Post Apocalypse Stories

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.

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

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...

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 in the Erotic Future Universe
Two years on Molly and Dan have a Baby who needs weening and the birth pains of other grander changes are all around them in the world. When it comes to sex crazed teenagers however. The more things change, the more things stay the same. (This story follows on from 'The Supremacy of Miss Molly May Everard'. You'll need to read that first to follow this one.)

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.

A Calamity has wiped out most of the population. A few powerful men run each surviving nation. They want to repopulate the world quickly, and for that purpose they need a reproduction rate above what the women would choose. Using some clever bits of genetic engineering, the ruling men compel women to do their bidding in the realm of sex and reproduction, without threat or force.

She looked unarmed. "STOP!" he ordered using his falsely deepened authoritative voice. It was a girl, Young, maybe late teens, battered and dirty. Likely half his age. "My parents are dead." So was much of the World's population. The end had come swiftly. But a girl, out here, alone? He couldn't help himself.