Manned flight (closed for Eiselmann)

[intriguess]

Egalia was a peaceful nation, within a peaceful continent, on a peaceful planet. Most attributed this to the fact that women ruled the world. No issues of succession, no bloody wars, men with overly aggressive traits were gelded to keep such traits out of the gene pool, yet those women who liked to indulge could do so. Right now men were trained to compliance, and most aggressive traits had been successively bred out of the gene pool.

There were three types of men,
Nulls, those that had been sterilized for whatever reason, or were inherently sterile.
Studs, those used for breeding purposes
Husbands, those chosen as permanent mates and were proven fathers.


A woman could take a null as a lover, and many did, as a woman could have as many men as she could support. The average household consisted of a woman, her children, and three adult males. Often they would hire one out for wages, but then the employer had the right to ask him to do anything she desired.

Men were property, cattle, to be branded, sold, traded, loaned out, and worked hard. The rules regarding property damage applied, and women who abused their property were dealt with harshly.

Life was good, Dahlia came from a wealthy family line. She swapped out her men as often as she got her hair done, none lasting longer than 9 months. She was known to improve her men and had no problem selling or trading them when she tired of them.

Her father one of her mother's three husbands, had been a wonderful and supportive man. She found herself looking for someone like him.


She got the report earlier than the general populace, smoke had been reported, and an explorative team had been sent to investigate.

 

[Eiselmann]

The helo crossed the white cliffs of Dover as it sped towards London, its single passenger silent, he was dressed in a dark blue combat suit, was heavily armed and had a small kit bag by his side. The pilot and co pilot didn't know his name but they knew who he was and what he was. Special Air Service, the elite of the world elite special forces...this guy wsn't just good he was the best.

They had no idea why the chap had been in combat gear in the middle of a field in Belgium nor why they were taking him to another non descript field to the south of Gatwick , they weren't paid enough to care, besides they had another care which wiped their passenger from there minds

"See that " said the co pilot "looks like a whirlpool in the middle of the sky" the pilot saw it and pushed the chopper to the left both men wondered what was going on , then the chopper slammed hard to the right and set off lights and alarms all along their control console.

"Qt345 setting alert mayday Qt345..." the helo slammed hard to the right and smoke filled the helo so that nothing outside could be seen then the engine exploded and the world ended

Sean Jones had reacted as soon as the chopper first slammed reaching into his back he took hold of a combat gas mask and put it on , as smoke filled Sean looked out and saw the whirlpool in the middle of the sky just beneath the helo...nothing made sence, then he was thrown from the chopper his hand reaching into the kit bag , in a world of chaos Sean was calm he reached the whirlpool seeing nothing but green and blue lights and the chopper above slowly being drawn in.

Next moment clear sky , lights in the distance but otherwise all was dark and Sean was falling , still calm he let the kit bag go and put on the parachute pulling the chute as soon as he could, suddenly the chopper appeared as a fireball and fell rapidly.

Twenty minutes later Sean had gathered in his chute found his kit bag more by accident than design and he was standing at the remains of the chopper......he was still waiting when daylight came a few hours later suprised that no one had been to investigate and surprised that his own radio wasn't picking up anything.

He'd never been to Canterbury but he knew it was fill of farms as daylight came the land wasn't quite what he was expecting.


BIO

Sean Jones
Age 26
5ft 10 toned body extremely fit
black hair blue eyes
Born in Manchester England
Joined Royal Marine Commando as a 17 year old before passing selection in the 22nd Regiment three years ago, like all members of the Regiment he's confident and like many he has a touch of arrogance

 

[intriguess]

She lived on the top floor of her building, her men lived below her, and below them were various others. This was just her city residence, she had several more men taking care of her country estate, she managed to get away about once a year.

She glanced out a window, looking for smoke and seeing the crash site. It was strange, their were no flying machines, a few balloons and some experimental craft, but nothing was being done out here. She flicked her radio on, listening to the broadcasts, and made a few calls.

Within moments she had placed employees within each search team, healthy young men all seeking to prove themselves worthy. Along with a handful of smart nulls who needed to continue to prove their worth.

 

[Eiselmann]

Sean looked at the approaching men they looked for the most part an impressive size , maybe there was a gym nearby, whoever they were they weren't military that was for sure. He'd left the helo crash alone knowing that crash investigations would have kittens if he moved anything, but still he couldn't have cilivians second guessing him over what was to happen next , his HK53 in plain sight.

"Hey any of you have a cell phone" he shouted when the nearest group was close enough and then he noticed something they were dressed funny.......his mate Oz had magazines which showed people in bondage slave master crap that looked like these guys....."fuck I've ended up in a fucking sex resort"

He put his best smile on as the men got closer "Cellphone anyone? maybe one of you could make a landline call for me local police will be fine to start with"

Something about this didn't make sense but then nothing about the last few hours wasn't fucked up beyond all recognition

 

[intriguess]

She had turned her radio over to a private channel and listened as the search parties reported in, some from the crash site, where more womanpower was being channeled, and where a survivor had been found.

He was clad in strange gear and was muttering something about a cell phone. She sighed as they took him for an escaped prisoner and immediately took him into custody. She laughed as a few of the studs had been dressed in rather interesting and revealing gear and had bond the stranger. Who had struggled confirming their suspicions.

In this area Dahlia was the highest ranking female and therefore her word was law, and she groaned as another radio squawked and she was asked where to take the prisoner.

"Have him checked by the medics and then bring him to basement room 5, I'm pretty sure it is unoccupied." She stood up feeling her back pop, she had been bent over the radios for too long.

She figured she had time for a shower, and she tossed her clothes in a hamper. Her domestic Null worked when she was not at home, he was a lovely blond, but she enjoyed what little privacy she got. Her elaborate clan mark spread along her back, as she jumped into a hot shower, her curly brown hair springing back to curls in the wet heat.

She dealt with her hair, the brown curls going wild. She gave up on her hair as she slipped into her legal garment, skin tight black pants, boots, and a black knit top that was cut open in the back to reveal her family marking. The elevator seemed extremely slow as she descended to the basement.

There were six rooms, all intended for pleasure, and five was relatively empty, only a few shackles and a hook hanging from the ceiling. She walked in...

 

[Eiselmann]

There were rules he had to abide by , one of them don't shoot civilians (at least not the ones on his side) so when the men had tried to take him he'd fought them off as much as possible with his fists getting a few good blows in before being overpowered.

To say he wasn't happy was an understatement to say a group of sex deviant gym junkies were going to be in deep shit was an even bigger understatement.

The room he found himself in without his kit bag and weapons was definately like one of the rooms in Oz's sicko mags, the door opened and in walked a stunner...tight clothing tighter body no doubt the groups dominatrix....well dom or whatever the hell she was her little group were in deep shit.

"What the fucks going on here " his hands tied "when the police arrive you're going to be in deepest shit" he shook his head claming himself "look just untie me, get me to a phone and we can put this down to one of your little sex games getting out of hand...hell I'm picking half the old bill belong to your pissin club anyway"

 

[intriguess]

She realized he must have struggled quite a bit, because they had him strung up, like, her lips twisted at the thought. His gear had been taken, and he was wearing a strange garment.

"Let's start with your name," she wondered what his problem with sex was, and what kind of club he was referring to, "I'm Dahlia and I'm the highest ranking female in this city, so I am the law." Police, that was an interesting word, law enforcement was limited to stealing, property damage, that sort of thing. She was for lack of a better term, local royalty, high ranking, with some powers of authority, but not overly involved in government, as she had her own business interests.

"And where are you from and who is your sponsor." Ownership, well the term had faded from use, and now a days the most common terminology was sponsor.

He continued to rant and struggle and feeling fed up with his obstinate behavior, "Fine then show me your mark," she moved towards him seeking to bare his arms looking for either a generic government branding, or the intricate tattoo of sponsorship.

 

[Eiselmann]

Sean realised that his anger was turning into something unexpected , an almost panic and those who panic die.

As the dominatrix moved forward he suddenly calmed himself, okay it wasn't a club , this bitch believed the crap she was spouting, he loved true believers they sucked all the joy out of life...so it was a sex cult...of course sods law said he'd end up dominatrix world...why couldn't he have parachuted into 'horny centerfold desparate to get laid' world.

"I don't have this mark you talk about , listen my name is Sean Jones I'm in the army, that helo out there its British army property and heaven help you if you disrupt the crash site, theres two bodies in there and air investigators will have that tight little arse of yours in a sling if you fuck with the site, so just let me go, let me ring someone and I'll be out of your hair in less than an hour"

He had some freedom of movement in his lower body, if this bitch didn't get smart real quick he'd be able to get her head into a leg lock quicker than she could say 'who's a naughty boy'