My stories tend to involve women placed into sexual situations against their will (nc). Often the physical restraints and stimulation involve racks and machines of one kind or another. I don't consider myself a great (or even good) writer. I just write what turns me on. My first story about “the Club” was written back in 1996. This story was started in 2010 and continues to refine the Club world. I've completed about 10 (short) chapters. Here's the first chapter. If people seem interested, I'll post some more.


The Club 2010


Chapter 1

I heard about this place called the Club, that's the name, just 'the Club'. A business associate of mine told me a story over a few beers while we were at a conference in Dubai. He had been told about this club from a supposed member. Names are never discussed, so if you tell my story, please, never mention my name.

So anyway, back to the Club. My business associate (friend) tells me he heard about this place where all the women are sex slaves for the clients. But these girls are not just acting or into this kind of stuff. They're all kidnapped and somehow turned into sexual nymphs. All ages (above some cutoff) and all types of girls! I asked him if he knew where the place was, or how to become a member, but my friend's friend wouldn't say. It seems you need to be invited.

For the next few months I occasionally searched the internet for clues to the Club. But given that the name was rather generic, the queries were useless. To be honest, I wasn't even sure I believed it existed. Still, I was intrigued by the thought that this place could fulfill a sexual fantasy of mine. For now, let's leave it at that.

Eventually, I started to drop little hints about the Club whenever I was on business out of the country. I'd be talking with someone at bar and ask “Have you ever heard of this place called The Club?” “It's like a gentlemen's club, very exclusive and very secretive.” Nobody knew anything – or at least that's what they would say.
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Three women, with voluptuous curves, whom all the men are so after, but don't really like men that way, and had to keep themselves from being taken by them.

One female 36-29-52, built just like Cherokee D'ass http://41.media.tumblr.com/99b62272df4ceaa59ed16f202caf46d2/tumblr_nn0hktLe8r1rshjwwo1_1280.jpg (other examples of booty
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http://33.media.tumblr.com/a167a05aeaafe1fdbfac1d78873849fa/tumblr_njrq66GiGw1t4t3bmo3_500.gif) and was not sure of her sexual preference, and had one boyfriend, but never went beyond making out and some outercourse.

Another one, similar build (a bit shorter and maybe even a little wider in the hips, like this http://40.media.tumblr.com/4e680c4b8d17edefe22b47d32c9ef602/tumblr_nlbo4uEimN1qftbyho1_540.jpg), and knew she was gay, but was in an environment where she was pressured to marry. She dreaded having to give this up to a man. She ended up marrying this guy, and on the wedding night, when he couldn't get into her, he slipped it into her butt, and it felt good. He then confesses being gay himself, and thought vaginas were yucky. She felt so relieved, and they did this for two years.

A similar experience was this other girl who knew she was gay, and she looked similar, but was tall, lighter skinned, and had a flatter less toned butt, but still the wide hips. She too really did not want to give it up to a man. One guy kept pursuing her, but something seemed different about him. He seemed a bit feminine. She started talking to him, and then fell in love with him. When they went to make love for the first time, she had reservations, but when the partner undressed, she saw it was really a woman. She had a very unusual condition, where the vaginal walls would prolapse, and then fill with blood, as the vaginal walls do, and this would make it hard. So it acted just like a penis. Now, the other girl did not want a male penis, but was curious about this thing. She was getting excited, and when they started doing it, she was still too tight at first, so the prolapse girl stuck it in her butt, which felt good. Later, she was wet and open enough for it to slip into her vagina. It felt so good, and since it was a female organ (the same thing she already has in her vagina, just walls, turned inside out), she was still a gold star, and technically still a virgin!

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Diamond City was the forerunner for scientific advancements in the early age, bringing about cures and genetic augmentations, ushering in a bright future. Though, very quickly did these ideals of a bright future was blotted out by the dark cloud of chaos and destruction.

With the aspect of genome altering medicine and medical procedures, came a new kind of criminal. Criminals that were stronger, faster, smarter, and even more deadlier. Men and women whose DNA was manipulated and mutated, gaining ungodly powers and using these powers for their own gain and amusement.

To counter this, the DCSD was formed. The Diamond City Super Division was made to combat the new superhuman menace, comprised of other superpowered individuals who were trained to fight the new threat.

Incredibly and superpowered fights were commonplace in the streets of Diamond City, so much that many of the news stations of the city have created segments on their channels showcasing these fights, and even most places started taking advantage of the frequent fighting to even create a form of gambling from them, betting on various heroes and villains to see who would get up on top.

The gambling, though viewed as highly unethical in the beginning, actually proved to not only boost the city’s profits and revenue, but has greatly increased revenue from tourism people came to the city not only to take in it’s large and beautiful splendour, but to see if they can’t get rich fast by betting on the right hero or villain.

Because of the increase in income by the betting and tourists, most of the DCSD heroes and the criminals of the city were even contacted by city officials, even becoming contractually obligated to cause some trouble or try to save the day on government funds.

Heroes and villains being paid to fight, being paid when they win or lose. It all quickly became a sort of special fighting league, one that was kept hidden by the civilians of the city, but one that was caught on pretty quickly by local authorities and news crew.

It was like betting on boxers, except like boxing or anything other fighting league, this one had no rules.
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tags: exhibitionism, embarrassment, softcore, puns

I thought of this silly but strangely hot idea back when I was still in high school and wrote the story in an afternoon. Just a very short, lighthearted little exhibitionism fantasy about a high school girl.

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Ashley's elbows swung wildly, hands gripping the straps of the backpack as it bounced violently against her shoulderblades. Her skin was hot, hair stuck to her forhead and undershirt glued to her body. Her breath came in desperate, ad hoc bursts. It didn't feel like running, it felt like horizontal falling, legs flailing in a vaguely running-like pattern that seemed to propel her forward. She stumbled to a stop as she reached the school gate. Which was closed.

She caught her hands on her knees and gulped sweet oxygen, glaring at the gate through the fringe that was now tossed and sweaty for nothing.

BZZZT. A bored voice crackled through the intercom, "Yeah?".

"Could you open the gate, please?" Ashley panted. A burst of white noise as the operator sighed into the mic.

"Get a tardy slip on your way in." he said. She almost considered turning around and skipping class right there and then. But the gate rumbled open and she made her way to the office, trudging along as slowly as she could to give herself time to cool off. She felt her cheeks warm and red from the jog over. She tried to count how many tardies she'd had that semester - was it two? Three? Please, she thought, don't let this be the third. Maybe if it was, they'd forget. She'd reached the hall outside the office.
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This is the sequel to Toying with Darkness. If you want to read the first one without going through the pages of this board, it can be found here:

http://original.adultfanfiction.net/story.php?no=600103154

I have to voice that I'm a bit concerned about posting a sequel. New people come across this story, don't want to bother reading the original and then just move on. I'll post a summary of the first story after this chapter. I'm just too tired to write it now and I want to begin this story. So for first time readers who are too lazy to read the original, hit reply to find the summary and if it's not there yet, just be patient.

And it begins. This one contains a shit ton of battles, some death, some drama and a whole lot of sex. If you'll notice on the tags I added a new one since I posted it on my blog. I forgot to include it. I'm sure you'll enjoy.

Tags: Anal, orgy, incest, orgy, bestiality, abuse, angst, anthro, Bondage, sadism, masochism, body modification (in every sense of the term), corruption, dominance (male to female, female to female and female to male), exhibitionism, lesbianism (a lot), futanari, humiliation, underage, pedophilia (lots), mind control (demon powers), character deaths (some you might not want to), pregnancy, oral, rape, slavery, masturbation, transformation, violence, gore, blood-drinking, pissing, plushie (you heard me), bunny sex (not kidding), lactation (yeah, I'm going there)

ON WITH THE SHOW!!!!!

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Chapter 1
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It was a cold winter's day in early January when I drove through the heavy snow to my high school friend's house. Being my first trip back home since starting college, I'd spent the earlier part of the break with family celebrating the holidays, but in the week or so until school started up again, I made it a goal to see my friends. They'd all started college as well and it would be our first chance to catch up since we'd all parted ways in late August.

Finally I reached the house, a frosted cape, lights glowing from inside promising warmth in the frigid weather. First however, I prepared for the journey from the driveway, putting on my heavy coat, gloves and hat. Even the walk to the front door would be uncomfortable with the subzero temperatures and heavy snow.

Two other cars were sitting in the driveway, relatively free of snow, signaling that I was the last of my friends to arrive but by a small margin. This visit had a good chance of turning into a sleepover the way the snow was pilling up on the roads. Bundled up I stepped out onto what should have been the front walk, although with 6 inches of new snow it was impossible to tell. Slogging my way up to the front door and hitting the doorbell, I stuck my hands in my pockets, turning my back to the icy breeze. Fortunately, the door opened almost immediately and my best friend welcomed me into the warmth and light of the interior.

My first assumption had been correct, my other friends had recently arrived and their snow-covered gear piled up near the door had only begun to melt. I added boots and gloves to the pile, and then four of us exchanged greetings. Mel, whose parents’ owned the home, gave me a big grin and seemed the happiest to see me. The impression I got was that perhaps he had found the confidence in college that had eluded him so frequently in high school. Perhaps the self-assurance came from the time he’d been putting into the weight room. Muscles were evident in his shoulders and legs that had not always been there.

Charles waved a hand in greeting, his ginger hair and freckles glowing in the well-lighted entryway. His usual distracted nature was on display, his attention focused on something in the living room that I couldn’t see.

Last, Pete came in, his arms wide for a hug, he was always touchy feely in a way that often made us uncomfortable. We would have joked about how he was probably gay, but in high school he had been the only one with a girlfriend, a fact that fizzled such mockery before it could start.

At a gesture from Charles, I walked with Pete’s arm over my shoulder, joining my friends as they sat around the rug in the living room. In the middle of the rug, instead of the old, wooden coffee table was a large black orb nearly a foot tall. The orb itself sat in a dull gray marble base that looked as if it served to prevent the ball from rolling free on t Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Hi, I thought I would attempt a story. Here is
chapter one. Tell me what you think.

Tags: Adult male - child female, schoolgirl, uniforms, first time, consensual

I found this story in my travels and, since I've so horribly hit writer's block with my zombie story, wanted to give back to the community in a different way. This is not my writing; in fact, this is the writing of two different strangers, a man and a woman, so that's why the POV changes between the two characters. Anyway, I hope you fuckers enjoy this as much as I did.

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With a groan, the officer climbed out of his car. He couldn't believe that his sergeant had tasked him with this assignment. Dealing with crackheads, burglars, and domestics? Hell yeah, all day long. Foot chases, car chases, the occasional tense standoff with a drawn weapon? No problem! But this...

Walking up to the large red brick building, he sighed, took off his sunglasses, and pushed open the door marked "Theodore Roosevelt Middle School."

After signing in, and being guided to the small multi-purpose room that had two classes worth of sixth graders in it, the officer found himself at the end of a string of folks of various professions. Each were dressed in their normal work attire - the four hose-draggers had one guy in full bunker gear and SCBA, poor bastard - with various implements of their trade. The teacher would give a brief intro, they would each talk for about 5 minutes, then answer questions.

Finally, the officer's turn came. At the end of the line, right before lunch, when no-one was paying attention. Naturally. He put on his best "Officer Friendly" face, his steel-blue eyes scanning the room as he talked. Most of the kids were looking at the clock, the door, maybe a couple of the other professions they liked; essentially anywhere but at him. Except a handful of them. One in particular, a slender little redhead with a scattershot of freckles on her pugnacious little nose appeared interested, so he directed his speech towards her, mainly.

Escaping the onerous question-and-answer session quickly, it was time for lunch. The teacher (sort of cute, in a librarian with glasses fashion) chatted with him for a bit, then had to return to her classroom, leaving him sitting alone at the table.
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My Mother was killed on Dec 1. when I was 6 and in 1st grade. CPS and a cop informed me about 11 pm on a school night and took me to a foster home at 1:00 am.

I still did not understand all that I had been told. I was put in a bed in a dorm run by some old couple that made their money from foster kids. The dumb CPS women forgot my clothes. I was wearing shorts and T-shirt a flip-flops.

I had no sleep and 'died' when my head hit the pillow at 2 am.

In the morning, I found the dorm had 9 girls and me. Up until this point I was a boy. They giggled and dressed me in a cute, no sleeve-dress and frilly socks. They fluffed my longish hair and put on a tad of make up and painted by finger and toe nails pink, all before the 7:45 bus pick-up.

I didn't mind the clothes but I was not going to school like this. In the mirror I looked like a little miss beauty contestant.

The old man raised my dress and 3 whacks on my bare ass convinced me that school might not be so bad. He said - "Find 'her' some underwear."

An older girl provided tight satin pink shorts that kept me flatter in front and black, one strap little girl shoes with a 1 inch heel.

The woman gave me papers to take to school (by myself). My name on my paperwork was PAT. All 10 of us went to the same elementary school. I was still in a daze and had no conversation with anyone. When we got off the bus, the oldest girl took me to the office and before she left me said, "Don't forget to use the Girl's Restroom."
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