ITT: stories that were wiped off the board
basically, just post the names, authors, and anything else you can remember about any stories that were unfinished at the time of the board wipe, hopefully the authors will repost/finish them
pic FUCKING related

Right here's the deal guys and girls.

You want to request a story, that's fine, just post your request in sticky'd thread >>50 please. In future any requests posted anywhere else on /elit/ will be deleted.

Also please do not post another writers story on here unless you've got their express permission to do so.

On a related note, the complete list of stories I have archived on my site at www.asstr.org/~Storyteller/ is:

Camera-Shy - Mudkip Fantasies.
Elit from North - Hot Mom / Sandra In The Sun.
Fem Anon - Ryan & Tara / Devil's In The House.
Fiction Guy - Elle / Tiffany.
Kitty Anon - Forest Eyes / This Is The Way I Pray.
Pepper - Surrender / What We Are.
Tx_Cathy15 - Summer Holiday / Take Your Daughter To Work / On A Dark And Stormy Night / Sleeping Beauty.

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This isn't really a lit story. It's what happend to me a few days ago.

I thought things were back to normal after i touched her when i was in bed but it changed when she was having a shower and i walked in and got in with her and made a lame excuse "if we shower together we don't have to waste hot water." She didn't mind but after a while of me staring it was obvious to her that i had a raging boner and she started rubbing it. As soon as she did that i basically fainted, i was so surprised. she said "I know this is what you want, I want it too." and she got on her knees and gave me the first blow job i have ever had and i can tell that experience counts and she did it like in the porn i always jack off too but oh my god this is soooo so much better.

After some of that and i was about to cum she got up and we started kissing with tongue and I grabbed onto her tits (they're huge.)
She turned around and my dick was as hard and as big as it have ever been and i could see the veins, it hurt. I sunk it into her deep hole from behind and started ramming her until i came, i bitterly fell onto the ground just then, so much came out and it felt so good. She got down and sucked everything away and swallowed it. I couldn't believe it was happening, no wonder my dad married her.

I hope this happens more :)

My first story that leads to my first time having sex... I'm almost finished, but I will put some up to see if you guys think its worth finishing:

Anya’s first time.
It was the day of my thirteenth birthday party that he made me a woman. I was hanging out with my cousin as he came over early to swim in our pool as it was such a hot day. It wasn’t long after we’d slipped out of our clothes and were swimming and splashing and jumping in and out of the pool when our mums (both single parent families) came to say goodbye as they were going out to get some things for my party etc. I don’t know if I would go as far as saying we were nudists, but we had visited nude beaches as a family and were always comfortable swimming nude at home, with friends or whoever and hanging out after with just a towel about the waist was normal and comfortable.
My cousin is way cute, he was 16 then, scruffy light brown hair, great tan all over, lean but not skinny – he was outdoorsy and always doing something so was put together very nicely – just not in the vain way some guys are who just want girls to look at them and hit the gym constantly for 6 pack abs like a late night TV commercial.
Where he had his great tan I was white. Every summer I try to get some colour (other than sunburn pink) but even if I do, by the end of autumn I match paper. I’ve always kept my red hair long; it was down around my shoulder blades when I was 13. I’ve always been on the thin side – not skinny that my bones all show, but just a Cosmo diet away from that. I’ve always had really skinny legs and not much ass to speak of. I barely had anything in the chest department; even now at the age of 18 I can barely fill a B cup bra. But I wasn’t completely flat and I have small round pink nipples. I didn’t get any hair on my cunny till I was almost 14 – and always shaved it since then anyway. So I was your typical gawky but cute 8th grader.
We’d always been close friends and lately on some weekends both of our small families (our mothers were sisters and both divorced) had stayed together; mostly at our place in the summer to swim and keep cool, we’d sort of done some things that were a bit...

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Tags: M/F, F/F, Rape, Ince, I Think That's It...

Background: Locke and Claire Ajzarrhi are brother and sister in a co-ed boarding school, Claire is a gothy girl in love with her brother, a tall ginger kid, who is in love with the punk-rebellious Alice Murphy, who lives at the school as well. All the dorms are named after actors in the Matrix.

Mr. M, King of Idiots, I thank you for the inspiration
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First try, here we go!

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They say that high school is a wonderful experience that everyone outgrows in the years following it. Everything that happens there is forgotten in college, and when the real world hits you like a sack of bricks, any recollection of high school is wiped from your mind. For some of us, this is not always the case. For example, if your school treated you badly, or you met the girl of your dreams, you?d remember those things in specific, but not much else. Locke Ajzarrhi would never forget his junior year of high school for as long as he lived.
Locke was 17 in his junior year, having a late birthday, and being one year ahead of his peers was something he was used to. His sister, Claire, was 16, and in his homeroom class, and always called him ?brother? instead of Locke. He would have even stood for ?L? or some other annoying pet name, but she insisted on pointing out the fact that they were related. If she didn?t point it out, you would have never guessed that the raven-haired, grey-eyed, pale-skinned Claire was related to the lanky, olive-skinned, green-eyed Locke. He would have preferred it that way. The main reason for this was that, being that this was a boarding school, everyone had a roommate. Being that this was a co-ed boarding school, 1out of every10 guys had a girl roomie, because the girls out numbered the boys. Locke?s was his sister. Everyone knew that when a guy and a girl shared a room, they were usually knocking boots. Because of this, everyone thought he was screwing his sister.
?Claire, you have to stop calling me brother, because everyone thinks I have a sister complex now.?
?If I?m not mistaken, 3 years ago, you DID have one. Are you sayin

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Just because I love you guys, I'll repost both my stories :D



Oh thank God, it was over, she thought as she was lead from the podium, her body shaking as every nerve was released from its horrified paralysis. All those eyes staring at her, the rich and elite of society holding up their numbers as they made their bids on her body. She had been sold for 300,000 dollars, a high price, even for a virgin slave like her. She hadn?t even paid attention to who had won the bidding match. She had been too busy watching her younger brother in line behind her, his young face as pale and terrified as her own.

Roughly she was lead from the bidding room and into another where she was forced to her knees, her deep red hair spilling over her shoulders and covering her face as though trying to protect her from the fate it had doomed her to. It was no use though; she had been cursed from birth with the same red hair that ran through her father, brother and mother when she had been alive. It was a miracle they had managed to stay in hiding for as long as they did.

She heard a door slide smoothly open and flinched, kneeling so her forehead touched the cold marble floor. A hand roughly yanked her up by her hair and she glared tearfully at the man she now belonged to. ?Oh! She?s much prettier up close,? he said as he let go of her hair. He gently took her chin to wedge her mouth open, examining her teeth. ?Look good?? He pulled her to her feet and examined the muscles of her naked legs and thighs, moving to her bound arms next and grasping her breasts. ?She?s a bit underweight isn?t she?? he asked, ignoring how she snarled and writhed against his touches.

The slave dealer chuckled and said, ?Her and her sire and sibling have been in my cells for three weeks. They all have too much spirit for most of my customers.?

The man nodded and circled her like a hawk, examining her from every angle. She just eyed him warily, her tied and mottled hands clenching into fists behind her back. It was now that she was able to get a good look at the man. He had to be about nine or ten years older than her 17 and was tall and lean, his hair so black it looked almost blue unde

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He couldn't help but wonder where he'd gone wrong... And then a shadow loomed over him, and reminded him of exactly and precisely how big a mistake he had made... over something so small.

Al had a problem. Perhaps "little" was the operative word, but it seemed important to him. He was hung like a—well, like whatever the opposite of hung was. His penis barely reached three inches when he was at full mast. Being of the somewhat handsome persuasion—strong build, average height though nothing noticeable, but with deep brown eyes that had a way with the ladies—he managed to pull pretty well. It was a small town, not too much to do on a Friday night, especially for the seniors who had just graduated from high school and were looking at college in the fall or work shortly.

So, some friends would get together of the evening at the lake, which probably had a name, but the locals never specified. It was just "the lake." Young hormones and a bit of alcohol, once there, had the usual effect and every so often Al managed to get the attentions of a young lady. Well, he had, until one night when he had been particularly successful. He wasn't sure he'd ever live down the laughter. Word had spread and while he was still welcome and the guys only teased him a bit, his luck with the ladies of Mooresdale was cut short. Very short.

The group was pretty mixed, all told. A few jocks, Adam and Bill, a couple of guys who didn't fit in any clique—that would be Al—and one of the college prep crowd, Tim Miller, although he'd been branded "Poindexter" ages ago, which through the alchemy of overuse had become "Dex." The girls were all a bit more ambitious, either in school like Alice (whose laughter Al would never forget), or like Emily, in seeing how many guys she could snag.

Then one night—Al could have sworn it was a Wednesday, though years later he wasn't sure—things changed. It went something like this:

Why the heck is she here? thought Al, who had caught the habit of self-censoring himself a bit after being a bit reckless with what his mother had called "words of a certain char

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Inspired by Only Some of the Time's "Gingers"
This story has been inspired by his story and takes place in his world. I asked permission to write it and thus began to.

I'm finally nineteen. Took me long enough to reach that age. School was hell, kids all bragging about their own Ginger slaves. I sometimes wished I had one. Just on in particular. My parents never believed in it. They never once wanted a Ginger slave and I knew that. I was three when it happened. My mom gave birth to my sister, the so called abomination. At that point I didn't understand why it was bad to be what she was. Sadly that day traumatized me. I witnessed both my father and Mother murdered and my sister was taken away from me. I was left alone. I was given to a foster parent, they believed in keeping ginger slaves. I remember Stacy, god she was beautiful, back then I didn't think so as I was just a kid, but thinking back I have to say, my god. When I went to high school some kids would bring their gingers and hook them up to the stalks in the boys’ washroom. I always had trouble as I was mixed between my hormones and my morals.

But now I'm nineteen, I am old enough to have my Ginger licence, I have the cash I need, I have the kennel I wish to purchase a Ginger from. Everything I want.

Stepping into the kennel I could smell the strong scent of sex juices and blood. Cries of Gingers all moaning and wanting to be set free. I saw a few girl on the floor as a couple of Gingers pounced on then raping them and leaving them to cry. It was disgusting, or at least I thought.

Then I saw her. Firm Breasts, fine figure, surely a gem hat did Not belong here. Magnificent Blue eyes and head full of magnificent silky smooth red hair. Her nipples were erect and I nearly reached out to grab them but restrained myself. I knew it as soon as I saw her she was the one I was looking for.
"How much?" I asked one of the clerks. I really didn't acre how much she was I needed to have her.
"More than you can afford" he replied with a sneer.
"Try me" I laughed throwing down a wad of cash. "How much?"

I was thankful I had enoug

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Well, here it is. This is my first attempt to write erotic literature. This story is based in the world of OSotT's "Gingers." I fell in love with the story, and i wanted to (with his permission) add to the incredible world he created. So here it goes! (I apologize in advance for any problems i have with posting, I'm still trying to figure out the system!)
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The Kennel
(Inspired by Only Some of the Time's "Gingers")

Darkness. Not a ray of light found it's way into the isolated room. A man sat in the corner, his bare back against the cold and damp brick wall as he
stared into the seemingly infinate notingness in front of him. He embraced the quiet. Very seldom was such a luxury available in the kennels. Here he could
listen to the music that kept him going.Notes pounded away in his head, reminding him of the warmth he once had. Slow lyrical melodies from a piano
danced and swerved. Scales raced up and down the keyboard with the greatest ease. Kraken had found a glimpse of sanctuary in hell.

But it would be all too short lived. A small hatch opened, stunning Kraken as light flooded the room, revealing the mold and spiders that were
keeping him company. A small round face peered in through the opening and stared down at the firey red haired man sitting in the corner.

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I'll post Ch. 1-6 of A Lesson in Alchemy, hopefully SOMEONE DOESN'T DECIDE ON A WHIM TO WIPE %75 PERCENT OF THE BOARDS AGAIN ANY TIME SOON.

Ahem.

A Lesson in Alchemy
by aaron

Chapter I

Greensdale Girls School, situated in sunny Southern California, is like many private schools. If you or I were fortunate enough to attend Greensdale, we would see a beautifully lanscaped campus, excellent learning facilities, and comfortable living quarters for both students and teachers. We, however, wouldn't be able to attend. Surprisingly, the students of Greensdale aren't daughters of the wealthy & powerful, being prepped for their entrance into the world of exclusive golf clubs, fancy costume balls, and the rest of the trappings of social elitedom. The reason these girls are enrolled here is beacuse they have talents. Talents normally invisible, but at a moment's notice, more beautiful than the most intricate snowflake, or more terrible than the forces of Nature herself. In addition to classes like Algebra, U.S. Government, and Earth Science, Greensdale has classes teaching students in the arts of Alteration, Illusion, Restoration, Destruction, Conjuration, Mysticism, and Alchemy. In short, Greensdale teaches magic, to those select few destined to wield it.

Now, most of us, if we were willing to belive such a thing as magic even existed, would have a lot of misconceptions about what a magic school would be like. We'd imagine Merlin-like teachers in peaked wizard hats, and students reading dusty manuscripts, riding brooms and waving magic wands. Greensdale has none of this: It is a school after all. True, some teachers keep wizard's hats, but only as a joke, and Greensdale's books are all latest editions, regardless of subject. Students are much more apt to whip out a cell phone than a broom, and on an all-girls campus, the closest thing to a magic wand that gets waved around is probably a vi...

But I'm getting ahead of myself. Greensdale, and all the other schools like it, operate like they always have: in secret. Even before the rise of Christianity in Europe, magic was beginning to be feared, rather than praised, and

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