51. The Male-Livestock Fantasy.

Herds of men are kept by large, alien women, a herd to a woman, who controls them perfectly, perhaps by signals, perhaps by whips, perhaps by alien “doglike” creatures, who drive them back to their stalls at night, where they are locked in. The energy systems of the alien women are such that the function of the men with respect to them is rather as that of milch cows. In the morning and the evening they are “milked.” Their semen furnishes the large women with energy. They are “milked” on their backs, with the large women kneeling across their bodies. After their morning use they are driven to the pasture, perhaps by the doglike creatures; after their evening use they are returned to their stalls, again perhaps running before the nipping, snapping jaws of the large, fierce doglike creatures.

To the women they are only animals, and are bought and sold, and bred as such.

They are naked, of course. Animals wear no clothing. A given female may mark her herd in a given fashion. Such distinguishing devices, naturally, would be officially registered.

Comment:

This is a simple fantasy, but it might be elaborated. For example, there could be interesting relations between such a member of a herd and breeder-females of his own species. Human females, by such alien women, are presumably kept for stock purposes, perhaps on special ranches. Perhaps a member of an alien woman’s herd escapes with a breeder-female of his own species. Perhaps they have adventures together. Perhaps they are pursued. Perhaps they are captured, and again escape, etc. Perhaps, somehow, the alien women can be driven from the planet. Or, perhaps their own men, hunting for them, find them and carry them off in their star ships, leaving Earth once again to humans, permitting the adventure of mankind to begin once more, from the taming of fire to the reaching for stars.

A love trick that might fit in a fantasy of this sort, or, indeed, in any woman-dominant fantasy (what about male harems?) would be the smearing of, say, honey on the clitoris. The male then, one might suppose, is responding to some unusual stimulant, some substance which is not simple honey, and cannot help himself. He must continue to lick the clitoris until it is clean. The female may then, if she wishes, laughingly, scornfully, again apply the compelling, sweet stimulant to her body, and simply lie there, waiting for the irresistible effect to dominate the male, luring him helplessly to her intimate pleasure. Wherever it is placed on her body, her breasts, her clitoris, or lips, he must kiss and lick until it is gone.