Tasha was the head of the scientific expedition to explore ancient peoples in Northern Europe. She smirked to herself as she read the letter one more time. She had been chosen to travel back in time using newly discovered time stream technology to study ancient cultures and people in Northern Europe. The letter warned that she would be the only one on the ex...
Celine watched the Void Springer, an ugly nearly ramshackle thing of a spaceship, slowly and masterfully land onto one of numerous platforms designed for such landings that span the Vaem tower. She was utterly disgusted by the boxy exterior and its obvious lack of maintenance. How that thing had saved Mother was beyond her but she was nonetheless grateful f...
Author's note: This is my fourth story with the lovely Amanda James starring. It takes place a few weeks after "How to be a Hucow". It is for Adults only and audiences interested in Hucows, lactation play, humiliation, and enslavement. Enjoy. ***** Amanda looked down on her laptop as she sat on her bed. The title "My week as a Hucow" was displayed at the...
It was Annika's birthday, her eighteenth birthday to be specific. Annika is a gamer, doesn't matter if its playing games on Steam, rolling dice around the table while playing Pathfinder, playing Magic or Pokemon, or playing miniatures games like Warhammer. She loved to game. Best part is, her parents were going to be out of town for a whole week, and her fri...
And so it was proclaimed in the days that followed The Great Plague, and in pursuit of the planet's repopulation, that to prevent further epidemics and rescue humanity from itself, that men and women shall remain segregated, and that healthy adult males of every age shall make frequent and unending donations at his local Seeding Center, and that every female...
(FICTION ONLY) SOLUTION to military brainstorm - create a "Breeding Farm" while solving the reproduction issue that's lingering globally. Make money and ensure new babies are born to only the "rich and famous" (aka...best "genes"..as it's survival of the fittest out there!) in the world's society. This IDEA came from Military and Global Leaders. It was a c...
It was only a week after my punishment that I was expected to go back to the black club for the formal initiation that would make a white sex slave of me. I was to be owned by the black man called Robert. His plan was to bred me as many times as he could; my womb would belong to him. I also knew that my initiation would involve me being tattooed and collare...
Deborah Aldins was having a nice afternoon when the door to her office slammed open. She raised an eyebrow at the man who quickly crossed the space and placed a piece of paper down on her desk. "We have a problem request." Elric Aldins, her husband, said as he pushed the paper forward. It was a breeding room submission, something she had seen hundreds of in...
Bred, Pregnant and Choices to make Start at the end and go back to the beginning is the best way to do this. My name is Lynn. I am now 43 yrs. old. Auburn hair shoulder length, hazel greenish eyes, engorged tits filling up with milk daily, eight months pregnant and I have to decide on if I want to continue on this course in life I have ended up involved wit...
The hangar was filled with noise. Hundreds of faceless troops were conversing with each other. Joking and laughing, making rude gestures with their pliable blank mannequin like bodies. At the end of the hangar, lights came up upon a stage with a single microphone. Behind the microphone, a brilliant purple flag swayed, the insignia of the planet Bredon flashi...