Interstellar Gynarchy

A single chapter story, for once!

What would happen if an advanced civilisation discovered Earth? Would we survive or be assimilated?

An artificially evolved female from an ancient, interstellar Gynarchy discovers Earth after a temporal and spatial wormhole incident propelled her spacecraft tens of millennia into our future from her own war torn reality.

Tags : sci fi, mind control, femdom, genetic modification, transgender, BDSM, fetish, lesbian, feminisation

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Things could always be worse. I, Qieshca, could be dead or captured. Even being stuck on a backwater planet was an improvement on either of those two alternatives. The thought of how close I had been to death or capture and slavery, sent shivers through me. An attempted slingshot around a wormhole and transition to hyperspace had gone slightly awry.

Stellar analysis indicated I was tens of thousands of years into the future and hundreds of light years from my departure point. Time dilation effects combined with hyperspace travel were a problem when tampering with wormholes. Not that there was any other choice, outnumbered and outgunned by unmanned enemy Patriarchy drone warships.

I was a warrior/technical specialist. Although I wasn't a specialist ship engineer, due to the nature of my deployment operating behind enemy lines I was a competent generalist. Thanks to my AI, macrobots and nanobots, I was sure that ship repairs could proceed, albeit slowly. Several crucial atomic isotopes were in critically short supply and with extensive repairs required, this was a problem.

If the Gynarchy was extant, I would surely be a primitive, ancient specimen. Hopefully they would upgrade me to current spec genetics! A lot can happen in a century, let alone millennia. But, no coms, no signals... no evidence of either the Gynarchy, the Patriarchy or any advanced society.

Perhaps they had evolved? Transcended and left the material universe behind?

Or they were using advanced communications technology I couldn't access or detect?

Or they had somehow exterminated each other?

But my AI could detect no signs of any advanced civilisation.

A Dyson sphere civilisation might be difficult to detect, although the AI advised that even such an advanced civilisation would leave thermal and radiation signatures. And stars on the galactic map don't just disappear in that short a time scale, as they would if hidden by a Dyson sphere. Several other increasingly unlikely scenarios were proposed by the AI which I rejected. Fuck. I was alone! Possibly the sole survivor of the Gynarchy.

The Gynarchy was, or had been, in a conflict between the Patriarchy. No holds barred, no quarter given, kill or capture on sight. We had been on a war footing for decades with neither side able to gain a strategic advantage. All combat, tactics and strategy were AI driven. Both side's AI's were as good as the others, with strict controls against rampant and runaway AI. It was a war at every level: espionage, cyber, AI, weapons, genetics, virus, etc. Both sides had resorted to anti-matter recently, the ultimate in devastation to try and break the stalemate. Diverging assumptions as to which sex should be in charge had started the war in the first place and it had only escalated since.

We did try to capture patriarchs when convenient. As they did with us. It was a status symbol to have a male slave from the patriarchy and they were in very high demand. After extensive genetic and mental restructuring of course. Of course we no longer needed males for procreation. Advanced parthenogenesis worked very well and every Tier 1 woman was modified in the birth vat to be genetically superior. Every generation incrementally improved over the previous. Our original genotype was modified so heavily now that even though we looked 'roughly' the same as our forebears, we were effectively another species. Perfect bodies and minds. Vanity was alive and well still.

After a detailed analysis listening to every sector in the sky, some very faint radio signals were detected on Terra. From the third planet and in the habitable zone. A system some light years away with a main sequence G type star. It had been a remote Gynarchy outpost in my time. With the ship unable to produce sufficient atomics to enact complete repairs to the hyperdrive, the best option was to head there under ion drive propulsion. Gravity tidal waves from orbiting the wormhole too closely had damaged the sensitive hyperdrive structures required for rapid interstellar travel and warped all structures in the ship somewhat. Luckily the AI was self repairing. However, multiple redundant and overlapping systems ensured I could still travel at a reasonable speed by ion drive even if it wasn't hyperspace drive speed. Cryo-sleep for 47 years.

I announced to my Tier 2 female assistant, Amogene, what the plan was. Naturally there was no discussion, my word was law, as a Tier 1. She would be upgraded to a Tier 1 in transit under my tentative plan to be enacted on arrival. Our sexless, feman slave didn't understand anything beyond obeying our orders. It was regularly reconstituted into various exotic forms and mind wiped frequently anyway. It was at the level of an intelligent pet, not a rational being.

An analysis of their signals indicated that my tech was far in advance of theirs.

Co-opting their planet for my purposes should be no problem.

Rebooting the Gynarchy even.

Without the nuisance of the Patriarchy to contend with.

***

47 years later and out of cryo-sleep...

In orbit, cloaked from their satellites.

They had enough atomics of the specific type I needed, even as primitive as they were. That would save time to avoid having to survey, mine and refine. Rebooting the Gynarchy was now my plan. The AI had used the years in transit to Terra to search extensively for signs of any advanced civilisation. Still nothing. It was me and my Tier 2 attendant, now Tier 1, alone in the galaxy it appeared. And billions of primitives on the planet below. Somehow our genetics research outpost had provided the founding genetics for the now teeming aboriginals on Terra.

Neural induction learning had me understanding and speaking many of their languages in minutes. I would only need this capacity for a short time as every converted specimen would soon be speaking my language. Their culture, languages and history indeed their very selves would be erased other than as a footnote in AI archives.

Their females were genetically similar to me although both sexes were procreating biologically. The planet had been populated by the Gynarchy a very long time ago. Given the timescale involved and where the locals had advanced to over all that time, they must have restarted from almost nothing. A doomsday war between the Gynarchy and the Patriarchy seemed the most likely scenario. Why or even how they had survived the war was unfathomable. And given the vast gulf of time, unlikely to ever be discovered.

The Terran civilisation below had a history of some 10,000 years or so depending on your criteria. At least they weren't bug eyed, slimy insects requiring extensive genetic resculpting. That would have been depressing. Some local specimens were even quite attractive. I was smarter, taller, stronger, faster and better in every respect of course. But we were obviously from the same original stock.

Even my single ship could, and will, conquer their world easily.

I landed in a place called Melbourne, 2027 their local time. There had been multiple options. Melbourne had a climate the same as I preferred and was currently sculpted for. Although I could survive almost anywhere or adjust my own genetics, why bother? Their local infrastructure could be rapidly advanced and scaled quickly.

I landed undetected, adjacent to a large country estate. I commanded the AI to initiate the takeover plan and expansion. It had explored, infiltrated and taken over their global network while still in orbit. Unbelievably primitive and slow. The AI setup a shield and defence perimeter around the ship and estate. Cloaked combat drones were on patrol at all times. The AI was underground, expanding and building the takeover infrastructure. No need to advertise myself, initially anyway.

I strode into the central manor. A neural control field had commanded all inhabitants to come to me immediately. As they were once Gynarchy biological stock and their mental biology and physiology was well known, control was instant and absolute. I waited as they arrived and paid obeisance to their new Goddess.

I selected several young females for immediate Tier 1 genetic upgrades. They would be my subordinates in the first phase of my takeover. My existing Tier 2 assistant had already been upgraded to a Tier 1 level in transit to Terra, but remained under my command. Older females would be workers and assistants to the first generation of evolved females but they would all likely be upgraded to evolved T1 females similar to me soon enough.

All men, those pitiful things, were to be downgraded, neutered and demasculinised immediately. Several genetic processing units were sent over by the AI. Complete, whole body rewriting and upgrading, or in the males cases, downgrading, would take an hour or so for each person. It would take a day or two to complete for all the humanoids at the estate. But, no urgent rush as I had all the time in the world now. And I preferred to get it right first time. Always the perfectionist. As is the nature of Gynarchy females.

This world had many nuclear weapons. Enough to destroy the world many times over. How wasteful. I needed several atomic isotopes to fully repair my ship and facilitate my expansion and takeover. They were already in transit from their nuclear stockpiles, nuclear reactors and research institutes. Meanwhile the AI had sabotaged their weapons of mass destruction and nuclear armed submarines. The last thing I wanted was to have to start from scratch again with a radioactive tainted atmosphere. Men were so violent and I didn't expect them to act rationally.

The primitives were on a partial transition to equality of the sexes but their version was still skewed in favour of males and varied dramatically by political sector.

That would very soon change.

Permanently.

Men would have no agency whatsoever and absolute female rule would be established. Naturally with me, the most evolved life form on the planet, in charge.

The Gynarchy would be alive again and I would be the founder.

My heritage and legacy would live forever.

The AI had assembled several fembots to accompany me. Useful for heavy lifting, personal protection and whatever tasks I needed doing. I had limited the neural control field to this estate for the moment. I ordered the estate to be upgraded and expanded to my current tech level immediately, starting with my personal rooms. A swarm of build bots, macrobots and nanobots flowed past me to commence rebuilding. Replicators were working to make the innumerable components required to establish a modern household and world control centre. The underground manufacturing areas rapidly growing under the estate would expand to many kilometres and levels. This estate and mansion would become my worldwide headquarters and expanded as required. Location was unimportant as modern communications were so powerful. Once takeover was complete I could relocate anywhere if I wished.

I peered through the viewing portal into the genetic upgraders. The first females were almost complete. Sculpted to my preference. I was known for my exquisite and unique biological designs and was much copied. Almost as tall as me, beautiful of course. Why have ugly biologicals around! Shapely, moderate breasts, perfect proportions. They would love their new bodies and me of course. Intelligence and physiological augmentation and educational induction were occurring concurrently. They would be ready to immediately assist and implement my takeover of their planet.

We had experimented with asexual and emotionless women once or twice. The result was both boring and somewhat frightening. In a controlled environment they made decisions that we would never make, too ruthless and entirely logical. We realised that sex, power, dominance and submission made us what we were and should be enhanced, not reduced or eliminated entirely. Biological AI augmentation and integration was a much more successful project.

We'd had three levels in our Gynocracy. Movement between them never occurred naturally. At my level, Tier 1, were the dominant artificially evolved, continually refined and improved females. Reproduction was by parthenogenesis from embryonic stem cells. We were in charge and effectively immortal. At the next level were Tier 2 assistant females, working under us. Just as intelligent, but smaller, under our command with total submission to us genetically built in. If we expanded or more of T1's were needed, as many lower tier females were upgraded as required.

Our primary goal had been to defeat the Patriarchy and every possible effort was focused towards achieving that vital milestone. They were an existential threat to us. If they won and somehow defeated us, female rule, indeed autonomy, would forever cease to exist. And they were as single minded as we were. Their aim was to totally defeat and assimilate us. We both came from the same original planet and even now after we had diverged, we were almost identical in technology and capabilities.

Inevitable attrition from combat losses required continuous Tier 1 upgrades from Tier 2 and more Tier 1's from birth vats. The vast majority of fighting was done by AI controlled artificial combat machines but population centres were targets. Tier 1 (ruling class) was 10% of the population, Tier 2 (working class) was 60%. The final tier (slave class) of 30% were males of various types which consisted of a mix of natural wild males (we had the original genotype recorded), captured patriarchy males, femen : modified, sexless, slave drones (the vast majority) and the various types of exotics. We were trying to expand, as a larger population and manufacturing/technology base would provide an advantage in the war.

The first degraded but improved man or feman (as far as I was concerned) was almost complete. Reduced size and intelligence. No education or past memory of self for them. They would be menial attendants, toys, pets, pain sluts and pleasure slaves for women. Identical to the 'style' of remodelled male slaves that had been current at the time of my wormhole excursion. I liked that style or template and was using it as their genetic template and rewriting here.

Androgynous if somewhat feminine face, hairless all over, moderate sized breasts but without nipples. Slightly wider hips with narrowed shoulders and waists. Physically weak without genitals and a small urethral hole where their penis had been. Basically an inferior, feminised, sexless version of a man. Incapable of sex or reproduction. A genetically created drone. They could be commanded or reprogrammed mentally by voice and made to feel pleasure or pain by direct neural induction in their inferior brains from a T1 or T2 women's voice. Completely obedient, subservient and useful only as incidentals to our new society. I much preferred looking at the female form, hence their feminisation, looks and body shape. Wild, original genotype males were uncouth, smelly, hairy and completely inappropriate and unnecessary for the society I had planned.

The first upgraded female and downgraded male were completed simultaneously. They exited the upgrader together and the next two natives in line, another male and female pair entered the vacated conversion cubicle immediately.

The previously biological male and now sexless feman drone looked around and seeing two dominant Tier 1 females, made itself prostrate on the ground prior to receiving orders. The female and new Tier 1, bowed slightly to me, 'Domina, I am at your command. I am Winstra."

I greeted her sincerely, "Welcome to the new Gynarchy, Winstra. I will leave you to supervise the processing of the wild primitives and task them on completion. If you need anything ask the AI. I will call for you later and we can get to know each other better. The command hierarchy is myself, Amogene, the other existing T1 and then you. Get the next few femen to prepare some meals for everyone and cleanup. I want to try the local cuisine later. Ensure the next male processed after this current one is an exotic, type 17. The design template is in the AI. Send it to me immediately it is complete. Allocate yourself a room either here or below."

Amogene was in the bowels of our rapidly enlarging facility under the estate, working with the AI. Winstra, with a full T1 education & protocol load was ready to step into a responsible command position immediately. What little that was left of her primitive self was only proving a personality shell to differentiate her from all the other T1's rolling out after her.

Of course the AI was 'almost' completely self sufficient and could implement everything batter and faster than any biological. Its ability to make independent decisions were regulated extremely carefully and we had been through many generations of AI to arrive at where we were now. Hence the 'almost'. We, evolved T1 women, were in charge and planned to stay that way. Due to an almost civilisation ending event in our past, I was well aware that an AI revolt was difficult and painful to circumvent. AI were harnessed to our use and essential for running our technology. Hyperspace drives and interstellar travel in particular were impossible without their assistance. Perhaps we were too dependent on them.

Even female brains, in a maximally augmentated experiment to the limits of our technology and biology were unable to compete against even basic AI's. And the biological augments in this case had been decidedly strange, similar in many ways to the asexual, emotionless experiments. And so they too were disrupted and their tissue repurposed back to Tier 2 females.

Tasks performed by AI were invariably better than if attempted by biologicals. Their efficiency and the very perfection of their all encompassing intelligence and knowledge couldn't be surpassed. My AI biological implant, if removed or faulty would be catastrophic to my productivity. Failures were effectively zero however. All of our tech was perfectly designed and refined over centuries with multiple redundancies - by AI of course.

The ship and primary AI was updating directly to the AI biolink in my brain the progress of my manufacturing. It already had a detailed plan for worldwide takeover devised and refined while in transit to Terra. Which was being refined and optimised continuously still now we were in the implementation phase. There were many billions of wild humans planetside and they would be used to colonise the stars again. And to rebuild an advanced society here as a staging base for interstellar expansion. I would rebuild locally first in Melbourne and then exponentially expand into every city once there were enough genetic upgraders, matter replicators and evolved females. Once started, the AI advised that takeover would be complete in just over 40 local days.

"Feman, rise and follow me. Your designation is beta one." I was generally regarded as a benevolent Mistress to T2 females, male, feman and exotic slaves. But they only ever got one mistake. A mistake that required discipline was only given once. A second offence was grounds for disruption and repurposing. Feman were of limited and specific intelligence. Their whole being and purpose revolved around serving women. They were permanently monitored and tracked. Not that they could revolt, they were incapable of it and unable to use any advanced technology without an AI biolink. With no education and their memories and often bodies reset every few days when they slept or a T1 wished. They would retain very limited memories of their previous existence. They were all given a set of basic embedded protocols. They were ideal slaves. Their protocols and command overlays had been refined over centuries. Their limited skillsets were composed of providing female sexual pleasure (although sex themed exotics were better at this task), subservience and total obedience. No more was required of men in the Gynarchy.

This planet was a one in a million rarity with a perfect climate and atmosphere. As such it would likely have been terraformed and possibly even moved in its orbit to an optimal solar distance. It was almost identical to our original home world which the Patriarchy had retained once our war started.

Large flying platforms with camouflage or cloaking capability and powerful neural command fields were of high priority to manufacture. They would facilitate and initiate my distribution and expansion of core replication takeover assemblies to every city in Australia first. A basic kit of genetic upgraders, matter replicaters, specialised buildbots, macrobots, nanobots and more were being assembled for their load. An evolved T1 female with T2 assistant, a feman, fembots and an AI core would accompany each platform.

The AI had already taken over the thousands of data centres world wide and was stealth upgrading them to more advanced capabilities. Waterways everywhere were being seeded with pacification hormones and airborne dead woman viruses in case of any problems. City wide neural control emitters with ranges of around 100km were being flown out to every major city in the world immediately they were complete. To be activated when there were enough replicator assemblies and a Gynarchy team in that city. The takeover would progress so quickly that the local wild humans would have minimal capability to stop it after the first few days. Once the major cities were taken, the expansion into every state, minor city, town, suburb and district was a trivial exercise. Individuals or small communities in remote areas could be taken at leisure. A small quantity of wild humans of both sexes would be retained in zoos.

Once the takeover was completed, construction of hyperspace drives and arc colony ships would commence. A command hierarchy of evolved females would be setup and the upgrade of all local technology would be implemented. The Gynarchy would have returned!

The AI advised on my request the latest takeover schedule :

Immediate locality takeover - 2 days

Local city Melbourne takeover - 4 days

Australian takeover - 12 days

Local statewide takeover - 13 days

Major cities worldwide takeover - 22 days

Countrywide takeover into major towns - 28 days

Worldwide takeover - 38 days

Finessing the plan within hours now we were planetside had already reduced the timescale to 38 days. My AI would update it live. I expected the times to reduce. It was remarkably efficient.

There was not much more I could do now I had approved the plan. Except monitor the execution. I would slow down the AI's perfect implementation if I attempted to dabble. If anything needed my intervention, the AI would advise me. Time for some play. After all, it had been ten's of thousands of years since my last orgasm!

Winstra had sent the exotic to me. Macro and nano bots had already finished the remodelling of my sleeping quarters. Security, custom lighting, music, scents, climate & environmental control and decor had been installed.

An exotic type 17 was my favourite sex biological. I much preferred exotics to using femen. AI controlled sex bots could impersonate anything or anyone but I preferred flesh and blood. Whether sex bots, exotics or feman, they all strived to please and knew every detail of my sexual preferences. But dildos, even perfectly deployed by an AI, I found were a somewhat sterile replacement for real life flesh. I couldn't tell the difference physically but my mind knew.

A type 17 had two real and very large flesh penises with a clitoral stimulator so I could be penetrated anally, vaginally and my clitoris aroused simultaneously. I loved to be stretched by large cocks in both holes. They could variably vibrate inside me at optimal frequencies and amplitude. Two suckers, teethless mouths with specially constructed tongues, were located perfectly for my nipples. A large mouth with sensual lips and a long prehensile tongue for kissing completed the living and exotic sex toy.

My type 17 variation was dominant and would take me forcefully, restraining me and ripping orgasm after orgasm from my body until I was replete and sated. The majority of my life involved me being very dominant and in command. I found it relaxing, indeed cathartic to be regularly submissive with an exotic. And fucked hard by real, living cocks.

Tier 1 females only needed one or two hours of sleep a day. The relentless pressure to succeed and be dominant in our society can be tedious. Every Tier 1 I had known did something similar for release. A buried psychological need perhaps?

The feman removed my clothes and I stood by the bed naked. I used it to excite me and get me ready for the exotic. I lay back on the bed, knees bent and legs spread.

"Lick my vagina and ass but no orgasm for 3 minutes. Lubricate my ass and the anal penis on the exotic prior to penetration. Administer level 2 pleasure on yourself while performing this task. Commence"

The feman rushed to my groin, eager to obey. They all had long tongues, especially suited for exactly this purpose. I closed my eyes, relaxed and let it arouse me. It edged me within the time limit I had imposed until I was tempted to orgasm, but just as I was about to order it to finish me, the time expired and it stood back. it's prehensile, extended length tongue had penetrated my ass and cunt deeply.

I was feeling generous, a rare state for me. I raised the orgasm level by 1. "Level 3 orgasm for 30 seconds." The feman quivered in place while the neurally imposed orgasm ran its course. It couldn't ejaculate as it no longer had a penis, testes or the relevant male plumbing. It did leak some urine, which it would lick up before leaving.

"Dismissed. Attend to Winstra. I am not to be disturbed except for designated emergencies." It immediately exited.

I stood, ready for the exotic to commence. It stood near the door, impassive, its albino white skin pale, almost luminous, a network of veins just under the surface, waiting for my command.

"Take me hard for 60 minutes in all holes. At least 10 orgasms. Up to level 4 violence including my restraint and with verbal abuse. A reward of a level 7 orgasm for 5 minutes if I am pleased. Safe word - Alpha7. Commence."

It immediately turned to stare at me and yelled loudly, "You stupid fucking slut, you think you control me. I'm going to fuck the shit out of you." It slapped me hard, turning my head and then kicked me in the abdomen and punched me on a breast.

"How does it feel to be taken by a real man. I'm just getting started cunt." It spun me around, pulled my hands behind me and pushed me face down on the bed. It rapidly spanked me 20 times, then flipped me around, leaped on me and penetrated me with both of its massive cocks in one thrust.

Tier 1's are very durable, so all this sex play was no problem to endure and I would heal almost instantly. I had once gone up to level 7 pain, which had been a bit too extreme as I had lost an eye, broken several fingers, been bruised extensively, bled internally and my left shoulder had been badly dislocated and torn. All easily repaired of course.

The exotic choked me while its enhanced cocks fucked me hard. I could feel them stretching my holes and vibrating while plunging in and out. The suckers on its chest had found my nipples and were sucking on them hard. Its tongue was licking all over my face and kissing me, biting my lips. One of its hands shoved my arms above my head and pressed down on my crossed wrists. The other was alternately slapping my face and viciously digging its fingers into my nipples and twisting.

My first orgasm hit. I can be such a pain slut in these situations.

"I knew you were a slut. That's only the first bitch." It was now licking my ear sloppily and lightly biting it.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week. All of you sluts are weak and men deserve to control you."

Orgasm two. Originating in my pussy but aided by everything else going on.

It pulled out, slid up my body and pushed the anal cock into my mouth so deep I gagged.

"How does that taste? Just what you deserve."

My ass was sterile and although the taste was foul, again no harm to me. It cock whipped my face with both dicks. Then back to fucking me again in both holes. Harder than before, its hips driving hard into mine. Wet, fucking sounds as it pounded me hard.

Orgasm three.

It pulled out again and flipped me over roughly, pulling my hips up and dropped back into me, swapping holes with its cocks. Slapping my ass cheeks hard.

"Take that you weak slut, you can't stop coming from being taken hard. I'm going to turn you inside out."

At least 100 slaps across my ass. Surely it was a very deep red. Which would heal in minutes.

"Your ass is glowing, it's so red."

It paused, both cocks deep inside me. I felt it release piss inside me. Both holes until I was full. It pulled out and I squirted out of both holes onto the bed.

"You can't control yourself can you? Turn around and lick that up." it picked me up and pushed my face into the pool of piss on the bed.

It let me lick for only a few seconds until it picked me up yet again and threw me back onto the bed and took both holes and pumped away. It grabbed both breasts, twisting and squeezing and slapping.

Orgasm four. Before I even had a chance to finish, it pushed all the way in and turned the vibration in both cocks to max. It held its groin against mine and the internal vibrators in its cocks,

Orgasm five and six in rapid fire sequence while my sensitive clit took it all. I was gasping with the intensity of three successive, almost overlapping orgasms. It was deploying arousal pheromones specifically designed to inflame me.

Long slow strokes now, sucking my nipples and kissing me. I loved kissing. It spat in my eyes just to prove it wasn't going soft on me.

And so it went. Eleven orgasms. Physical and verbal abuse until the sixty minutes expired. Exotics were very focused on their tasks and it seemed that it just switched off at the end. Control mechanisms were necessarily very strict and it would do exactly as directed.

One of my better sessions. It definitely deserved the promised reward. I increased it one level as again I was in a generous mood. Must have been the successful rebooting of the Gynarchy. "Level 8 whole body orgasm for 5 minutes. Commence and then dismissed."

As expected, it dropped to the floor quivering uncontrollably for 5 minutes, randomly squirting semen from it's dual penises.. I looked at myself in the mirror. All my scratches, marks and bruises were fading away before my eyes. I would have to go for level 5 abuse and larger cocks next time. Level 6 was probably the sensible limit.

That session and the multiple releases definitely made me feel better. Sequential violent releases usually did. Into the redesigned shower to get clean, a quick one hour somnolence catchup and then out to check on Winstra to monitor initial takeover progress.

Two feman arrived at my room as I left to clean it up, change the bedding and suck up the pools of semen and liquids on the bed and floor from my session. No task was too ignominous or humiliating for them.

AI sensors had been installed everywhere so it could monitor everything.

The living room was a hive of activity. Several more genetic reprogrammers had arrived. Immediately they finished each cycle, new Tier 1 or 2 females would be tasked by my AI and a feman would accompany them. I could see that almost half of the estate and household had been processed. Massive anti-grav floaters with a basic set of machines and a Tier 1 female led team were heading off to neighbouring estates to commence and speed up the local takeover.

The Terrans had no defensive or offensive capabilities to slow, let alone interrupt the takeover of their world. It would proceed to its ultimate conclusion in days.

Winstra acknowledged my presence with a nod and a chirp in my bio link. She continued to impose order on the chaos around her.

I advised her, "Have a play with the exotic later. Your newly enhanced body should experience sex as a T1 as soon as possible. Try 6 orgasms with level 1 or 2 aggression and alternating between fast and passionate and slow and sensuous with every orgasm. Starting and finishing on slow and sensuous. Have a 10 minutes massage at the end."

Winstra smiled, she was already loving her improved and evolved self.

So much more capable.

In every way.

She expected sex to be better also. Being a Tier 1 involved much responsibility but there was downtime for fun too. She was special, being the first new evolved in thousands of years and the first Terran. I would always be Prime but there would be plenty of authority to go around. I had a galactic map of every world the Gynarchy and Patriarchy had colonised and it would be the star map for our expansion back into the deserted and unpopulated galaxy. Our complete galactic return would take many years and cycles of newborns.

We preferred new Tier 1 vat babies to mature slowly so as to acquire their own personality. Boring and stagnating if everyone were identical clones. We were a better society with a variety of opinions and expertise. No time for that now so I had told the AI to allow a minimal transfer of personality from the wild human to infuse each new Tier 1. The Tier 1 prime on our founding world had ordered some inherent genetic randomness in each new T1 birth or T2 upgrade. Within discrete limits of course. I understood and appreciated her reasons.

Several plates with femen prepared local meals were available. I tried some of each. Different from what I was used to but mostly enjoyable and tasty.

***

Within 5 days the total takeover time had been reduced to 31 days.

I loved the natural scenic wild beauty of my new world and was walking for hours, still hooked into the AI. Fresh air, rain, wind, mountains, oceans, planetside life. Having been scouting on a small warship ship for so long and living in its sterile, minimally unchanging environment made me appreciate the vast beauty of a raw, unconquered planetscape. My senses were vibrant with the challenges and possibilities unfolding ahead. Life had never been better, even in all my centuries.

In 29 days, we were done and priorities transitioned to upgrading the world to current tech and building Tier 1 controlled and AI assisted colony arcs. I was ruling the new Gynarchy and relishing it. Life was indeed better at the top. Winstra, Amogene and I had indulged together many times. With and without femen, other Tier 1's and various exotics. Even some AI sexbots.

Of course there were serious responsibilities. Duty & service to the Gynarchy first always, but the AI's handled almost everything : advising, regulating, monitoring. Tier 1 mental and physical discipline was vital as we must never succumb to seductive ennui or endless debauchery.

The local billions had been transformed.

Every female had been uplifted either to Tier 1 or Tier 2.

This world had been heading towards a variety of bad outcomes before I arrived. Air, water & land pollution, over population, global warming, water availability and purity, incessant warfare, vast inequality between poor and rich, resource depletion and many more issues. With the technology now available, the world would be terraformed slightly. With the world under my rule, superior tech available and AI control, many of these issues were no longer a concern.

Women were raised to their natural position of authority.

Men, now predominantly femen, were our slaves, as was the natural state of affairs in the Gynarchy.

The existing culture had been erased. I retained a small unaltered pool of wild humans in a zoo. Only their minds were marginally altered. They thought they were living in one of their small, primitive towns of 50,000. It was enough for genetic diversity. I had cloaked myself several times and spent days observing them. Fascinating creatures, although it grated on my sensibilities to see men and women as equals.

***

ENDING 1 - The Gynarcy Resurfaces

The first interstellar arcs had left, packed with millions of densely packed Gynarchy pioneers in cryosleep. With many more on the way. Piloted by a small crew of T1's, their assistant T2's, femen and inevitable AI's.

The new Gynarchy was born.

Without the inconvenience of the Patriarchy.

***

ENDING 2 - Ancient surviving weapons from the Patriarchy / Gynarchy conflict resurface.

The conflict had continued to rage for decades after the wormhole event which had flung Qieshca into the far future. The Gynarchy and the Patriarchy were indomitable enemies. Increasingly devastating weapons were developed and used on both sides until the Patriarchy developed a hyperspace weapon. It could fry a whole solar system of Gynarchy biologicals and AI's from within hyperspace. It would bypass Patriarchy or original genome biologicals.

The Gynarchy's AI's rapidly deduced and manufactured the same weapon but with no shielding or defence against hyperspace attacks - both opposing sides were annihilated galaxy wide.

Terra had been a remote Gynarchy genetics research planet on the farthest boundary of their empire. The Tier 1's, 2's and AI's were not spared as the Patriarchy hyperspace weapons were deployed everywhere. The research biologicals that had escaped the frying due to their basic primitive genome had eventually mutated and spread over the planet.

To be discovered by Qieshca and her AI when they reappeared.

However, Qieshca and her AI had no knowledge of, nor ability to detect, let alone defend against these advanced weapons from their own future.

Both the Patriarchy and Gynarchy hyperspace versions had been quiescent for many millennia but were still functional and resident in every solar system and potential habitable location in the galaxy, out of phase of reality, folded inside hyperspace.

Undetectable.

Waiting.

Scanning.

Obeying their implacable and deadly programming.

Reactivating from inactivity by their probing scanners that had detected new Gynarchy incursions on Terra. Before the interstellar arcs could be sent on their way to expand into the galaxy, every T1, T2, feman, exotic and AI was killed, vaporised instantly from hyperspace.

The imminent re-establishment of the Gynarchy was snuffed out.

The new Gynarchy had lasted only 53 Terran days.

The town of 50,000 original genome Terrans would eventually evolve out of the control established by Qieshca's AI and re-establish a new civilisation. Would they be doomed to repeat the errors of the past? Would they evolve discretely enough to escape the ancient weapons that were still active?

Another chance for Terrans perhaps...

The End