EXTRACT FROM WHEN WOMEN TOOK POWER
by Aline d'Arbrant
Translation and add-ons by number 76
(chapter V, 1).

  Sabine Dacier had organised the “Special Camps of Internment”. She was particularly proud to visit the Camp close to her birthplace of Turns. She was accompanied by Marie-Pierre, whose husband, a few days ago, had posted, with pride, his badge of the privileged Male Auxiliary.

  The door of Camp S opened before the two Ministers. Their first surprise as that there was no male presence. Just some females in black leather sauntering within the fenced enclosure of the camp. Their tight fitting uniforms were a credit to the male slave workers of Amanda Kred. In addition to the gun on their hip, the young women seemed only to have an electronic hand control pad, to which they paid constant attention. As they advanced, Marie-Pierre observed that the groud appeared to be vitrified. Looking closer it seemed to consist of large, thick, glass plates. That explained the rubber soles of the shoes of the black-suited guards.

“But Sabine?, asked the Prime Minister, ”Where are the male rebels?”

“Look at the ground, darling!” Lowering her eyes, Marie-Pierre shook in surprise.

  Beneath her feet and below the flag-stones of glass, were completely naked men. One in each cell, sitting, laying or upright depending on the room that was available.

“But they see up my skirt!”, screeched Marie-Pierre, clutching her skirt to her knees. ”What horror!”

“Oh relax! That is all that they will see until they die!. The majority of them have not been human beings for a long time. Look at the Guardians!”

  Indeed the young women did not seem to worry about the spectacle they presented to the inhabitants of the basement. Sometimes, one of them, apparently noticing something through the glass under her feet, would press a few buttons on her remote control, observe the result in the cell below, and then walked on.

“What is the function of that control?”, asked Marie-Pierre.

“The remote control allows the female guardian to completely control the life of males imprisoned beneath her feet. She must initially enter the code for the particular cell in which she may have an interest. Then she has a choice between five different functions. She can open the glass trap door to install a new prisoner. She can choose to supply food by a system of pipes. She can command cold water jets to clean prisoner and cell. She can order powerful evacuation to carry all the cell contents to the sewers. Finally she can control the widening or contraction of the walls of the cell. It is her choice dependant on her mood alone.”

“Is it true? The prisoners have no right at all to the same vital circumstances?”

“No my darling”, continued Sabine. “It depends on their behaviour and their obedience. The girl guardians are the only judges. They can grant the two square metres maximum (1m x 2m.) to allow a length of ground on which a man might lay; or narrow everything so they may only sit or stand upright.”

“This man who appears to be short of air?”

“Oh! This one!” exclaimed the Guardian, extending a leather bound slim foot to the glass trap door. “It is a grouser. Never content!. He does not have very long in any event. Each day I bring the walls of his cell closer by one centimetre.”

“It will finish by being choked?” asked Marie-Pierre, interested in the torments of the man whose glance did not leave his lower parts. ”Has it been in this position for very long?”

“More than a week, Madame Prime Minister, but believe me, for him a week seems more like a year! As for choking, I do not know. Some die by smothering, but others endure and wait in hope before being completely crushed!”

“Cell walls can be drawn in until they touch”, explained Sabine, “Thus the prisoners are reduced to pulp and then evacuated to the sewers together with their excrements…”

“What a horror!”

“But no! They are only rebels!”

“On the other hand, I understand that some are in a more enviable situation. Their days of imprisonment are prolonged indefinitely?”
“Lydia Raïssa, our Minister who is psychiatrist of note, affirms that this is one of the most appalling tortures. They know that they will never leave their cell except by way of the sewers. They are condemned for perpetuity. They never leave their cell. Never get exercise. They are obliged to defecate where they stand and wait until a Guardian condescends to send them some cleaning water. They live in silence as all the cells are sound-proofed. They have no other view than the soles of the feet of the girl Guardians walking over their heads and bearing the remote controls that can crush them in seconds.”

“Well that does not seem to be too bad a life, especially for pretentious male chauvinist pigs like them! I imagined a special camp full of horrible rooms for torture!”

“No Marie-Pierre. It has passed from that mode. What they endure is infinitely more terrible than any physical torture! The majority of them become insane in the first months of detention. One sees them trying to climb the walls or to catch the legs of the passing guardians through the armoured glass panel. One sees them howling every day but fortunately one can not hear them!”

“And when they become insane?”

“One tightens the walls closed and evacuates the crushed remains.”

“Are these “nice” executioners well paid?”

“Not so much, but in general they like their trade. They like the feeling of living above a herd of imprisoned males and the absolute power which they can wield.”

“Madame Prime Minister? asked an approaching guardian,” Would you like to attend one of our executions? One of our prisoners tried to commit suicide by hammering his head against the wall of his cell. We have just immobilised it by reducing the area of it’s cell. There is no further risk, but if it pleases you we can…”

“With pleasure! Show it to me!”

  The young woman, her body clad in tight black leather, took her famous visitors to the lid of one of the cells. Standing in a circle around the deformed face of a man of about thirty years, the three young women contemplated it with sadistic curiosity. The guardian pressed some buttons on her control and the walls moved inwards. The compressed skull suddenly burst under the pressure, splashing the glass with a dreadful mixture of brains and blood. Marie-Pierre jumped back in shock!
  But Sabine and the guardian laughed at this spontaneous reaction. Beneath them, the fatal walls resumed their original position, dripping a magma rosary and bloody. The executioner pressed more buttons. Powerful jets of hot water scoured the interior of the cell. It was cleared in minutes, becoming a clean empty cell awaiting it’s next occupant.

“Most impressive!”