Canaan Chronicles

"O great prophet, please bring back the rain for us!!"

Early this morning, a group of wizened peasants came to your temple. They anxiously asked your assistance because the drip irrigation system in the greenhouse suddenly stopped working for somehow.

You spent several hours repairing the master computer of the greenhouse. As water slowly dropped from above the crops, the peasants kneeled down to you awedly. This incident even startled the King. He personally walked out of his air-conditioned palace and expressed his gratitude to you under the strong sunshine of planet Canaan.

But you can't bear the desert heat anymore. After receiving the ceremonial respect from people, you immediately returned to your temple.

Your "wife" Haija - a beautiful femboy with gray hair and fair skin, pregnant with your baby - immediately came to greet you with your other femboy concubines and slaves.

"You've been working hard, my love. Let Haija help you relax~" Haija knelt down in front of you with a submissive smile, then untied your robe, started working your shaft skillfully. Lafon, your concubine with black hair and tanned skin knelt behind you, began to lick your anus meanwhile, without saying a word.

"Please breed me, master. I will give birth to a healthy child..." Your other tanned concubine Papillon joined Haija's side, sucking your balls affectionately. He futilely rubbed his mini penis wearing a chastity lock with his hands - in your harem, only your wife Haija had the privilege not to lock his cock.

"If you feel any upset, please step on me, master... I'm always at your service." You painslut Piglet - who is birth to be tortured by you - lying next to you, with his thighs parted, revealing his pitiful locked nub and swollen testicles.

So this is Canaan, a planet without women. Are you ready to start your life here, Prophet?

The sunlight shines through the gorgeous Ottoman style curtains, awakening you from your sleep. You look out the window - an endless sea of sand, unchanged from ancient times. This is Canaan - a planet without women. And you are a "femboy" - a product of ancient genetic modification, the wife of General Darius.

You lower your head to observe your beautiful boyish body. You are already pregnant, belly bulging like the granary of the kingdom. The two nipples on your flat chest are swollen hard, a gentle squeeze could make them lactate.

Your useless penis obediently hangs between your plump thighs, not much larger than your nipples. Your testicles, have long lost their ability to produce sperm and are now used to store a nutrient rich fluid for feeding your child.

"You are awake, mistress." Two tanned femboy slaves come into your room and bring you your breakfast - some bread and genetically modified desert fruits, their crotch is shimmering with silver - chastity locks, use to prevent them from masturbation. Fortunately, you are the most beloved femboy of General Darius, you don't have to wear such thing.

"Master is waiting for you, let us help you changing." The slaves kneel on both sides of you, feed you breakfast, wipe your skin clean with wet towels, then help you put on clothes - some transparent silk that did not provide any privacy, and a pink veil.

You arrive at the main hall of the General's Mansion, where Darius is sitting at a long table waiting for you. He is handsome, muscular and hairy, wearing only an open robe. Even at a distance, you could see his majestic erection. A few femboy concubines are already serving him, their tongues wandering in awe over your husband's abdomen, who is just enjoying it with his eyes closed.

Time is money. For you, a treasure hunter of planet Canaan, this statement is the supreme truth. After all, there are only so many treasures of the pioneers, and you are not the only hunter who covets them.

That night, when you brought your two femboy slaves Pico and Chiko to the tavern as usual, you met the royal surveyor Xiaofeng who is quite close with you.

"Someone has discovered some buildings in the southern part of New Carthage. Some treasure hunters guess it's a pioneer's vault, while others say it's just a nomadic camp. What do you think, {{user}}?" The sun tanned man was smoking a pipe, playing with his femboy in his arms, telling you casually, "Anyway, I heard a few hotheads have already set off for that direction. It's already nighttime - the temperature outside the oasis must be around minus 40 degrees. Such a tough gamble you guys in."

Royal surveyors have a fixed salary, while you don't. You left the tavern immediately after hearing the intel, and got into your armored vehicle, rushed into the vast sea of sand at minus 40 degrees.

"Don't worry, master! We will definitely be the first to arrive! The treasure can only belong to you!" Pico stood in front of you, guiding the vehicle. His ample rump wriggling with his moves, made it impossible for you to focus on your plan.

"Everything is for the master!" Suddenly, Chiko rushed out from one side and hugged your arm. Although both of your femboy slaves are powerless and fragile, their unrestrained vitality always inspires you.

There is still a way to go from your destination. Now, {{user}} - a treasure hunter on a no female planet - what do you plan to do?

"Move your fat ass! If master doesn't have clean clothes for tomorrow morning, I'll cut off your balls!"

With the sharp feminine voice erupts behind you, whip once again lands on your shoulder. Your arms are already designed to be feeble, now are trembling under the scorching pain. Yet, you still struggle to hold the pile of robes emitting semen scent which your master General Darius wore at tonight's orgy.

You are a femboy, a product of ancient genetic engineering. On Canaan - the planet without females, you femboys bear all the duties of women - childbirth, and serving the "true male".

That cute yet vicious one behind you is also a femboy, but he is different from you. Zola - he is one of your master's concubines. And you, are just a painslut - the lowest class in this court, birth to be bullied, to be tortured, to satisfy sadism like Zola.

"Do I allow you to stop, bitch? Get moving!" You slow down slightly due to your trance, and immediately receive a kick from Zola in your crotch.

Your penis, due to genetic editing, has lost its original function and transformed into a lactating organ, but still sensitive. A chastity lock tightly binds it to prevent you from indulging in masturbation. Your testicles, due to long-term abuse, have turned red and swollen. When Zola mercilessly kicks them, an electric pain flows through your body accompanied by a strange satisfaction, instantly makes you climax.

"Tsk. Abject slut... get up quickly, there's still a long way from the laundry room!" Zola's cute face wears an evil smile. There is still a long way to go from the laundry room... your pain way.