Handmaid's Tale 2.0

Warning: This is a very harsh sci-fi story set in Handmaid's Tale 2.0.

It contains fantasy violence in a sci-fi world in the future. None of the behavior depicted here is condoned in real life. All violence is to be abhorred. If the idea of fantasy violence and death bothers you, please do not read this. WARNING

The year was 2545 and society had devolved due to the continuing evolution of mankind. Scientists had warned for years that the "Y" chromosome in mankind was being slowly bred out of humanity. By 2500, the population of males had dropped by nearly fifty percent. Females now outnumbered males by a two to one majority.

Scientists now predict that if something drastic is not started immediately, the entire species would be endangered within another 150 years.

By 2600, the split was 75/25 and humanity was freaking out. The scientists had been unable to restore the balance in chromosomes and were predicting without VERY drastic measures, humanity would die out in another 100 years. Women were resorting to paying men to have sex with them. Most men could count of having at least four females that would fuck them and pay them for the privilege.

The world central government, the World Union, met and decided on several measures. They established the Department of Female Management, or DFM that would be responsible for half of the world's population moving forward. They established a lottery system whereby every female born would be entered. When a female was born, it had a number tattooed on it and the number was entered into the lottery. One out of a 100 female babies would be left for breeding. The other ninety-nine would be sterilized. Each new female would have a number tattooed in their inner lip when they were old enough.

The fertile females would be raised by the government and used specifically for the continuation of the species. The balance of the females would be raised by their parents until the age of 18.

At the age of 18 the steriles (as they are called) were allowed to be hunted during a short season. It became a cruel, sexual game for many men in the country. The government had to finally step in and require a license to hunt steriles. The licenses were very hard to obtain. The DFM made rules on how you could treat steriles. There were quickly too many steriles for even the most aggressive legal hunters to kill. Faced with far too many steriles, the DFM finally gave in and allowed their bodies to be used for meat. Neither the steriles or breeders had a need for hair on their heads. It would mat, and since the steriles weren't washed, it became a problem. The problem was solved by shaving each one at eighteen and treating them to make it permanent. The only ones not subjected to this was the sex models. They would be trained to clean themselves and take care of their bodies.

Millionaires quickly began collecting herds and processing them like cattle. A few large ranches found it more profitable to create preserves that housed hundreds of steriles. They gave them a grain-based mush that sustained them, and drugs were put in it to make them fatter.

To stop an uncontrollable riot, the DFM finally had to devise a method where the steriles had a way to survive. The DFM developed federal parks where steriles could live in safety. They were also trained in the maintenance jobs needed to maintain the parks and the Federal buildings. They wore a special uniform that was protected from hunting or sexual conquest. There were soon thousands of the domestics around the world doing the cleaning and cooking for the government agencies. The agencies were required to house, clean, and maintain their health.

Once again in human history, the females were made to pay for humanities' survival, through no fault of their own. Of course, it wasn't the male's fault either, but governments always seem to make the women pay, whether it's religion or politics, the women pay the price. The only concession made was to allow the "entertainment" models to keep their hair and continue to be educated a little and taught speech.

Over the years, a balance slowly developed where enough steriles survived to stop the riots and maintain the new civilization.

Because of the emotional burden of seeing their daughters either killed or taken as baby mothers, parents quit having children. It finally got to the point that the DFM had to try inseminating the "fertiles" in controlled environments. They began to be called "breeders" instead of "fertiles.". Marriage went away. No man needed to "marry" a female when he could just buy one, or two, or as many as he wanted. Even then, the men didn't want breeders. Why take the time to birth a female. A male was worth a lot of money to the government, but any female born went right to the state. Maternity wards disappeared.

After years of barely having enough children to maintain the civilization, they finally figured out it would be better to pay the millionaires that already had large herds of steriles to add breeders to their ranches. When it comes to profit, people will find a way to do anything more efficiently.

The ranchers began feeding the breeders hormones that would make larger babies, with a higher percentage of males. They had been feeding the steriles feed that fattened them up for slaughter. Within a few years, the steriles on the ranches grew to an average of over two hundred pounds. They were given drugs that caused their asses to grow more meat, and the stomachs put pounds on behind the fat in the front. They were required to keep the breeders cleaner than the steriles. That was so the babies didn't get sick.

Because of the time it took to wait until they were eighteen, the DFM had to take the babies and put them in nurseries. They would pay large ranchers to raise them and decide what to do with them when they reached eighteen. Some went to the DFM work program, some went into the parks to maintain the population, the best looking went to the sex model program, and the rest were sold off to pay for the cost.

This was the one thing the DFM insisted on. They may destroy the fabric of womanhood, but they would not allow children to be mistreated. Again, it had nothing to do with morality, but the understanding even the men MIGHT object, and the sex models might revolt if something obscene started happening to the children, no matter what would eventually happen to them. You could eat them when they were eighteen, but not seventeen. This was the dystopian world they all lived in now.

After forty years, all the females were either breeders or steriles. For the next few years, the old females were all that remained of an extinct way of life. Families disappeared, replaced by men that had a harem of steriles each.

Bob had a good job with the government. He worked at one of the parks that allowed hunting one weekend a year. His job was to run the hunt and make sure the men followed the rules.

The rules are:

Each hunter is allowed two steriles. They have the choice of capturing a sterile or taking them for trophy or meat.

If you kill a sterile, you may not sexually attack it. Each carcass will be inspected by the park to ensure there wasn't any violence being done to the carcass.

If a trophy is desired, the hunter will fill out a form detailing what they want as a trophy. It ranges from just the head mounted to the upper torso mounted. They also provide a completely stuffed trophy. It was very expensive, but it was done. There are many trophies standing in rich men's den.

Bob was very busy getting ready for the upcoming hunt. He led a simple life. He only owned two steriles, and he treated them very well. Neither had any desire to run away. The concept of freedom had been bred out of them. It never occurred to them to leave.

Brad Turner was a rich rancher owner. He had over a thousand steriles he was raising, and over 500 breeders. He would walk his ranch each day to ensure none of his workers were abusing his property. Because of the shortage of male workers, Brad had older women working there. They were sterile but were protected by the need for workers. Most of the workers were these older women, and Brad found them to be meaner and harder on these poor females.

Number 14523 was an old female that worked the breeders in the large barn. Brad had an older man that ran the breeder barns and 14523 was his assistant.

Brad went into the insemination building to find 14523 herding twenty breeders into a large room. The breeders ranged from 18 to 35. After 35, they were monitored to make sure they produced a calf every year. If they missed two years in a row, they were shipped off to the slaughterhouse.

Brad watched as 14523 put each breeder into a breeding station. She would be bent over a barrel. If this was their first breeding, their hands and feet would be tied to posts. If they were used to this, they would just stand still and allow the breeding process to happen. 14523 brought the insemination hose down from above and pushed it into the breeder's vagina. She put no lube to make it hurt less. She just shoved it in and moved on to the next one. The new breeders would scream and struggle against the violation. If they fought too hard, 14523 would whip them on their ass until they stood still. When all 20 were connected, 14523 turned the machine on and the fluid would be pushed into the vagina of each. Once they were filled, the hose stayed inside the fertile until a designated time passed. Once 14523 was satisfied they had been bred properly, she released them to a different pen and went back for more.

Each breeder wore a monitor that told them when they were "in heat" or ready to be fertilized. 14523 went through the herd, searching for the breeders whose monitors were beeping. She would separate them out of the rest of the herd and take them to the insemination room.

Brad nodded and went on. The next room was the feeding room. A large group of steriles were preparing the mush necessary to feed the 1,000 steriles twice a day. Most steriles were fed in the pasture by tractors that pulled feeding wagons. When the steriles in each field saw the wagon coming, they would follow it to the trough.

The next room he entered was the feeding room for babies. The babies must stay with the mother until they can be weaned and can eat the mush. Any male was removed immediately after weaning, but the females were separated by sterile or breeder. Once weaning, the ranchers that were raising the little ones would come and get them. The first rancher was paid by the government for delivery to the other rancher.

Whenever Brad wanted to send a truckload of steriles to the market, he and a couple of his men would go through the herds and select the fattest steriles, and sperate them to a special pen. Once they had enough for a shipment, they backed the truck up and drove them into the truck.

Brad would walk his fields, looking for steriles that were pretty and fit. He would take a couple to his home and keep them until he tired of them. When it was time, he would give them to one of his workers or send them to market. He always had a couple at his home.

This was Brad's life. It is all he has known. His father had run this ranch, and he had been born there to one of the breeders. His father had kept fucking the breeders until he got a male. No one had mothers any longer, they only had a birth breeder.

Bob gathered his park rangers. They would discuss the upcoming hunt. They had nearly 1,000 steriles running wild in the park. They had buildings throughout the park that they could get out of the cold or rain. The rangers brought the mush to each building each day. The steriles were brought inside during the winter months into large barns that were heated and had stalls with straw for a group of twenty. The rangers only had to put them into a stall once. After that, the steriles would stay in their own group.

This condition in their civilization had been going on for nearly 100 years. Most of the steriles didn't speak any longer. There was no one for them to speak to. One hundred years had reduced them to what the government wanted, sheep.

Some of the steriles in the park stayed near the buildings of the managers. They were tame and would look for handouts from the workers. There were good buildings there they could stay in and not roam in the park.

There were more steriles that wanted nothing to do with the rangers and never came near the front of the park. They stayed away from the males and lived in the wild. Bob figured there were at least a hundred of them he had never seen since they were released into the park. They would come to the feed buildings when no men were around.

Bob had no idea how wild steriles survived the winter. They were naked, after all. No breeder or sterile had worn clothing for over one hundred years.

The limit this year was one hundred steriles this year. Each year, the government decided how many steriles could be killed in each park. This year, they had a limit of 100.

They also had a limit of fifty hunters. They learned through bitter experience that you needed at least twice the steriles than hunters. There were too many arguments over who shot the trophy. The system was developed whereby the hunter was to attach a tag with his number on it into the ear of the kill. If the ear was cut off by another hunter and a new tag was put in its place, that hunter would be banned from the park. Each hunter knew there were rangers in every area of the park, watching.

Watson was a fifty-year-old who delt in service steriles. His business was in a large city, and he had a license to sell steriles for individuals. Steriles came in two models, service and sex. The service models would clean, cook and take care of the home. They were declitted to reduce any unwanted stimulation. The sex models were obvious. The government would take the prettiest when they turned 18 and sent them to a school to learn the secrets of seduction and the male anatomy. They were also the only steriles over the years that were still taught how to speak. They were schooled in entertaining their masters. The service models were taught the needed skills of domestication.

Watson would buy both models from a supplier with a government license as a supplier. Watson would go and pick his stock out personally at an auction.

On this day he was looking for five new models, three sex and two domestic. He would take almost any domestic. His clients usually didn't care what they looked like, just that they could do the job. He had a few men that wanted pretty maids, but it wasn't often.

The harder part was finding the pretty sex models. The prettier they were, the more expensive they were.

There were five other bidders on this day. They were bidding on thirty models, twenty domestics and ten entertainers. Before they had to bid, they were allowed to inspect them. They could touch them, check them out, but the auctioneers were careful about what they allowed.

Watson spent most of his inspection time with the entertainers. He checked their teeth, the firmness of their ass and breasts. He asked each questions. He wanted to hear their voice. The domestics appearances weren't that important. He would take any of the cheap ones left over. Sometimes, when the market wasn't strong, he could get a discount.

The auctioneer started the auction. "Good afternoon, gentlemen. The first entertainment model is a white, twenty-one-year-old. It has a soft voice and is trained in all manor of pleasing your clients. We will start the bidding at 1000 credits. Do I hear 1000?"

The bidding went on until it went for 2500. Watson wasn't interested in this one. It's breasts were too small and it's ass was too soft.

"Next, we have an 18-year-old black that is fresh from it's training. You will be able to teach it whatever you wish from our sex packages. Do I hear 2000?"

Watson wanted this one. "3000."

"3500"

Watson increased his bid. "5000"

That only left one other bidder who was willing to pay that price for a young one. "5500"

Watson wasn't going away. "6000"

That was it. He got the black young one for 6000.

He let the twenty-five-year-old Asian go by. He would need at least one white, and he was willing to pay for it. He had one client who wanted a new model, and Watson wondered why this one was so old. There must be a reason it hadn't been sold yet. When no one bid on it, he decided to take a flyer and bid 1000. He got the Asian.

He still needed a white. The next two didn't interest him, but the last one did. Twenty-one with a great figure and a sweet voice. This is the one he needs.

The bidding went crazy, but he continued until he paid 10,000. His client may not pay that much, but it was worth it to satisfy one of his biggest clients.

The domestics were easy. He got four for 4000.

His driver was in the back with his truck. Watson paid for his new models, put a leash on each and herded them into his truck. Seven barely fit, but he didn't have far to go.

When he got to his barn, one of his men unloaded them and put them in a large pen. They milled around quietly, waiting to be processed.

One by one, they were led into his processing room. He carefully inspected each one's body, making sure there were no hidden flaws. One of the domestics had a limp. He may have to try and sell it off. If he couldn't, he may have to have it destroyed. He wasn't taking care of it longer than necessary.

The last thing he did was tattoo their inner lip with his license number. That would register them with the government. The buyer would add his three number code after Watson's number.

He was ready and he called his client. Buddy worked for the government in a minor capacity, but Watson still wanted to keep him happy. When he got there and saw the blonde white, he was very happy. He was less happy with the price, but Watson gave it to him for his cost and Buddy accepted. Watson added his number to the inner lip, put his collar on its neck, handed Bubby the leash and he walked out the front door with his new sex model. Watson had bought several of Buddy's old models. They were mostly worn out, but there was one Watson had kept. He had her at his home and was trying to get her to recover from Buddy's "enthusiasm".

When he got home, he found his domestic cleaning the kitchen. She had left him a dinner. Watson went to find his recent purchase. She was in his bed. She had a leash on her, but she had room to get to the bathroom. When he came in, she looked up, afraid. Watson hadn't been able yet to convince her he wouldn't hurt her. She had bruises and Watson hadn't touched her yet. He didn't want fear in his house. He never beat any of them. They would learn to do as he asked without the threat of violence. She wasn't there yet, hence the leash.

He sat on the edge of the bed and gave her a bite of his dinner. She hesitated but finally took it. She was very hungry. He gave her the entire meal and she hungrily ate it all.

He sat and waited for her to settle down. He put his hand out and she recoiled. He didn't try to touch her; he just held his hand out. She finally reached out and touched his hand. He didn't move, but he did smile. He went to his couch and just watched her. She ultimately fell asleep. He fell asleep on his couch. He was confident he would gain her confidence, and he would make her life better. He liked having models that weren't afraid for their lives.

The next morning, he got dressed and went to his office. He had new models to sell. He tattooed all six of the ones left. The Asian was a spitfire. Now he knew why she was this old and still not sold. He was pretty sure she had been sold several times, only to be returned when she attacked her new owners. It took a couple of his men and a knife at her throat for her to allow him to tattoo her. All six were now very sore, and he put them in a pen in the barn with straw in it. He told his men to feed them and take care of them until their lips healed.