Pixie Isobella

Jessie loves her job turning reluctant women into captive slaves known as ‘breeders’…

New book release today!!

In a patriarchal dystopia, Jessie delights in preparing her fellow women for their forced breeding…

I’m excited to announce my new book, Jessie’s Dilemma: a dystopian tale of gender betrayal and patriarchal breeding.

Jessie loves her job turning reluctant women into captive slaves known as ‘breeders’. In a dystopian near-future world, she works for the Breeding Commission, a government agency entrusted with the task of ensuring that all women comply with new compulsory breeding mandates.

Jessie is devoted to the task of detaining women who refuse to work or breed – and incarcerating them at the state-run breeding factories. Her work becomes even more fulfilling when she is given the unique opportunity to supply new breeders to the wealthy and popular politician, Lord Adrian Augustus, for his pleasure and research.

Adrian can be a good friend but he is also a cruel master – and he enjoys nothing more than fucking and breeding unwilling women. A long-time hero of hers, Jessie is immediately smitten with him.

But Jessie herself has a secret. She is an illegal virgin who has herself been evading the breeding mandates for years. In working for Lord Augustus, her secrets are about to catch up with her…

Will Jessie be able to resist Adrian’s allure? Will she persuade her boss and male co-workers that she is a valuable member of the workforce? Or will she too end up on her back, legs spread, being bred for the good of the country?

Jessie’s Dilemma is the first release in new erotic cycle called The Breeding Commission.

Jessie’s Dilemma is on the darker side of my releases, featuring heavy non-consent, female submission, patriarchy, impregnation and lactation and gender betrayal.

Read on for a sneak peak at Chapter 1!

Jessie’s Dilemma: Chapter 1

[Jessie’s Dilemma contains heavy non-consent erotica, female submission, virginity, patriarchy, impregnation and lactation and gender betrayal. All characters are fictional and over 18. This is Chapter 1]

‘But I don’t want to be a breeder!’

The girl in front of me spoke the words loudly, intemperately.

I sighed. Dealing with whining brats is probably my least favourite part of my job. Oh, don’t get me wrong — I love turning reluctant women into captive breeders. I just wish they didn’t have to whine to me about it.

I’ll never understand why new girls don’t learn. In our society, all fertile women are required to contribute and once they’re inside the walls of the Breeding Commission, their fate is sealed. There is no point complaining by then. No-one is coming to help them, least of all me.

‘It’s not fair!’ the girl cried, her big blue eyes pleading with me. ‘I tried to get a job. And I had one, just that it fell through at the last minute.’

I looked at her unsympathetically. There are people who don’t support the Breeding Commissions but I’m not one of them. Those fusspots write long articles in the papers about how we shouldn’t require women to do their duty as milkers and breeders. But I’ve never had any sympathy for the improvident girls who end up here.

I believe in the work that the Breeding Commission does and I wanted to be part of the movement. That’s why I applied to work here in the first place.

My name is Jessie — Jessica, if you’re my mom or one of my teachers back from when I was still in school — and I trained in social work and personnel management. I’m twenty-six, medium height with thick, wavy blonde hair and grey eyes. I have a cute mouth and I’m pretty, if you care about such things.

I always thought I would work in human resources, but then during my first year at university, I was lucky enough to be sent on an excursion to our local breeding factory. That was nearly ten years ago when the Breeding Commissions were still getting off the ground.

During that tour, I couldn’t keep my eyes off the women’s big pregnant bellies or their breasts dripping with milk. The tour guides even let us watch some of the men fucking the breeders. I couldn’t stop myself from watching the men’s strong, virile bodies, generously pumping their seed into the sluts to produce the next generation of workers and leaders.

I knew then that this was where I wanted to work. Our country has a population crisis and I wanted to make a difference. Of course, I couldn’t impregnate the girls myself but I could recruit them and train them up. I worked hard at my degree, and now, only a couple of years after graduating, I’m an intake worker for the Breeding Commission.

I love my job.

Our country is full of lazy girls who don’t want to contribute and, along with every other staff member at the Breeding Commission, I’m dedicated to bringing them in line. I locate and identify girls who are dodging the compulsory work-or-breed requirements set out in legislation. Once the paperwork is in order, I tag them for our ground teams to bring in, and after they’ve been detained, I process them through induction.

My job has a lot of responsibility. I decide which breeding factory each girl will be sent to. I give them their new designations.

Like I said, I love my job, and I know the power I have over these improvident girls is a key part of that. My signature on an intake form will assign a girl to a factory as a breeder for the next ten or twenty years of her life.

There is no review process — once I sign, not even a court case, will get a girl back out of here.

I sighed as I looked again at the girl in front of me. She was pretty enough with big pouty lips and large blue eyes, framed by sandy lashes. I knew the men would enjoy her large breasts and her curvy figure. They would enjoy that big mouth of hers too, at least they would once it was gagged wide open to keep her quiet and make her fully accessible.

Technically the men are only allowed to fuck the breeders in the mouth or the arse once they’re breeding. But actually, no-one really cares what the men do as long as the girls get pregnant and stay that way. The men are doing us all a favour by inseminating these girls and we should be thankful to them, so I always look the other way if I see a man cumming down a girl’s throat or ramming her in the arse.

The girls have holes for a reason and I’m just glad to see the men getting the pleasure of using them.

Of course, it was this girl’s fertility rating that really excited me.

Ever since the Breeding Commissions were established two decades ago in response to the under-population crisis, fertility testing is compulsory at universities and high schools. We test all genders of course, but only those capable of bearing children are subject to the Breeding Commission’s mandates.

Felicity Carpenter, the blonde-haired girl in front of me, had an excellent fertility rating. Frankly, I was surprised her college had even let her graduate. Some of the schools don’t, not when a potential breeder provides such a high score during her course of study. Usually, the school is happy to contact the Commission directly to deliver the girls to us, in exchange for a considerable finder’s fee.

However it had happened, Felicity had graduated, but she had been unsuccessful in finding a job within the three-month limit. Technically, any unmarried woman who isn’t at school or in paid work for three months must present to the Breeding Commission for testing and intake. They never do, of course, which is why we have to hunt the lazy sluts down and bring them in.

‘Please, can I go?’ she asked me now, holding her hands together tightly in her lap. ‘I know my uncle will give me a job.’

I rolled my eyes at the two security guards behind her, both of whom grinned and shrugged in agreement. The girl was stupid. We never let breeders go and certainly not when they have a breeding score as high as this slut.

‘If you didn’t want to be here,’ I said bluntly, my eyes meeting hers coolly, ‘you should have gotten a job. I can only assume that you don’t want to support society.’

Girls like Felicity make me so mad. I’ve always worked so hard, I had two jobs through school, and I came straight from my college to the Breeding Commission. My guess was that Felicity hadn’t even tried to get a job.

Of course, I know some employers won’t take recent female graduates, because they don’t want to train them up only to lose them. Any employer would have been worried about Felicity’s high fertility rating too. But that only makes my point for me — if she is provided with the appropriate fertility treatments and kept continually pregnant, Felicity will likely produce at least two babies a year for the next twenty years.

Frankly, it makes no sense for her to be doing anything else.

‘You’re a fertile breeder and you will make an excellent contribution to our population,’ I said shortly, more frustrated than usual.

I knew why I was frustrated too. I was sick of her whining and I wanted to get to the fun part where I watched her strip out of her clothes for hard, horny men to penetrate.

Felicity glared at me, clearly close to tears.

‘Why don’t you breed then?’ she snapped furiously, waving an arm at me. ‘You’re a traitor to all women. Why aren’t you in chains, producing babies for our so-called masters? Why does it only apply to me?’

I set my teeth firmly, suddenly wanting to slap her. I’m not the only woman who works at the Breeding Commission but I am the youngest and I’m the only woman who hasn’t had children herself yet. Most of the women here are older and married, with a brood of children at home or already grown up.

I know I’ll breed eventually — I’ll get married sooner or later, and then I’ll produce the four children our society requires from married women — but right now my work at the Commission is more important.

This wasn’t the first time that someone had suggested I should be a breeder but it got under my skin.

How dared this improvident slut suggest that I was anything like her?

‘Bring her over to the bed,’ I said, standing abruptly and gesturing to the guards.

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I write a lot of M/f non-consent erotica, including enslavement of women, degradation and forced breeding. In light of political events, I want to say: my stories are not your manifesto or anyone else’s. They are not an expression of how the world should be. Everything I write should stay in the hot world of fiction and play. It should absolutely not become part of the real world.

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