Five Days Till Launch

Los Angeles California, New Amazonia Compound

Karen Summers looked over her New Amazons, though at the moment, only five of them could truly be said to be a part of the sisterhood. All of them however, were prepared to take the power that was rightfully theirs, unfairly held in men's hateful hands. But, there was a simple truth. Men, the spiteful and greedy beasts, outnumbered them, and if the patriarchy discovered them too soon? Then they would send in the goon squads to quell the revolution before it could begin! Which led to her looking over some of the upgrade paths for the compound.

In particular, as she looked out at the Channel Islands Park, the relocation feature. Which had a decade long cool down and required her to control the area in question. She checked further, as it seemed she would not need to play by the rules of the corrupt and misogynistic government, but instead merely needed enough of her girls in place to physically control the area the compound would be relocated to. Santa Rosa Island in particular, with a reliable source of fresh water, would be a blessing from the goddess.

To be sure, the land itself was likely not suitable for agriculture, but that is what the slaves would be for. Already, she dreamed of what would be. Of an enlightened Matriarchal society with women ruling wisely and nobly in palaces of gleaming white marble, furthering social and mystical knowledge in grand temple-universities. Of course, the outside world would be cruel and harsh, filled with the unenlightened women and savage beasts that ape at personhood. So, they would domesticate some of the beasts, making use of their goddess given roles as sources of menial labor beneath a woman's dignity and as fodder for the armies.

But then, Man's world was doomed to darkness, death and desolation in but five short days. Was it not her duty to nurse the flames of true civilization, to rise in the ashes of the aftermath? But then, she was wise, as she looked at the requirements for several upgrades, licking her lips. Some of them were rather noticeable, fit for last minute 'shopping'. Of course, as she strode over, girls watching her with envy and hope in their eyes, it was time to give some orders and to prepare.

And then? Why, the boys considered her a MILF, she may as well use that to lure in some Experience. Who knew the horny little bastards were good for something after all?

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Four Days Till Launch

Santa Rosa Island

Lisa Thorn had no idea just what Professor Summers had wanted to offer three days ago. Lisa was not the most dedicated of students, a tomboy at heart and soul, she was confused... but on having the professor manifest some sort of floating sheet? And saying that there was a way for her to become a living D&D character? Yeah, sorry boys, you were cute, but not THAT cute. Sure, she was a literal Scout, and not one of the magic users (which was, like, lame), but she had a leadership position.

Which was sweet. And a promise that she would be leading the New Amazon's Scouting Corps. On the one hand, responsibility was not all it was cracked up to be, but the perks? Yeah, as she and her girls set up another cache of supplies, two of the park rangers tied up and bound close by. There were some perks. Like having first dibs on the spoils of war. After all, even if they were going to be killing them, there was no reason she and her girls couldn't have a little fun first.

Which made the whispers as Ana mentioned that Ben would look totes delish with a collar around his neck to Betty, earning a friendly smack to the other girls shoulder for talking about her brother like that, to be kinda funny. Then again, how did that saying go, as she finished hiding the supplies and moved over to the wide eyed man while licking her lips in anticipation, wedding ring still on his hand? Oh yeah. Boys are toys.

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Three Days Till Launch

New Amazon Compound

Willow Starfield smiled as she listened to the screams, knife working to carve into his flesh. The incel before her was a desperate and eager soul that had been almost pitifully easy to lure back to the compound. But alas, the holy work before her was almost at an end, as she smiled, hand caressing his face. "Worry not, o man. Your mortal suffering is nearly at an end." Hope was the cruelest poison of all, but how many times did men force it and others down women's throats?

Justice really, as she nodded to the acolytes, as they put down the burning rods, the lashes, the salt soaked corded rope and the knives by which they marked their own charges. So many boys, so much fodder for the altars. It was a delight really, as she looked down at him, as she made the final preparations. In many ways, it was a simple thing, as he was placed on the altar, as the choir sung, bells and chimes filling the air with sweet music, censers offering rose sweet smells into the air to cover up the male stench.

As one, she and the junior priestesses crooned and swayed, reaching out as their shadows rippled, clouds of perfume heavy in the air as whorls rippled. As an eye turned to them. "Oh mortal man, rejoice, for your mortal suffering is at an end! Purpose in service shall be yours, in Her embrace." Blood red lips curled into a smile, as she listened to the whimpering, as he struggled, as his eyes were on the shadows, ears twitching towards the dripping just on the edges of his senses. "You see her, do you not? She who shall take you."

Her voice crooned, shadows rippling along her hands, as she reached towards his chest. "You must simply give her your heart." A predators lips parted in a grin, as he screamed, as he tried to speak through the stitches holding his lips shut. "Speak against this now, or forever hold your peace." A cats purr had much in common with her tone, as claws reached into his chest, as he screamed, as his still beating heart was taken from his chest... and as the shadow devoured him, heart and soul.

Willow smiled, as pleasure rippled through her and the acolytes, a gift and reflection of the servant of the goddess, mortal minds and eyes driven to their knees by her divine beauty.