by Peter Loaf
The toxic planet, birth rate collapse
Few are left fertile, the panic traps
God fearing people
Flock to the steeple
An Army of geldings, believing saps
Gilead Nation, religious lock
Handmaidens fertile, for breeding stock
The females enslaved
Their souls thus saved
My ankles strapping, my wrists in hock
My need for freedom, slipping away
My crime of dreaming, secret betray
The watchers stationed
Traitor to nation
A month of retraining, “You must not stray!”
Patriot Center, retraining slaves
Brick tunnel echoes, series of caves
A spotlight shining
Gag garbled whining
Paper dress shredding, the open grave
In handcuffs taken, sub level B
No mercy showing, gag muffled plea
The portal closing
Here for a hosing
First pit of Hades, needing to flee
A chain hoist lifting, upended hung
Thumb in my bummer, torments begun
Three demons standing
My mind expanding
Three feet of penis, I shouldn’t have run
Three legged stool, next to my head
Gag ball removing, and nothing said
Ring gag still bracing
His foot-long facing
Gag gargle retching, his sausage fed
Two penis whipping, my open sex
My nipples pinching, closely inspects
My pussy claiming
Free woman shaming
Pussy juice spurting, spattering flecks
Gasping and thrashing, hung up to fuck
Three demons sharing, girl out of luck
Two cocks entwining
My colon mining
My pussy popping, a cock to suck
Back at the manor, properly trained
The bruises marking, new rules explained
Tonight I’m fertile
Bent over hurdle
Handmaiden serving, in chains detained
Once a month service, most fertile day
Wanting me horny, no games I play
“Children are treasured”
“Handmaiden pleasured”
Most men are sterile, all for display
(Thank you and let’s have a round of applause for Margaret Atwood, who’s 'The Handmaid’s Tale' inspired this story. Read it if you can. Or better yet listen to it on recorded books, the way it was meant to be experienced. Watching the movie is an ok last choice. As almost always, the book is better.)
