What's the best gift a man could get? A mansion with a secret. But when the cute maid is on her knees calling you master, and begging to be used. It becomes clear. This is a free use mansion and this maid is yours. Anywhere. Anytime. No matter what she is doing. So what are you waiting for? Why not help yourself while she cleans the kitchen.

Ten stories and an exclusive bonus sceneOur female football team had a great idea. We are going to auction ourselves off to be used with no limitations by the highest bidder. Each one of us was bought by someone different. Nerds, a professor, our coaches, boyfriends even an entire frat party. I guess what makes this so much fun... you never know who or what we are going to do.

They serve more than breakfast in this house.The mansion still doesn't feel real. But the girls do. Especially Cassia, who kneels beside my chair like she's tasting worship. The kitchen smells like toast and desire. Everything they do is soft, practiced, and meant to please.They say I'm the master. That obedience is baked in. I don't know what I'm becoming here, only that they want it. Every look. Every bite. Every moan.I said yes once. Now I can't ...

She kneels when I walk in. That's how it starts.I'm not rich. I'm not powerful. But when I inherit a mansion from a guy I barely remember, everything changes.The house is immaculate. The staff is stunning. And the maid drops to her knees like she's been waiting for me all her life.No questions. No hesitation. Just soft eyes, parted lips, and total obedience.They say I'm the new master. They say everything here is mine.

He said I was different. Now I know I'm not the first.I've learned how to kneel, how to obey, how to come when he tells me to. I thought that made me special. But when Starling returns, flawless and trained, I see what I really am.He still says I'm different. That I bend instead of breaking. That I make him feel something none of the others ever did. But when he tests me, side by side with her, I start to understand what obedience truly costs.

Our female football team had a great idea. We are going to auction ourselves off to be used with no limitations by the highest bidder. Each one of us was bought by someone different. Nerds, a professor, our coaches, boyfriends even an entire frat party. I guess what makes this so much fun... you never know who or what we are going to do.

Ten erotic stories of bimbos, dolls, and the men who own their minds.There's nothing like watching a smart, sharp woman turn into your perfect little plaything. Whether she's a bimbo with pouty lips and an empty head or a doll who lives to be dressed and used, they all have one thing in common. They don't think. They don't resist.They just smile, obey, and wait to be told what to do next.This bundle brings together ten stories of blank stares, perfe...

A new reality show is about to change everything. One villa. Endless temptation. Only the bold survive The Breeding GamesEvery release earns points, every pregnancy rewrites the leaderboard. Behind the lights and the audience votes, five women learn that pleasure is power and survival takes more than submission.Alliances burn, rivals rise, and every round pushes the Game deeper into obsession.The Breeding Games: Boo...

A new reality show is about to change everything.I came here as the good girl, the one who never took risks. Now I am trapped in a breeding contest where every release is a point, every pregnancy is protection, and eliminations are real. This is no ordinary show. It is a game where fertile women chase points, risk impregnation, and fight to survive while the cameras never look away.One villa. Endless temptation. Only the bold survive The Breeding Games

In the corner of the area is a large wooden stockade like something from a medieval movie. "Oh god." I murmur, my knees wobbling slightly. Before I can protest, Rachel gently but firmly leads me over to the stockade, her eyes sparkling with excitement. The guys on the bed are already getting up, moving closer, licking their lips hungrily.

There's one sideshow at the Breeding Amusement Park I've been desperate to work. The Shoot-'em-Up Gallery. One wall of beautiful plump ass-ets. Take a shot and mark them with your seed, and then claim them. There's no better way to get pregnant.

They told me to enjoy my prize. Then they locked the door.I thought I'd earned a night with Nine. A private room. A softer game. But the Private Villa isn't a reward. It's their home. And I'm not here to rest.One by one, they come for me. Hands rough, mouths hungry, eyes burning. My body bends to fit them all. My lips part without thinking. It's raw, unrelenting, and it breaks me open in ways I didn't know I craved.Nine watches from the shadows, con...