REPUBLIC OF FEMINA ISLAND

CHAPTER ONE : THE ARRIVAL

This is a story of erotic fiction meant for adult readers over the age of eighteen years old.

The world has been experiencing a major economic crisis for many years, mass unemployment is affecting even the richest countries. Revolutions have taken place in a number of countries bringing radical changes.

A country, however, is doing well economically : The Republic of Femina Island. On this island, men officially have a lower status than women. Very few foreigners have the right to go to this island. Few countries officially recognize his government, but a large number of companies subcontract certain activities or purchase low-cost products produced in the island. More and more women emigrate to this island because they discover there attractive wages, the island needing suitable women. They emigrate most often with their husband.

————————————————– ————————————————– — Ben, 33, was sitting in his seat on the plane taking him, his wife, Emma, 36, and their son Jeremy, 18, to the island of Femina. Ben had been unemployed for two years, he was a kitchen salesman but during an economic crisis, people do not care about buying kitchens, and the store where he worked closed.

Emma was an engineer and a business from Femina Island offered her a large amount of money that was hard to refuse. It was obvious that Ben would not go back to work for a long time. Emma had for sure a strong character. It had not been an easy decision to make because they knew the men were submissive on Femina Island and that it would be difficult for Ben, but Emma did not earn enough on her own to support the family on the long run term. Three other men were also on the plane with their wives. Like Ben and his family, they were in the bottom row. All the other passengers were women.

Ben had a conversation with one of the other men in the airport waiting room. His name was Steven.

Like him, he was unemployed and his wife had accepted a job at Femina Island.

After leaving the airspace of their former country, a hostess had come to see them and told them that the men were only allowed to get up to go to the restroom, and for that they had to ask permission from the hostess who would warn an island policewoman who was there on the plane for the safety. The police woman would then accompany them to the toilet.

Ben looked at Jeremy and thought again if they had made the right decision for him.

Jeremy had just turned 18, but he was lonely, didn’t have a lot of friends, and was very close to his parents. They wanted to leave him with Emma’s sister, but he had at all times stubbornly refused and did not want to be separated from them.

The plane began its descent, and the stress in the men went up at once.

The hostess came to see them to warn them that the men should disembark last.

Once the plane arrived at the boarding gate, the door opened and four female officers boarded, joined the policewoman already present and placed just behind the last row.

Ben:

I introduce myself, my name is Ben, I’m 33 years old. I know that I’ve been blessed with good-looks and a body that sets me aside. I have at all times been athletic and the fact that I have had more time to play sports since I became unemployed has increased my musculature. I have dark hairs with blue eyes and I’m pretty hairy on the torso, pubic, legs and ass (this detail will unfortunately be essential very soon).

I am married to Emma. She is 36. I met her at the age of 14 and a year later Emma got pregnant, which was not planned. At the start, Jeremy was initially raised by his grandparents so Emma could continue her studies.

When I saw the four female police officers, all pretty strong, armed with what looked like a cattle prod, my blood froze. I looked at Emma, who said “It’s okay, obey what you’re told, and it’s going to be okay.”

“Do you know what’s going to happen to us?” I asked her. She only answered with a smile.

All the other women had almost all left the plane, when Emma and the three other wives stood up. Emma kissed me and Jeremy and said “See you soon.”

One of the police officers then spoke in a hard tone.

“You will follow us kindly and obey the orders that will be given to you and everything will be fine. Do not follow our instructions and we will know how to constrain you!” she said, putting her hand to her stick.

“Get out of the rows!”

We did not react quickly enough because she shouted, “Now!”

We then went out of our rows. I was second, Jeremy was right behind me. I said to him “do not worry.”

“Silence,” said the officer, “You do not speak!”

Three other policewomen, who were also equipped with cattle prods, were waiting for us on the gangway. One of them told us to put all our belongings (wallet, passport, bag…) in a plastic bag they gave to each of us. Then, she asked each of us the maiden name of our wife and wrote the name on each bag. She said that we will get back our belongings a bit later.

Then we were taken out on the tarmac where was waiting for us a police van in which we had to get up. None of us said a word. I tried to smile at Jeremy, to reassure him but I was like the others, worried.

The van did not leave the airport, but drove us to an isolated building surrounded by fences and barbed wire.

Once inside the building, I saw several guards waiting for us.

“Welcome to Femina Island,” said one of them “your new homeland. I’m Captain Taylor, in charge of the male quarantine center. I’ll start by reminding you of some simple rules on Femina Island, because I know that in the embassies where you were handed your passports with your new nationality, they forget some details.”

She said that with a smile and looking at the other women.

“But do not worry, a number of rules will be detailed later. There are two kinds of citizens here, women and males. Women are superior, they command. The males are inferior, they owe obedience to women, to all women and those until the end of their life that will end for you in this island since you are aware that only women are allowed to leave the country. It is forbidden for the males to leave the territory.”

At this moment we looked at each other, taken aback. Never had we been told that. Emma had said nothing to me.

“What, it’s not possible!” Steven said.

He did not have time to continue because he was hit with a cattle prod in his legs and collapsed in pain. What we did not know until that moment that the sticks were electric cattle prod!

“Silence, male” said the captain Taylor, and at the same time all the guards had come together, putting their hands on their sticks.

“Shut your mouth!” she screamed, “these cattle prod have several degrees of intensity, there it was set only on minimum. If I hear another word, you will discover the higher intensities! “

I was not even trying to reassure Jeremy because I was scared.

Steven got up.

“Rule number one,” said the officer, “you must obey to all women, otherwise you will be severely punished. This little punishment was nothing I assure you!”

“Rule number two. It is strictly forbidden for any male to wear clothes. So, UNDRESS, NOW! MOVE YOURSELF, NOW!”

At these words, all the guards took their sticks in their hands and looked at us with dark looks.

Second shock for us! We are here forever and will not wear any more clothes! All that had not been said to us before!

I’m not particularly shy, but finding myself naked in these circumstances in front of these dressed women, it was more than humiliating.

I felt so ashamed that Jeremy sees his father naked and submitting to those women. Again, we did not obey fast enough, because I received a small electric shock on the buttocks. The discharge was not strong, but had the desired effect. I began to undress as well as the other men.

I started by removing my sweatshirt and my t-shirt, then my shoes, socks and my pants. I only had my underpants left. I could not believe that I would wear no more clothes and that nudity would be for me a natural state, like an animal! Apparently, I have hesitated too long, and the guard next to me raised her stick. I immediately removed my underpants and found myself completely naked. Stephen followed me closely as did the other two men. All the four of us put our hands in front of our genitals. Wrong! That too was forbidden!

“It is forbidden for the males to hide their genitals. Intimacy is forbidden to males!” the captain screamed.

We then put our hands on the side.

Jeremy was behind me, but I could see he had not taken off his pants yet. If it was hard for me, I imagined how it was for him.

So, I ventured to speak, “Madam, my son has just turned 18, he is barely of age, at this age it is hard, can not there be an exception?”

“As the request is touching” said the captain, looking at the other women of her team and approaching me, “learn that this is not your son, he belongs to your Mistress. Here, according to the law, a male becomes an adult male when the first hairs appear above his penis, whatever the age at which this happens.

And when that happens, the male must be stripped naked. Still according to the law, it is forbidden for a male to wear any clothe. So, looking at this young male, I think his pubic hairs are probably out for quite a long time already. Let’s check that. Take off your pants and quickly” she said playing with her baton.

Jeremy then took off his pants and underpants and found himself like us, completely naked.

“Well, here we are,” the captain said looking at Jeremy’s pubic hairs, “hairs on the balls, cock and above, we do have an adult male!”

Jeremy’s face turned crimson red and his cock began to swell and then was standing at right-angles to his belly and pointing towards the captain.

Poor Jeremy, I knew he was ashamed and he could not help but have this reaction that caused several comments from the guards.

“Captain,” asked a guard, “what do we do with them? The doctor has already left at this hour.”

“I know. They were four hours late at landing, it is too late now for the usual schedule. Drive them to the quarantine room with the others.”

“And their hairs?” asked the guard.

“You’re right. Go and get a comb for lice” said the captain “we must check if they have lice and crabs!”

“You!” talking to me, “back against the wall, hands behind your head, legs apart!”

I obeyed and moved to the wall. Now I had all the women and the men facing me.

The guard arrived with a comb. Physically, she was small in size and overweight. When she looked at us, she had a very hard look. It was clear that with her it was better not to joke!

She approached me.

“Look straight ahead,” the captain shouted, “on your knees!”

I then knelt with my arms still behind my head.

“Put your hands on your neck!”

She began to groom my hairs on my head, then ordered me to get up and she passed the comb through my armpits.

I was so ashamed! And it was only a beginning unfortunately! Indeed, I began to feel my cock swelling slowly but surely. I fought to stave off this humiliation.

“And look at that, it looks like he likes your caresses!” said a guard bursting out laughing.

But my efforts were vain. I felt the foreskin retreating back along the shaft allowing the cock-head to greet the onlookers. I looked down, I did not dare to look up and see the look of Jeremy and the other men.

“Raise your eyes and look at the other males.” said the captain.

Jeremy was in front of me, I could see he was not hard anymore but I did not dare to look at him in the eyes. I concentrated then only on Stephen.

The guard continued to comb my torso, then lingered long on the pubic hairs.

“Look at the length of his pubic hairs, it’s really disgusting! You are so disgusting!” she said looking at me.

“They are animals,” said another guard, “you know that well. You have gloves, so your skin doesn’t touch his pubes, do not worry. “

“You have no shame? Look at all those long hairs ! It’s disgusting! Look !” she screamed at me. I lowered my head. She had grasped with her hand a tuft of my pubic hairs and was stretching at them. “He even has hairs almost up to the top of his cock! I asked you a question. Answer !” she screamed.

I did not know what to say. No, I did not discover it disgusting, I’m a man, I have pubic hairs like all other men. Indeed, I at all times have been proud of my hairs. I was early and had pubic hairs when I was 10 years old. I know I have more pubic hairs than many other men I saw naked. Emma did not think it was disgusting either because she had never asked me to shave.

I suspected that the answer “no” was not what the guard was waiting for.

“I do not know.” I replied.

“Don’t waste your time,” said the captain to the guard, “there are still others to groom, it is disgusting, I know, but that’s the job.”

“Turn,” said the guard,” lean forward and spread your buttocks!”

“What?” I said.

The reaction was immediate. I received a blow on the buttocks.

“Reach behind and take an ass-cheek in each hand and pull them apart!”

I screamed and I bent at the waist, I reached back behind my body and took a firm buttock in each hand and I pulled them aside

By doing so, I would offer in this way my ass-hole and my hanging balls. The idea that my son and the other men could look at me and see me in such a humiliating situation was unbearable to me, but I could do nothing but obey.

“Predictably, his ass is as hairy as that of a gorilla.” said the guard.

The guard then passes the comb in the cleft between my buttocks. What a humiliation!

“It’s good, this one has no lice, no crab.” said the guard.

“Go join the others,” she screamed, “You!” pointing to Jeremy, “come here!”

I got up and joined the other men, with my cock still hard.

“Go down on your knees.” she said to Jeremy.

To my horror, I saw she was gonna pass the same comb she had used for me, without even washing it. Thirty seconds ago, this comb had combed the hairs of my ass and she was gonna use it on Jeremy while it was dirty!

What Jeremy was thinking? We should not have yielded and should have left him at his aunt’s.

I did not dare to look at him in the eyes so as not to increase the shame he felt at that moment. But I could not help but watch as the guard passes the comb through his pubic hairs.

I had never seen my son naked since he was little. He had inherited my genes because he was quite hairy like me at the torso, pubic and legs.

His cock began again to point in the air. It was thicker than mine. A sense of shame came over me while I had these thoughts. It was my son that I looked like that!

I looked at him then in the eyes. I saw his red face, and distress in his eyes. He was trying not to look at me.

I could not even look away when the guard told him to turn around and spread the buttocks and passed the comb in his cleft. Like mine, his cleft was full of hairs.

Once finished, it was the turn of the other men.

When the last of the men passed this humiliating moment, the guard said to us, “Now follow this guard with your hands still behind your head!”

We were then led to the basement in front of a door that the guard opened.

“Enter inside!”

What shocked me immediately on entering was the smell.

There were about thirty men in the room who were seated on the floor.

But this smell! I smell the stink of sweat, urine and feces. The smell was suffocating!

When we were all pushed into the room, the guard closed the door.

The second thing that shocked me was that all the men were naked with no more hair on the body!

To be continued…