovely sixteen-year-old brides. Trent had them all pregnant within a year and before a second year had passed, added six more brides to his household. He didn't do this with his father's money, you understand; he was already building his own fortune at the helm of the family firm: TechnoGenetics.

I could go on and on about Trent and his accomplishments, but the best way to get a handle on the man is to take a peek into his personal, private thoughts. What follows is an excerpt he has allowed me to extract from his daily journal.


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