Woman's World

In the late 21st century a mild disease spread across the world, facilitated by rapid travel and trade. Its effects were not realised until two generations later. It had affected the Y chromosome causing very few boy babies to be born. Traditional societies collapsed along with much trade and technology as the population plummeted. A few human minority populations either had some natural resistance or had missed infection by the most damaging variant due to relative isolation, though this was not understood till much later, due to the lack of science and communication as a depleting number of mainly women struggled to survive.

CHAPTER 1

I am privileged to be one of the carriers of our history, from the dreamtime to the white time and today. This is the story of the white time and how it ended.

Captain Cook and other whitefellas had come and said the land where we lived belonged to them. How can land belong to a man? You live on it for a while, that's all. And you respect it. The whitefellas sure didn't respect it. We tried to tell them how we managed it, but they wouldn't listen. They brought in strange animals and plants, which mostly didn't last, but finally they forced them on the land, and killed off lots of those we depended on, those we worshipped, our tribal animals. They killed off lots of blackfellas too.

The whitefella brought more of his people. We didn't know it then but the first ones were bad ones they didn't want in their own country. They did bad things here and more came. They built cities and dug out the land. Didn't care about our people living there. Made fences and drove us away for their houses and farms. Stopped us doing our burnings for food and to refresh the land.

Soon there was more of them than us. They raped our women and gave us liquor which made us stupid. Eventually lots of blackfellas were half white or more, but the white men didn't want them and kicked them out. Being even a little bit black meant you had to live like an animal. We lived bad lives in bad places. And we didn't live long.

But the whitefella got his comeuppance in the end. The Rainbow Serpent who looks after the land sure fixed him! He wouldn't let us do our little burnings, so the Serpent started giving him big burnings, destroying some of his houses. But the whitefella wouldn't take no notice. He wouldn't let us look after the land like we should.

Then the whitefella brought in a disease from China yellowfellas far away. Whitefellas got medicine, blackfellas didn't.

That was it for the Serpent. The Serpent is for the long time. When that China disease was licked, the Serpent started. This was in my grandaddy's grandaddy's time.

What happened was that white women stopped having baby boys. Some black women too, those that were mostly white. But there came a time when the white folk were nearly all women, and none too many of them. Their huge farms came back to the Serpent. The remaining whitefellas could only manage little ones. They had many wives, but still didn't get sons.

There had been ships coming to take away meat and bring in things, but they stopped coming. The cities emptied, and all the things they did which the whitefellas thought were important stopped, but the land didn't care.

CHAPTER 2

You know, I saw a white man. I don't mean white like Tommy Two-Hats here. I mean full on whitefella. You know they burn brown in the sun because they ain't meant for it, but no, not a lick of black in him and his wife. They tried till they were too old, but all they had was one daughter.

The few white men were too busy fucking their women to boss blackfellas, so we went back to our old ways. And the white women were more reasonable in managing their farms. They employed us and treated us as humans, not animals. And with fewer men, there was a lot less liquor available.

There weren't enough whitefellas, and the women wanted a baby so bad, they asked blackfellas to fuck them. At least they asked blackfellas that weren't too black, like Tommy, and they got daughters at least to carry on the family. Finally there was not much difference in the women who thought they were white, and the blackfellas who were fucking them.

Anyway, when I was on my walkabout, I happened to come across a white woman on horse. Real white, not even a bit black she looked to me. Turns out was the daughter of the man I told you about, who was dead along with her mother. Her name was Doreen. She saw my paint and spoke friendly to me because she knew of our customs. She said I was welcome to come and work on her farm, when I had done.

All the other farms in the area the women were half and half, generally more than half black. She was the last white woman I ever saw. Maybe she was the last white woman.

It was a couple of years later I went to work on her farm, just a youngster. She was still young enough to have another baby, and asked me straight out I could try to give her one.

I thought she'd be looking for a fella that was not too black to give her a baby, though there wasn't too many of those around, at least around there. Now as you see, I am black all the way through my grandparents and great grandparents. That doesn't make me better, just what happened.

See, it was a white disease, so the blacker her baby was, the better chance it would have to live. I didn't have to marry her, just fuck her enough for a baby to live. She said if I gave her a boy and he lived, she'd give me half the farm. If she got a girl, she'd give me a quarter.

Well, I had a woman, Nala, I was hoping to marry, so I said no. She begged me again, and I said I'd think about it. I told Nala, and said maybe I should leave the farm, and find work elsewhere. I went to tell the woman, and she asked to meet Nala. I don't know what they said, but we both went to work there, and in a while Nala had a baby girl, then a baby boy.

That's when Nala asked me to do something for her. Of course, I said anything, and she said I should try to give the white woman a baby. Nala was so sorry for her. She had been holding our babies and crying.

I don't mind telling you it was a strange experience. It wasn't easy at first. Not that she was white. Not that she wasn't keen. It was just difficult to get my cock up with a woman who kept crying. Anyways, I managed it. And not just the once. The two women told me when to fuck Doreen and when to fuck Nala. Mainly when they thought Doreen would catch a baby and Nala wouldn't. To be honest, it was pretty good fucking two women when we all got into the swing of it.

It was more than a year, and Doreen was crying again because she had her period. Nala said she shouldn't give up hope, but should depend on the Serpent. I should just fuck both of them as much as I could. I did it for two months, and neither of them had their period.

Well, it was the Serpent's work, all right, because they both had babies on the same day. Believe it or not, I was there. It was such a picture seeing the two mothers with their babies on their tits.

And Doreen had a boy! Half and half, of course. She named him Tommy.

It was OK for about a week, then he started whinging. He chundered and was losing weight. He sure was crook, but we didn't know what to do for the poor little bugger. Doreen was desperate, so handed her to Nala, and he latched onto her tit straight aways. Don't know why, but he fed so happily on Nala, and refused Doreen. Well, his ma wasn't too happy to be rejected, but was glad to see him fair dinkum after that.

A common effect of the disease was for an immune reaction to develop between the boy and the mother's milk in a week or two, but with the collapse of medical science along with civilization, no-one knew this. As a result, few boys survived their first year.

I guess Doreen was about as old as she could be to have a baby. We tried a bit, but she eventually said she was grateful the Serpent had allowed her this one. She lived to see Tommy marry and have children and when she came to shoot through it was very peaceful.

She thought Tommy was the last full half and half blackfella whitefella. There was a whitefella expression when someone has two different responsibilities at the same time. They said that fella has to wear two hats. And that's how Tommy got his nickname. I guess he's the whitest man alive. His children are more black. Their children will be blacker and soon all anyone will know about the whitefellas will be this story.