Woman's World

In the 21stcentury a mild disease spread throughout the world - no more troublesome than a cold. The importance of the epidemic only became gradually clear many decades later as it affected the Y chromosome. The next generation had a lot of male infertility and nearly all of the children born were female. The population plummeted and modern civilization collapsed. Communities became totally female and the most precious substance in the world was human semen. Meanwhile nature recovered, taking back the cities, the mass agriculture and the seas.

The USA was no longer united, but small clusters of largely farming and hunting communities around a few males, with limited technology. The women were as tough and resourceful as their pioneer foremothers, but with the knowledge of the past had kept medicine at a much higher level.

Some older firearms had been converted to flintlock muzzle-loaders. While bartering had replaced dollars, the nearest thing to a currency standard was a pound of gunpowder, made with volcanic sulfur.

Women did the work. Men lived like princes, but not free.

CHAPTER 1

Ma was right. They hunted and catched us. We knowed the woods and the mountain real good, but there was too many of them, and it got cold at night away from the cabin.

As she warned, they was all women. No beards, and bumps on their chests. They had guns as well. We knowed what guns was, because we had one in the cabin, with balls but no powder. We had a picture of Pa with a gun and a moose, from the old days.

Ma said we was the last boys born on the mountain. She'd heerd of boys being taken away so she and Pa came away to the cabin and lived there. Pa died first, so we didn't really member him. But Ma learned us to catch fish and game, grow vegetables and survive. The town was deserted as long as we knowed. We'd took everwhat worth having over the years, and now you could barely make it out from the forest. Some animals liked it, so we set traps.

It was whilst checking our traps we was seed. We got away, but they come back, more and more of them, again and again. They found the cabin, and left some women there, so it was tougher and eventually we was caught. I reckon some of them women was near as good a hunter as Ma.

Finally, we was pretty well surrounded. Seeing those guns, we dropped our bows and put our hands up, like Ma told us to.

Then they shot us! It was a bang in the chest. It didn't hurt as much as I expected, but then I felt I was dying.

"I love you, boy," I said to my brother as I collapsed. He just said "Tarnation!"

Course we weren't dead, just some medicine to knock us out. When we woke up, we was trussed with some metal things.

The women who captured Dave and Dan used airguns.

They asked us our names, and we had to think a moment, because we never used them. Just two of us together meant we didn't need to. Dave and Dan. Ma used them, but that was quite a whiles ago. It was a grizzly that got her, so we was on our own. We didn't understand when they asked our age, but reckoned we had seen liketa thirty winter when they put it that way.

We was kept locked in a sort of cabin on a cart while they took us to the prison. It took some days, and they talked to us sometimes, but was hard understanding each other. We had food, water to drink and wash, and a hole to shit in.

There was nothing much else to do, so we sucked each other's cocks. Ma taught us how to do this. We sometimes just used us hands, but it was a real comfort having your brother's cock in your mouth while he does yourn. We tried to come together. Under the stress, we did it a lot.

Mum had also taught us to fuck her. She said it was the proper thing to do, and if we did it to young women, they'd have babies, like the goats did. She was too old, apparently. Oh, how we missed fucking Ma! She liked it a lot, too. With her gone, sucking off was all we had.

We asked the women if they'd like us to fuck them, but they didn't seem to understand. Maybe we was too dirty. They had proper clothes, like new, while ours was more patches than anything else.

The prison was a bit like a picture of the Alamo we had in a history book at home. There was women with guns. We found out later they was to keep other women out, not men in. The people who met us was all women, but covered all over with glass over their faces - worried about disease I reckon.

They was real friendly until the door locked behind us and we was prisoners.

There was a winder on one wall and behind it stood two naked men. We thought at first they was women, cause they had no beards, but they had no tits, and we could see their cocks when they stood back.

"Welcome," one said. "I'm Prince one, this is Prince two."

(I thought they was saying Prisoner one and two!)

We told them we was Dave and Dan, which sure foxed them.

"Which of you is the oldest?" Prince two asked.

"Neither," we said together, "we're twins."

"Well, you'll be Prince three, and you'll be Prince four," Prince one said, pointing.

"The hell we will!" we said together.

"I'm Dave," I said and "I'm Dan," said my brother.

Prince one was obviously the boss.

"It doesn't matter. Why don't you get out of those clothes and have a good wash?"

That seemed like a good idea, as we was getting real high. Maybe they'd have some new clothes like the women wore.

Washing was weird. You didn't have to pump, just turn a handle and it rained from the ceiling! It was hot though, so I jumped out, and Prince two told me how to make it cold. There was some good soap, too, better than fat and ashes. We'd run out of soap from the houses in the town a good few years back, and I'd near forgot what it was like. There was a soft towel to dry with, as well. There was some real good scissors as well, so we trimmed each other's hair and beards.

But the cupboards in which we'd put our clothes was empty. Prince two told us we wouldn't need them as the place was warm. We'd seen smoke from the chimneys, and learned it heated water for washing and also pipes around the rooms. There was blankets for the beds, and we could cover ourselves with them if it was cold in the garden.

Although we was all Americans speaking English, it was mighty hard for us to understand each other. Our lives was that different. Still, they explained why we was locked in.

It seemed the disease Ma had told us about killed mostly men. What was worse was that boy babies mostly died young. For folk to survive, the few men there was had the job of making babies for as many women as possible.

Well, Dan and me couldn't be more pleased. Why had Ma kept us away? Prison looked real luxury compared with the cabin, and we'd be glad to fuck as many women as we could!

Afore that, they had to make sure we don't got no diseases. They called it kwaranteen. Some women through a winder on the other side of the room gave us instructions. There was a seat by a wall, with a hole where we could put an arm through to be stuck with a needle. This was either to take a small bit of blood so they could look for germs in it, or to put in something called vax to kill the little varmints. They also wanted our jizz, so there was another hole and some sort of contraption wanked the cock. It weren't bad, but we were looking forward to fucking lots of women! They told us not to suck each other off, as they wanted to see just how much we could produce in a week.

"Good thing we kept in practice!" Dan said once, as we proved we could give a good load every day!

The vittles was good. We'd mainly et fish and small critters with taters and greens, and not so much cooking as Ma did, so it was interesting to have other meat, and real cooking with a stove and oven. It was a powerful surprise they had hen's eggs, since we only had eggs in the spring. As we learned the names of dishes, we was told we would have a choice when we went to live with the princes.

We got a bit angry with Ma. We had been cold and hungry often enough, hiding from women. It was OK when we was fucking her, but we had missed out on years of fucking and feasting!

The princes told us that they had lived a great life as boys. They got the best of everything, played what games they wanted, and girls were always respectful and helpful. Then when they started making semen (what they call jizz) they came here to serve humanity. It was the best thing in the world to be a boy or man today.

They laughed at our hard life, which got us het up, but Dan said Ma and Pa was only doing their best. It was a shame how they got the wrong idea.

It was weeks before the women let us through. The princes greeted us most enthusiastic, giving us a big hug, which was nice.

"God, but you're hard!" Prince two said, and we all laughed. They was all soft with no muscles. We'd gone a bit that way, but still had mountain muscles. Well, we wouldn't mind getting softer with the good vittles and lots of women. They showed us round our palace - real luxury like we'd never knowed. Carpet on the floor, lectric lights and radiators. They thought we wouldn't know what they was, but we knowed from Ma and checking out old houses. We'd just never used them, that's all. We could choose from four bedrooms, but instead we moved a bed from one into another, not wanting to be apart.

There was four towers where women watched for trouble outside and kept an eye on us in case we got hurt. There really weren't no trouble from outside, just critter damage to the fence beyond the wall, so it must have been mighty boring.

The garden was no more than hundert yard square with grass, bushes and flowers. There was a mesh over it which stopped birds getting in. We thought that was a shame, but the princes said birds might could carry germs, and we was too valuable to risk them.

Finally we asked them how the fucking was fixed, but they didn't know the word.

"How we put our semen in the women," I finally says, simple as I could.

"Oh that," said Prince one.

"That's easy, just over here."

He showed us a place like in the kwaranteen where we put our cocks into the wanking contraption.

"Every day, or more if you can manage it," he said with a big smile.

"That's where you do your - fucking? Is that the word? They take it away and give it to women all over the state. I don't know the details. The midwife seminates the women, and helps with the birth of the babies."

"Goldurnit!" said Dan, just like Ma did when things went wrong.

"It's just what she was afeared of. It's a prison!"

CHAPTER 2

"What happens if we don't put our stuff in that there thingumajig?" Dan asked.

Prince one frowned.

"You have to, or you won't get breakfast."

"That's OK, I'll eat yourn," Dan said and you should have seed his face!

"And I'll have the other guy's vittles," I said with a big smile.

Me and Dan looked at each other. There was no way these bags of piss was gonna stop us.

We decided we liked Prince two better, cause he tried to be reasonable with us.

"But don't you like giving semen? If you didn't, it would only come out in the bed eventually."

We laughed.

"Not us, we help each other get it out anyway. It's better than that contraption."

They looked cumfluttered. I reckon they'd never knowed nothing different.

"Now listen here!" Prince one said.

"This is just the way it is. We're special. We live well, and don't have to work, just giving our semen."

"Special like a cow," says Dan.

"Anyways, we ain't afeared of hard work. Be more interesting than all the time setting on your butts."

Prince two come to the rescue.

"Please try to co-operate. It's wonderful to have two more men. If you give trouble, they'll take you away somewhere else, likely separate you, as well."

Well, that shook us. I dursn't think of life without my brother.

He told us the guards have lectric sticks which hurt you like banging your elbow, but lots worse. They'd used them on another prince and taken him away. Maybe he was tied to the contraption.

We was both plumb scared, just thinking about, so agreed to go along with things.

Ma had taught us to read, so we was special glad there were books, and we was told the women would get us more. Most of the books we had seen had been rotting away, but the library had them all new.

The final act of the Federal Government had been to print and distribute two million books on a special plasticized paper developed for banknotes which the technologists estimated would last for hundreds of years. A thousand copies of two thousand books. One thousand were on practical crafts in a world without gasoline, mains electricity or mass production. The last Amish community had been a big help. How to make and use a plow, a hand loom, a blacksmith's forge, a pottery kiln etc. Basic medical diagnosis without X-rays and other advanced equipment; childbirth; simple surgery; medicine from plants; culture of antibiotics; the use of a non-electric microscope and plant dyes to examine cells.

One thousand were for enlightenment. Classic American literature and a selection from elsewhere - mostly in English, but some in French, German and Spanish in that language and translation. History of America - mostly the US, but also South America, including the peoples who lived there before European colonists, and even back to the dinosaurs. Geography - the states to a detail that might be helpful to travelers, but also the world and some information about it. Science - basic physics, chemistry and biology to a level that might be appreciated in the everyday world, but some just showing the wonder of the universe which future generations might explore.

It turned out there was some rules we didn't know yet.

They was pretty obliging with the vittles, but there was limits. Waffles with syrup was new to us and good, but we couldn't have them all the time. We had to mix around to keep healthy, and they wouldn't let princes get too fat, even for winter. They also did exercises, which we laughed at. Something called press-ups, for example. Prince two could do five, and Prince one was cocky because he could do ten, so me and Dan had a race, which he won, getting to a hundert first.

Then Dan had a quiet word with me.

"If we laze around like these mules, we'll get soft like them. Let's try to keep our muscles as much as we can. I'm fixing to get out of this trap if I have to chaw my leg off to do it, and we'll need to be strong to get away."

We told the women we wasn't comfortable not having nothing to do, we needed exercise. We went back into kwaranteen and they did some tests which obviously impressed the doctor. They got us something to run on without going nowhere, and some weights we could heave around, so we spent a few hours a day working up a sweat. The weights was fitted on a bar, and there was a bench for lying on. They got us a book with pictures of things to do to train different muscles.

We used the room without the bed, which the doctor woman said was Jim's room. Prince one tried a couple of weights, but said it was boring and he'd rather read.

We got more to eat than the princes cause of it. They also let us plant some vegetables. The princes didn't pay no mind to flowers anyway.

Once every couple of weeks we had to get into kwaranteen while some women went into our living area, all covered up with glass on their faces, to clean up. It must have been OK with two, but with four was crowded.

We said we'd be glad to be useful and clean up. The doctor said it was something called the rappy, so they put the cleaning kit in the kwaranteen, and we done it. We also put in any blankets that needed cleaning, so a couple of women only came in about every month, just to looksee.

We also talked to as many of the women as we could. They hankered to hear about our lives, and was happy to tell us about themselves and the world.

It was interesting for us too, but there was another reason. When we was being learned how to hunt, Ma told us you have to understand the critters - their likings, their behavior and where they go. We weren't fixing to hunt women, just to escape from them, but we needed all that stuff. We also learned about what it was like outside the walls, and in particular a mountain we could see. If we got there, we might could have a chance.

Anyways, a week or two of freedom would be better than none, and we might could find some women to fuck. They wouldn't know that word, but would know seminate.

CHAPTER 3

In the winter we realized why we didn't get no clothes. It was warm inside and there was books and games they taught us. With no shoes and only blankets it'd be hard to run away.

Next year we left it until berries was out so's there'd be enough to gather and eat on the move. Gardening meant we had a trowel and a fork to dig with.

We let on we hankered for sleeping under the stars, which weren't no lie. But we got some extra blankets and ground sheets.

We took some of the darkest color blankets, blue-black and green. We cut a hole in one to go over the head, and used another as a skirt. We would have been mighty glad of a needle and cord, but tied them up with strips of cloth. We tied more cloth around our feet. We made pokes to carry stuff - what vittles we had been able to hide, the scissors (to break into two knives), the trowel and fork, a book with a map, an eating fork, a spoon (the only silverware they give us) and a cup each. I'd found a stone in the garden which struck sparks off the trowel, and we'd gathered fluff and wood scrapings to use as tinder. We had the groundsheets as well for cover from the rain.

The lights went off an hour after sundown, and we all went to bed. About an hour later according to the moon, we checked the princes was asleeping, and went to corner where we reckoned the guards didn't see so well. We piled up beds, tables and the bench, I climbed and could get my hands over the top of the wall. There was a thick wire mesh to keep us in and others out, and a narrow one for the birds. Dan reached me the bar from the weights and I worked it till I done got the big mesh free enough so's we could crawl through. I passed the bar back and dropped our pokes over then hung by my hands to drop down, and he did the same.

There was a clear patch then a tall barbed wire fence. Dan worked one strand with the garden fork till it broke, and we finally got through. We knowed the guards didn't pay much mind, and we was in dark clothes where the moon didn't shine.

We made straight for the road, and ran along a few miles until there was a patch of scree, so we could get off without leaving tracks, and headed for the mountain. Around sunup, as we expected, it started to rain, which would make it harder to follow, even with dogs.

It took us three days to get to the foot of the mountain. We only et what we brung with us, keeping clear of a village. We didn't want to leave any signs by taking crops. Once we got into the forest, we started to look for some more vittles, though there weren't much, just some berries and a few roots we et raw. We also got some snails out of a creek - vittles for hard times, Ma said.

Another day of hard rain (what Ma called a frog strangler) took us up to a homestead with some goats in a pen and smoke from the chimney. We snuck into the barn to rest up, and see if there was any vittles.

We had just set down in some straw when the door opened and a woman with a gun called out "Hidy girls! Come out where I can see you, or get shot like a polecat!"

"What in tarnation?!" she says as we come into the light.

"Dagnabit if you ain't two bucks! Or the first girls with beards I ever seed!"

"If that ain't a sight for an old cunt!" she said, all amused.

"Please, Ma'am, we just want to rest up a spell. Won't be no trouble," I said.