Summary: Sadie's brother has always been beyond normal, what with his ability to manipulate people's memories, feelings and thoughts with a simple touch and to have every pubescent girl to find him irresistible, but when Sadie's memories start going up missing, mysterious debts piling up and her brother getting involved in more and more shady business, can she find out what he's up to before they both end up paying the price?

Contains: anal, oral, pregnant, bondage, mind control, group sex, interracial, shota, M/F, F/F, M/F/F, M/F/F+, M/M, incest, uniform (as in, having sex in one), virgin, masturbation, toys, slavery, traps, and probably more I'm not thinking of.

(A/N: Yep, I'm back. I'm going to try and keep this one short. I think that was my problem with my other stories. I'm very busy so I don't know when I'll update this next, but it won't be like my frequent hiatuses. Also of note is that while this chapter is almost entirely under-aged girls, the entire story will not be that way. The brother will help some people with...odd requests. On with the show!)

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Her name was Sadie Hendrix. Her parents died when she was young and she remembered them very little. She was instead raised by her older brother with money he got from...interesting sources. After their parents died he somehow got himself declared emancipated, an adult and her guardian. How could he have managed to do all of this so young? Well...he wasn’t what one would call a normal person.

Sadie’s alarm went off. She groaned and flopped around for several moments, trying to get up the strength to turn it off. When she finally did she still didn’t get up. She felt stiff and weak. She had woken up this way for quite some time now. She also had a fever that would go on and off. Suffice it to say she seemed to have a recurring illness that just wouldn’t go away. Her brother had taken her to the doctor to have her tested for a variety of things. The doctors stated that she probably just had a stubborn bug and be sure to get plenty of rest. Sadie groaned and got up from her bed. Whatever it was, she hoped it would soon be over. She stepped into her bathroom and gazed at herself in the mirror. She had golden blonde hair and brown eyes. She also had freckles that dotted her face. Her body was also losing the stubbiness of being child and was beginning to elongate into a teenager. It made her look very mature for twelve years old. Right now however she was looking at her skin rather than her body. The paleness had seemingly faded from her cheeks and her eyes looked bright again. A week ago she almost looked like a ghost. Perhaps the doctor was right. She had a big night ahead of her. Every Friday her brother and she went to play laser tag. Lately, because of her illness, she hadn’t been able to. With all the wei Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

My girlfriend has her friend over and they started playing beer pong. They got waisted as fuck and her friend asked to crash in our bed. My gf was cool with it and her friend passed the fuck out on the bed, totally out. My gf then passed out in the living room. I wasnt planning on doing anything to her but she was sleeping on my side of the bed. When I tried to wake her to move over she was like a rock. So then I tried rolling her over physically but still no response! This kinda got me thinking I could do anything to her and she wouldn't even know. She was wearing some really short orange basketball shorts, a t shirt, and a thick padded bra. She was laying on her side, sort of in a fetal position when i got in bed with her, first to spoon. It felt so different from my girlfriend, this girl was skinny and short opposed to my tall chubby gf. I started by touching her legs, so nice and skinny and silky, her skin was really nice. Then i got to her ass which was perfection. Most tiny short chicks have no tits or ass, well she had no tits but did have a full round nice perfect ass. I probably touched it for like 15 minutes before moving on to her tummy and tiny tits. She was wearing a bra so not much fun with her boobies. Playing with her tummy i went lower and lower till I felt pubes, i found it hot we were hanging out all night and she wasn't even wearing panties just the shorts, so sexy it's like she wanted this to happen. I pulled out my diamond cock and started rubbing it all over her sweet ass getting precum everywhere. Id run my cock all around but started sliding it into her crack. It would of been hard to get to her pussy in the position she was in otherwise I would of been fucking her already. I licked a finger and slid it in her crack , unfortunately she was dirty and i decided no to that. Started fapping nice and slow with my cock in her ass crack till I shot a fat load all over her ass.

Fanfic, just exercising my writing legs.

Most likely: M/F, F/F, M/M, MM/F, etc. Involving monsters, robots, drugs, guns, violence, and i'm hoping to work sodomy with a baseball bat somewhere down the line.

Hope you enjoy.

> Episode One: Vault 59

>[Overseer’s Log: 2250]
Located outside scenic Seattle, Vault 59 was the
answer to many peoples prayers. Containing enough
room for two thousand souls, Vault-Tec’s pride and joy:
Vault 59 took in a great many people in early October,
The residents of the former state had been exposed
to the returning soldiers from Anchorage, and the
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I had known Shannon for nearly her entire life. Her parents moved into the house next door when I was beginning middle school; she was just barely a toddler at the time. My family was the neighborly type, so we had dinner parties with Shannon and her parents rather frequently. As a kid, I'd play with her and try to entertain her with silly stunts for her amusement. I'd say we developed a pretty strong bond early on. Being that we were both only childs, we had a quasi brother-sister relationship. When she had turned five, for her birthday, her parents paid me to build her a playhouse in their backyard. At her party, when I finally unveiled the little pink house I'd spent many an afternoon making for her, she screamed with disarmingly cute, unbridled joy that could only come from a child. I will never forget the look in her eyes when she ran up to hug me with all her might. At that moment, she truly became sister. I realized I loved her, and there wasn't a doubt in my mind that she loved me, too.

Sadly, over the years we began to slowly drift apart. I was getting too old to keep playing with the little girl next door; I had friends to hang out with, a car to abuse, and ever-increasing responsibilities. Shannon herself began to live her own life as well. She grew into an adorable, charming young girl with so many friends. I still went to her birthday parties but we talked sparingly, and my gifts we never as good as the marvelous playhouse (which was still sitting in her backyard, albeit a little rundown.) The distance between us increased as the years went on. The last vestiges of our once unbreakable bond to each other finally disintegrated as I left for college. I didn't even say goodbye. Whenever I thought about it, I felt a small pang in my heart. I had lost my only sibling to the cruel, unyielding ravages of time.

Before I knew it, four years flew by and I was one of many jobless graduates living back at home with my parents. Shannon was thirteen by now but I hadn't seen her for four years; I realized I really didn't know her anymore. In my mind, she was still the adorable little girl who could effortlessly melt your heart with her charming demeanor. She probably still is, I thought as I updated my LinkedIn account in my upstairs bedroom. It was morning, and my first thoughts as I wake up these days are of my lack of employment. It went without saying that I needed a job. I craved the independent lifestyle I had so caustically led in college. Curious about Shannon, I walked over to my window which faced her house. For a few moments, I gazed around thinking about my memories of my long lost sister. Not much about her house had changed. I spotted the playhouse; it was looking pretty shabby. Specks of dirt crept up the walls and the pink paint was almost completely faded to white from the sun. I let out a shallow sigh and went downstairs to make myself breakfast.

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A tale of a young girl discovering her sexuality, and the obstacles and challenges along the way.

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Cold Spring, New York sits on the shore of the Hudson River. Barely a square mile in size and with a population of less than two thousand, it's as small town as small towns get on the East Coast. Every Fall, there's an influx of people from New York City who want to watch the leaves change and get away from big city life.

For Jane Clark, it was the most alive the town could be. She looked forward to every time there was that uptick in townie life, where everything finally seemed to move at a proper speed, and not as if in a cloud of thick molasses.

But this year was different. The lull in activity she'd dreaded had seemingly faded at the dawn of her 13th year. At first, she was confused. She began to catalog what could possibly be different now that she'd overlooked before.

'Men...' She concluded to herself late one night, staring up at the patch of bare ceiling as she laid in bed with only a desklamp barely lighting the space. she'd deliberately left that space poster free as the blank surface always had a way of straightening her thinking. Now, it all began to click together. 'They're... Different now. Something about the way they look and move suddenly keeps my attention.' She turned onto her side, biting her thumbnail pensively. "Puberty? Is there really that much of a change?" She tried to parse out particulars to try and settle herself, she was always very neat and organized, so this disorder in thought simply would not do. 'It's not boys my own age, either. They're all the same background noise they were before. It's men, older, taller, more..." She sighed almost wistfully, caught herself doing it, and slapped her hand over her mouth for having made such a ridiculous sound.

Full of anxious energy, she quickly rose to her feet and began to quietly pace around her room. As she was above her parents bedroom, heavy steps could wake them. Still, this was important, she had to wrap her mind around this seemingly instant revelation, and she couldn't do it lying down.

'Maybe...' She began to think. "Maybe being put two grades ahead was a bad idea? The course work is finally challenging but everything, everyone, is just more socially advanced... The teachers expect everyone to keep up and do much less hand holding as a result. It's one of the reasons I wanted to move up, after all."
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This is a re-upload of the LARA CROFT SEX CHRONICLES!

Summary: A young lad is hired on to work for a famous treasure-hunter, and gets more experience from the job than he could have ever imagined.

Lara Croft Is My Guvnor (FM, Fm1st, Lara Croft, various straight sex and voyeurism)

Chapter 1

Winston Smith walked out to the pool area with a tray of iced tea in his hands. He hated going outside on hot days like this, especially since he always wore his stuffy butler's suit. Lara greeted him with a smile as she laid in a lounge chair, soaking up the sun in nothing more than a small white bikini and sunglasses.
"Thank you Winston," Lara said as her butler set the tray on the table beside her and she grabbed a glass.
Winston regarded the view around the pool. The whole area was a mess, with pool accessories and toys scattered all over the deck area. The surface of the pool was littered with leaves and stray paper and plastic items that had blown in on the wind.
"Have you finally given some thought about hiring new help for the pool, Miss Croft?" he asked.
"I know," Lara said with a bit of frustration. "I just haven't had the time lately," she said as she took another sip from her iced tea.
"Hmmm," Winston said, casting a slow glance at Lara as she sipped and sighed, stretching out her gleaming body under the hot sun.
"Yes, well, I've made note of the requirements for the pool maintenance, and I believe that we can satisfy them and do a little good for the community at the same time."
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Hello elit: first time I've ever posted to 7chan and I'd like to request a story. If you like revenge plots then you might like this one.

The villian is a female psychopath something like this: http://illimitablemen.com/2014/02/17/lucifers-daughter/

She wrecks the lives of a bunch of men, destroys their reputations, gets them disowned by their families, gets them put in prison, beaten by angry mobs, etc by masterfully playing a victim & making false allegations of abuse and rape.

Our protagonist is her ex husband. He comes home from work early and catches her sleeping with another man. She divorces him, gets the kids, gets him charged with assault & uttering threats, he gets brow-beaten by an ugly cunt of a judge who gives custody of the kids to the other man, he gets sent to jail, forced to write an apology letter. You get the idea: He's utterly delegitimized as a person.

Then he learns that he's just the latest in a string of men who she has fucked over. They come together and hatch a plan for total revenge where she is destroyed in every possible way. Oh, and raped like a cum-dumpster until she loves it.

Think of the movie "I Spit On Your Grave". Well this is the reverse. The rape itself is the revenge.

Pretty short one, basically just a futa on loli quickie I smashed together to get through writer's block. Enjoy, if you're into this sort of thing.

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My dad thought I needed to be a big sister. My mom thought we needed to save the world. I was lukewarm on both ideas, but no one asked my opinion on either. And that’s how I found myself, a dickgirl at the age of fifteen, with a little sister.
I imagined her as this sweet, shy, innocent girl, maybe four or five years old, with blonde pigtails and a teddy bear she carried with her everywhere she went. The reality was different: Kennedy was about twelve, possessing a stick-skinny frame, brown-skin and an unruly dust-colored afro only rivalled by dark eyes that seemed too big for her head. And she was far from shy, so very far.
The third or fourth night she was living with us, she climbed right the hell into my bed and snuggled up to me under the covers. I’m nobody’s fool and even at thirteen she was old enough to know what was up, so I shoved my hand down the shorts she wore and fingered her through her panties. She barely flinched at my touch but let out the sexiest moans, squirming around my fingers and bringing her thighs together around my hand. I could feel the heat of her pussy through the plain cotton and she pushed her backside against my cock at the same time, rubbing against it while humping my fingers, my nipples poking the back of her head.
I let her go at it, feeling a modest wetness build on her panties while my cock nestled in the cleft of her ass. I was so fucking hard it almost hurt, my pre-seed spilled out all over the small of her back and my pussy was so wet my panties were sticking to me. It was so good that I was halfway there just from the rubbing. The only thing that stopped me was Kennedy taking my hand and moving it under her oversized t-shirt, telling me in no uncertain terms, “Pinch my nipples!”
I obeyed, taking her little nub between my fingers and gently squeezing, only to have her cry out, “Harder! I can’t cum unless it hurts!” And the little semen demon proved it too, grinding hard against my fingers and shaking like a leaf as I took her nipple, gripping it tight and twisting it like a radio dial to draw out her orgasm. I could feel her desire spread out onto the fabric of her panties, the warm spot growing first damp, then tangibly wet against my hand.
“Good girl.”
She nodded her head, coming down slowly off her climax before rolling onto her stomach. If she had thoughts of not finishing what she started, Kennedy had another thing coming and I slid my panties down to my ankles and stepped out of them, then turned over on her back, holding her down with my weight and slapping a hand over her mouth, “You wanna act like a slut? Then I’m gonna treat you like one.”
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So after years of reading elit and writing half-finished stories I never fully intended to show anyone, I finally ended up making something that I felt decent enough to post.

I'm kinda inspired to write more stuff similar to this, so I'd appreciate any sort of feedback at all. It'd be nice to actually improve instead of just continuing to write stuff for my own sake. Can't say I'm much of a writer as I am right now.

Anyway, tags: loli, mind control, corruption, transformation, (transgender-ish). Theme is superheroes. Kind of on the lengthier side, so be warned.

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"Such a shame."

Dr Leonard shook his head, looking at the result of his work. The laboratory looked—and smelled—like a disaster. Stench of burning rubber was heavy in the air, black smoke coming from beneath the machine’s sealants. It had taken a year’s worth of research and manufacturing to put it all together; the price of the components had been astronomical and putting it all together had required hundreds of hours of personal work and supervision. Yet, it had been a minor loss compared to the loss of the true prize itself.

Putting on his rubber gloves, the man crouched down next to the captured superheroine. Her eyes were unfocused, her face wet with tears and sweat. Leonard tilted her head with his hands, forcing her to look him directly in the eyes. There was no trace of comprehension behind those blue eyes, none of the hatred Leonard was so used to seeing. Scarlet Storm was gone—her body might be still alive, but not much remained of her mind. The diagnostics on the screen revealed that much.

The sight was somewhat upsetting. Had she survived the process, her value would’ve been immeasurable. It wasn’t just the loss of a potential asset that bothered Leonard, however; the loss of a good adversary was more disquieting he thought possible. The two of them had clashed for years now, and Leonard had managed to gain a grudging respect for the red-haired superheroine. She had been not only powerful, but smart as well—capable of outwitting even him, thwarting the cleverest of his plots.
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I'm shit, I'm sorry.

It was an unusually hot Wednesday. Even though there was air conditioning in the building keeping the temperature steady, Sarah could still feel the heat going wild outside. The sun was relentless, bombarding her eagerness onto anyone foolish enough to get out of shade. She looked out the window all the way down, where ant sized people were rushing in search of a place to lay low. Even though they were so far below her, but she could almost feel the sweat and heavy breathing of each and every swiftly moving shape.

The sun was after her skin as well; sunshine dropping down through the giant windows right onto her arms and chest. Sarah looked around herself, observing the large oval office she was already so accustomed to. It was a busy day, although the place was not as crowded as it usually got. She was sitting at the back of one desk row, right at the window. Her colleague Tania was working night shifts this week leaving the chair besides her empty. What a crazy thing that girl is, to think of all the times Tania has gotten both of them in trouble just because she seems to disregard any idea of consequence; an almost complete opposite in character to Sarah, driven by a world view that Sarah could never really fully comprehend. And yet whenever she was with her, she felt free, as if all the strings holding her in place throughout her life would somehow get loose and she could not help but follow her friends' footsteps. As result Tania has become someone she considered the closest person she had, a true friend that accepted her as she was with all, what she considered, her awkward abnormalities.

Sarah sighted at the empty space near her. She had so much to talk about this morning, but all of that had to wait until her friend showed up. And so she sat there, distracted, sitting at her work computer at which she hasn't even glimpsed yet. She felt lonely - a feeling all too familiar to her. Growing up in a strict catholic family has really taken a toll on her as a person. Her parents although loving and nurturing, made sure to have an important part of being human pushed away throughout her childhood and teenage years. Sexuality was a big no-no as a topic in her life, with her ending up going to an only girl school with sometimes bizarre religious undertones. Her parents would shun away every boy and lecture her about the dangers boys can bring about. She wore two sizes too large t-shirts and baggy pants for the larger portion of her life. She wasn't really even aware or sure what sex was right before college. Even in college the terrifyingly non sexual routine and perspective had control over her. Except for that one moment, one slight occasion right after high school when she allowed herself to explore.

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