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Anonymous 19/05/06(Mon)11:54 No. 26064 ID: 78d34f

Looking for a bit of elit I think was here on 7chan. Guy and little girl in a movie theater, first few parts were him molesting her and winning her trust, last posted part had him fucking her ass. Can't find it anymore, anybody know the story?

READ BEFORE POSTING! Cowboy!6UZGZTHCak ## Mod ## 10/06/30(Wed)19:11 No. 8546 ID: 5eefb3 [Reply] Locked Stickied

This is a thread for ALL AUTHORS and READERS. Though you are not required to, I would recommend that you save your story in a post able form, this is to ensure that your story stays preserved and that if 7chan is to go down AGAIN. Also, if anyone has something available as far as web space for an archive, please e-mail me at 1subject@live.com.
I also recommend to everyone that you visit us at the IRC at irc.7chan.org in /elit/ channel. Research it and please stop in, any questions you have about well, ANYTHING can be answered there. There are many good different types of IRC clients, some can attach right onto your browser. So find one and set it up.
3litchan is gone as far as I know. Don’t asking nothing more, ‘cause on that subject….I don’t know nothing’, I just work here.

Neon and eyeliner. IrishDevil !!plAwNkZmL5 18/02/22(Thu)07:13 No. 25393 ID: ef02bd [Reply]

Alright folks, this will be coming out in parts.


My father Eamon had been IRA, during the troubles. He had met my mother Teagan defending a town from the INLA in the late 70s. She had, at the time, been only 16, while he had been 20. Her family had fed him and a few other fighters following a firefight. Her red hair, Da had said, was the brightest thing he'd seen, and her blue eyes "bore straight through his soul". That night she'd met him in secret and they made love for the first time.
They would later marry, and had me, their bouncing baby boy Ronan in the late 80s. My hair as black as Da's and my eyes a bright green. My mother had unfortunately developed a brain tumor when I was 8 and passed away shortly after it was discovered. Da was despondent for months afterward.
As a result of all of this, I grew up with a strong respect for and knowledge of firearms and Irish culture and history, as well as some knowledge of military and political workings. I also grew up valuing every day, knowing that it could be my last. I grew up listening to all kinds of music, and found myself especially enamoured with the gothic subgenres, and later the industrial genres in my teens. I wore business casual clothing and a deathhawk, and Nora, a girl I dated in high school had begun to get me wearing eyeliner. My father simply shook his head. He didn't care so long as I kept my grades up and stayed in shape. I hung around a few local clubs in my late teens and even DJed at one, briefly.
I ended up pursuing a career with the Defense forces, owing largely to my father's training, and worked my way into the Sciathán Fiannóglaigh an Airm(Army Ranger Wing), where I quickly became an accomplished sniper and travelled around the world a bit on some peacekeeping missions and joint task forces.

It was in Afghanistan that I met one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen. I'd sat down at a table at one of the many bases after an astoundingly tough night op. I was sore and exhausted, having spent hours laying stock still with my rifle in hand followed by another hour of constantly providing cover fire and dodging haphazard return fire, switching positions to keep those fuckers guessing. It had ended with an RPG hitting a half-broken floor below me and collapsing supports...and then the floor I was crouching on at the time. While I hadn't broken anything I had taken a single bullet graze to the side of my then-bald head and my uniform, as a result of the collapse, was absolutely caked in desert dust and abdobe and a little bit of blood on the shoulder. I wanted a dram and a hot meal and sleep. I had at least been able to secure a bowl of soup. A woman with Canadian uniform had walked in, sat down across from me, and pushed a flask of Jameson's in my direction.
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IrishDevil+!!RjAQN1MwOu 19/05/11(Sat)17:16 No. 26065 ID: ceba6d

Is there still any interest in this story or should I abandon it?

Anonymous 19/05/11(Sat)19:13 No. 26067 ID: 1e5fb7

No dude this is good stuff.

Anonymous 19/05/13(Mon)01:14 No. 26068 ID: 7f3269

I agree, this is good story my dude

Mutt Ms. Lizzie 18/08/06(Mon)07:13 No. 25736 ID: 17aae3 [Reply]


(teen girl solo; bestiality)

When she got off the bus, there were no cars in the driveway. When she lingered in the foyer, there were no sounds echoing through the house. When she called out to announce that she was home from school, nobody answered: She was well and truly alone... and, as usual, she planned to take advantage of that! During summer break, Riley's parents tracked down somebody to check in on her throughout the work day—but when school was in session, they found it easier to let her play latchkey kid for two or three hours following the end of a school day. After all, how much trouble could a 14-year-old girl get up to on her own?

Riley hurried up the shag-lined stairs to the second floor, spinning around the banister at the second-story landing and bustling into her room at the end of the hallway. She nudged the door open and deposited her backpack on the ground, kicking her shoes into a lonely corner while she unbuttoned her jean shorts and wiggled out of them. She lingered for just a moment in front of her full-sized hanging mirror, turning this way and that in her pink polka dot undies.

It had been a summer of changes: No longer was her body a flat line! Her hips had flared noticeably, and she'd grown a small A cup's worth of chest practically overnight. There were bigger girls at school, for sure, but the jiggly new boobs she'd cultivated between June and August earned her plenty of attention at school. Just the other day she'd worn a bright blue bra beneath a white tee, and she'd noticed a boy in her history class eyeing her and fidgeting in his seat every few minutes. Riley decided that it was nice to be appreciated.

She'd also managed to wear her mom down over the better part of three months, and just before school resumed she'd cut her chest-length hair short—into a cute little pixie 'do—and bleached it a very flattering blonde. She thought the platinum matched her blue eyes nicely.

Riley peeled her panties off and tossed them in a wad into her half-full hamper, scrutinizing her sex in the mirror. She thought it looked nice, with tiny little lips tucked neatly together—though her clitoris was a little more pronounced than she'd have preferred. A little tuft of dark-brown hair had started to come in at the top of her vulva, and she regularly waffled between shaving it and letting it grow out. Riley thought it made her look sort of... mature? And besides, nobody else was getting a look at it anytime soon, right? Who would she even be shaving for?

Right. Deciding she'd dithered long enough, Riley climbed into bed and settled her back against the wall of pillows that dominated the head of her bead, spreading her legs apart and hiking her knees up. She shut her eyes and let one hand wander down to the tippy top of her sex, planting two fingers ju Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Ms.+Lizzie 19/04/05(Fri)10:02 No. 26034 ID: b1099e


Boy cock, in Riley's humble opinion, tasted a lot like dog and horse cock.

The teacher had sent Adam to find Riley when it became evident that she had lagged behind—and so, of course, he'd found her in perhaps the most compromising position imaginable. Well... at least she wasn't trying to get Butternut to fuck her. That would have been worse. Maybe.

So mortified that she thought she might hurl, Riley begged Adam not to tell anybody. To her great shock, surprise and elation, once he'd picked his jaw up off the floor, Adam agreed—he'd keep Riley's secret... but at a price. He made her promise on the spot to do "that stuff" with him. When she waffled briefly, he pointed out that she'd been willing to suck off a horse, so why not a human? She agreed, of course. What other option did she have? Tell him, 'No, go ahead, let the teacher know I was too busy swallowing horse cum to feed the baby goats'? Not likely!

Now Riley found herself on her knees in her bedroom, sliding Adam's hard cock in and out of her mouth. It was Friday and—as usual—her parents wouldn't be home till midnight, so when Adam texted her asking if he could come over, she said yes.

Frankly, sucking a boy off was way easier than blowing Jake or Butternut. His cock was just a little smaller than her dalmatian's, and way less... spurty! She liked Jake's cum, of course, but the constant swallowing was exhausting. And she couldn't even get the flared tip of Butternut's horse cock into her mouth, so that was a wash by comparison.

But the best part about sucking a boy's cock was that, for the most part, Adam stayed put. He wasn't prone to restlessness like Jake, and the most he'd contributed to this exchange was the occasional grunt and, just moments ago, placing one hand on the back of her head. Riley liked that, though she wasn't entirely sure why.

She bobbed her head, slurping Adam's hard cock into her mouth, then retreated to its tip before sliding her lips back to its base. His veiny shaft throbbed against her tongue, and she thought the whole thing looked neat, shiny from her spit.
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Anonymous 19/04/05(Fri)15:05 No. 26037 ID: bbe66b

Nice! I had given up on this updating, but do please continue.

Anonymous 19/04/27(Sat)02:48 No. 26062 ID: 2e557d

hey come back

Roommates Continued OP!T1tXaJv9os 19/02/21(Thu)03:12 No. 25977 ID: b49468 [Reply]

Since the old thread finally hit the bump limit, I'm posting the entire story so far in a new thread, minus the comments, so that I can continue to work on the story.


It all started when I was 19, in my first semester at college. I'd moved away from home and into my first apartment, and got my first roommate as well. He was a year younger than me, but unlike me he hadn't spent a year after graduating highschool saving up his money for tuition and rent. His parents died in an avalanche at a ski resort, and between their considerable savings and the payout from the life insurance, he could afford college and not have to work for years. I hadn't known it when I met him at orientation and we decided to share an apartment, but he also had custody of his 11 year old sister.

The apartment was big, and nicer than I could have ever afforded on my own, so all three of us had separate bedrooms (hers was supposed to be a laundry room or something originally.). I also discovered my roommate was a bit of a dick who neglected his little sister.

I don't think it was intentional, more a result of losing his parents and having to adjust his plans for the future to revolve around caring for his sibling, and he probably wasn't ready for that sort of responsibility. But unless he needed to give her a ride or buy her something she needed, he basically didn't interact with her. He also barely did anything with me; maybe once a week he'd play video games with me, but he spent nearly all his time in class or shut in his room studying.

His little sister was cute, with her blue eyes, freckles, and short, light brown hair, but obviously way too young for me. She didn't play with dolls or anything, so I guess she was mature for her age, but she also spent all her time shut in her room when she wasn't at school. And I don't think she had any friends at her new school either.

After a month or so with my new roommates, we'd settled into a routine. If they weren't exactly friendly, they weren't bad either; quiet, clean, and they were the only way I could afford a really nice apartment just a block from campus.

I wish I'd known then what I know now. It'd have saved me a lot of grief.
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Anonymous 19/04/21(Sun)11:23 No. 26060 ID: e6405a

Now that there's an archive, is there any chance for new content?

Anonymous 19/04/22(Mon)08:04 No. 26061 ID: 95b270

It'll come, this is their life's work. Have you seen how long they've kept updating it? It may take a long time, but I won't believe this story is dead unless the author specifically says so.

A Man No More Gamer 09/07/14(Tue)11:02 No. 265 ID: 5ab7b1 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

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Hey guys, I know no one ever reads the opening up here, but this is the first time I've submitted anything to /elit/, so constructive criticism is welcome. I'll post the first two chapters tonight, and try to write them each day or two and have them posted for you guys. Thanks!

A Man No More
[TF, MF, MMF+, FF, slave, etc.]

Chapter 1: Man Up

“Come on, Sam, it’ll be fun, and you need to relax anyway!” My girlfriend was quite stubborn. More so than myself, which means I would end up losing this argument.
“Hun, it’s a salon,” I argued back. “It’s my eighteenth birthday, I don’t think spending it in some fruity salon is what I’ve been waiting years for.” That’s right, Clarissa, my girlfriend, was trying to drag me to some salon and spa for men. She had gone to a salon for her eighteenth birthday two weeks ago, and had it in her head that I would love it too. Obviously, I’m not quite as interested.
“Please, baby? I just want us both to feel perfect.”
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What Happened? Gamer 18/09/16(Sun)05:15 No. 25785 ID: 17d734

So, it's been over four and a half years since my last update. I know people really liked this story, so I'm sorry I've let you all down.

I've sat down and attempted to go on with the next chapter about half a dozen times on and off over the years. I may get about halfway through the chapter before I run out of steam or ideas. Typically re-reading what I had written left me cringing or unhappy, and it would go deleted while I brainstorm and attempt to write again.

I did have a direction and even an ending in mind. I've just had the hardest time getting there, and I've grown very unhappy with myself when it comes to my writing for this story. If you'd like, if any of you would like to continue the story, you may; alternatively, I can state how I wanted it to continue and end, for anyone that was interested.

Again, nearly half a decade too late, I'm incredibly sorry guys.

Anonymous 18/12/29(Sat)05:30 No. 25908 ID: a33a9a

Hey Gamer, first time poster here. I've been following this since the beginning. I appreciate you letting us know whats up. I for one would love to know what your vision was for the ending.

Pulling back the curtain Gamer 19/04/16(Tue)16:43 No. 26053 ID: f4f0f1

So a lot has changed in my life, but for anyone that still cared about this story, this is what I had planned:

Roxy would attack Sammy and hand deliver her to the other girls to torture to their hearts' content. After quite a bit of physical, emotional, and sexual abuse, Betty of all people would come in and make the save, ending her pacifist ways temporarily to help save Sammy and get her back to her room.

Betty would help Roxy and Sam make up, but things would never quite be the same between them. Meanwhile, we'd see Dr. West adjusting to his new life; while getting exponentially better treatment than anyone else that had gone through testing, Sammy would come to learn a little about his, or now her, home life; West had a wife that would now have to be alerted about his irreversible change, and their unborn child would never know their father.

Sammy starts to break down by this point. She'd have no one left in her life, become depressed, further lose her will to live. Finally, one night, someone breaks into her room and knocks her out. She wakes up in the trunk of a car, wrists tied behind her back, riding for some ways before feeling the car pull off the edge of the road. Dr. Chilton would open the trunk, yanking our protagonist out of the car and dragging her into the woods. He'd monologue about how she threatened to ruin everything he'd created and his chance of being immortalized, before dropping her to her knees. She'd hear the cock of a gun behind her and feel the barrel against the back of her head, and would plead for her life terrified before hearing a gun shot. (Definitely a chapter cliffhanger)

Sammy would realize as she screamed that she wasn't dead. She looked behind her to see Chilton dead, gunshot wound to the head, before looking over to see a man a fair distance away. He'd seen the whole thing, saving Sammy's life on his way back from a long day of hunting. Offering to go to the police with her, Sammy realized she likely didn't have any records, much less a past, and insisted they don't. The two would bury the doc out in the woods, before he'd offer to take her home. Having no idea what else to do, she played amnesia, claiming not to remember anything other than her name until she could think of something. He instead took her to his home to allow her to clean up and take care of her until she could remember anything.

This man (shit, let's call him Vince, I don't know if I ever came up with a name for him) covers her naked body with his jacket, and never appears to try to take advantage of her. He doesn't sneak a peek other than what he couldn't help but see while saving her, and turns his head away out of respect when he can. He seems genuinely interested in making sure she's ok over all else, offering her residence on his couch until she can remember where she li Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Monster Girl. The Clockwork Corpse!!L5LwZ1LmIz 13/01/02(Wed)07:01 No. 18001 ID: 7a73e9 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Look, no time to explain, but here.


Now this.


The first thing he became aware of was the sounds. Rhythmic, aquatic, the lapping and crashing of ocean waves. Such sounds, though as soothing and nostalgic as they were, were not the same sounds he was supposed to be hearing. Then came the pain. Sharp, stabbing, burning. Then came the light. The bright, blinding light. A sun. With a groan he tried to pick himself up, his whole body screaming out in protest as he forced himself to his hands and knees. Through clouded vision he stared at the sand beneath him, stained red and caked with blood. A small wave of salt water came to wash it away, only to spread it around, the white sands taking a pinkish hue. Willing more strength, he pushed himself up, and finally looked at his surroundings.

A long sandy beach stretched far in both directions, before him a thick green forest. Hissing in pain he looked to his side to see a gruesome wound, still bleeding and covered in sand and sea water. He looked behind him; nothing but a vast and endless ocean. Ever slowly, his mind began to clear, and though still groggy from the pain and unconsciousness, he began to remember. The ship. He was on the ship. He remembered that he was in his quarters catching up on his studies when he heard the alarm blaring over the ship’s intercom. Fear gripped him and he ran to his appointed station, ready either to brace for impact or be jettisoned in an escape pod to safety. The very last thing he remembered was the captain calling over the intercom, though he couldn’t remember what it was he was saying before everything when black and silent.

He once more looked around himself; scattered around where various metallic shards of what was most likely part of the ship, though he really couldn’t tell since nothing really struck him as familiar. But then he returned to the beach and the forest. The ship wasn’t even near any planetary object; in fact last he remembered the ship was in a ‘dead zone’; a large portion of space between planets where communication were limited and pirate attacks were common. Then again, a heavily armed military freighter wasn’t a prime target for pirates, so they couldn’t have been attacked. But, then, where was he? Is he, dead? This place was beautiful and he did thought he was in heaven, but then the pain in his side changed that thought. He can’t be in hell; where was all the fire, the screaming souls of the damned? Was he in the in-between? Limbo? He didn’t know, but nonetheless he couldn’t stay here.

Basic training kicked in, as he forced himself to his feet, ignoring the pain in his side, and stumbled for the tree line. He quickly became aware of his current wellbeing. A few cuts and bruises here and there, but aside Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 16/05/07(Sat)19:39 No. 24254 ID: 81f838


Anonymous 16/05/08(Sun)06:43 No. 24255 ID: 62b1d7


Are you fucking kidding me? There hasn't been a new chapter in three years. Stop it.

Anonymous 19/04/17(Wed)18:10 No. 26054 ID: 953b39

well we're forever hopeful. 6yrs and still waiting

Breeding Partner odiscipline!!xlAmp4BJLj 19/04/13(Sat)01:26 No. 26048 ID: 3093c9 [Reply]

Time for some more of that low story/nothing but sex purple prose:


It is morning, time for me to be mated.

The cage is undone, and I am led to my "wife". A small, beech colored, Asian woman, Xhu, brought for me 2 and so years ago. When I enter, she scrambles on her knees to kiss me. It is an awkward kiss, both our hands tied behind our back, but it is loving enough, and master and mistress allow it for a time.

They separate us, and begin massaging our genitals to readiness. Me and my mate look lovingly at each other as we are fondled to excitement: though we are not married beyond breeding with each other, we do have a fondness for one another, for our bodies, and our service. We both realize that our bodies belong completely to Master and mistress, and it is an honor to copulate for them, to breed for them, to give birth for them, and to surrender the children we produce to them, for master and mistress to use as they will. In the 2wo or so years that we have been bred, we have produced offspring for our owners twice, once a boy, and once a pair of girls. After each breeding, the children were allowed to stay with Xhu, just long enough to breast feed them to some sturdiness, before they were taken upstairs into the master's chambers. What happens to them there, whether they are made slaves like us, sacrificed, sold, I cannot say. I do not care, nor does Xhu. Our only purpose in life is to labor and love for the pleasure and benefit of master and mistress.

Xhu is laid back onto the breeding and birthing bench, her legs spread, revealing the sweet, tight little bean that I am to pierce. 3 babies, and her slit is almost as tight and smooth as mistress's. I hobble to my mate, dick awkwardly bouncing as I scramble on my knees, and like an animal, I lower myself onto her, shuddering with pleasure as her wet lips close around my invading member.

"Ahhhhh" we both moan softly, as our genitals firmly lock together.

I begin to thrust and hump, as Xhu wraps her legs tightly around me: it is not an ideal mating: we both have our hands bound behind us, so we may not embrace as such. The mating table though, is at an incline, and so it takes little effort for me to lie atop the nubile Asian, and buck my hips as nature so intends in this circumstance. It is the pleasure that master grants and allows, and that is enough for us both.
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Anonymous 19/04/14(Sun)23:01 No. 26051 ID: d3581d

Hot as fuck. Looking forward to more.

The Hunter pt 1(?) Stonebrow!AN26.8FkH6 19/01/22(Tue)05:21 No. 25929 ID: bbe66b [Reply]

MF Dubcon Beast(ish) Generic Fantasy Setting

I finished setting up my tent and let out a sigh of contentment. I had a few more hours of light left, and the first stage of my camp was nearly ready. Over the next day or two I’d have to set up workspaces for butchering and skinning, but I’d gotten a basic latrine, tent, and firepit set up.

It would do for the few months I would spend in the area hunting. I would have loved a cabin, but that was just asking for nosey gamekeepers to start asking questions. Like, “have you paid taxes on those,” or, “Don’t you know it’s illegal to hunt deer on the king’s land,” or my least favourite, “Does this sword in your gut hurt?”

Such is the life of a poacher. Don’t worry, it’s not actually that dangerous if you follow a few basic rules. Such as no permanent dwellings. I was in a valley owned by a lord of advanced age, no longer interested in hunts. He had few gamekeepers or wardens on his payroll, and those that he did have weren’t the type to pull steel over a few skins.

I set up a pot to boil. I’d do something easy tonight, it had been a long hike out here. Porridge, made sweet with a bit of honeycomb and some dried fruit.

I continued to busy myself with arranging firewood, and bedding and so on, when I heard a cry off in the distance. It was the direction I had set a few rabbit snares earlier, just for eating rather than the pelts, but much too loud to be a rabbit. I frowned. Rabbit snares really didn’t catch anything substantially bigger.

I shrugged and strung my bow. I figured I had better investigate. I strapped a large butchering knife that I’d used a few times against boars (and few more times against people) and a few arrows before taking off.

I had set the traps not very distant, figuring that I’d set new ones after a few days once I’d scouted the area better. Something was making a racket, and was definitely larger than a rabbit.
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Stonebrow!AN26.8FkH6 19/01/24(Thu)05:10 No. 25936 ID: bbe66b

It's not over. Don't hold your breath though, I'm juggling a few balls at the moment.

Anonymous 19/02/04(Mon)16:18 No. 25952 ID: d08663

Moar! In due time of course.

Anonymous 19/04/14(Sun)16:53 No. 26050 ID: b169bc


Jumping Hotdog's Stories JumpingHotdog 19/02/13(Wed)19:25 No. 25953 ID: c27a6c [Reply]

I've been posting my stories to ASSTR for a while now, but since ASSTR is pretty much dead as far as comments go, I'm trying to branch out and post in some new places too.

Chiefly my stories focus on mind control, BDSM and young girls.

My ASSTR archive is here


And I'll post my new stories below.

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Anonymous 19/03/02(Sat)09:50 No. 25993 ID: adc925

This is some fucked up shit, I love it. Any recommendations for authors you like?

7chan.org JumpingHotdog 19/03/02(Sat)12:06 No. 25994 ID: 21eace

What type of extreme do you like? I'm more into the emotional side that out and out torture porn but I do have an idea for the latter.

Main idea is this: main loli character wakes up in a strange bed in a strange place. She goes out the bed room, sees no-one and wonders down the hall. And is then brutally killed by a trap. An indeterminate amount of time later, she wakes up back in bed. The basic idea is the main loli save scrumming her way through a tower filled death traps. She can also get power-ups from some of the death-trap challenges, but loses them each death. So to get the Rose-sword she has to fight the Rose Garden Loli, which means a hard fight and getting ripped up, at least a little, by rose thorns.

As luck would have it, I have a recommendation page.


I particularly recommend Programming by The Pediatrician and the Libertarian Utopia stories by Bernd Lauert.

Anonymous 19/04/13(Sat)19:33 No. 26049 ID: 4ea7b8

Great recommendations! Any chance of seeing more from you here?

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