They'd already sworn allegiance to a higher cause: the swift and subtle propagation of female intellect and subsequent mastery over men and the simultaneous deflation of man's ability to stop them. After centuries of reckless and unequal rule, dangerous men and others holding the traditional reigns of power would become powerless—controlled and subjugated to a lifestyle men would never have the balls to endure. Simply by ingesting gallons of sperm, women could sap any man's source of intelligence and brilliance; better yet, men could be duped into playful corporeal passion and simultaneously stripped of these essentials without ever knowing it.

Theirs was a growing collective—more knew this secret than anyone could imagine. Groups were organized internationally and networked through the electronic superhighway. Smaller groups worked to bring in new members and screen women for leadership potential. Thus, an elite was formed. And on this late afternoon, they were spying on her as she manipulated another lover into supplying his power source to her. They watched as she lay motionless with still fresh semen splattered on her face. Her victim stared vacantly out the window, coiled up at her feet. This potential new member had proven to be a determined player and had seized every opportunity they had given her. At every stage she proved her worthiness in joining the effort. It was time to bring her into the fold.

They had arranged for a cab and the front desk rang to inform her. As she closed the door to the hotel room, she noticed the difference between the fresh air in the hallway and the heavy clouds of must emanating from the newly desecrated sex sanctuary—an offering had been sacrificed.

She got into the cab and instructed the driver where to go. Within seconds she noticed he was going in the opposite direction. When she asked him why, he gave no reply. The driver only looked forward and mumbled something repeatedly. Annoyed and somewhat panicked, she began to raise her voice and demand he turn the vehicle around. As if programmed, the driver sat virtually still but for moving the steering wheel, his voice growing quieter as hers grew louder. At her wit’s end, she let out a scream of frustration. The silence that followed revealed his mantra:

"NOW you are a part of them."

"What ? What are you saying?"

She started to repeat the words herself, "A part of them?"

"Who?" she screamed. She was lost in a swirl of confusion by the time they stopped abruptly. It was the only time in the past six weeks she'd felt helpless or had experienced anything remotely threatening. In the past months she had enjoyed a steady surge of confidence, intellectual prowess and insatiability. Now she felt that she was losing her senses and her newfound brilliance and superiority. On a quiet, poorly lit side street, the car door stood ajar as the zombie driver waited for her to get out. She took a deep breath and her unconscious will pushed her off the seat and towards the red door in front of her. The last few days flashed before her eyes and moments seemed like eons. Was this door connected to the cock in chains image seen on her computer months ago?

Before she knew it, she was pulled into a dark hallway with velvet walls. They took her in and led her back through a maze of rooms. They were talking to her in the voices she had heard from her computer in her room—the voices that had hinted at the power of sperm for her and how its derivation is a tool for the sheer debilitation of mankind. In effect, she was a conqueror and about to come face to face with those who were grooming her.

"Eve!" they all called out. In her dizzy state, the voices almost cooed her name with a lilt. Eve started to relax as she saw a soft light ahead and heard the voices of women she was about to meet. At last she saw the faces that matched the eyes and voices that had been isolated in her memories. She was at ease at once. Everyone sat on the floor around the table.

"Who are you?" asked Eve, as all sat looking towards her. No one answered. There was a long pause before a grey-haired woman in the middle spoke. "I merely speak of what has been spoken among us before. You must bear in mind that the movement is newborn, though it is growing exponentially. However, our growth exposes weaknesses in the pursuit of our mission. We're in desperate need of leaders to keep momentum and to prevent others from splintering off into factions and potential abuses. Our intent is not to be cruel. We just seek power and the chance to emancipate those women whose fates are manipulated by men in power. Unfortunately, in order to build our individual strength and spread the movement we have to prey upon all men so as to get access to the powerful ones. Ultimately, we're able to narrow in on the ones with the most blow for the effort, if you get my drift."

Eve understood, but asked "How?"

"We work undercover as an escort service. Our covert operation targets some of the most powerful men. We're going through their ranks with rapid speed. Soon we'll be there."

"Where?" asked Eve.

"Figuratively speaking, ruling the world."

Another voice chimed in, "Literally, too—we're going to be everywhere. Think of it!"

Eve was already thinking of it. How exciting! But was this her life now? Was she relegated to this mission because of its sheer magnitude?

The strategy was simple: to seduce men unwittingly and drain their minds through their cocks. With women in position all over the world, sucking countless "heads" of state, all powerful men will soon be rendered senseless. Imagine Donald Trump after a limp dick lobotomy. Though the process is gradual, the effects are irreversible. While the same man could be continually sapped, ultimately he would become useless. Eve thought of her first victim: her last boyfriend. She'd sucked him off dry. No wonder he never came back. He might have gotten lost on his way home.

So Eve quickly considered the impact of these new discoveries, and asked aloud, " And what of me?" They took a moment and congregated, and then fell into a silence. Almost immediately, Eve stood up and spoke. "I understand."

A bell suddenly clanged and the voices came upon her, guiding her into a small dressing room with an adjacent room and bed. Within minutes, busy hands pulled and lifted her body as they stripped her down. The touch was thrilling and she assumed her position. A lightweight sheath was pulled over her, and, like birds, they pulled her into the room and onto the bed. Eve lay delicately and nearly motionless. Untying her dress, they revealed a supine nipple as the cloth draped into the creases of her curves, and they positioned her provocatively. Within a few whispers, they flew out of the room and Eve heard a knock on the door. Without a word, the door opened and a conservatively dressed man swaggered into the room. She met his eyes with a smirk. Within moments he was naked and sprawled under her. She swallowed and he thought he'd won a prize as he thanked her over and over. If only he knew what was to come.

Drawing by Emily McClain