Backstory: In the aftermath of a disease that decimated the population of the world a strange phenomenon occurred in which the birth rate of males dropped to near zero. The first few generations after the fact were done under a patriarchal society in which men were on top and women were only used for breeding. This eventually failed due to conflicts between the few remaining males threatening to push the human race to the point of extinction. A worldwide coup occurred led by the women of the populations and overnight the patriarchy was overturned. In order to ensure that such an event would never happen again the remaining males were designated to be used as breeders and conditioned to be submissive, however this only worked so well due to the natural dominance that some men were born with.

A few men were spared the fate of being breeders since they agreed to work on a solution to the problem of natural male dominance or the end of the majority female birth phenomenon. The result was a generation of males, coined “Cattle” and a set of free males coined “Bulls.” The difference being one group had more freedoms and were allowed to maintain their dominance and the former being naturally submissive and used as breeders. Naturally certain societies rejected this and tried their best to maintain an equal gender government.

After years of relative peace a new disease emerged from the matriarchal societies dubbed “The Succubus Disease.” The reason for the disease being named as such was due to the fact that it only effected females and the cure, or at least what they claimed to be the cure, was male semen. This is where the world took a very strange turn. Lifespans of those infected by the disease who ingested semen increased and their physical ages seemingly regressed to those of a late teen. Their libidos accelerated and gestation periods became shorted with no side effects whatsoever on the children. But by far the strangest effect was mental, societies of women who claimed to be neutral or even subservient took a dramatic turn to becoming domineering. Overnight the entire world developed into a matriarchy.

The previous facilities designed to increase birth rates to beat the low odds of male births were revamped to be semen collection facilities. But males who were born of a woman infected by Succubus, while still retaining their submissive nature, naturally sought out freedom. It was discovered that the nature of men who were exposed to these women, Succubi, required a form of intimacy that they naturally sought out. So, the succubi got to work developing a line of mechanized capturing and caring system. Since there was no way to tell who would develop differently than the other males it was decided the best way to figure it out would be to wait for a male to try and escape.

Once a male escaped a drone would be sent to intercept. The design was arachnid, the large body chosen to house a variety of instruments to safely and efficiently pacify any escapee. The method of hunting and restraining taking after members of the arachnid family, specifically spider and scorpion. Nanomachines, a new technology that allows for better control of the person they’re injected into, or “Magic” as they were called, are injected via a stinger that is normally hidden in the abdomen of the Arachnid drone.

But by far the most impressive feat was the figure attached to the “head” of the arachnid body. From the distance it would look like a woman riding in a machine, but up close it’s easy to tell that the body is attached to the arachnid exoskeleton. Using information learned from years of research into maximizing the efficiency of milking semen, the android body attached to the arachnid drone is thought by some to only be described as “Aphrodite” a being of pure beauty. And with her gentle, caring personality to overshadow whatever fear is caused by the arachnid drone’s lower half, not a single man has escaped her.

Story: You don’t know who you are. The first thing you can remember is waking up one day. You were aware that the room you were in was comfy but you had nothing to weigh it against. This was common. The world around you that you were allowed to interact with was faintly labeled as “good” in your mind but once again you knew that you knew nothing else. You did everything that was asked of you without question. Wake up, eat, allow yourself to be examined, sleep.

One day you found yourself somewhere different, it was a similar room that was almost like the one you first woke up in except for a sensation in the back of your mind that something was not the same. A woman entered your room and for the first time you realized that you had never seen another person, at least not until now. She was beautiful and that made you nervous but also obedient. She led you to a white room with an examination table at the center. You quickly lied down on the table.

What followed was a more intense examination and when you thought that she was finished you felt something attach to your crotch, something that started sucking. This continued until you reached orgasm, and you passed out. This continued for multiple days until once again you woke up in a different location. This time a new woman greeted you. You followed her into a room with a chair in the center of it. She said nothing until you sat down, and your arms and legs were quickly fastened to the chair. As she walked out the room you faintly heard the words “Start milking” before the door shut.

Various machines that you had no concept of emerged from the chair, some sucking, some rubbing, some binding. You were frightened, but above all else there was a sensation that something was missing. There was something that you had to find, something that would make this moment easier for you. This continued for days until one day you couldn’t take it anymore and when a woman greeted you at your door you shoved your way past her and ran.

You don’t know what you expected, alarms? People trying to catch you? But nothing happened, they let you run and run you did. You found yourself in a factory-like setting. Large cells held the sights that you had become accustomed to and in each one another man was going about their daily lives, waking up, eating, being examined or milked. Monitoring and interacting with each cell was a woman, each large and impossibly beautiful. This sight overwhelmed you, it wasn’t fear that you felt it was panic, you had no idea what you were looking at or the implications that this had for you. And the women who momentarily looked away from their duties to observe you had nothing but pity in their eyes, the other women paid you no mind as if this had happened a thousand times before.

Eventually you make your way out of the facility and start running. You run until you’re tired, until your legs give out. The night’s chill breathing against your naked skin. Whatever you were looking for it wasn’t here, and you started to cry. Fatigue, desperation, loneliness, it all began to pile up and you felt absolutely helpless.

Suddenly you felt yourself shoved down. A tight binding wrapped around your body. You tried to break free but you couldn’t so you tried to at least sit up but whatever had wrapped up your body stuck to the ground restricting your already restrained body. You could hear something approaching, numerous tapping sounds like something pointy was constantly poking the ground. A mechanical limb hit the ground inches from your face, you tried to look up but couldn’t move your head enough. The leg pressed against your binding and rolled you over. You could see a giant, spider like body, but on top of it was the body of a woman.

Conflicted feelings filled your body. On one hand, the body terrified you, but on the other the woman gave off an aura of calmness. She uses her two front legs to grab your body and quickly brings you up to her. She’s so tall that you have to look up to meet her eyes despite being pressed against you. You feel as two warm arms wrap around you and you know that this is what you were looking for.

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“It is not normal that men flee the facility. The basic urges that my creators programmed into you should keep you in line, but it would appear that whatever created the Succubus Disease made it interact with the parts of male genetic code that were designed to make them subservient. Instead of a male being subservient to every succubus or the system itself. A carrier male has an urge to imprint on an individual succubus. That is why I am here. Once you imprint onto me the negative emotions that forced you to flee will be extinguished and to do that I must be the one to milk you.”

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The Script