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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Hantu, the nightmare dominatrix.
Hantu is a demoness, who sexually tortures her victims before eating them.
The victim never remembers how they got into her dungeon.
When Hantu devours her victims alive, they orgasm from it.
If Hantu likes you, the octopus that lives in her womb will hypnotize and infect you with the same body decaying virus, essentially turning you into one of her sex slaves....once you've been trained, you're given an octopus of your own, which the octopus makes using your DNA it removed during your first encounter. Semen or eggs.
In females the octopus lives in the uterus, and in males, the octopus creates a sack near the prostate and enters through the anus.
As a slave you must eat victims to keep your body from falling apart and you must bring victims to Hantu.
The story..........

I seemed to rise to the surface of consciousness, the darkness slipping
away to cold painful awareness.

Bright lights burn its way through my eyelids like acid, while steel
shackles foil my instincts to shield them.

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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
http://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1aoxwYw2d1qbugnbo1_250.gif
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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