CAT WAR

This is the first chapter of a rather large novel about a "bondage WWII" on a female dominated alternate earth. It IS featuring much bondage, but not in every chapter, so, in the first parts there is no bondage at all. Those who are only looking for bondage scenes in stories will probably not be satisfied. Furthermore it is featuring lesbian love, latex and female smoking.


Prologue - A world, both alien and alike

“The authress tells a most ridiculous story about a male empire rising to power in the world by conquering the matriarchalic countries around it. An interesting and new concept, but without any touch to reality. Males fighting and killing ranks together with green Mars-girls landing in New York. At least the novel is well written, but Lady Johnson should stick to fantastic stories about our Amazon-ancestresses, for which she is famous. You should spare your 3,95 $ for a more worthwhile read instead...”
A book review in the New York Times by Lady Ysobel Dahlquist , November 17th, 1935

“So, and what would happen, if all these males leave kitchen and lovenest and start to work in the factories and shops around the country? I dont speak about the social issues and the morale, I leave this to social scientists and the priestresses. No, I speak about the jobs that will be lost for our struggling girls. Will you, my dear, go out to General Motors and declare the hard working chicks there that they will loose their job to a MALE? This country recovers from a recession, as I like to remind you. Millions of males swarming the job market will be disastrous for our economy. And by the way, which boy would like to do that? I tell you, MY husband wont, and my two sons are looking forward to marrying and raising the children my daughters-in-law will proudly deliver. And so it should be, as any american lady of decent education should know and feel alike...”
Congresswoman Lady Eve Sumers of Illinois, in a radio-talkshow on CBS, December 3rd, 1935

“Mother Earth, the good goddess,
looks with kindness on her children,
as long as we treat her with kindness,
for she who rapes the earth,
rapes the goddess herself,
and shall not find eaternal peace.”
A plate found in most american classrooms above the door, excerpt from THE BOOK, the oldest writing of womankind, believed to be written by an Amazon-priestress over 4000 years ago.

“While the championship rests during winter, the teams lick their wounds or cheerish their success. In Eastern Division, the Miami Pantheresses again dominated the first part of the season, while in Western D., the Seattle Chicks and the Los Angeles Lionesses showed a tight fight for supremacy. Let us recall the great games of the season so far. There can be no doubt, the National Hockey League shows the best hockey anywhere in the world. Charlotte, let us take a closer look on the new youngster of Miami, the black Valerie Feathers. She has scored 42 goals in 18 games, right? – Yeah, Priss, and she will become a real star soon. I have not seen this precision in passes and this coolness in front of the enemy goaless since Tessa Palmer in the Twenties. – Wait, Charlotte, before we get further into this, I have an information for our listeneresses. Dear ladies, do you know that Homestead refrigerators use much less energy than any other product on the market? Homestead refrigerators...”
Radio show “Queens of Sports” on ABC, December 9th, 1935

“DUCA MUSSOLINI DECLARES WAR ON ETHOPIA
The italian head of state, Duca Greta Mussolini, has declared a state of war between the queendom of Italy and Ethopia, the only country in Africa not in colonial possession, but governed by the black people themselves. The democratic community is shocked by this unprovoked assault. In a radio statement, Presidenta Franka Delana Roosevelt condemmed the aggression  in very clear words. Republican leadress Miranda Landon warns the administration not to involve the US in foreign affairs. Quote: The last war has brought us nothing but death and misery, this time our chicks must stay home.
Military analysts believe Ethiopia a ripe fruit before the italian onslaught. Fascist Italy has enlarged and modernised its army and air force in recent years, while ethiopian forces consist largely of tribal warrioresses with handguns at best...”
The International Heraldress Tribune, December 17th, 1935

“CONCLUSION:
With 3 infantry- and 1 cavalry division, the US Army is totally inadequate to deal with any threat to our security from foreign countries. With Germany, Italy and Japan in fascists hands and pursuing imperialistic goals, a future threat to the US is at least possible, if not likely. Add to this the fascist movements in Brasil and, last but not least, in Mexiko, right at our border, we strongly recommend to strengthen the army to a level which will at least deliver a sceleton to build further strength in case of an emergency. We propose the commission of 9 additional infantry-divisions and 3 specialised mountain-divisions during 1936.”
Excerpt from a memorandum of the chiefs of staff to the Lady President, December 1935.
The plan was not implemented.


I - BEGINNINGS

The Red Dragon, restaurant near Boston University, 4th of January 1936, 13.00 hours

Lady Jill Tessa Ryan, a beautiful lady with brown eyes and long hair, which today fell openly to her waist, felt a little uneasy meeting the directress of the CIA* on short notice, as much because of the old ladys rank as because of the fact that Lady Couzens was a very prominent member of the democratic party, while Jill herself was a wellknown Republican.
At 35, she held a doctorate in history at the University of Boston, lecturing on European history, especially military history. Knowing Europe and foremost Germany very well, she constantly warned her isolationist party members about the fascist german power and Lady Hitlers will to use it. This arkward opinion in a party completely turned to inneramerican problems might have caused Lady Couzens interest.
Would she try to win Jill over for the democratic cause, or was something other afoot? Jill was curious, to say the least.
The old redhaired Lady looked still as if in her Twenties, the longevity drug worked well on her. Jill hoped it would equally well work on herself when SHE reached the age of 63. Come on, that was selfish.
They traded the usual pleasentries, ordered wine and dinner, lit their cigarettes and slowly got to business.
“Your reputation as a historianess and teacher has caught my eye, dear Lady Ryan.”
Well, heres the sugar, Jill thought wryly.
“Professionally, we at CIA are looking out for sharp, objective minds of independent position.”
“You – offer me a job?”
“Well, exactly, Lady Ryan, excactly. If its a problem for you to work for a government you are determined to overthrow in the election, please think of the oportunities. We know you are interested in the european developments, especially Germany. We know too, that you had several run-ins with your own folks, even with the great Miranda herself.”
“I am not surprised that you know. I thought that conversation was private. Do you really tell me you have Lady Landons fitness room bugged?”
“Hell, no, what do you think? Even if so, would I tell you that? Serious, people talk, as you should know, and in this room at the time were several other ladies, not to mention the pleasure boys.”
Jill snorted. She disliked the republican chief personally for her sexual taste. Jill herself was conservative to the bones, in other words, loyally engaged in a lesbian marriage for over 12 years.
“Anyway, what do you say? You would work as a private consultant to a special branch we are creating. Intelligence gathering on the fascist states and fascist movements all around the world. We will look on military, economy, society. We want you to put all the tidbits the beancountresses gather together. You would only report to me. Its a full time job, and the pay is not what you get now. You know, the budget...”
Jill lit another Lucky Filter and hid her confusion behind blue smoke.
“Naturally, you will think about it, and talk it through with your wife. How is Beth? Fifth month, as I recall?”
“Uhh, yeah, in a foul moud my better half, to tell the truth...”
“Her first child?”
“Yeah. She wanted one of her own.”
“Your ... daughter? ... is now 9?”
“Florence. I sometimes believe she is coming after her begetter, so calm and docile.”
Damn, this old bitch guided her through the conversation like the old politician she was.
“I will have to think about the job. Its a challenge, no doubt, but the political side is a problem. Can I call you back?”
“Sure, our secretaries can handle the details. Here comes the pasta. Ever dinned pasta in Italy proper?”

*In reality CIA didnt exist in 1936. (Just in case anyone feels inclined to tell me that.)


Luftwaffe research and testing facility Rechlin, Germany, 6th of January, 1936, 8.25 hours

Oberst Freifrau Manuela von Richthofen, a slender blonde with blue eyes and the hair in a long plait, was a bit nervous, to say the least. Smoking one american Marlboro after the other, she awaited the Frau Reichsmarschalls arrival, and her entire staff.
Today she would present the new Ju 87 Stuka dive bomber to the chief of the Luftwaffe. A whole squadron of 12 of the new birds would fly a sharp attack on an assembly of old tanks and trucks out there on the training ground. Though General Udets idea, it was her, von Richthofens unit, and she had trained the pilots herself. Her maidens were the best in the whole Luftwaffe, but she would feel better if she could fly the mission herself, in the first Stuka.
But she had to be here on the ground, to guide and explain everything to Frau Goering and her entourage. The mighty Hella Goering, clearly number two in fascist Germany, well known for her extravagancy and her wild parties, involving sexual actions Manuela hadnt ever dreamed of– or feared – before. Jovial on the outside, Goering could bite deadly as a snake. Ladies getting in her way or disappointing her didnt just loose a fortune, they frequently simply vanished.
Manuela bit her lips and fingered a new cigarette out of the pack.
“Frau Oberst, the Frau Reichsmarshall has arrived.”
Well, now or never...
One hour later, Manuela was still alive. Outside the old tanks and trucks burned, shattered by the precise attack of the Stuka squadron. The overweight Hella Goering laughed and joked, patted Manuela constantly on the small shoulders, and exclaimed enthusiastically:
“The Fuhra has to see this. Thats the weapon we need. We will built thousands of these Stukas, and then, Freifrau Manuela, then...”
She laughed again.
Thousands of Stukas, not just a squadron. All these planes, they needed commandresses. And they would be used. Fame, and power, in Manuelas reach. She allowed herself a smile, which grew over the coming minutes. The world would get to know the Stukas. And would get to know Manuela von Richthofen...

FOLLOWING CHAPTERS can be found on my deviantpage: tashmaldeviantart.com in the gallery folder CATWAR