2064
Due to the war of 2019 the female birthrate had rose dramatically. To help control the population the World Congress passed the Female Population Control Bill when a quarterly lottery would randomly select women for internment at a ‘reproduction camp’. For a woman to earn freedom she would have to be pregnant carrying a male child within one year of internment. Not bearing a male child or carrying a female baby during that year is cause for elimination by execution. The executions are held the last Saturday of each month. The event draws a nice crowd of paying spectators.
To make this socially acceptable their bodies are used as food stock or animal feed. I am not sure how the women being executed view their own demise. We will follow the story of Heather Sutton. In 2063 she has just graduated from college.
I’m not the most book-smart woman in the world but I have other ‘assets’ that helped me graduate if you know what I mean.
I found out what works on the professors if you get my hint. One of the perils of graduating is I lose my student deferment from the lottery but I should be able to pop a baby boy before I can be picked in a drawing. I quickly landed a job at THT Inc. as the chairman’s assistant. It used to be called ‘his secretary’. About all I do besides answering the phone is fuck off and fuck the boss. I hear earlier in the century that could be sexual harassment but he never turned me in.
One day I received a certified letter (yes, they still exist). I open it and am shocked to find my name has been drawn and I will be picked up before 5 PM today!
I go see my boss. Mr. Tree is quite sympathetic in his own strange way.
His way of showing it certainly passed the time quickly but being led out through the office stark naked with his cum oozing down my thighs is somewhat embarrassing even though I am sure that the sight of me fulfilled more than a few people’s fantasies. I’m tossed in the back of a car and secured as a small crowd watched.
So I am off to the fuck farm. How bad can it be?
-Heather
Tree
Of course that will depend on the crew there. I hope they are nice…
Due to the war of 2019 the female birthrate had rose dramatically. To help control the population the World Congress passed the Female Population Control Bill when a quarterly lottery would randomly select women for internment at a ‘reproduction camp’. For a woman to earn freedom she would have to be pregnant carrying a male child within one year of internment. Not bearing a male child or carrying a female baby during that year is cause for elimination by execution. The executions are held the last Saturday of each month. The event draws a nice crowd of paying spectators.
To make this socially acceptable their bodies are used as food stock or animal feed. I am not sure how the women being executed view their own demise. We will follow the story of Heather Sutton. In 2063 she has just graduated from college.
I’m not the most book-smart woman in the world but I have other ‘assets’ that helped me graduate if you know what I mean.
I found out what works on the professors if you get my hint. One of the perils of graduating is I lose my student deferment from the lottery but I should be able to pop a baby boy before I can be picked in a drawing. I quickly landed a job at THT Inc. as the chairman’s assistant. It used to be called ‘his secretary’. About all I do besides answering the phone is fuck off and fuck the boss. I hear earlier in the century that could be sexual harassment but he never turned me in.
One day I received a certified letter (yes, they still exist). I open it and am shocked to find my name has been drawn and I will be picked up before 5 PM today!
I go see my boss. Mr. Tree is quite sympathetic in his own strange way.
His way of showing it certainly passed the time quickly but being led out through the office stark naked with his cum oozing down my thighs is somewhat embarrassing even though I am sure that the sight of me fulfilled more than a few people’s fantasies. I’m tossed in the back of a car and secured as a small crowd watched.
So I am off to the fuck farm. How bad can it be?
-Heather
Tree
Of course that will depend on the crew there. I hope they are nice…
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, so to speak (provided you don't kill off all the fertile women before we get started).
NO. I SUPPOSE NOT.
