Trap Breeding Novels & Stories

Once she was in Haze, she would give herself to him willingly, and he would then spend his time enjoying her until she got pregnant, tying her to him forever. Tegan turned to Caspian who was watching the scenario keenly, shout after shout was going up and whereas some of the girls gave themselves willingly most of them were raped. ‘Caspian what have you done?’ She demanded angrily and he laughed, ‘We will have lots of Pups in the New Year, my Pack will quickly become the biggest on the world, all twelve of them will be pregnant by the end of the month, it is forbidden for my females of breeding age to use contraception. They must accept their position in the Pack is to produce Pups or look a

"We're asking you to exercise dominance. We're asking you to look at thirty-seven packs and decide which ones are strong enough, worthy enough, to carry your heirs into the future." Elara felt her entire body tense. "What you're suggesting," Elara said slowly, "is that I sleep with multiple Alphas. That I become pregnant with multiple heirs from multiple fathers." "Yes," Thorne said simply. "That's what a true Breeder does. She carries the future of our species in her body. She creates unity by mixing bloodlines. She ensures that the next generation of wolves will be united by blood bonds that transcend pack loyalty." "That's insane," Kieran said, and there was genuine concern beneath his an

Assembled now. The complete picture of it — the specific systematic horror of an organization that had spent three hundred years not just eliminating bloodlines they considered contaminated but attempting to engineer purity through controlled breeding. Wolves selected for traditional bloodlines. Forced pairings. The offspring evaluated and the ones who showed any deviation — any hybrid trait, any Royal Wolf marker, any Lycan characteristic — documented and removed from the program. Removed. The records used that word consistently. Hundreds of times across three centuries. I stood in that room for a long time.

“They’re high-end breeding stock. If we can start breeding champion bloodlines with AI straws, we can count on a 60% insemination rate and those cows will go for far more money with fewer animals than we need to keep for beef.” “Straws?” Mike asked. Obviously, Levi’s plan was totally out of his wheelhouse. “Semen. They store it in large straws in nitro to freeze it until it’s needed.” Levi explained. “And fewer cows on the land will help it last longer as we can rotate pastures more frequently.”

“Makes sense though, we do one test. If it succeeds, we’re on the right path. If it doesn’t, then we’ve got bigger issues. And if we’re on the right path, then-” “Then we begin picking out prime candidates out of the volunteer pool,” Drenn interrupted again. “We figure out why certain genetics are preferred, then move forward with those.” “Then that makes it doubly no,” said yet another researcher. “Variance and randomization is written into our operational requirements. We can’t thin out the gene pool with only a few, that’s… that’s inbreeding, not crossbreeding.” The other researchers murmured in agreement, even the one who defended Drenn’s idea.

“Agreed, Father, we shouldn’t. They are meant to be my divine mates, chosen by the Goddess, but what if their families told them to keep their mouths shut and enter and do everything that they are told, and no one needs to know more, it would get caught, but the others that live in close proximity, it would be over time hard to hide. But they're not going to really want to be helpful in my heat cycles, where my sperm bank idea could help, but they still would find themselves attacked and even killed once the others find out, unless we find options for them.” “Hmm, what if they are only willing to provide to the sperm bank until they know for sure the pool is 25 males, right? We start the Har

The females after being harvested would be put into the breeding program, where they would be artificially inseminated, or an egg implanted within them coded with my DNA. If the females managed to deliver to term without dying. We would try again. If the child died, they would be altered. “What about the wilds? The Beta killed over half of what we had.” “I have fifty more that went through the transformation perfectly,” Milo tells me. Pleased that something was going right I dismissed him and strolled to my quarters to rest. “Soon,” I utter, unbuttoning my shirt. “Soon you will walk the realm again Aodh,” I promise to the empty room but know he is listening when the darkness beneath my skin

"He gains control." "There's more to it." Brandon pulls up files, documents with Adrian's name stamped across them. "Your father has been researching mate bonds for years. Before your mother died. Before any of this." "Show me." Brandon turns the laptop. Medical journals. Research papers. All highlighted, annotated in Adrian's handwriting. One phrase appears repeatedly: genetic compatibility for enhanced offspring. I feel sick. "He wants to breed us. Like we're dogs." "Not us," Brandon says quietly. "You. With someone he chooses. Someone whose genetics complement yours in ways that benefit him."

He would try to make her understand why they had been forced to such extreme measures. “A Triquetra is rare. We are a monogamous people, devoted to our mates, jealously possessive,” there was both promise and explanation there, he thought. Their possessiveness had kept them clinging to Aislen despite all the obstacles in having her, and despite her abandonment of them. Their jealousy and competition for her affection was the reason behind the aversion therapy of having Rhett tattoo her, though neither Rhett nor Cameron knew that was what Heath was attempting to do. “In times of peril, however, it has been known for our males to combine in twos or threes, forming smaller packs within the larg

The dilemma became how to introduce a strong male gene strain into the A****n breeding population. What this meant for the now useless breeding males was yet another horror to contemplate. My future involved walking the nearly impossible line between the 'masculine' traits they were looking for without the aggression the A****n's responded negatively to. I knew I was too aggressive and my survival was mainly through the efforts of Katrina.