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Like all Asharan males, Daniel had lived for the first 18 years of his life in a simulation of Earth in the early 21st century. He had studied hard at school and was preparing to go to university, but on the morning of his 18th birthday, the simulation ended, and he was awoken to the truth:

Daniel is not on Earth, but has in fact been grown in a 'factory' on a colony world of the Asharan Empire. The Asharan Empire is dominated by women, and all males are slaves. Daniel must serve his mistress well, or when he dies she will upload his mind to a simulated 'hell' where he will suffer for eternity (see Femdom World 5 for more about that).

Daniel is a specialised variety of male - only 7 centimetres tall, and was grown to be sold as part of a board game set along with 199 other miniature males. Daniel and the other 'pawns' are placed in stasis while they are packaged and shipped.

When Daniel awakes, he his fellow pawns have been dumped in a pile on the table of a spacious living room, naked except for tight chastity cages. Two women are sitting at opposite ends of the table. Daniel knows these are ordinary-sized women, but to Daniel they seem like giantesses.

One of the women - with dark blonde hair and wearing white lingerie - speaks. 'Males. Separate yourselves into two groups. Lighter-skinned males stand on my side of the table. Darker-skinned males, stand on my girlfriend's side.'

The males begin separating into two groups. Daniel and the other lighter-skinned males gather in front of the dark blonde woman. She addresses them, 'Congratulations, males. You have the honour of fighting for me'.

The woman at the other end of the table giggles, playing with her brown hair as she speaks to the helpless males, 'We're going to play a game where you males fight each other to the death. The game will continue until either one army is completely eliminated, or until 45 minutes have elapsed, at which point the army with the most surviving soldiers will be declared victorious.'

The dark blonde woman speaks again. 'You males are naturally warlike and aggressive, so this kind of fighting should come naturally to you. But just to give you a bit more motivation, any male who dies in combat will be uploaded to Asharan hell. And don't think you can just run down the clock, because if 45 minutes elapse, any surviving soldiers in the defeated army will be killed and uploaded to Asharan hell.'

The women place several sewing cushions on the table, each with a number of sewing needles sticking out of it. 'Come now males, choose your weapons' says the brown-haired woman. 'Don't worry - the game mat is wipe clean so feel free to go all out.'

Daniel goes to one of the sewing cushions to select a needle. His hands are shaking. Surely this can't be happening to him. He was supposed to be going to university in the autumn. He looks around and sees that most of the other males are just as terrified - many crying or sobbing. Daniel starts to hyperventilate as he struggles to pull out the needle, but one of the males puts a hand on Daniel's shoulder to reassure him.

The brown-haired woman speaks again. 'Now, I'm going to toss a coin to see which side starts with an advantage. Heads, the advantage is mine.'

The brown-haired woman wins the coin toss. 'This means I get to eliminate one member of the opposing army, but who shall I pick?'

She reaches over the table and lightly inspects a few of the males with her fingers as she ponders which one to select. She briefly runs tip of her index fingernail up Daniel's torso, and Daniel stiffens with terror, but her hand passes by him.

Finally, the woman's hand stops at one of the males, and she picks him up by his head. It's the male who had placed his hand on Daniel's shoulder. 'This is my selection,' she declares.

The woman then takes one of the sewing pins and skewers the male several times through the torso. He falls down in agony, and the woman rolls him from side to side with her fingertip. His screams grow louder as she plays with his writhing body.

'The game mat has been covered with a layer of salt,' she giggles. 'It will sting your wounds and make your deaths even more enjoyable to watch'.

When the male's screams subside, the woman picks up his almost lifeless body, and places it inside her mouth, devouring him in one gulp.

'It also adds to your flavour,' she says with a giggle.

The dark blonde woman speaks to her soldiers. 'Our army is now one soldier down, which means you'll need to kill at least two enemy soldiers to avoid Asharan hell. Of course, you should be trying to kill a lot more than that. She licks her lips. 'Especially since I'll be eating all the males you kill.'

The brown-haired woman sticks her tongue out. Daniel can see the blood of the dead male - the male who had tried to comfort him - dripping from it. 'Let the battle commence,' she says.

Description

Like all Asharan males, Daniel had lived for the first 18 years of his life in a simulation of Earth in the early 21st century. He had studied hard at school and was preparing to go to university, but on the morning of his 18th birthday, the simulation ended, and he was awoken to the truth:

Daniel is not on Earth, but has in fact been grown in a 'factory' on a colony world of the Asharan Empire. The Asharan Empire is dominated by women, and all males are slaves. Daniel must serve his mistress well, or when he dies she will upload his mind to a simulated 'hell' where he will suffer for eternity (see Femdom World 5 for more about that).

Daniel is a specialised variety of male - only 7 centimetres tall, and was grown to be sold as part of a board game set along with 199 other miniature males. Daniel and the other 'pawns' are placed in stasis while they are packaged and shipped.

When Daniel awakes, he his fellow pawns have been dumped in a pile on the table of a spacious living room, naked except for tight chastity cages. Two women are sitting at opposite ends of the table. Daniel knows these are ordinary-sized women, but to Daniel they seem like giantesses.

One of the women - with dark blonde hair and wearing white lingerie - speaks. 'Males. Separate yourselves into two groups. Lighter-skinned males stand on my side of the table. Darker-skinned males, stand on my girlfriend's side.'

The males begin separating into two groups. Daniel and the other lighter-skinned males gather in front of the dark blonde woman. She addresses them, 'Congratulations, males. You have the honour of fighting for me'.

The woman at the other end of the table giggles, playing with her brown hair as she speaks to the helpless males, 'We're going to play a game where you males fight each other to the death. The game will continue until either one army is completely eliminated, or until 45 minutes have elapsed, at which point the army with the most surviving soldiers will be declared victorious.'

The dark blonde woman speaks again. 'You males are naturally warlike and aggressive, so this kind of fighting should come naturally to you. But just to give you a bit more motivation, any male who dies in combat will be uploaded to Asharan hell. And don't think you can just run down the clock, because if 45 minutes elapse, any surviving soldiers in the defeated army will be killed and uploaded to Asharan hell.'

The women place several sewing cushions on the table, each with a number of sewing needles sticking out of it. 'Come now males, choose your weapons' says the brown-haired woman. 'Don't worry - the game mat is wipe clean so feel free to go all out.'

Daniel goes to one of the sewing cushions to select a needle. His hands are shaking. Surely this can't be happening to him. He was supposed to be going to university in the autumn. He looks around and sees that most of the other males are just as terrified - many crying or sobbing. Daniel starts to hyperventilate as he struggles to pull out the needle, but one of the males puts a hand on Daniel's shoulder to reassure him.

The brown-haired woman speaks again. 'Now, I'm going to toss a coin to see which side starts with an advantage. Heads, the advantage is mine.'

The brown-haired woman wins the coin toss. 'This means I get to eliminate one member of the opposing army, but who shall I pick?'

She reaches over the table and lightly inspects a few of the males with her fingers as she ponders which one to select. She briefly runs tip of her index fingernail up Daniel's torso, and Daniel stiffens with terror, but her hand passes by him.

Finally, the woman's hand stops at one of the males, and she picks him up by his head. It's the male who had placed his hand on Daniel's shoulder. 'This is my selection,' she declares.

The woman then takes one of the sewing pins and skewers the male several times through the torso. He falls down in agony, and the woman rolls him from side to side with her fingertip. His screams grow louder as she plays with his writhing body.

'The game mat has been covered with a layer of salt,' she giggles. 'It will sting your wounds and make your deaths even more enjoyable to watch'.

When the male's screams subside, the woman picks up his almost lifeless body, and places it inside her mouth, devouring him in one gulp.

'It also adds to your flavour,' she says with a giggle.

The dark blonde woman speaks to her soldiers. 'Our army is now one soldier down, which means you'll need to kill at least two enemy soldiers to avoid Asharan hell. Of course, you should be trying to kill a lot more than that. She licks her lips. 'Especially since I'll be eating all the males you kill.'

The brown-haired woman sticks her tongue out. Daniel can see the blood of the dead male - the male who had tried to comfort him - dripping from it. 'Let the battle commence,' she says.