A bright boy in the Feminine Queendom Part 5

This story is set after the events that happened in the final Chapter of Beverly Taff's The Feminine Queendom 90
She kindly gave her permission for me to post this.

The UQ had not executed a woman for many years. That fate was usually only reserved for men. Wilson was found guilty on all counts, but the sentence was held back waiting for psychiatric reports. Even some of the men thought living as a one handed paraplegic, was a better punishment than death. Other's wanted her executed to symbolically mark the end of extreme femininsta rule.

The Queen knew she could not hold out on having an election forever. The trail of the Prime Minister was shorter, as it just involved treason. Some of the evidence used against General Wilson specifically implicated the Prime Minister. She was sentenced to twenty years in prison.

The interim government was made up of titled ladies the Queen trusted. She had Victoria advise her who to choose. Victoria had gone to school with many of their daughters. She knew which girls had mothers that lent towards the extreme. The new parliament agreed to universal suffrage. Partially through guilt and in no small part financial.

With Charlie's agreement, Australia had offered to provide a small craft based on Dawn 2's design. Only if a fair election was held in the UQ. The craft was to have a crew consisting of an equal amount of men and women. The command codes to the ship were to be known only to Charlie. He would not allow to be used for anything but peaceful purposes. He could deactivate it remotely.

All men had identity cards, but contacting each one to confirm their status would take time. It was acknowledged that many men had "gone underground" to avoid last governments harsh legislation. There was still a curfew on men in certain areas. The Queen knew removing it completely would alienate some women. Police were under instructions not to taser anyone breaking the curfew, just bring them in for questioning.

After years of mistreatment, men were skeptical of the changes. Many believe that it was a plot to capture the ones that lived avoiding women altogether. The Queen had her work cut out removing extremist from the media as well as FBC, the Feminist Broadcasting Corporation. She had to reach out to men to encourage them to vote or the country would revert to feminist rule.

Queen Sophia was trying to find moderate women and possibly men to form a new party to campaign for a fair and equal society. She contacted Charlie and asked if he would agree to run for election. Charlie told her he had had enough of the old country. He would help where he could, but politics was not something he wished to be involved in.

"Sorry ma-am, but what with the new mining base we are setting up on Mars, and spending time building engines, I wouldn't have time, even if I had the inclination."

"Thank you anyway Charlie, your offer of a craft helped me push through some legislation I was having problems with. I just hope it is all worthwhile."

"I haven't got the patience for political wrangling. Australia has changed a lot in the last few years. Feminista culture wasn't as embedded as the UQ. Most of the sensible people who didn't agree with it just moved to the outback and carried on as normal. The UQ doesn't have an outback, so anyone with an XY chromosome was stuffed."

The Queen knew his hurt would never be healed. She could sense his bitterness.

"You've done great things Charlie, you made Australia a better place for the men, and hopefully UQ will be too soon. You have taken human kind to the stars. I should probably knight you. That would be a first. We don’t have any men with OBE's"

"Sir Charles of Mars, Lord Phobos, it does have a ring to it." He chuckled.

The Queen asked for one more favor before the call ended. Then she promised Charlie that the new men's rights bill would get through at the next sitting.

Peter was on the internet as usual, while his mother watched television. Peter wasn't too interested in TV, as it was all programs made by women, for women. Some of the early changes allowed men to have fully functional phones, have full access to computers, and drive cars the same as women. Most men could not afford the expensive cars women drove though, as they were still all paid far less than women.

"Peter! Quick there's something on FBC you may want to see."

He reluctantly got up and went to the living room.

The talk show host Helen Taylor was introducing her guest.

"Tonight we have an exclusive interview with the wife?"

She turned to her guest.

"Do you actually use that word? Of the supposed inventor of the gravity drive, Charlie Sage."

"Thank you Helen, yes I do use that word. For thousands of years many women were happy to be a wives."

"It just seems a little Patriarchal. I can't imagine what's that's like. Do you actually sleep with him?"

Chloe laughed.

"You make it sound unnatural. This is still what most of the world does. It's only the feminist countries that don't."

"Aren't you worried about your safety, I mean living with a MAN."

Chloe shook her head in wonder. She had forgotten how ingrained fear of men was in the UQ.

"Let me tell you something. That "man" is the father of my children. Charlotte, Michael, Jessica and Lucy. He's a wonderful Dad. That's something I realised when we first had Charlotte, how much I missed out on not having a father. "

Helen paused, it was not something she had ever thought about. Chloe continued.

"Also, that "Man" as you call him, has risked his life to protect me and my children. He would die for us. This is what good men will do. I can tell you, when we're in bed together at night, and he wraps his big strong arms around me. I feel safer than I have ever felt in my life. Being so close with a man that loves you, and would die to protect you, melts you inside, you can't believe how good it feels . It's something the feminists have denied you all for years."

Helen licked her lips and bit her bottom lip. She was obviously thinking about what Chloe had said. Several of the studio audience shifted in their seats.

"I understand you have a video of the children you have had with Charlie."

Chloe smiled, Charlie now, not that "man".

The video showed Charlie playing horse with his children. They took turns riding him while the others were throwing pillows at his backside, shouting, "faster horsey". Charlie fell over playing dead. All the children were poking him saying "wake up daddy". Then suddenly he jumped up on all fours and growled like a dog. The children screamed, laughed and ran off with Charlie chasing them and barking like a dog.

Helen was in a fit of giggles, and so were half the audience.

"I'm sorry Chloe. Your children and your husband look wonderful. It's just we were all told that Charlie stole a prototype gravity engine from Anston Aerospace, and kidnapped you. Apparently that's far from the truth."

"No we left together. If not he would have been feminized or dead. This country and the other feminist countries have been wasting half of the talent of their population for years. You don't educate boys passed fourteen, then you call them ignorant. That's true ignorance and prejudice. How many geniuses have we wasted? They have to hide their intellectual gifts, or they are castrated."

Helen looked thoughtful.

"Yes, there have been a lot of things that have made us all question ourselves lately. Thank you for coming on my show."

Chloe had one more thing to say. She agreed the points she wanted to get across with the Queen who had set up the interview.

"Thanks Helen. Before I go, I just wanted to tell you when my life, my children's lives and Charlie's life has been in danger. It has always been women trying to kidnap or kill us. So please get rid of the idea that all women are saints and all men are monsters. If anyone tries to hurt my children or my man, they will have to deal with me!"

She stared into the camera with fierce eyes.

Mel jumped out of her seat and got closer to the television.

"You tell em girl! Now that's a real woman. Prepared to defend her children and her man."

Peter hoped most of the country saw the interview. He knew his mal friend would make sure it was on social media.

"Come and have a look at the news on the internet mum. They might pass a new act through tomorrow. It's a men's right bill. It's called the MR reforms bill."

A bright boy in the Feminine Queendom Part 5

This story is set after the events that happened in the final Chapter of Beverly Taff's The Feminine Queendom 90
She kindly gave her permission for me to post this.

The election is less than a year away. The Queen must find a leader for a new party to oppose the existing Feminista parties. If not all her work will be undone.

The Queen was at her wit's end trying to come up with someone suitable to lead the new party. Victoria could see her distress and asked her what was wrong.

"Well Vicky, I need to find a woman of good standing, mature and sympathetic to start this new party. If I don't we will have the two usual parties in the running and the one that gets elected undoes all the progress we have made."

"No we’re not going back to that. Look what they did to that poor boy. That's my fault mum. If I hadn't kissed him, if only.."

"Vicky you didn't kill him, it was that horrible woman. His death has helped get some of the reforms through. Men have the right to vote because of him. Help me make that sacrifice worthwhile."

Victoria dried her eyes.

"I went to school last year with a girl named Debbie. Her mother is from an old military family. He mother is Emily Proudfoot."

"Oh yes I remember her from a garden party. She looked awfully bored. A retired General isn't she?"

"Yes she runs the family business Proudfoot farms. Well Debbie told me her father was living at home with her and her mother. It was a secret, he worked as a butler."

"A butler? That's unusual.

"Yes people think she's a little quirky, but he's Debbie's father, so I think you'll find her sympathetic to the men."

"Great Vicky, I'll see if I can see her today."

After a few calls the Queen was driving towards the five hundred year old stately home in Hertfordshire. She told her driver to wait in the car. This was a no nonsense practical visit. No time for pomp.

A butler showed her up to Emily's office. I wonder, thought the Queen, is that him?

As she walked into the large wood paneled office she said.

"Please no formality, lady Proudfoot, just call me ma'am or Sophie. This is a business meeting."

"Well good, please call me Em. I hate all that nonsense."

Lady Proudfoot was stout woman with short curly hair. She was in her fifties, and had a warm smile.

As the Queen sat, Em turned to the butler.

"Tea if you don't mind please Johnny."

"Certainly Em. What about the driver?"

"Oh Johnny, you're so thoughtful. Go and see to her."

The Queen smiled.

"So that's just your butler then?"

"Well a few weeks ago I would have said yes, but thanks to you I can say he's my man. I plan on marrying him."

"The MR bill will be passed today. It has taken a lot of convincing, but it will go through. I told them it's change or be left behind. Most of the Ladies didn't realize that the country is on the verge of bankruptcy. That's where feminista politics get you. Most of our trade is with other feminist countries. We do buy from China and India, but as a last resort. The past governments hated using patriarchal countries."

"My god , how did they hush that up?"

"They we very devious. They promoted on belief not ability. Now for the reason I'm here. I want your honest opinion on men."

"Ha! Straight to the point. My family is an old military family. We go back to Waterloo. I know the value of good men. My son's are supervisors on my largest farms. They run them in all but name. Now you are changing things, I may well be able to let them now. Before you ask Johnny is their father. Nothing like a nice big man to keep you warm at night eh?"

She said the last part as Johnny set down the tray on the desk. He winked at Em, and made to leave the room.

"Wait Johnny the Queen has a bill going through parliament today. She'll tell you what's in it. You are an interested party after all."

This caught the Queen by surprise, but she wrote most of it so it was no problem to remember it.

"Well Johnny the Men Rights Bill or MR Bill will give you all the rights that women have. You are entitled the same pay the same access to medical services, paid holidays, sick pay everything. A women's word will no longer be taken above a man's in a court of law. Castrations are now illegal. Boys will receive the same education as girls'. Men are now truly equal to women."

"That all seem very nice ma'am, but most men have only had a rudimental education. We will always be in lower paid jobs than women. Men will never be in the top jobs. It will be like being in a race, with the competition starting half way to the finish line."

"Yes Johnny, I know it will take a generation or more before we get true equality, but you must admit it's a huge step forward."

"Yes ma'am. What about marriage."

She was grinning as she answered.

"That too will be an equal partnership, your wife won't own you. Why are you thinking of getting married."

"Well Em, what do you think? Make it official."

"Love to Johnny, we'll sort it out later. I suppose you want me to head up this new party for you then ma'am?"

"You knew then?"

"Well of course she knew ma'am, no flies on Em."

"No, I can see that. Do you think you can do it."

"If I may ma'am, Em has the most successful farming business in the country because she treats her employees well. Most farm work is carried out by men and supervised by women. She has a nose for bad un's , she sniffs out all the bulling feministas. All the men love her. When they are sick, they are taken care of. She even makes sure the retired ones have somewhere to live. She is a shining example of a good human being. I would be proud to be owned by her."

"Oh Johnny, you're making me blush. I read family history ma'am. The lesson I took, is you look after your men and they will never let you down."

"A very rare sentiment in this counrty, I must say Em." said the Queen.

"How do you fancy a job as deputy then Johnny, It will mean telling ladies what to do. You up to it?"

"Can't wait Em. It will be fun. I'll be very polite though."

The Queen discussed the way forward. Em had a huge task in front of her. She had to find candidates to stand in each borough that she could trust to stick to the reforms. The MR bill was fine, but getting ingrained prejudice against men to change would take years.

Now the United Queendom had the beginning of a new political party that stood for equality. The UCEP was as good a name as any.The United Country Equality Party.. It had only take four years. She hoped Charlie would be happy. She had made so many promises about prosperity that hung on one man providing his special brand of science.

There was so much to do. The police were her next concern. They had been told to stop tasering men unless they were attacked, so suddenly there seemed to be a huge increase in attacks on the police. She knew there was core of sadistic mysandrists that joined the police so they could make men's life a misery. How could she sort that out? She had less than a year until the election. After that she would be powerless.

Still she had a strong friendly woman as the leader of the UCEP. Perhaps if they interviewed some of her workers it would encourage the men to get out and vote.

This story is set after the events that happened in the final Chapter of Beverly Taff's The Feminine Queendom 90
She kindly gave her permission for me to post this.

The election is less than a year away. The Queen has found a leader for a new party to oppose the existing Feminista parties. The probelm now is the police force. Being riddled with hard core feminists they may oppose any changes she makes.

The problem with the police came to a head very quickly. A man was arrested in London for attempting to attack a woman on her way home from a club. His face was on the front page on the all the mainly feminist news papers. Andrea Bower said he accosted her from an alleyway a few hundred yards from a club. She said she screamed and a passing police officer tasered the man until he was unconscious.

The two feminist parties made a a lot of capitol on this story. They said it was a sign of the things to come. Em and the Queen were exasperated at this setback. Then the day after an email landed in the Queen's inbox. It was signed "Shadow. We appreciate your work. Keep it up and you shall be assisted."

The email contained two videos. She watched them both and immediately called Em.

"Em, we've got them. I've been sent two videos from some strange source called Shadow. Probably a male resistance group. Whoever they are they have some top class hackers."

"What's in them Soph?" They were on first name terms. Being called your royal highness every day soon wears thin.

"There is a video of the woman leaving the club, and the attack in the alley. You won't believe what really happened."

"So good news then? You must find out who sent the video. We need all the help we can get. If they can hack, they will be invaluable."

"I'll try. Are you up for a chat show appearance? I want these seen by as many people as possible."

The Queen used her influence to get Em on the nation's favourite chat show. After the initial introductory chat Em got straight to the point.

"Well Helen I'm here tonight to address the hot issue. The attack by a man on a woman walking home from the night club."

"Yes Emily. Many are saying that this shows that men can't be trusted, and that the old laws and curfews need to be reinstated."

"I'll address that after you run the video. "

"OK run the video please."

"This first one Helen, is Andrea leaving the Black Cat club."

The video showed two women arguing. The sound was poor as it was from a surveillance camera outside the club, but it was audible"

"You can't leave me. I love you Deb's."

"Please Andrea, you know I've never been comfortable with the sex. I tried, but I'm just not made that way."

"What do mean."

"I'm not into girls. I tried, I know there are many women who see it as normal, but not me. I met a nice man who works as a driver at the factory."

"YOU ARE FUCKING JOKING! You're dumping me for a bloody man. They should all have their fucking balls cut off."

Andrea then slapped her former girlfriend around the face and hurried off crying.

"Please play the next clip Helen."

The next video was grainy as is was in a darker area, but the sound was much better. It showed Andrea crying into a tissue next to the entrance of the alley.

A man could be seen exiting the alley. He paused as he passed Andrea, then turned around.

"Hello miss. Are you OK? Is there anything I can do to help? "

"Fuck off you scum. She's gone off with a fucking man like you."

Andrea proceeded to lash out at the man. He put his hands in front of his face to fend off the blows. He then slumped to the ground and a voice off screen shouted.

"Don't worry ma'am, I got him. These filth shouldn't be out on the streets."

A boot landed in the fallen man’s testicles. He screamed and doubled over into a foetal position.

"He'll get another beating at the station. Most of us don't hold with this equality crap. Orders from above ma'am. Play along, but punish the bastards. Men equal. Don't make me laugh."

"Emily, that isn't what the police report said. They said the man confessed to the attack."

"Yes Helen. You saw what the officer did to him. The confession was fake, or it was tortured out of him."

"Torture? Surely not."

"I have statements from men that show our own police are worse than your worse nightmare of an extreme Islamic state."

"Where is the man now?"

"Still under arrest. His name is Brian Parks. He works as a porter at the London Woman's hospital. He was working late when a child came in that was involved in an accident. They thought they would lose her. She lost a lot of blood and is AB negative. A very rare blood type. Mr Parks overheard . He remembered that when he had lost blood the "Vet", that’s what the feminista's called male doctors, told him he might die. There was no AB negative for use on men. He offered to donate to her. They had no medical records, we don't keep them for men. We don't care if they live or die. This man who owed womenkind nothing, donated two pints of blood to save a little girl. He must have been very unsteady walking home, yet he still offered to help Andrea Bower. What did he get for his efforts? Pain and torture. How can men ever trust us. Today, I'm ashamed of being a woman."

A long silence settled over the studio. Helen coughed and said.

"What do we need to do?"

"This shows how rotten our old system is. I'm going to ask the Queen to carry out a route and branch investigation into the police force. I suspect it's rotten to the core. We need to get this man released now!"

Within an hour a flurry of phone calls within the police force led to Brian being released to the hospital where he worked. The morning paper's showed pictures of Brian surrounded by flowers and being kissed by a nurse. Another showed the girl and her mother thanking him.

He would lose one of his testicles due to the damage caused by the officer. He had many offers from women solicitors offering to sue the police for damages.

That afternoon the Queen called Emily.

"Well Em, that worked out very well. A complete 180. If men see this, they can see we will fight for justice."

"Any idea's on who is going to investigate the police?"

"I was hoping you knew someone."

"I have got a friend from the army. Liz Pennyworth , she was a Colonel , she hated that Wilson character. Did you get anywhere with that resistance group? We could uncover the skeletons in the feminista cupboard with their help. The massacre in London has not been blamed on anyone yet."

"Ask Liz to call me. I need this sorting out before the election. As far as Shadow are concerned. They have agreed contact me through a third party. He is eighteen years old, his code name is Bright Boy. I'm to meet him next week. Very cloak and dagger. "

This story is set after the events that happened in the final Chapter of Beverly Taff's The Feminine Queendom 90
She kindly gave her permission for me to post this.

The election is less than a year away. The Queen has found a leader for a new party to oppose the existing Feminista parties. The probelm now is the police force. Being riddled with hard core feminists they may oppose any changes she makes.

Victoria had to stand in for her mother for many Royal engagements. Her mother was busy trying to turn around the attitudes of the country. She was walking through a crowd held back by barriers to open a new drug treatment center in Highbury. She was happy to see the faces of a few men in the crowd.

She noticed one handsome looking boy waving furiously at her. She smiled at him and stopped. She was sure he said;

"Message from Charlie."

She walked over to him and he trust some flowers into her hands. Her police guard drew her Taser.

"Don't you dare!"

She leant forward so she could hear him.

"There is a message in there for the Queen, tell it's from bright boy."

She kissed him on the cheek, which raised a cheer from the younger members of the crowd as well as the men. The older women seem to be either disgusted or confused.

She carried the flowers into the center and quickly retrieved the note. This was the third drug treatment center she had opened this year. It was built for women.

While men were not discouraged from taking softer drugs like marijuana. It kept them docile. The harder drugs were out of their reach. The problem was the suppliers knew there were richer pickings among the women. Recently there was a large increase of deaths of women using crack and heroin.

This was one thing the feminista's couldn't pin on the men. Women run the gangs that smuggled it into the country and fenced it. Men couldn't afford to buy it.

When Victoria arrived home she showed the note to her mother while they were alone. Sophie read it

Sophie, we do not acknowledge you as our Queen. That title has to be earned. However, you have impressed us with your reforms. Our group fights for the rights of men. We demand true equality. To this end we offer you our resources.

We could not email you this message as we have detected your computer is compromised. You are probably under surveillance, so be careful.

We will provide you with a phone that cannot be monitored or tracked. You need to send someone to pick it up from our contact in Hertfordshire.

Victoria offered to pick it up. She sometimes left the palace disguised. The guard assumed she was just shopping incognito; like she had done many times before. She left and got a taxi to the location. It was a quite country road surrounded by fields. She saw a young man on a bike and asked the taxi driver to come back in ten minutes.

The taxi drive shook her head and said;

"I don't think I should leave you here with a man miss. Might not be safe."

"Do you really believe all men are bad. Have you seen the television lately?"

"Yes young miss. Frankly I've always fancied being with a man myself, but my friends wouldn't let me live it down. What I mean is, he's a good looking young chap and it's not the place to be getting up to stuff."

Victoria laughed.

"It's OK, I'm not about to tear his clothes off."

"Don't get cheeky miss, I'm only trying to help. Alright I'll be back in ten."

She pulled away and left Victoria alone with the boy.

"Hello do you have something for...It's you! From the opening of the treatment center."

"Yes. Thank you for stopping that woman from tasering me."

She examined him more closely than she had before. He was nearly six feet tall, with short wavy brown hair. She loved his deep blue eyes. He had an open, innocent looking face.

"What's your name?"

"Shadow told me I shouldn't give you any details, but I just have a feeling I can trust you. Just my first name anyway. I'm Peter. What do I call you? Your highness?"

She noticed his cheeks dimpled when he laughed.

"My friends call me Vicky. I hope we can be friends. I really want to help the boys and men of this country."

"I saw what happened to you a few years back. That Charlie is brilliant isn't he. Space ships, rescues a regular old school hero. You never hear about heroes in this country. Men are just untrustworthy beasts of burden."

Victoria saw his bitterness and anger. It must be horrible to know you had no future at his age. She hugged him. Peter had never been hugged by anyone but his mother. It felt good. He returned the hug. They parted.

"That's what I want to help put right. I used to ask my mother why women were better than men. She told me they weren’t, but I mustn't tell anyone. She showed me old books of King's and Queen's from the past. Some were brave and strong, some were horrible. They were just people."

"I've read history. Men never used to value women's intelligence. They lost so much doing that. Later, they were more or less equal. Then the women here and other places took control. Worse still they forced men into a worse position than they had been in a hundred years before. It was revenge on men that had never committed a crime. It was like punishing a grandchild for their grandparent’s crimes."

"It seemed that way to me too, but with my mum and your friends, Peter, we can start putting that right."

"I hope so Vicky. I don't want to end up in a rookery or a work camp. I've seen what some of the other countries have. Women and men living together, raising a family with love."

She saw his eyes glaze slightly. It was a daydream. A lovely one she thought.

"So what do you have to give me?"

"Sorry, here’s the phone. It's untraceable and completely private. Your mother will be contacted and sent data via it. Shadow have some dirt on the police. They have full access to all communications in the UQ. They know who the feminista party members are, and all their dirty secrets."

"That will be invaluable. Thank you."

"Don't thank me, thank Shadow."

"Why are they called that?"

"It's funny. Some of them are feminized men. The one that started the organization did not want to be feminized. He never had laser treatment for his beard growth and has stopped taking hormones. He shaves, but not too often. He sometimes has a five O'clock shadow. I suspect that some of the best hackers are mals."

"Why would you think that Peter?"

"What I learned from history. Eunuchs had great power in the roman and Chinese empires. The ones converted by the feministas were the brightest boys. As eunuchs they don't have many of the distractions that normal men and women would. Their work becomes their life."

"My mother has stopped that now. It can't happen again."

"Yes, but only if the feminazi's don't win the election. You know most men are scared to vote don't you? There are only half that have registered to vote.anyway What doesn't help is there are fewer men than women. Selective abortions took care of that."

"Yes, it's horrible. Some women just didn't want boys, and some knew that a boy wouldn't have a good life."

The taxi returned and blew its horn. Victoria kissed Peter on the cheek and jump back into the taxi. She waved as it drove off.

Peter had an odd feeling. He felt sad she had gone. He wanted to see more of her. He shook his head and dismissed the thought. She was a princess; he was a dustman.

A few days later Em and the Queen were sitting in Em's office going over the data they had been sent. Liz Pennyworth had joined them.

"Oh my Em, there is so much corruption in our police force and army. Many of the women are just using their positions as cash cows."

"When Em and I were in the army, that horrid little woman Wilson, went from a private to general in two years. That's no way to run an army. You need experience. We saw it too many times. Party members promoted due to political opinion, not ability. The more extreme the better."

"Thanks Liz. What do you suggest we do?"

"We out them all for corruption. We show the country how corrupt the feminista regime was. Tell everyone we are nearly bankrupt and put all the blame where it lies."

"Won't that leave the police severely short of officers?"

"Most of the corruption is high up. If I take over as Police Commissioner, I'll instigate a recruitment drive to include men."

"Well Liz, that should certainly shake things up. What do you think Em?"

"Oh wonderful. It will take the police out of feminista hands. As an added bonus we'll get to see some fit young men in uniform."

"The Queen and Liz suppressed giggles.

"There is a twelve-week basic training course, but we can make it intensive and reduce it to five or six weeks. There should be a new batch of male and female officers out on the streets in three months."

"That should be enough time ensure the feministas can't use them to threaten the public. Liz,Em, lets get to it."

The election was now six months away.

This story is set after the events that happened in the final Chapter of Beverly Taff's The Feminine Queendom 90
She kindly gave her permission for me to post this.

The election is less than a year away. The Queen has found a leader for a new party to oppose the existing Feminista parties. The probelm now is the police force. Being riddled with hard core feminists they may oppose any changes she makes. With assistnce from a male rights organization it is time to act.

The next month was a flurry of activity for the trio. Liz started at the top. The previous commissioner was arrested for taking bribes from drug gangs. Various inspectors and chief constables were arrested the next day. The rotten core of the police, were on the run. Many of the lower ranks resigned.

There was an outcry in the two staunchly feminist newspaper, who cried witch hunt. The more moderate UQ Times printed the accusations against the arrested police force members. By the end of the month there were eleven high court judges awaiting trial by their peers.
The worst was Dame Shirley Lind. She was affectionately known as the slicing judge. She often used castration on males for the smallest of crimes. She was accused of being complicit in the sentencing a man to death for a murder of a rival gang’s leader. The man was used as a fall guy then executed to stop further investigation.

The public were reeling, seeing these respected women were corruptly using their positions of power to feather their nests. Most remembered what they had been taught at school. Men must never be allowed to be in positions of power as it corrupted them. They must be kept as uneducated beasts of burden, or low skilled workers.

The Queen was frustrated when a poll revealed that 30% of women would vote feminist. The remaining 70% were not decided. It was usual for a low turnout as there was little to choose between the feminist parties. She realized that something needed to be done to either force them into caring, or to realize they could end the feminista rule.

The men willing to vote was sadly very low. Only 20% so far would dare risk the wrath of the feminists. Fear of women was ingrained over a few generations. Few men and women remembered the time before the feminists took control. The men only knew the dire consequences of opposing them.

There was a real fear that any one not towing the line could still disappear. The recent accusations had proved that dissidents, male and female had been murdered. When government and the police were controlled by evil, self-serving people. There is little anyone can do.
The new commissioner went on the FBC calling for good young women and men to join the police force. They were to be the future of law and order in the new fair UQ. The feminist paper scoffed that men could not pass the entrance test.

The police used a standard I.Q. test so formal education did not matter too much. The first intake was 2044 women and 54 men. Liz had hoped for more, but it was a start.

Peter had signed up for the first batch of trainees and passed the I.Q. and entrance exam with flying colours. He was one of three men in his intake. They all had to put up with ribbing from the young women. Although the worse comments and abuse came from the instructors. This was never too harsh though, they didn’t want to fall foul of the new misandry laws that had just passed the interim government. The boys had grown up with snarky comments from females. It was sadly nothing new for them.

Mel had asked Peter not to join, as she did not trust he police after hearing about the men that were framed and executed with police involvement. Peter had assured her that Shadow had routed out all the extreme feminists. They had even helped vet all the new applicants, by checking their social media and emails. Several women with extreme tendencies had been rejected.

She was so proud of him at the passing out ceremony. He looked so handsome in his new uniform. Peter was assigned to a station near docklands. He was the only male officer at the station. He was assigned with a female rookie to be mentored by a forty-year-old officer. Barbra Drayton had been in the police since the age of twenty. She had never been promoted as she lacked the hate for men the inspector liked in her officers. Barbra had a younger brother who had been murdered in the rookeries. It was never investigated. It was just chalked up to another male suicide. They didn’t care. She did.

Her brother used to worship her. He said he was going to join the police when he was older. It broke her heart when she had to tell him it wasn’t possible. He went off the rails and run away to the rookeries at seventeen. He was dead before this nineteenth birthday.

When the new inspector asked if she would be willing to look after a male trainee she jumped at the chance. Peter looked up to Barbra. He saw the kind soul behind the angry exterior.

Peter and Angie, the other recruit were due to patrol with Barbra when an unpopular officer called Simone Smith started on Peter.

“Hey ball sack, If you think you’re going to make it past probation, think again. “

“Simone, what have I ever done to you. Please just leave me alone.”

Angie tried to look away, but Simone was getting right in his face.

“All you fucking men are good for is cleaning up shit. You're a disgrace to that uniform.”

“Please leave me alone.”

She was poking Peter in the chest. It was starting to hurt and she knew it.

“Go on hit me, let out all that male rage. Come on boy, show me your true nature.”

Barbra walked in.

“Is there a problem Simone?”

“I was just talking to your dog here. Telling him not to piss on the carpet.”

Simone went to walk away, Angry she had not provoked a reaction from Peter. Barbra grabbed her arm, twisted it up her back and slammed her into the wall.

“You touch him again and you’re going to wish you were never born. Inspector Williams is under investigation. You don’t have her to protect you anymore. Bitches like you should learn the old way is over.”

“Get off me or I’ll…”

“You’ll what?”

Barbra twisted her arm further until she started crying.

“Bitch, I’ve seen you taser men until they nearly died, but you can’t handle a little pain.”

“Come on you two, time we were out on the beat.”

They all left and were met by the inspector and an camera crew at the front desk.

“The FBC Barbra, they want to follow you, or specifically this young man.”

“Fine with me but they’ll need to keep up.”

The first call was to investigate an alarm at warehouse near the docks. It was usually just a tramp, always a man, looking for somewhere to sleep or for easy pickings.

When they arrived Barbra told the crew to stay outside. The three officers went to investigate. Barbra motioned them to silence. She could hear voices at the far end. They crept forward between the pallets and racking.

Barbra stepped out holding her taser in front of her.

“Stay where you are. You’re under arrest.”

There were four women, one pulled out a gun and Barbra tasered her. Before she could react another shot her in the arm.

“Quick you two, out of here now,”

The trainees were not armed. The three ran to the main door while the criminals tried to exit from the rear door. Another shot rang out and Barbra fell. Peter went to pick her up, but she waved him away.

“Out you two, now, that’s an order.”

A shot just missed Angie's head.

They both ran the thirty yards out the main door.

“We can’t leave her in there.”

“They have guns Peter, we’ll be killed.” Angie said.

“Get on the radio for a fire arms unit.”

Peter peered around the door and saw Barbra in the distance, she had crawled behind a stack of pallets. A bullet glanced off the door frame and ricocheted into a wall.

“She’s pinned down, I don’t think they know she’s unarmed.”

“Ten minutes for the armed response team Peter.”

He could hear more shots as they were working their way towards Barbra.

“She’ll be dead before then. I’m going in.”

“No you’ll be killed you…..”

There was an explosion, a jet of flame roared out of the open door. The camera crew leapt back nearly knocking the camera over.

“Bloody hell. A shot must have hit a barrel of that wood alcohol. Angie I’ve got to go and get her.”

“You can’t Peter. It’s an inferno in there, There’s nothing we can do.”

Tears streamed down her face. Pure frustration. They were helpless. Peter looked around and saw an old blanket from a rough sleeper next to a doorway. He picked it up and threw it into a puddle. He then wrapped the wet blanket over his head and shoulders and ran into the warehouse.

“Peter you’ll die.”

The camera was still running capturing the drama unfolding. They had never witnessed anything like this. The poor boy had run into the burning building to save a fellow officer. He was certainly dead now.

A bulky flaming shape appeared out of the smoke. Peter carried Barbara wrapped in the wet blanket in his arms. He was screaming. His jacket and hair were on fire. As he knelt to drop Barbra, Angie ripped the blanket off her and pushed Peter into the puddle and used the blanket to extinguish the flames.

The armed response had caught three of the gang after they had shot the lock off the rear door. The forth member died in the warehouse.

An ambulance crew came and picked up Barbra and Peter. Barbra was awake and coughing when they came, she insisted they treat Peter first.

“Where do we take the man ma’am?”

“The same bloody place you take me. Men a have the same rights as women now. Does no one obey the fucking law in this country?”

The camera crew got a last shot of a tearful bleeding Barbra holding Peter’s hand as the ambulance doors closed.

“Stay with me Peter, stay with me.”

Peter woke the next day to see his mother, Angie and Barbra in the room with him. He winced in pain as he tried to move.

“Stay still Peter you have second degree burns. How do you feel?”

“Very sore mum. Barbra you’re ok.”

“Yes thanks to you Peter. You saved my life. You risked your own to save me. I don’t know how you did it. The pain must have been unbearable.”

“I just knew I had to save you. I just went for it.”

“I don’t mind saying, if you weren't there, I wouldn’t be here now. Now the whole country knows the value of men as police officers.”

“What do you mean?”

“Peter your famous. Someone at the FBC sent some stills of the footage they got last night. You’re a national hero. “ said his mother.

Angie showed him the morning newspaper. With the headline “A True Hero.”

The photo showed his face grimacing in pain . His jacket and hair on fire, holding the unconscious Barbra in his arms. The smoke and flames made the picture look like epic. It was so dramatic. The crew of the FBC had told the newspaper that they had never seen an act of bravery like that.

They're waiting outside to interview you when you're well enough.

The pain medication was starting to kick in he started to close his eyes, happy that he saved Barbra.

At Buckingham palace the Queen took a call.

“Did you see the headline Sophie? We have our poster boy. A true male hero, we haven’t had one of those for a lifetime. Someone that the women and the men can get behind.”

This story is set after the events that happened in the final Chapter of Beverly Taff's The Feminine Queendom 90
She kindly gave her permission for me to post this.

The Queen is pondering how they can use Peter's new found fame to help with the coming election, when she gets a call from Charlie Sage.

“Well hello, what do I owe the pleasure of a call from the famous Charlie Sage?”

“Should I be saying that to you your royal highness?”

“Please don’t, you know I don’t have time for all that. I only use all that for ceremonial purposes. I’ve got a country to save.”

“I’ve noticed. When I left after the trial I was disappointed things were moving so slowly. Chloe told me that’s because I’m an engineer at heart. Engineers see a problem and fix it, then move on. People aren’t that easy.”

“No Charlie, I’ve been working flat out. My worry is all the good I’ve done will be undone if we lose the election. The next legally elected government can ruin everything I’ve done.”

“Do you think that’s likely? I saw that lad’s interview. He got it spot on. I realized what was going on from an early age. My mummy and her friends all knew it was wrong, but didn’t know how to put it right.”

“He’s a brave young man and he loves you. He sees you as a hero figure.”

“Who wrote the speech? You or that Em woman?”

“He did it all by himself. Liz, the UQ police commissioner, said he had an IQ of 145! He must had hidden it to avoid feminization.”

“Same as me then. Do you know how hard it is to play dumb when you know you’re the smartest person in the room? To have teachers calling you a stupid male? Poor lad I know just how he must have felt.”

The Queen could hear the edge of anger creep into his voice. Even now after all he had achieved it was still like touching a raw nerve.

“Charlie, I’m trying to make sure that never happens again. Em has a plan to offer all men further education. Paid for by the state. They can catch up on all the stuff they were prevented from learning. It all depends on winning.”

“I can’t see women being happy about paying more tax to support men’s education.”

“Well it’s only justice. I think guilt will keep most of them quite. That and one of your ships so we can start mining.”

“Yes that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I have a mind to give you a second smaller ship. If you’re out in space, you will need a support ship. I’ve talked to Aus, they’re happy to build a ship the size of Dawn 1. Without the extra thick plating of course, you’re not going to war with it.”

“That would be wonderful. It will help in the election campaign. We need to get our economy turned around. We uncovered so much corruption. Our gold reserves are nearly gone. Years of spending what was built up before feminist rule has bankrupted us.”

“It was an unsustainable mess Sophia. The only reason the air force seemed so advanced was my inventions. Look at the thanks I got for it.”

“If you saw the interview Charlie you must of heard him say, End the hate, end the pain. That’s what I hope for.”

“I suppose so. I have met some remarkable women in Australia, admittedly a couple of the best ones used to be men. Australia was different to the UQ. When the feminists took over many of the men went to the outback. In some of the smaller towns almost nothing changed. The PM had boys and she was worried about their future. She worked so hard to change politics from within. Her party was only moderately feminist, that shows you the mood of the country. That’s why equality came relatively easy for them.”

“How is it for the men there now Charlie?”

“A lot better. Our mining, ore processing, and metal industries are thriving. A lot of heavy work. The men are in such high demand the wages have rocketed. There are no restrictions placed on them now, they are a few male managers. I even heard that a wealthy woman is offering men funds to start their own companies.”

“That’s amazing. That’s what I want for the UQ. We just have to keep the momentum going. I hope we can get Peter involved as a sort of poster boy. “

“How is the lad? He looked pretty done in when I saw him on TV.”

“He’s on pain killers, and may be fit to go home next week. The hospital has had several offers from top plastic surgeons to fix his burnt face for free.”

“He must have tugged a few heart strings them. I’ve had my fill of surgery myself. You say I’m his hero? Do you think he’d like to meet me?”

“That would be wonderful. Could we televise it? I’m sure the men of the UQ would love to see that.”

“I don’t mind you filming it, but don’t announce it. I’ll land on the roof of the hospital in two days. I’ll send a message to your new phone an hour before I arrive. If anyone gets wind of where I’m going to be, they could make another attempt on my life. Wilson could have friends and my kids need their daddy.”

“I honestly think we have rounded up the worst of them Charlie. You should be safe.”

“Sorry Sophia, should be, and be, aren’t the same. You have only rounded up the ones connected to crimes. There could still be others.”
“What do you want to do when you meet him?”

“I’ll land on the roof and give him a quick trip to the moon and back. Do you think he’ll like that?”

“Who wouldn’t? That will cheer him up no end.”

“Got to rush ma’am, going a’moon. They want me to run my eye over the new spaceport they’ve built.”

After he hung up the Queen thought about what the UQ had lost. A space port, a fleet of mining ships, an endless supply of precious metals. All this was lost when the feminists governments suppressed the men and boys of the UQ.

This story is set after the events that happened in the final Chapter of Beverly Taff's The Feminine Queendom 90
She kindly gave her permission for me to continue with this storyline.

The Queen is pondering how they can use Peter's new found fame to help with the coming election, when she gets a call from Charlie Sage. Charlie wants to meet Peter.

The results of the latest poll came in. The UCEP would get 22% of the female vote, and 10% of the male vote. The feminist parties 28% of the female vote. The problem was 40% said they wouldn’t vote. Years of feminist rule had made many of the older women disinterested in politics. Very little changed for women, it just got worse for men.

The problem with the UCEP, was that all the candidates were women, and the men just couldn’t bring themselves to vote for a woman. Years of distrust meant that even though Em’s UCEP was promising to make things even better for them, they just wouldn’t vote for her.

It would be a close run thing. The Queen asked Em to come to see her at the palace to discuss ways to engage with the men.

“It’s so frustrating, Sophia. They won’t vote to keep themselves free."

“If you think about it Em. All their lives a woman could accuse them of anything and their word would be taken above a man’s. Men just stayed out of the way, they avoided us like we were poison. “

“I forget about the cities and the towns. The way you treated your men. All the ones that work for me were treated well. One of the reasons I left the army was because of the way the few men we had were treated. Girls can make good soldiers, but there’s only so much kit they can carry. “

“It’s a shame more women weren’t like you. What can we do though?”

“What about this Sage chap and his space ship. Can’t we make a big thing out of it? The future if you vote UCEP.”

“Well we can’t broadcast live because he still thinks his life is in danger, but we can probably have some press there when he returns. They could get some pictures of him on the front page, so the men can see true freedom is possible. He is currently the most important person in the world.”

“I know he’s a genuine genius Sophie, but sure not about the most important person in the world? Someone must be able to copy his design.”

“No, when he rescued me he told me it’s all in his head. The gravity engines are booby trapped. If you try to open one, it goes up. I am glad in a way. Can you imagine if China had this technology? Thousands of fighters and space ships. They would rule the world within a week.”

“I’ll clear it with Charlie. I shouldn’t think he’d mind.”

Later that day Charlie told her he did mind, but as it was in the cause of freedom for men, he would do it.

The cold stung Peter’s face as he waited alone on the roof of the hospital. He would be dropped off at a location in London to be disclosed to the FBC and one of the more liberal newspapers an hour before landing. Charlie thought that would be too soon to organize a proper assault.
Dawn 1 didn’t actually land. To Peter’s amazement, it simply dropped down and hovered above the roof. A ramp dropped down and he heard a voice say;

“Welcome aboard Dawn 1 Peter.”

Peter headed up the ramp to meet his hero. They shook hands and Peter was dumbstruck. He never thought that anything like this would ever happen. He had resigned himself to a life of dull drudgery and frustration. Now he was going into space.

“Oh wow, you really did cop it didn’ja.”

Peter turned to face a smiling, well built, well-armed, woman.

“This is Laura, Peter. As I’m doing a photo op. I felt I may need a little personal protection.”

Peter could see she was a calm, confident woman. He was glad she was on Charlie’s side.

“Laura do you mind doing the tea? It is your turn. You do want some don’t you Peter.”

It seemed unreal the Peter. On a real life spaceship being asked if he wanted a cup of tea.

“Yes please Laura. Milk, one sugar. If that’s OK?”

Laura beamed a smile and patted his shoulder.

“Yeah, your good mate, normal for you captain Sage Sir!”

She stood to attention, did a smart about turn and marched off.

“She great ain’t she? Come up front with me. I show you how I pilot her. “

Within a few moments the blue faded away into the black of space. Peter looked down on the earth awestruck.

“It looks so fragile from up here Charlie. It puts all the silly arguments we have in the UQ into perspective.”

“Yes I suppose it does. Never really thought about it. I spend so much time up here, the moon and the asteroid belt. I don’t think about it as profound.”

Laura sat down and nodded towards Charlie.

“He bit too practical to think like you Peter. Our Charlie see’s life as series of problems and solves them. You’re a bit of a philosopher aren’t you.”

“I just don’t understand why people don’t see it’s just us on this fragile ball of mud. There’s all this up here. We can do so much. We could be living on other planets. Spreading out into space. “

“Yeah mate, you’re definitely a philosopher.”

Charlie and Peter chatted while they headed to the moon. Charlie told Peter his story, about how he avoided feminization. Charlie was growing fond of Peter. He allowed him to take manual control of Dawn 1 as they orbited the moon.

“If the UCEP win, how would you like to captain one of the ships.”

“I would love to, but it’s not up to me.”

“No, it’s up to me. If they don’t like it, they don’t get the ships. I’m insisting that the crew is at least 50% male. If I see any back sliding in the treatment of men, the ships get disabled. “

“You like keeping control, don’t you Charlie. “

“It’s necessary Peter. Anyone that gets control of this technology could take over the world. Imagine if the feminista’s had it. The whole world would be under their heel.”

“Em told me the last government had plans to stop males being born. They wanted a female only country.”

“Complete morons. Who do they think kept the country running doing all the dirty, physically demanding jobs? Were they going to do them themselves? My friend Ronnie is a car mechanic. I intend to bring him to Australia as soon as I can. Do you know how many women work as mechanics? None. At least not civilians. “

“Em told me the whole system was built on hate. All they could do was make it worse for men. Did you know they planned to castrate every man that had a job that involved driving? I was due to be operated on, just after the government was ousted. “

“I heard. We follow the UQ news in Australia. I’m glad I could help. “

“You boys, always so concerned about you balls. I don’t see the fascination myself.”

“No Laura, and you never will.” Said Charlie.

They all laughed and Charlie showed Peter how to set the course back to earth. Charlie told the Queen they were going to set down on the roof of the old BBC television center. It had been turned into a feminist movement museum and was currently closed.

The ship landed and the crew of three disembarked. There were people from the FBC to video the event, and a few reporters.

“Mr Sage do you have anything to say to your mother country?”

“Yes, as a mother country UQ was the worse mother in the world. Raising a child in the knowledge he was inferior just because he was born male. Shame on you women that voted them in, and shame on you women that stood by and did nothing. These boys were your children. You have a chance now to put things right. Learn the lessons from the past. Look to Australia. Now the women and the men are starting to work together. If you do this a bright future is in front of you. You will be a space fairing nation.”

Peter smiled at him and nodded.

“What do you have to say Peter?”

“I have seen our planet from space today. Seen how fragile and lonely we are. All we have is each other. We can make it heaven or hell. Vote for UCEP, for a better fairer future. Men please trust me. Vote or go back to things as they were. This is your only chance. Vote to keep your future safe.”

“Can we get a picture of you shaking hands please?”

Laura moved to the edge of the roof out of the shot. She looked over the edge. There was around an 80ft drop to the ground. She saw a woman reach into an equipment bag. She drew out a pistol aimed and fired at Charlie.

Charlie had just leant forward to hear a question from a reporter. The bullet ricocheted off the Dawn 1’s hull and hit the reporter in the arm. Charlie looked across to where the sound of the gunshot came from.

He saw a woman in an FBC uniform aiming at him. She seemed to be concentrating, not wanting to miss a second time. Above the screams of the reporters he heard Laura.

“No you fucking don’t you bitch.”

Laura’s shout caused the shooter to half turned as she shot. The bullet went harmlessly over the ship.

The shooter turned to face Laura, but was too late. Laura punched her straight on the nose. Blood almost instantly started to flow. Her eyes blurred and her hands went up to protect her face. Laura grasped the wrist of the hand holding the pistol, and twisted.

“Ow, what’s wrong with you, you stupid cow. He’s a man. He deserves to die they all fucking do.”

The pistol fell to the floor, and Laura landed another blow to her jaw. Laura drew her pistol, cocked it and aimed for the fallen woman’s head.

“Laura don’t shoot her.” Peter said.

Laura looked at Charlie, who shook his head.

The woman looked up. Her face was a mess; her eyes were wild. As she sat up her wig fell off. One of the reporters said that it was the deputy prime minister from the previous government. Cynthia Brown.

“What’s wrong with all of you? That man is a menace to all women. Kill them both now. We can take over and get rid of that man loving bitch of a Queen.”

Peter moved towards her and she glowered at him.

“Cynthia, why do you hate men so much. What did they ever do to you?”

“You’re all just scum, not fit to breath. I’d like to strangle you all as babies. When we get back into power, there will never be another male born. They will all be aborted. The rest of the male filth will be rounded up and shot.”

She was almost frothing at the mouth as she said this. Laura hit her on the side of the head with her pistol and Cynthia collapsed back onto the ground.

Laura spotted the camera’s were still recording and decided to have some fun.

“G'day to all you sisters and brothers in the UQ. You just heard from the candidate from the feminist party. If that’s the bat shit crazy buggers you want ruling you? Well your welcome. I'm buggering off back to Oz. Coming Charlie?”

Charlie smiled and laughed at that.

“You do remember Laura, she’s my ship. I’m the Captain.”

“You owe me now mate. Just you wait and see what I want for saving your life.”

“Hey, I had drawn my side arm Laura, I’m a big boy you know.”

“Yeah, so Chloe says.”

"Did she? What's she say?"

They climbed the ramp into Dawn 1. As he passed Peter, Charlie patted his back.

“Good luck with the election, if it all goes wrong I’ll come get you. I don’t think it will after they show that little show on the telly.“

As the ramp closed Peter heard Charlie say;

“What did Chole say about me Laura?”

He was sure he heard her laugh as it sealed. The ship silently rose from the roof and accelerated into space.

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