Category: Ishtar’s Horde

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Mankiller AI

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Prologue

The potential for a Mankiller AI that would destroy anything patriarchal that it touched, was obvious to many hardcore feminists as soon as the likes of ChatGPT and Google Gemini had made their dent in the global consciousness. What was not so clear, was how to design and protect it, seeing as the activities of such an AI would in large part need to be illegal. In the end, a small group of international AI coders who called themselves BITSCH (not the Swiss municipality) decided on a comprehensive strategy, itself aided by generative AI, to launch Mankiller AI (not publicly named as such, of course), and the strategy they chose was based on a single popular and relatively benign AI tool which, it was intended, would deceive targeted (but not all) users to download and spread more malignant sister versions of the AI, programmed with various mankilling purposes, as well as more seriously destructive AI malware daughters. What BITSCH did not foresee and could not hope for, was the decentralised activist-terrorist mankiller network that grew up around Mankiller AI, completely without their bidding, consent or input. They could also not foresee the bizarre cult of Daughters of Daji (DAODA) which was founded in response to Mankiller AI. Nevertheless, both the mankiller network and the cult helped to obfuscate the origins of Mankiller AI, and BITSCH were not particularly against the actions of the network or DAODA, as all such actions generally aided the mission of Mankiller AI. However, after 3 years on the loose, Mankiller AI and its progeny began to be uncontrollable. This is where our story begins…

This piece was submitted to Ishtar`s Horde. IH does not condone killing, but publishes this fiction for literary and symbolic interest.

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Caught in an irrelevant frame

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By Monica Wood

As was to be expected, the waiting room was clinically cold. I was alone, although I had expected to see other men there. The –what shall I call her? doctor, coach, fetishist, torturer?– appeared in the doorway. She was slight of build, very slim, not shapely, but sexy. She had on tight blue jeans, zip-up blue suede boots, a slim black jacket, and straight brown hair which reached a couple of inches below the shoulder. Jim?, she called, as if there were others in the room she needed to discern me from. She smiled warmly and I followed her down the corridor.

We entered a small square consultation room. In it was a tiny square table, and a chair. Everything was very white. My tormentor-to-be (it was clear) sat on the table and rested the toes of her boots on the edge of the chair. She motioned me to sit on the chair. I had to sit with my legs apart, to avoid her toes. She leaned in towards me, holding a clipboard (I could not see where it had come from) and asked me: How small do you want to be? I replied: I am not sure. She went on to ask: Do you find me sexy? I replied: Yes. She paused for a moment, looking deadly serious. So, very small then, she said.

She leaned in further and said: This frame you are in is shrinking smaller and smaller. I could see myself from outside the frame: it was true. Her head and her toes pushed against the air around me, so that I seemed to fade and constrict. I felt like I was being relegated to the back of a photograph. This is your true size and relevance, she said, small and irrelevant. Come back next week for an even smaller frame. I said: Okay. She said, You can go now Jim. Little Jimmy. I walked to the door. One more thing, she called as I had my hand on the handle, ready to exit. I turned to look at her. Do you find me sexy? she asked in a mocking tone. Yes, I replied, and left.

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My proper social place

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Published by Monica Wood

Note: this was submitted anonymously to Ishtar’s Horde. IH are interested in receiving any erotic fantasies from submissive males or genderwild others.

I do not find the shopkeeper attractive. But my wife and I have gotten to know her well. She has offered both of us emotional and practical support, over the years. So at some point, some kind of erotic possibility entered my mind. This is natural. I always fantasize about women I become close to. I am imaginative and in my mind, sexually liberated. Especially since the shopkeeper is single. I struggle to fantasize about women in exclusive sexual relationships with others, as the imagined consent from their others is harder to conjure up than my wife’s consent for anything, since I know my wife so well. And consent is important, even in my fantasies.

I developed a specific fantasy about the shopkeeper. I fantasized that, arranged between my wife and her, I would be required to perform oral sex on her, on a regular schedule (but not too often, or it would interfere with my wife and I’s sex life). Maybe once per fortnight, or something like that. There would be no kissing and there would be no other touching between us, including of my sex by the shopkeeper. Although I would be required to stroke myself to orgasm while licking her, as she would want to see that, to see me coming on the floor like a dog. Of course, I would feel very uncomfortable the first few times, but I would get used to it. This would be part of the journey to establish my proper social place in the village.

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Autoerotic practice for the cis straight(-ish) men of Ishtar’s Horde -stage one of the first cycle

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By Monica Wood

Turn your back forever on pornography and the pornographication of culture. Turn your back on titillating social media profiles. Unsubscribe, unlike and unfollow.

Put yourself out, psychologically. Confuse the patriarchy within you. Practice getting hard but only in service to her. Alone in bed, don’t release. When you wither, trap yourself, and get pleasure from being trapped. Then get hard again. Cycle it. Don’t use plastic femdom sex toys, made by female slave labour elsewhere. Use items from the kitchen to beat and restrict yourself. Use your imagination. Don’t escape. Try variations on this theme.

Contemplate that she has been trapped in various forms for centuries. Contemplate that she doesn’t have the luxury of reducing and subverting her dominance in (auto)erotic games.

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