A vindictive older woman manipulates her naive, young co-worker Christine into being strip-searched by plant security. Christine's petite body is displayed to the plant workers at shift change and then used by two black security guards.
The passage revolves around Ayla Meadows, a confident and bold woman who desires to embrace nudity as a lifestyle. She shares a deep connection with her boyfriend, Kayne Carver, and proposes a unique lifestyle to him, where they would register as "strict permanude" companions. Kayne is hesitant but agrees to join Ayla on her journey. They engage in public nudity and intimate moments, embracing the thrill of breaking societal norms.
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.
"Bad Boy" ex-boyfriend comes to town and convinces her to meet him in a motel. She protests that she can't betray her husband but shows up in her prettiest bra, panties and stockings. They re-live the sex they had in the old days in the back of his car. She knows what it is like for a married woman to feel well fucked once again.
A young couple wander off the path and are captured by a sentient vine who fucks humans for pleasure and breeding. A dark tale told in a mix of prose and poetry.
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!