Woman's World

In the 21stcentury a pandemic disproportionately affected men, targeting a gene on the Y chromosome. Some men were symptomless, but their fertility halved. In particular, they mainly had daughters.

Chaos ensued. Wars, starvation, and the collapse of industrial society.

Two hundred years later, population had plummeted, and for all practical purposes was female. The air was cleaner and the climate had stabilized. Wildlife was occupying once great cities. Great whales roamed seas full of fish. It was not difficult to organize society so that people were fed and healthy. The few men had only one task.

CHAPTER 1

I was one of the most important people in the world, and treated like it.

"Good morning, Prince," said a pleasant female voice I recognised as Letitia. I grunted in response.

"Ready for your morning piss?"

I didn't answer but lazily moved over to the section of my bed which had a hole in it, and dropped my cock and balls through. A soft gloved hand guided a tube over my knob, and I pissed and farted my morning music. My cock was gently stroked to remove the last drops, then it was wiped and dried.

"What would you like for breakfast?"

"Don't know," I yawned.

"You haven't had eggs Benedict for a while," she suggested.

"Oh, good idea! Make that eggs Benedict."

I knew they would be prepared to perfection. I was a Prince, after all, owner of the most precious resource on the planet, and nothing was too good for me.

"Ready for your morning milking?"

"Let's get on with it," I said, a bit rudely. Letitia was a nice carer, one of the best.

Her hand stroked my cock and balls till it was erect enough, then she fitted the collector.

Her finger lubricating my anus was as gentle as ever, and the stimulator was put in.

Then the familiar sequence as my prostate filled and my cock got to full hardness. Feeling the first drop of precum at the time. An ejaculation of four pulses and a dribble. The final flush. There was a beep, and Letitia quickly removed the collector, replacing it with the piss tube.

It was pleasant, but boring. Always the same, four times a day. I was more interested in breakfast.

In order to fertilize the population of England, there were four men, and semen was the most precious substance on the planet. A small sealed thermal connection to a large stock of nuclear waste, which neither needed or permitted maintenance, had been developed as part of a too-late attempt to decarbonize the UK and was still providing electricity for a small area, one of the few places on the planet where this happened. Technology had recovered enough to enable semen to be collected and transported frozen. A quarter of it was exchanged with other European countries to keep genetic diversity.

"Hello, four," said Prince1, the oldest, nearly seventy, at breakfast. "Sleep well?"

"I always do, one," I said. "And you?"

"Well enough," he said.

I knew he had prostate issues. He was down to one milking every week. There was discussion about a possible operation, but there was no-one alive with the experience to do it.

All boys were named Prince. This was one of the few places in the world where there could be any confusion, so we were Prince1, Prince2, Prince3 and Prince4. Some people called it the Princes' Palace. We called it the Semen Farm.

I had never seen a farm, but Letitia had actually grown up on one, and it sounded wonderful. She showed me pictures she had painted of her favourite animals. I had always been kept away from animals, because of the fear of infection. I had even been given a special sterile mixture instead of breast milk, because of the fear of disease.

As a small child I had just been one of the girls, in an attempt to give me as normal experience as possible. I didn't know that the nursery was a high security place with highly selected companions from trusted mothers, and rigorous precautions. When my best friend accidentally hit me in the balls, I cried and she was never there again, though I kept asking.

As I grew older, things were different. If I wanted a toy, the other girl gave it up immediately. Which was fine in the early stages, but as I got more socially aware I became frustrated in not being part of the relationships.

At night I slept with Mummy and two Aunties, which was quite normal. Women usually paired up, and if one of them was lucky enough to have a child, they often invited another in to share the experience, in case she never did.

The bodies of Mummy and my Aunties were what I missed most in the Semen Farm. The nearest I got to contact with a female was once when I put my hand through the bed instead of my cock, and Letitia held it in her gloved hand.

Oh, how we envied women!

I didn't understand it as a child, but now it was clear that Mummy and my Aunties were having a lot of sex together. In the absence of men, it was quite open. Letitia would often spend her break with me, instead of going to the rest room, and sometimes masturbated while I watched enviously.

We men could hug and hold each other's cocks, but knew we would never be allowed to make each other ejaculate. Every single sperm is sacred. They must all be collected and used carefully.

Our little prison was quite comfortable. There was a large pleasant garden with flowers and vegetables which we tended to give us some interest, but the heavy bars and mesh across the sky kept birds and animals out. We could sometimes hear birdsong in the distance, or saw birds flying above. I had been told there were armed guards and other security outside, but we knew nothing of this.

We had to exercise for general fitness and to keep our bodies productive. Our diet was carefully balanced, but we had lots of choice within it. The other Princes told me it had not always been so good, only when the latest warden came in. The previous one had only been concerned with our sperm productivity, but the present one believed in humane conditions.

Prince1 said it could be a lot worse. He had spent a year on an exchange in a Semen Farm in Russia when he was a lot younger. The perfectly balanced diet consisted of the same pellets every day.

In order to maintain genetic diversity, men had been regularly swapped amongst countries until Russia decided to keep a particularly productive man. In two cases, men had been kidnapped during transfer by women from a poor country. Now only semen was traded, by armed convoy.

A man only produces a certain number of sperms a month, but having several ejaculations a day provides more fluid which was easier to divide up. I didn't know the details of how it made a foetus. All I wished was (like every man) that women could be fertilized the old-fashioned way as I had seen in pictures and Letitia had described seeing animals do. But I knew we could not be so wasteful.

My second milking was by Mildred. We don't know why, but it looked as if she hated her job, and us being the cause of it. She always tapped our balls to stimulate them (she said), and denied that it could possibly be painful. It was, and she knew it, but the warden could not believe it.

The others just did their jobs, but unlike Letitia, just put our cocks straight into the collector and the anal stimulator in immediately. The machine did everything, and there was no need for anything else. Letitia was the only one who gave us that little minute of human contact. As we were about the same age, we got on well together, so I was glad when it was her shift.

We both agreed it would be nice if she got some of my semen, and had a baby boy. We would never know, of course, but there would be official records looking for some pattern to improve matters.

Mainly she told me of the outside world and ordinary life. There were little things I envied, like going to the toilet in privacy. We were mostly naked and monitored all the time. I hadn't slept under a quilt since I was a child.

Mummy and my aunts visited sometimes, though it was a long journey. I so much wanted to hug them. One of them had had a daughter, though the other had not been so lucky. Having had me, Mummy was fertilized several times, but not successfully.

CHAPTER 2

Our warden was a wonderful woman! In her quest to keep conditions more humane she had asked Letitia, and we got pets. An outside area had been constructed adjacent to the wall of the garden, a sort of extension. Projecting into our area was a box in which there were sleeping places for a rabbit and a hen, so we could see them really close when they came in to rest, and we could watch them outside through a window. There was even a flexible glove and sleeve so that when they had got used to us, we could stroke them a little.

It is hard to express how much we appreciated this.

In a while another window was constructed, and they put a little hut on our side of the wall, so that we could sit in the dark and look out. This meant that we could be not be seen. On the other side was a table where food was put, and we could watch wild birds feeding.

Then Letitia suggested to the warden an alternative to the semen collectors. Big farms collect semen with the same technology as us, which was considered the best. But in smaller rural communities, the vet uses an artificial vagina, and one was made for us. There was a flexible rubber sleeve inside some sort of springy material, which was put in place of the collector. Instead of just lying there, I had to push inside, draw back and push again. It was odd, but very nice, making the effort and feeling the sensations in my cock. A little lubricant was put in the sleeve. The lab said it was compatible with the semen. Letitia told me older women used it on their genitals to have or give an orgasm.

It was so much more satisfying to work at it, instead of it just being done to me! I could manage without the anal probe, as can Prince3, but Prince2 likes to have it as well. Prince1 wasn't interested, and didn't even try it. He said he'd given enough babies that way and wasn't going to change now.

We learned to enjoy our milkings, making them much longer before we ejaculated, and we reckoned the ejaculation was better.

When it was her shift, Letitia masturbated herself with her hand in front of the window, which added to my pleasure, but also made me a bit sad, that we had to be apart. I was glad she had a woman she was very fond of and they had lots of sex, and said I wished babies for both of them.

It may have been a coincidence, but our sperm productivity was up, and the lab said there seemed to be more XY sperms. I think we were just happier.

It was after a couple of years that the warden had an idea and tried it out with Letitia and me. I was given the flexible sleeve to put on my cock. Then I stood rather than lying down and put it through a hole in a clear flexible membrane. Letitia lubricated my cock well, which felt very nice in itself then bent over, and guided it into her vagina. Then through the membrane I pushed into her actual vagina! I could also feel her body through the membrane with each push, and it was so good to be in contact with a woman again until I ejaculated.

I remained inside her until I went limp, and she removed the sleeve with my precious semen.

Prince2 and Prince3 were keen to try and enjoyed it as well. We were all grateful to the warden.

So now I was not milked. Instead, I gave semen up to four times a day. Into four different women.

It started off with the carers, except we refused to do it with Mildred, and Prince1 refused to let her collect, so we didn't see her again. Seeing how much they appreciated it, we demanded to do it with the warden. She was a good woman, and said how nice it was, but thought it should be offered to others, and declined our wish to repeat it with her.

I wanted to do it with Mummy, but she refused. She said she didn't know why, but she was happy with the sex she had with my aunts. Prince3's Mummy refused him, but was happy to do it with me. Prince3 cried because she liked it so much, so I usually do it when she visits every month. Prince2 had two sisters and I was happy to let them collect semen from me.

I think at first the other women who offered their vaginas were staff, such as the guards. But in a while I think they were visitors. We don't know on what basis they came to be semen collectors, but they were all good, though some were better than others. A few were there for the day - i.e. four collections, and some came back again. I guess they were important in some way.

The best ones actually talked with us, and we were able to let the warden know of our preferences, so we got a few favourites coming back again. Proper woman friends!

They eventually took the risk and operated on Prince1, which was successful. He was out of action for a while, and they said the first ejaculations would be contaminated with blood, so should not be used. Prince2 was allowed to help him ejaculate by using his hand on the flexible sleeve, which was then passed through the hatch for analysis, which they both appreciated. When it was clear, Prince1 went back to the semen collector, but once every other day, much more often.

We have now been joined by Prince5, and expect to have Prince6 soon, with some other Princes on the way. It looks as if XY has become a little more common.

Eventually the warden took Letitia off the rotating shifts and she just had the early one. So five days a week I woke to her voice, and I gave her my morning semen. She always stayed for the second one, and I could look at her as I gave it into another vagina. Sometimes she was able to take the second one as well. I didn't know why she was able, but I always appreciated it.

Eventually we had the good news that she was pregnant and the warden told us in confidence that it was by me. I was so pleased when she brought my little prince in to show us. She also had a daughter later, but I guess it wasn't from me. I was still delighted to see her.

It's a strange life, being a man today, but I think I am a very lucky prince.