At one point he and I both fell off and to the bottom of the pile at about the same time. For the first time we actually had a moment and didn’t have a woman needing our attention. I grinned at him, “It’s a tough job pleasing all these ladies but I guess someone has to do it.”

He looked at me for a second and answered seriously, “It wouldn’t be such a chore if you didn’t get them so stirred up. You need to learn how to look exhausted and control your erections more effectively. If a woman sees an erection she just has to do something with it! If I don’t wish it, there is nothing any woman can do that will stiffen me against my resolve.”

I looked at him a little shocked, “But why in the world would you want to do that??”

He looked at me as if I were a two headed dog and whispered, “That is the one thing that the women can’t control. It is a males only power; his only tool. You need to learn to better use it.” Then he grinned, “But sometimes it is pleasant to just relax and give them as much as they want too.”

I thought about that for a long time that night. The next day I began, with Minerva’s assistance to do some research. One thing that you could say for the Lantians, they keep thorough records of everything. Had I been digging by myself it would have been am almost impossible task but with Minerva it wasn’t bad at All. She could gather the information that I sought from a million files in seconds and then collate and condense it in another few seconds.

While doing this I discovered one of the differences between machine based intelligence and a biology based intelligence. I think of it as the curiosity factor. A human, at some point in the evolutionary trail found that curiosity was a survival trait. Maybe it was more curiosity than necessity that is truly the mother of invention. Minerva has at her “fingertips” the entire knowledge of the Lantian people that their almost 15,000 years of history and science. With all of that she has little interest in exploring it unless someone specifically asks her to do so. Now once she is set on the trail she is relentless but the start needs to come from elsewhere.

Over a period of weeks I found that the accepted facts of the Lantian history just didn’t match up with the records very well. Their fusion power did evidently cause some harm that made them susceptible to skin cancer but it was not that which drove them underground into hiding so much as it was that they were almost constantly at war and under siege from the many people that they had oppressed for hundreds if not thousands of years. In the end they had fallen victim to a slave rebellion and the men had originally built Lantis as a place to hide their women and children while they destroyed their enemies. They intentionally provoked their enemies and then retreated back into their city. They allowed the armies of their enemies to gather and surround them.

Their intention was to use a newly invented device that was some sort of nuclear powered death ray that would have wiped out the hundreds of thousands that surrounded them. Something evidently went wrong because instead it detonated wiping out everybody Atlantian and enemy alike and leaving the place where Atlantis had been as a huge hole that was swallowed by the sea.

Their women left mostly alone were at first devastated but then over time actually came to see the disaster as a good thing. The few men that were left were at first the KINGS but pretty fast the women tired of this and blamed the entire mess on them and pulled them down. The males were more or less enslaved and after that the competition for their control led to bigger women being more successful than smaller women in the fights that ensued. The males that tended to be more aggressive and hard to deal with ended up castrated and thrown out into the sun. The current situation was the ends result of almost 10,000 years of selective breading that was not done with the right aims in mind. The males grew smaller more docile and less fertile as the women grew larger more aggressive and also less fertile. Eventually the status system replaced the more physical system of fights and now violence was rare.

Over time the legend of the final days of Atlantis had changed from a horrible mistake to an intentional trap that they had used to destroy their enemies. The facts were still there but then when have facts had all that much bearing on what is believed by a people. As I studied their history I began to see a pattern in the deaths of those that were deemed unacceptable. At first there were as many as 20 a year but after about a hundred years it slowed and then slowed more until now it had been several hundred years since a native Lantian had been tossed out.

The spankings and enemas had always been a part of these people. In Atlantis it was considered highly entertaining to do these things to you wife in a public forum. It seems that the women of Atlantis, when their numbers overwhelmed the men, had turned the tables on them. Those that could adapt did. Those that could not died. It seems that the women of that time were well and truly sick of wars and conquest. They liked the peace and quiet lifestyle of Lantis and what had started as a shelter became a way of life and their home.

I thought about this a lot. Minerva and I discussed it and eventually I asked her to set up a meeting with Kantola for me. Kantola was always happy to see me and since getting preggers from me we were sort of like family. She offered to come see me but I didn’t get out as much as I liked so I asked if we could come to her offices. It was agreed to and set up for later that period.

A male doesn’t generally ever go anyplace unescorted and I for sure didn’t. I attract a lot of attention and every time I step out my door thousands of eyes are instantly on me via their viewer system. An hour and a half before my appointment Charlie and I headed out with the intention of walking across the central park area. We were about halfway across when I bumped into a woman accidentally.

Without thinking much of it, I simply said, “Sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going. I didn’t mean to bump into you.” We just continued walking.

I felt a hand grab my shoulder and the woman pulled me around to face her. “You big oaf! Someone needs to teach you manners! You are the one that needs to watch where you are going. It isn’t a woman’s job to dodge your big lumbering ass! I demand that you present your self for punishment!”

She meant that she wanted to whip my ass right then and there. The bump had been little more than a gentle touching of our shoulders and I could feel the anger rising in me. Charlie stepped between us and then facing me hissed, “It is her right Noel! You know the drill. We can’t afford for you to get in trouble! You know that! Now bend over and I will hold you in place!”

Trembling in my rage I bent at the hips and Charlie stepped over straddling my neck so her legs were on either side of my head and as she closed them I was held in place. I wrapped my arms around her lower legs and gritted my teeth in anger at the bitch lowered my pants to the floor and lifted my shirt to fully expose me.

Her little whip whistled through the air and as it landed she barked, “When you see a woman coming it is YOUR place to get totally out of the way!”

She hit me several more times really hard and then commented again as she struck, “Just because you are as big as a woman does NOT mean that you are as GOOD as a woman!” she hit me again. “You and a MAN and that means that you are little more than an animal kept around only for breeding purposes!”

My anger made me fully determined not to react and to resist in the only way I could. I said nothing, made not a sound and refused to even acknowledge her with even a flinch. This seemed to infuriate her and she began hitting me harder and harder shrieking at me and calling me a senseless lout.

Suddenly there was a scream and the sound of women fighting. I was held still in Charlie’s careful embrace. A voice said, “ENOUGH, You have far exceeded your right!”

“He wouldn’t cry or beg!” The bitch screamed.

Charlie hissed, “You stupid fuck! In the culture he was raised in males are not allowed to cry. He is just beginning to learn how to and you may have ruined that!!” I could feel something running down my thighs and was pretty sure that I hadn’t peed on myself. Charlie leaned forward, “I believe that it is my right now to finish his punishment!” She reached out with her bare hand and swatted my ass gently. “Noel, you need to be more careful. You never know what sort of uncivilized bitches we might meet in our travels! From now on you walk behind me so I can protect you from mindless whores that only know how to hurt and not correct!” She swatted me again and I began to cry and fell first to my knees and then fully to the ground.

“I’m sorry Mistress; I didn’t mean to displease you.” I sobbed really hamming it up. The tears were real but they were from frustration and anger more than the considerable pain.

Suddenly there was a loud ear splitting wail of some kind of siren and everyone got very, very quiet. A loud voice that seemed to come from everywhere at once spoke, “The central control has received enough notifications to declare an emergency judgment.”

While things were quit with the assistance of Charlie and two lady cops I was lifted to my feet. Charlie then turned me to her and put my head on her shoulder and held me while another woman who turned out to be sort of like an EMT tended to my ass. The bitch was standing between two other cops and looking scared half to death. “Where did all these cops come from?” I asked.

Minerva answered “”I called them as soon as she stopped you. I scanned and found that she is a known sadist and probably a latent Xenophobe. Mostly though she just likes to beat the shit out of men and has been reprimanded for overdoing it before.””

“”What’s going on now?”” Charlie asked on our private channel.

“”Thousands of women had protested her treatment of you and demanded justice. She is about to be tried for her assault on you. She has already been fines 20 million points and we have been awarded half of that sum.”” Minerva told us.

“”How could that be, the trial hasn’t happened yet?”” I asked.

“”Trials and judgments are done by the central intelligence. She is impartial, fair and has access to all the facts both past records and a full moment to moment visual of the entire act. She has already determined that it was Gorgala (the bitch) that moved over to bump into you and not you that bumped into her. The central intelligence almost instantly assessed the situation, gathered and viewed all the pertinent facts and made a judgment. All we are waiting on now is her official pronouncement of her judgment.””