She woke up chained in paradise—bare, collared, leaking, and wrong. Her name stolen, her limbs unlearning how to walk, her body twisted into something obscene and obedient. In this pastel prison of picket fences and Stepford smiles, she isn't a woman anymore. She's a pet. A fuckpet. And everyone treats her like she was born to crawl, whimper, and serve. But she remembers. She remembers being human. Even if no one else does. Welcome to the neighborhood!
Spencer, a single male with submissive tendencies, moves to a rural backwater called Pikes Hill, and soon finds that its community has unusual qualities that excite his inner desires. He soon learns that the hierarchy there is a matriarchal one, the males there living under a code of servile obedience under the stern heel of womanhood. Becoming acquainted with the women there, he realises that he has become not just an object of dominant feminine desire, but an asset to be put to good use.
This was a totally different Wendy from the lady I’d seen fucking a young bull the other day. If I didn’t know any better it was a act, and a terrible one at that, but soon she finished with him and walked out of sight.
A girl's curiousness gets the better of her and she makes herself a part of the group of teens that sits around a beach bonfire. Little does she know how much a part of the group she'll become...
Could Sophie McNeville do enough to satisfy the four abductors long enough for her to to work out an escape plan, or was the family's fate sealed from the beginning?