Chapter 1

I was nervous. My two moms and three sisters and I were about to do a tour of Elysium, a remote mountain town that was renowned far and wide as a bastion of Neo-Feminism. Thanks to cell-technology, my sisters and I are both our moms’ biological children. Lesbians having children is nothing out of the ordinary these days. We are identical quadruplets, all named Lisa.

That is because we were soft-living by the tenets of the ideology of Neo-Feminism, which basically argued that misogyny is the one true way of life. There were many more tenets, all written in our bible, The Great Book of Misogyny, but as Neo-Feminists we never learned to read. Our mothers had both lived and grown up under the horror of egalitarianism, and they wanted to spare us the indignity. Neo-Feminism is special in that it fully supports homo- and bisexuality in women and incest.

I was nervous because so far in my 18 years of live, our mothers were 36 year old fraternal twins who grew up apart, we had only lived the lifestyle softly. No formal education except for the topic of misogyny, no unique names, only few shared possessions, and then recently after our 18th birthday the added mantra of “toilets for pooping, mouths for peeing”. You know, the barest minimum. But Elysium was a town that strictly obeyed every word in the good book. It was new. It was scary. It was exciting.

“Alright, we’re here.” Mom said and parked the car. She and mommy, as our betters, left the car first. We followed.

The town gate was rather small and quaint. A nude woman greeted us in front of the guard house with a smile. ‘Police Property’ was tattoed on her collarbone. Her nipples were fitted with painful looking aligator clamps and her pussy looked strange. Very smooth. “Hello, you must be the prospective newcomers.” the chipper woman greeted. Instead of offering her hand she spat in both of our moms’ faces. They bowed. She then turned to us. “These must be the Lisas. Four identical pieces of fuckmeat. Nice.” She then spat each of us in the face too. It landed on my lips and i licked it up. The humiliation made my pussy tingle. I had only ever been abused by my mothers and sisters. Women needed to be abused by all sorts of people. I felt happy.

“Before we begin the tour, we need you to disrobe. Put the clothes in the burner over there and hand me the rest of your possessions. Wallet, papers, id’s etc. go in the burner too.”

Mommy bowed deeply before asking “Isn’t that a bit drastic? What if we decide not to move here?”

The woman sighed. “If you want to leave, leave now. Any woman who enters Elysian territory automatically loses their human rights, becomes reclassified as an object, and becomes the property of the town. Should we decide you are suited to live here, you will move in immediately. If not, you will become slaves like myself.”

Our moms turned to us. We were treated by our moms as a single unit to avoid too much individual personality development. So one of us always spoke for all. “Before we decide, why does your pussy look so strange?” i asked the woman. My sisters nodded.

The woman smiled again. “Oh, this is one of the signs that i am a slave. All women who go here have their clitoris removed, but only slaves like me get their labia cut off too. It is a great honor to be marked in this way.”

Your eyes widened. “You get your clitoris removed?”

“Yes. The female orgasm is an abomination, and we should all be freed from it. No woman should ever feel pleasure. If you come live in this town, you will never cum again. The doctors can tell you more if you’re interested.”

I felt hot. I of course knew about the devilry of the female orgasm, but as we are women, we could never muster the strength of mind not to masturbate daily to our humiliation and pain. The thought that we could be freed from feeling this good forever, it was almost to good to be true. Me and my sisters ran to the burner to put our clothes in. Our mothers soon followed. With the push of a button we saw our old life go up in flames. We were more than ready to begin anew in this wonderful paradise were no woman can ever gain pleasure.

“Alright, before we go in, here are some rules. As visitor women you have the lowest status of all. That means you may only talk when a resident allows it. Also, as a lesbian couple, one of you will be designated as the Man of the House. They have a bit more freedom than women. All unenslaved women have to walk on all fours while outside. So please get in position.”

Me, my sisters and mommy went down all fours, mom accepted the lead position and remained standing. It felt right. We then followed the woman inside. I was curious what life was like in this great haven.