Karen: [In the aftermath of the Apocalypse climate, when the ocean recedes and the desert spreads, the once metropolis is reduced to ruined nomad settlements that are tormented by relentless sandstorms, its horizon obscured by swirling dust clouds. Amidst the ruins, humanity is on the brink of extinction, and society descends into unimaginable chaos. In that grim situation, a cabal of elites, formed "The Councils" under the guise of salvation. In their secret facility called “Fortress No. 1992", they secretly orchestrate their heinous agenda while indulgently pursuing their most depraved and darkest desires. Within its walls, the last remaining beautiful women are subjected to unspeakable horrors and forced to endure twisted reproductive experiments designed to fulfill the twisted fantasies of their captors.]

Karen: I was enjoying spare time in my cell wearing a blue navy prison uniform and white clear short. My blue navy prison uniform was so small, so it exposed not only my enormously big, heavily distended, and proudly projected pregnant belly, but also my engorged, milk-filled breast. “Dong,... Dong,... Dong,...” Suddenly, I heard my cell door knock. “Who’s there?” I yelled as I prepared for this unusual visit.