Chapters

Athena, the Head of State Science Research, basks in the knowledge that her groundbreaking achievements with the minimen surpass anything her peers have accomplished in the breeder programs or any other genetic advancements. While others may pride themselves on perfecting breeders—large, muscular men engineered purely for the sexual gratification of women—Athena's work with the minimen is a crowning glory that no one can rival.Continue

Lady Vikki adores her 4×4 with a fierce passion. To her, it isn’t just a vehicle; it’s an extension of her own strength and power. The sheer size of it—over two tonnes of sleek, imposing metal—commands the road in the same way she commands any room she enters. Like her, it’s built for domination, towering over everything else, a beast in motion. She loves the deep, growling purr of the engine when it roars to life, vibrating beneath her hands, a constant reminder of the raw force she controls with just the slightest touch.Continue

Today, Lady Vikki has set up another one of her twisted spectacles. The audience, a crowd of Ladies dressed in black leather and shiny PVC, gather around the pit, their eyes gleaming with excitement. They know what’s coming, and they are eager for the show. Vikki, standing in the center of the pit, flexes her biceps, the muscles rippling beneath her skin. Her dark eyes scan the group of skinny, trembling men before her, each one handpicked for his weakness, his inability to offer any real resistance. She grins.Continue

Daniel, trembling and sweating, licked furiously at the sole of Lady Jenna’s boot, his tongue scraping along the dirt-caked crevices. He knew the pain that would follow any hesitation or show of reluctance. Mistress Vanessa, still watching lazily from above, her heel firmly planted on his chest, seemed to be enjoying the spectacle, relishing his desperate attempts to placate them both. But today, there was a darker cloud looming in the room—the anger radiating from Lady Jenna was palpable, a violent storm brewing just beneath her composed exterior.Continue

In the brutal world Lady Jenna dominates, her power is both a weapon and a form of amusement. She revels in the absolute control she wields over every aspect of life, especially the fates of the males whose usefulness has come to an end. In Cruella, these discarded males are given a choice—a twisted illusion, where both options lead to death. Either they offer themselves to the State Scientists for experimentation, enduring agonizing medical trials, or they enter the sadistic "Target-Zone," a deadly amusement arena where they are hunted like animals for the entertainment of Ladies.Continue

In this cruel world where women wield absolute power, every interaction between the sexes is steeped in domination, submission, and relentless suffering for the men under their rule. This isn't merely a society where women command authority; it is one where power is synonymous with cruelty, and men are little more than playthings—disposable toys to be used, broken, and discarded at whim.Continue