The nausea isn't as all-consuming as usual when I crawl in my underwear across the air-conditioned lock-up to lie gasping and perspiring at its edge. I must be acclimating to time jumps. Coherent thought's a luxury in these first few minutes so I simply wait for my breathing to steady and the shivering to kick in as the chequer plate metal floor absorbs whatever residual heat I possess. That way, at least I know I'm alive...

He took a sip of water and pressed on with the questioning. “So, Cristal, what is your earliest memory of a bad experience?” She wasn’t entirely sure why she needed these interviews, or even why she was being put forward for promotion. Sure, she could program computers in her sleep, it was that easy, but she was happy with that. She loved algorithms and she wasn’t looking for anything more. She looked at the top of his he...

For the first time in two years, Valira shut her laptop off immediately after recording a film review. The editing process put aside for now, her heartbeat ramped up as the afternoon crept on. A buzzing cellphone skidded along the stone kitchen countertop, prompting a jog towards it from her work desk. Dark, medium-thick locs held in a ponytail slapped her lower back; ample breasts bounced in a white tube top before an ab...

  “Are you sure it’s gonna be okay?” asked Alison. She was sitting in the back of a black London taxi, sandwiched between her parents. “Yes, honeypot,” replied her mother, “Professor Cuntslicker has sorted it all out. The black boy has left the country – isn’t that right, Bill? – and he knows not to come back. His sister now knows that it wasn’t your fault, and is really sorry for hurting you. She wants to make it up to y...

  Professor Emma Jane Cuntslicker, PGCF, FD, FRSF (Fellow of the Royal Society of Fuckers), sat slumped at her desk, weighing up the events of the week. Had there ever been a worse one during the course of her entire twenty-year career in fucking? Perhaps when that stupid girl from Fuckham had accidentally lost a marble up her ass – oh, the hours nurse Cat had spent trying to retrieve it! Cunts chuckled… Or no, even worse...

  “TITS!” declaimed Cunts, baring her own. Nor was Cunts wearing her auto-dildo today – “presumably because she doesn’t need it to suck tit!” whispered Claire to Alison as they resumed their normal stations in “the Money Lab”. Monday morning marked the beginning of a new topic in Professor Cunts’ morning sessions: Female Oral – “kissing, tit-sucking, cunt-eating, and rimming,” explained the Professor. “The latter term, to...

  “Hey, Alison, suck my cock! How’re you doing?” said Rob, his eyes lighting up at the sight of her spit-covered face peeping out from under Claire’s ass. “Shit, Rob, I wasn’t expecting you. But… come in…” said Alison uncertainly, not really knowing what else to do. “Claire, Brad: this is Rob – Rob: Claire and Brad.” “Suck my cock, Claire,” said Rob politely. “Fuck a bitch, Brad.” “M’ pussy,” muttered Claire. “Bitch,” gru...

Friday 30th September, 2050 Dearest Mommy, I am sooooo sorry it has taken me so long to write. I have been so fucking busy – or vice versa! The first two weeks of this term have been the fuckingest I have ever had in my life. In Cunts’ classes we have been doing every variation of cock-in-cunt fucking I have ever heard of: mish, cowgirl, doggy, spoons, sideways, corkscrew, sitting, wheelbarrow, standing – you name it! I n...

Monday, 19th September, 2050 Dearest Mommy, My first day at RAF has been totally fucking amazing! In the morning, we had our first practical session, in what they call the “Money Lab”. In the middle is a huge bed, for the group stuff. And around that, in a semi-circle, are all these individual “fuck-stations”, each with a couch for fucking, and a desk for writing (and fucking too, I guess), and a cabinet full of toys, inc...

Before the Great Enlightenment of the 2020s, European society had a dysfunctional, nay, a schizophrenic attitude to fucking. On the one hand, both men and women favoured what society called “sexual liberation”, i.e. the right of anyone to fuck whoever they wanted, whenever they wanted, without any attendant responsibilities or obligations. On the other hand, society claimed to value what was called “the family”: men and w...

“Fucking or Non-Fucking?” asked the lady behind the ticket counter. “Fucking, please,” replied Alison confidently. “First Class or Shit Class?” “First, please.” “Two-berth, four-berth, or seat?” “Uh… what’s the difference?” “Well, it’s a long journey, so frankly, if you’re planning on doing any fucking, I would avoid the seat carriages. You can just about give a blowjob, but there’s barely room to spread your legs. Are yo...