Post Apocalypse Stories

What happens to a regular guy who gets Raptured because of a prayer that he did as a child in Vacation Bible School? Is Heaven a nightmare or a dream? Would Jesus possibly regret taking everyone who ever accepted him, even a guy who outgrew it? What if he was a Jew who was talked out of it by his folks as soon as he got home twenty years ago when he was ten, in 1990? Max Rosenbaum is about to find out.

Catastrophe has struck, but Edgar Price doesn't mind. He's filthy rich, secure in a compound high up in the South American mountains and he's going to party like it's the end of the world. His guests are the same VIPs that ran the world before the calamity and will run it after. For entertainment Edgar has obtained a new shipment of willing and nubile girls. However, one of those girls is not as she appears and Edgar's orgy is about to be plunged into a weird and terrifying nightmare...

In a grim future, the Loggin Folk have always scraped by. Now hunted by a terrible foe, they flee into the mountains that they know better than anyone else. They have no modern weapons, no transport, little food. They’re down to eating tree bark for most meals but still managing to move the tribe. No worries, the Loggin Folk have never been totally out of food. They have their PickaNick basket. There’s food in it.

The colonists for the new planet are all women, to maximize population growth and avoid the distraction of male rivalry -- all women except for the few dumb men whose special skill is sniffing fertile women and whose only job is to inseminate them. Yet back on earth before they left, there had been serious quality control problems. The women struggle to get pregnant.

In a distant future, humanity fights for survival. A mutated strain of human, the Hellkite's, preys on the "Norms." One of those mutants "Iberian" seeks vengeance in a valley of the peace-loving Norms who killed his mate.

Women with access to contraception don't choose to have enough babies to keep the population from shrinking. Eventually this is a serious problem. How will different societies react?

A story I wrote over eight years ago when Fallout first came out. They understood the trade. Cunt for survival. Fair enough.

In the rad-scorched ruins of 2226, scavenger Bob Smith hunts the Veiled Archive for the legendary Codex of Unveiled Flesh. To claim its power, he must survive the carnal trials of three deadly sorceress guardians — and finally surrender to the dominant High Priestess Vespera. Brutal suspension fucking, shapeshifting fantasies, endless cum-drenched orgasms, and forbidden pleasure await in this ultra-explicit post-apocalyptic erotic adventure by Dilbert Jazz.