Contains: Femdom, Female-Dominated Society, (Mixed & Female) Fighting, Pegging, Castration (Implied) This story is in Aeonia, a world where women rule through the power of strange crystals: Moon-Shards. No matter how much a woman travels, she will never stop seeing new and interesting things in this wonderful world. This is a first-hand experience, since no other woman in the history of Aeonia has travelled as much as I have. I have been to the golden coasts of Narinthia, where my Lady had ordered me to explore all of Mother Earth in her name. I have been through the cold mountains of Bathoria, I have fought dragons and spoken with witches. I kept exploring Aeonia into the lands of the Thrice-Crowned-Queen, and then the nation of the Giantesses. I have seen the endless desert of Alshaia, the swamps of Ukbata and the jungles of Aravata. Many Panther-Skins, males and wild beasts have fallen by my hand. My encyclopedia of the Southern Continent was complete when I passed through the Great Desert. I thought that nothing would surprise me, but Nora Shivran made me see the error of my ways. However, most of you would probably know Nora as the Castratrix. Really, this habit of hers, taking the manhood off her boys, made her famous across Aravata, but I didn’t meet her there. Instead, We had a random encounter east of the Great Desert, in a huge savannah called Kithu. While searching for a rare type of bird in the savannah, a herd of forty wild men attacked me. I was all alone as usually, so had to run away to evade them. These men, however, were not the usual dumb idiots I used to deal with all that time. Their cunning was like the demons of the north. They managed to surround me, so I had to fight them all alone, armed with just a Moon-Shard blade. I prayed to the 28 Goddesses, and decided to die bravely like my mothers, and their mothers before them. Without regret, I accepted my fate with pride. My time to die, however, was not that day. Cries replaced the male laughter from behind their lines. They looked back, just like I did. That’s when I first saw the Castratrix. Taller than the tallest man, on one hand she held a sword and on the other a whip. Her dark skin was shining under the morning light. The first male who dared attack her was cut in half by her sword, the chest of the second one was scarred by her long whip. More women, armed in every kinds of weapons, emerged from behind Castratrix and charged the male barbarians. I followed their example and charged as well. The battle was fierce and chaotic, but within this chaos there was one and only figure that stood over the rest. The Castratrix, invincible like a goddess among women, spread death and fear among any poor boy who dared oppose her. In mere seconds we had killed twenty men, wounded ten more and the rest of them were kneeling and kissing our bloodied boots. There was not even a single wounded woman. Our victory was that humiliating that Castratrix let the prisoners live. The wounded were left in the savannah for the hyenas. I, as well, was kneeling among the corpses of men. I wasn’t wounded or anything, but my scare was enough to startle even the most brave heroine. In front of me stood the Castratrix herself, who offered me her hand. I got up, and recognized in her brown eyes a content gaze. She had a slight smile on her bloodied face. Despite being taller than everyone in the battle, she wasn’t as huge as I imagined during the fight. However, her ripped body and her strong, yet long arms showed that she wasn’t like most other women. Maybe she was a half-giantess, like the great women of the south. Her leather pants were torn at her knees and hips, but she wasn’t scarred or wounded there. A red and white semi-transparent veil was worn over her bra. Her abs and strong arms, which were not covered by any clothes, were shining from the sweat under the morning sun. “It seems you owe us your life”, she said. I lost myself in her teasing smile. “Follow me”, she ordered “from now on, you’re with me”. I tried to tell her that I was on a very important quest, but she had already turned her back on me. Her warriors started looting the bodies around me. They searched the men for valuable stuff, even though ferals like them rarely have anything of note. I have never seen a more multicultural band of warrior women in my life. Some were tall and blonde, like the northern knights, others were short easterners. Most of them, though, were black-skinned women, probably from Aravata or Ukbata. Before I could move on, these warriors started castrating the dead and the wounded males on the battlefield. Some even cut off their dicks. There were only a few women, most of them younger, who tied up the prisoners. I believe these men wouldn’t survive for long, and neither would I if I didn’t follow the Castratrix. I got up from the bloodied grass and followed her. Her warriors stayed on the battlefield, apart from two of the Castratrix’ officers who escorted us. The first was a short topless woman with long green hair. There were two orange fox ears emerging from them, and from her back four long fox tails were spinning calmly. She was a Kitsune, a local, and considering her four tails she must have been quite well off. I wondered how she wound up in such a bizarre group. Her weapons of choice were two short swords, like I did before I lost the first one. The other officer was a lot more intimidating. About two meters tall and very beefy, this woman looked like a castle of muscle and strength. She was entirely bald. Her clothes looked like rags and veils tied on her body and pants. A huge battle-axe was on her back. Being between these two women, I had no choice but to follow their lead. We walked about two hours in the savannah and reached a settlement made of red and white tents, with about a hundred people. I noticed women moving around, but no men whatsoever. I saw a couple carriages with cages full of tied men inside. From the very first look, I realized that this was a highly matriarchal and misandrist society. Near the settlement there were sheep, horses and other herd animals cared by younger women. It looked a lot more active up close. Everyone was working hard, and that could be seen from the sweat and the walk of those women – even though it was still morning. As soon as the Castratrix entered the settlement, all women around her knelt and kissed the grass she walked on. She just walked on without even giving them a glance. Soon enough, we reached her tent, which was a lot more decorated than the others. There were trophies, mainly testicles and male genitals, hanging from the poles of the tent or held by slaves, like living decorations of their mistress. They instantly kissed the ground when they saw her, but she didn’t even notice them, like nobody notices a table when they walk in a room. I followed her inside the tent, while her two officers guarded the entrance. The inside was as magnificent as the outside. A colorful carpet was the first thing one sees when she enters. A bone throne stood at the middle behind a campfire. Again, there were three chained men around the throne, but they were different from the others. Firstly, they were castrated, hairless and extremely thin. On each of their collars dozens of testicles were hanging together like grapes, with two of them probably being their own. On the left there was the chieftess’ bed, and on the right there was a smooth iron sphere as big as the bed with four rings on its base. The Castratrix sat on her throne of bone, and gestured me to sit beside her on a pillow. Before doing that, I knelt and kissed the carpet in front of her feet, just like the rest of the women before me. I didn’t see any reaction, so I sat on the pillow she showed me. While I did that, the men around her started kissing her feet and licking the body from her weapons. All three of them were from different lands. The one was a westerner, the other a southerner and the last one was an easterner. As all skin colors, white, black and pale respectively, were kissing her feet, she showed that she had humiliated every nation of man. Her bone throne was, as well, decorated with various trophies, not only male genitals. There were skulls, swords and tattered flags, too. From the hundreds of thrones I have seen, not many of them were as intimidating as this one. “What are you, black-hairs?” she asked, ignoring the slaves that served her. That was so normal for her, I thought, that she didn’t even notice them. She must have inspired so much fear in their hearts, that no one would even think to resist. “Can’t you speak?” she asked again, this time more authoritatively. I started shaking. “My name is Mina Nementhia” I said, “I’m a historian from the far-away Narinthia, and my mistress has ordered me to explore all of Aeonia and write the most complete encyclopedia of our world. I am sworn to…” “I asked you one question and you answer twenty” she cut me off, “I don’t care about your name or how you got here. Pretend like the old Mina died two hours ago. She was caught by the males, raped and fed to their lions. That’s what happened. In front of me there is no Mina, but Babblie. Babblie is a woman who wants to prove to me that she respects me and values the life I gifted her. Now, you must tell me how I can use Babblie, who happens to be a historian, in my hunt” I was at a loss. I didn’t know what to answer, but her gaze was so intimidating that I could tell her anything she wanted. “I know how to fight” I suggested. “Alrighty then! Tonight we will see how well you fight, so I can know if you have what it takes. Baldie!” she shouted. The bald officer entered instantly the tent. “Take Babblie outta here and go for sightseeing. I wanna know what she is up to ‘till nightfall” The bald officer, who was obviously named Baldie by the Castratrix, led me out of the chieftess’ tent toward the edges of the settlement. Despite her menacing look, Baldie was smiling to me and moved in a playful way. “Well, Babblie” she told me, “Welcome to the Castratrix’ Wolfpack. Today we will see how good you are, so that we may prove useful. You said you knew how to fight?” “A little…” I answered with my eyes fixed on the tents and cells around me. “Can you tell me what all these tents and cells are for?” I asked. “Of course, we live there. We don’t spend a lot of time in them, though. Most tents can accommodate three women, maybe four if there’s a kid. The cells are for the men. Most of them had their tendons cut off when they got here, so that they cannot stand up. The important stuff, though, is over there. Follow me.” That I did, mainly because I felt like a prisoner to her despite her friendly words. However, she didn’t speak until we reached our destination, letting me take in everything around me. Women from various tribes, ages and occupations were working like a well-oiled machine. Sometimes I could find women armed with whips, who were probably there to keep order – something both men and women needed. In some minutes of walking and watching this weird society, a smell of cooked meat dominated my senses. Indeed, a cooking station was in front of me, where older women were cooking sheep. Baldie turned to me with a big smile like a little girl. “I took you to the best damn place of the camp first” she said. “Pottie!” she shouted at a fat old cook, “When will the food be ready?” “Fuck you, Baldie!” she answered angrily, with sweat pouring down her face. “When you hear the bell it will be ready! Stop asking the same question every goddess-damned day!” “Love you too!” Baldie laughed, and nodded me to follow her again. “Don’t let her get the best of you, Babblie. Pottie has a heart of gold. In my opinion, she is the best cook in Aeonia. Her special dishes: sheep with onions, sheep with lemon and sheep-soup are so tasty.” I giggled at her childlike behavior. I really couldn’t believe that such an intimidating-looking woman would be so friendly. “Or maybe you really like sheep” I teased her, and she jokingly raised her shoulders. The next stop at our ‘sightseeing with Baldie was obvious to tell from the sound of it. It was a big red tent with testicles and penises hanged on its spires. Moans of both men and women could be heard from inside. “Another cool place in our camp is the Tent” she said as she closed her eye. “Here you can relax, or you can breed if you want. You don’t need to pay, but the Chieftess lets us get in a number of times each week – depending on how much we worked. If you want to have a kid, the chieftess will have to let you first. A lass was whipped hard for getting pregnant without her permission” “Why?” I asked, “Aren’t there enough men for all of us?” Baldie put her giant hand on my shoulder. “First of all, there are never enough men” she laughed, “And secondly, what we do need is more animals. We need to have a good ratio of women, boys, horses and sheep. If we breed too much, there will not be enough food for all of us. Remember, our goal is to kick the Necromancer’s ass, not get ourselves a family.” I didn’t know who the Necromancer was, not why she told me all this. She was acting like the story of her Chieftess was a myth, the Castratrix a living legend and the Necromancer the evil antagonist of a true story. I didn’t ask her about this, however, since I couldn’t tell if she was truly friendly or she was just testing me. She showed me more places of the camp, like the Temple, the armory and various farms. We were walking for about an hour when we reached our final destination: the barracks. It was nothing more than some training grounds of grass and wooden weapons all around. About ten or so women were sparring with each other. Baldie’s face shone even more than when we were at the cooking tent. She walked at the centre of the training grounds and grabbed a wooden war-axe. Without telling me a word, I realized what I should do and took a wooden sword from the ground. She took off the veil that covered her big breasts and threw it behind her. I could see clearly her sweaty and swarthy abs under them. “Let’s see what you got” she said menacingly. Her blue eyes shone with excitement. I stood in my battle stance. My feet were no longer trembling. I rushed at her. She parried my sword. She attacked me with the pommel of her huge axe. I evaded it, and got behind her. I kicked her. She fell, but stood up with even brighter and excited eyes than before. I feinted a hit on her head and hit her on the feet. Her smile disappeared. I hit her again. She parried and hit me on the face. I fell, and she started kicking me mercilessly until I jumped away. All the women around us were watching. A circle of them all formed around us, preventing any escape. Baldie cracked her neck. She charged at me, but this time I failed to evade her. Her wooded axe hit my tummy. I crumbled down. I couldn’t breathe, while a scary cough made me drop my weapon. I felt like I was on the ground for two minutes. Baldie sat on my chest with her legs on my arms. She pounded me non-stop with her punches until I couldn’t even cough. Then, she stood up victorious over me. “Good enough, Babblie” she said, “Now we spar unarmed” I got up, extremely tired. Yet, I believed that I could stop her from beating me so badly like she did before. I was better at unarmed combat. Baldie dropped her hands and showed me her cheeks tauntingly. I feinted a punch, yet I kicked her feet. She dropped down. I kicked her again in the belly. Before I could grapple her, she shoved me back and got up. She tried to charge at me like she did before, but this time I was ready. I evaded her punch and hit her between her breasts. She couldn’t breathe. I jumped and grappled her head between my feet. I stood on my hands with my head towards the ground, having hers locked up in my grapple. With a spin I dropped her down. A big thud sounded in the entire barracks. She was trying to catch her breath while I was squeezing her neck. “I won!” I thought, happier than ever. “You want me to stop now, Baldie?” I told her, “Tell me, and I will…” Her punch on my face stopped my boasting. My legs slackened and she got her chance to escape. She started hitting me on my face and belly. Her punches were fast and strong. My arms couldn’t protect me from her attacks, no matter how much I tried. She put my neck between her legs. She stood up. I was facing her breasts, while the rest of my body was locked up behind hers. My waist was bending like a bow, and it was hurting like hell. Her sweaty legs were well around my neck. They squeezed and squeezed and squeezed. My hands could only slip on her powerful sweaty muscles of her legs. The last thing I remember before passing out was her victorious smile over me.   The midday sun shone between my eyelids. I woke up on the grass of the barracks. Baldie wasn’t there, and neither was anyone else. I got up, curious as to where everyone went. I walked to the cooking tent. However, there weren’t any women in the tents or working outside. The only thing I could hear was the mumbling of the boys in their tight cells. “Is there anyone here?” I shouted, but no one answered. Having no other choice, I walked to the Castratrix’ tent. On the threshold of her tent a big wooden platform was built, which wasn’t there the first time I got there. On top of it there was a table full of delicious food, sweets and salads. The Castratrix was standing beside it, who was eating calmly like nothing was wrong. Before I could even asked what was going on, she whistled and nodded me to join her. I did, and behind me hundreds of women exited the tents around me. They had been completely silent, waiting for me patiently. They slowly surrounded the platform, watching me with a serious and strict look. The Castratrix, without saying a word, gave me a cup full of a thick white liquid. Its smell made me sick. It had the scent of sperm, milk and meat. Among the people, I noticed Baldie. She closed her eye with a faint smile, maybe proud of me. I knew the women around me wouldn’t hurt me if I didn’t drink it, but I felt like I had to do it. I took a deep breath and downed it in one go. Its flavor was as bad as its smell. I almost puked. Then, I started feeling dizzy. The table changed colors. Everything changed colors. I felt like the sun was nomore. No light at all. The only thing I felt on my bare skin was the silver moonlight and a strange unquenchable thirst. Under the platform the crowd shouted “Woman Again! Woman Again! Woman Again!” The Castratrix gave me something to eat, and I downed it again. I ate like a wolf, yet I wasn’t hungry. Just this weird thirst. I begged for water, but she refused. I kept eating and eating until I almost fell down from thirst. The Castratrix, maybe calmer than before, squatted and took three items from under the table. It was a knife, a circular medallion and a strapon. She put them on the table, among the empty dishes I had left. She first gave me the knife. It was made of pure Moon-Shard. The material was purer than my blade, which was the purest I had seen up until now. But this small crescent knife was so sharp that I could cut steel as easily as a kitchen knife could cut bread. Its color was something else. Despite its simple design, the blade shone faint silver light. I felt joy just by watching it, like all kinds of pure Moon-Shard does to women. “By the strength of the Moon, may this New Woman bring the End of Patriarchy on Mother Earth”, the Castratrix whispered. When she gave me the round medallion, I realized it wasn’t what I thought it was. Actually, it was a stiff and wrinkled testicle with a noose on it. Something was carved on it. It looked like a skull, but it was far too small to recognize the design. It must have been the insignia of the Castratrix, I thought. The noose was big enough to put it around my neck, which the Castratrix did to me. The feeling of a defeated man’s skin on my body gave me shivers – shivers of joy, delight and triumph. “By the beauty of the Moon, may this New Woman get rich from the goods of Mother Earth”, she whispered again. Before I could even touch it, the Castratrix grabbed the strapon and held it in front of me. It was made of wood, smooth and rounded on its tip. It was about 20 cm long. It wasn’t colored or had any marks except for the skull insignia on its base. The wood had a leather base which was connected with two thick leather straps. The Castratrix, almost ceremoniously, put it on me. She whispered: “By the wisdom of the Moon, may this New Woman rule over man in the entirety of Mother Earth” With a move fast as lightning, she pulled a man from under the table. She slapped him, and he woke up from his sleep. It was a skinny blonde male, about 20 years old. His skin was very pale, like he hadn’t been out in the sun for years. He wore nothing except of a iron collar with his mistress’ insignia on it.  His teary blue eyes looked at me full of fear. He was shaking. The Castratrix shoved him face down on the table. “Fuck him” she ordered me, and I obeyed her with all my heart. His white ass was perfectly round, his waist thin and his back clean and hairless. His genitals were hanging between his open skinny feet. He wouldn’t use them today. The man tried to crawl away from me, but I grabbed his foot. I pulled him to me. He was moving his feet and arms hopelessly. His cries were in an unknown language, his home far-far away. He was pulling back, closing his feet and all around resisting me. I couldn’t get the strapon in. “Fuck him! Fuck him!” the women around me shouted. I punched him at his ribs. He didn’t stop. I grabbed his shoulder with my right arm and locked his arm. At the same time, I kicked his balls. He screamed in pain. He was weak. I locked his wrists under my right hand. With my left hand free and his arms held tightly behind his back, I could finally do what I had to. First I examined the strapon on my waist. It was smooth, lubed and long – it would enter him nicely. I caressed his white ass, feeling the smoothness of his weak body. I bended over him. My breasts touched his pale back, while my black hair covered his teary face. “There is no point resisting” I whispered in his ear. “Everything’s over. Accept your place in Our World”. I stayed over his body to give him some time. He eventually looked like he calmed down. His quick breathing got slower and his screams of terror became a silent weep. I pushed the strapon in him at 5 cm. He screamed out of his lungs. He started moving his legs like crazy, trying to escape. Despite the merciless pounding of the strapon in his ass, he kept resisting. “Everything’s over!” I shouted, “Submit!” His balls and dick were dangling left and right from his frantic movement. I got angry. I hate men who resist. With my left hand I grabbed his balls. His male scream of pain was drowned in the triumphant shouts of the women around us. “Fuck him! Fuck him!” my ecstatic sisters kept motivating me. Pound after pound, more and more centimeters of the strapon were entering inside him. Squeeze after squeeze, more and more of his screams were turning into moans of submission. I left his arms free, but I started slapping his white ass. It turned red in just two smacks. He didn’t resist anymore. He has submitted. But that wasn’t enough. Soon, all 20 centimeters of my strapon were inside him and mercilessly pounding his weak soul, while I was wringing his balls out inside my palm. Sweat was all over my eyes. The only thing I could see was the male’s red ass going back and forth under my strapon’s fury. In just a couple more minutes, every faint movement of resistance was lost. He didn’t ever react to my pounding, apart from his ass-cheeks making way to my strapon. He had passed out. I slowly removed my strapon. His ass-hole had widened, his ass turned red from my slaps and his balls dangling defeated between his open legs. Just a piece of meat. The Castratrix, laughing for the first time in front of me, gave me a cup of water. I drank it all immediately, while the women under the platform cheered me on. Among her laughs, the Castratrix nodded them to stop. “I welcome a new sister in our Pack. May she bring us glory, victory and a lot of balls for our collection. For now, though, she owes me two” she pointed at the balls of the passed out man. I laughed out loud, just like every woman around me. “I name you Emasculatrix, for this awesome show! But, since no one has the time to say that big of a name, we will call you Trix!” With my strapon on my waist, the wrinkled ball-medallion on my chest and the Moon-Shard knife in hand, I descended the platform and greeted my new sisters. In all my travels, I hadn’t lived an initiation ritual as astonishing and fun as this!