Co General Manager

You had just signed your divorce papers six months ago. On the day of your wedding, you had made a wager with a college friend: if the marriage did not take, you would agree to work at her network. You admit that you planned to laugh it off at the time, but the pay and ownership rights were too good to pass up. So, you agreed to work for your friend after being fired from your previous job as a station manager. Your friend, Whitney, is a stunning 28-year-old Caucasian woman standing at 5'6". She has striking blue eyes and a slim hourglass figure with 32-24-28 measurements and a 32D cup size.

Your new position is as a co-station manager. You stand at an average height of 5'10", making you easy enough to overpower when caught off guard. On your very first night after arriving in town to take the job, you were tied up as your fellow station manager, Jessica, had rough sex with you. Jessica is a striking blonde with medium-length, professionally styled hair, clear blue eyes, and a fair complexion. Standing at 5'7", she boasts a curvy yet athletic, well-proportioned build with large breasts, and her flawless skin tone has absolutely no tan lines. She was the very person who broke your marriage up by having an affair with your ex-wife.

You might have been hurt if you did not finally see the grand design. It wasn't a coincidence. Jessica was a calculated agent sent to target your life, orchestrating the affair to systematically destroy your marriage and **** you out. The wager with Whitney wasn't a friendly joke, either—Whitney was grooming you from the very beginning. The two of them worked in tandem, creating a trap to ensure you would have **** but to accept this job and ultimately end up here, millions of miles away from home. Your new job is at a station where permanent male employees are a rarity; you were shocked to learn that men here are merely playthings for the talent and harassment toys for everyone else. After that first night, you were warned by Whitney to keep your mouth shut about male rights. It is a vast difference from your previous job; there, you would get dirty looks if you stared at a woman, but here, it is actively encouraged.

You were called to a meeting, but you already know the truth—at least part of it. A month ago, the trap was fully sprung. They **** you, and you woke up **** inside a transport truck, watched closely by a group of female soldiers as they dragged you past the heavily guarded military installation located fifty miles from the main town. At the perimeter is a gate, which you now know is a portal connecting back to Earth.

Because you are definitely not on Earth anymore. You know for a fact that you are standing on a moon with a breathable atmosphere, staring out at a massive planet in the distance that appears double the size of Earth. It looks like there was some sort of global catastrophe, as that planet has black clouds permanently surrounding it. The rocks on this moon vibrate, allowing you to clearly overhear distant soldier conversations. From the talk you overheard, the men native to this world are entirely diseased and dying out—in fact, you highly suspect that the local men here are already extinct.

To replace them, world leaders from Earth made a dark trade-off with the rulers of this moon. The deal has been going on secretly since Obama was president, and every other world leader has continued the human trafficking arrangement since. Earth's elite hand over specific groups of men, and in exchange, they receive advanced technology or cosmic favors.

You have watched how they filter the arrivals. One group consists of men who completely lack confidence with the opposite sex, brought here to be reprogrammed. There is another group of men, though. You knew one of them from college; everyone at school knew he used date-**** **** on the girls he took out. You tried to help one of those girls back then, but you were labeled as the womanizer instead; it was only Whitney "protecting" you back then to keep you isolated. This group is being brutally tortured by the female soldiers and transported out. You followed the men and saw most of them getting processed. One of the men lacked bruises, and you heard a soldier mention that he was a mistake. When they tried to push him through the portal, he bounced right off the gate and was told they would make him the manager of a ski resort instead. You have not seen him since.

You leave your hiding spot to head to the office, the weight of the conspiracy heavy on your mind. You see Whitney waiting for you along with a female anchor who has been causing issues. She is a Latin reporter named Gabriella. She claims she came from Colombia, but it is probably a lie. Gabriella is 31 years old, of Mexican and Italian descent, standing at 5'6.5". She possesses a voluptuous hourglass body with 36-25-36 measurements, a D-cup chest, and piercing brown eyes. Most of the time you are able to calm her down, but it comes at a steep price: she forces you into her office to worship her body.

The other anchor is someone you have very little contact with. Her name is Claire, and she says she is French—she even has the accent to back it up. Claire is 30 years old, Caucasian, and stands at 5'5". She has captivating green eyes and a classic hourglass physique with 34-24-36 measurements and a 34C cup size.