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Nicole Anonymous 17/03/26(Sun)23:08 No. 24958 ID: f4ad1f [Reply]

Was considering posting this elsewhere, but decided on here.

Male/Herm/Incest

When I was five, my younger sister Nicole was born. There isn’t a lot I recall about that time, other than the excitement of meeting my younger sibling, my dad taking me to the toy store the night of the birth to pick out a stuffed animal for both myself, and my soon to be sibling.

Then, things got tense. It was a bit of a blur, but my mother became very protective of my newly born sister. I recall my father saying he just wanted her to have a normal life. Something my mother apparently didn’t take kindly to.

And, so here I was, helpless, five years old, listening to my parent’s argue almost constantly, and being very confused..

My mother was extremely protective of my sister. There were none of the usual things one would expect of siblings. Bathing together, naked frolicking, etc.

I didn’t really think anything of it. I just found her annoying, as anyone would a younger sibling who followed you around and tried to constantly get your attention. “Will, Will, Will.” she’d repeat annoyingly.

And then the divorce. And my father moved out. And I, as a stupid ten year old will do, stole and crashed my mother’s car because I’d decided I wanted to live with my dad despite the courts saying otherwise. I don’t think I made it a quarter mile. It was almost comical.
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Anonymous 17/03/27(Mon)21:36 No. 24959 ID: f544e9

More


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Anonymous 17/04/14(Fri)22:05 No. 24995 ID: 845b31

How more please.


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Anonymous 17/05/23(Tue)20:25 No. 25037 ID: f4ad1f

“Whatever this is, I want in.” I said, entering the room, naked, my dick standing at attention. I noted that both my mother and sister were still hard as a rock. These girls had stamina.

“Will, this is wrong. You’re my son.”

“You know I just caught you getting fucked by your own daughter, right? Who I fucked myself just under an hour ago?”

My mother’s eyes widened, glancing back to Nicole on the bed, who was now giggling hysterically. Her dick was leaking copious amounts of cum onto her stomach.

I just stepped forward and gave my mother a hug, our dicks touching and smearing my chest with her own cum in the process. “You know, Joanna was trans?” I asked as I glanced over my shoulder to my sister,who was still leaning back on the bed, her dick hard.

“No, I… uh...”

Nicole gave me a grin and a wink, and within an instant I’d spun my mother around, and kissed her deeply, our hard dicks still rubbing up against each other. My mother briefly resisted, but then pushed back with equal force. She grabbed my dick and guided me into her dripping pussy. I reciprocated by taking her throbbing erection in my hand and began gently stroking it.

A quick glance at Nicole showed she knew what my plan was, as she’d sufficiently lubed up her own cock.
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/ss/ Daughters of Lilith / LRLB Interactive Fiction /ss/ M5k 17/05/18(Thu)21:32 No. 25033 ID: 499534 [Reply]

For a long while on the /ss/ board, I was making longform caption-sets about a cult/mafia called the Daughters of Lilith. I finished that caption project, but I felt like there was more to explore with the Lilians, and especially the Pagans. I've started making Twine stories with a little battle component, similar to CoC, but much more linear and storylike. They're choose your own adventure books with a little RPG battle system, and the battle is sex.

Anyway, I've been writing these for a while, and I think they're ready to show off. My full site is below, but links to the stories will be first. Keep in mind that these are all works in progress, and are updated weekly.

LRLB Wakamakaze : https://m5klrlb.neocities.org/LRLB%20Wakamakaze.html
LRLB Sagishiroi : https://m5klrlb.neocities.org/LRLB%20Sagishiroi.html
LRLB Dragamiere : https://m5klrlb.neocities.org/LRLB%20Dragamiere.html

BattleBase Test : https://m5klrlb.neocities.org/Tester.html

Stairwell Cartel: https://m5klrlb.neocities.org/Stairwell%20Cartel.html

Full Site : https://m5klrlb.neocities.org/
Info about LRLB : http://lrlbtaisen.blogspot.md/

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The Clarks Anonymous 16/06/05(Sun)18:39 No. 24311 ID: 98fd99 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Julie Clark was 10 years old the first time she masturbated. It was a cool night in March, the moon was full, and she used a well washed Gel Pen. With her feet propped up against a wall, a battery operated LED lantern at her side, and a full length mirror ahead of her, she nervously prodded at her tingling nethers with the smooth round plastic cap of her pen.

She froze at every noise, the cat's collar jingling away downstairs, the house settling, an errant branch striking a window. Every single sound was a potential alarm, signaling the approach of her parents to punish her for this wanton act.

That worry soon faded the instant the side of her pen slid across her clitoris. Her free hand swung back to hold her up and grip at the soft blue carpeting of her floor as her muscles instantly malfunctioned. Surprised gasp soon turned to furtive rhythmic pants as each stroke of the pen against the needy nub sent heart pounding, tummy tightening, leg wobbling, toe curling jolts of electric thrill that rocked her pre-pubescent frame like a trailer in Tornado Alley.

She felt moist heat slowly slide down her crotch and saw her hot pink privates glisten in the stark white light of her lantern. If any part of her wanted to be curious, stop, and investigate, it was quickly bound, gagged, and drowned in the river of astonishing sensation. Her body grew tighter, the heat in her belly sky rocketed, the universe around her seemed to shrink to a single point until finally, boom. Stars danced in her eyes, she lost her balance and thumped against carpet hard, writhing and wriggling as she bit her lip to stifle the almost unstoppable squeaks that came along with the explosion.

As her brain stopped clicking the on-off switch of her consciousness and her heartbeat finally slowed, the thing she would remember most about that night came into focus for the very first time.

It was the sight of her eighteen-year-old brother Nick, on the living room couch, fingering his girlfriend, Lori. Of course, at the time, she didn't know that word. All she knew for sure was that she was sitting in his lap, and his hand was past the waistband of her skirt.

That singular moment of voyeurism carried her through repeat sessions for almost a year. Until one day she saw them leave the school cafeteria and sneak over to a shady spot on campus, where Lori gave her brother a blowjob.

His hair was dark down there, she'd lifted his shirt so Julie could see his abs flexing as Lori teased and suckled at him like a popsicle. In that second stolen moment, Nick Clark ceased being just her beloved older brother, but the star supreme of her sexual awakening.
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Anonymous 17/03/09(Thu)07:37 No. 24949 ID: 5a24ab

>>24945
>>24904
>>24946
My sincere apologies to you all as I conquer the hurdle of writer's block and pick myself up from the technological avalanche of failures to say, the next entry is half finished and will be out soon.


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Anonymous 17/03/09(Thu)11:10 No. 24950 ID: d8324d

thanks for the update


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Anonymous 17/05/17(Wed)17:12 No. 25032 ID: e22b1d

>>24949
Thanks, any progress?




Freeuse world kreelkarem!!AyBTZ5LGRk 17/04/23(Sun)19:24 No. 25007 ID: 325c8c [Reply]

Reality unchecked, morality unchecked, integrity unchecked, logic unchecked. This reality makes little sense.

In this world there is two different chaste living in harmony, The Normals, the vast majority of the people, the working class, the smart, the useful, the people that makes the things work and life worth. And the second chaste, The Free, The Free people renounces all rights of ownership and morality, The Free are not tools for The Normal, The Free can not be owned, The Free can only be used.

Becoming a Free implies renouncing all rights, nothing done to you is illegal, except being forever bounded to ownership.

Anyone at the age of 18 can choose to be Free.

This is a freeuse society.

Part I. Choosing.

Chris looked through the window of the school at the streets down, two business men where walking out of a coffee shop and talking to each other, a Free girl was sleeping naked on a bench. As if day dreaming, Chris saw them stopping and poking her to get up and suck their cocks while they kept chatting about whatever they where talking about.
“Pay me” said one of the other students on the room to a different one, they had bet the girl would not sleep for more than 15 minutes until someone else used her, she was a popular one, large tits, long dark hair, clumped now with dry cum, people insisted on cleaning their cocks on her hair. Chris sighed almost unnoticeable, but one of his classmates looked at him, smiled and winked. Chris blushed and looked away, his heart beating like a drum.

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kreelkarem!!AyBTZ5LGRk 17/04/28(Fri)07:28 No. 25012 ID: d65f6e

Universe FR3353X. Chapter 1.01

how much money can you spend on a Free? well, that depends on you, the Free don’t mind at all.

Chapter 1.01 Ownership and sharing

Owning a Free goes against the basic core of their existence, however the Normal have the constant desire of things and people, the desire that the Free let go, so some Normal sometimes get attached to a Free and keep them around, feed them, clothe them, and use them in different ways, it doesn’t always have to be sexual but it usually is. However the Normals that keep those Frees under their care can’t claim ownership over them, so if anyone wants to take them and use them they can’t stop them under any circumstance.

It’s rare for a Free to use a name, they don’t really have a right to one, and Normals rarely ask them anyway.

This Free was bound to a house, not by ownership, but because Normals knew that the houselady just liked to have him around, and it was polite to ask for him and returning him relatively unharmed, today was one of such cases, Letiana birthday party was coming up and she needed to release some steam after the whole week of planning and work was being slowed by some cunt in the accounting department that was blocking a shipment because some paperwork she refused to do, but that didn’t really matter much, Letiana just needed someone to have a good fuck that could stand for as long as she needed him.

The Free man had been under her lady training for the last three years, he had been taken under her care just a few months after he signed to become Free. He was forced to run for hours everyday, and then to masturbate for her for at least one whole hour without cuming, and then he had to do more exercise, the houselady just liked to see his muscles flexing and shining, he was a pretty house decoration after all, so when letiana came to ask for him she found the Free man massaging the houselady as he did everyday after she came from work, he didn’t really spoke, in fact most Free weren’t encouraged to, their opinion didn’t really matter much.

The transaction was a mere politeness exchange, Letiana could have just grab him and took him away, but she wasn’t rude, so she just asked the houselady for him, and of course the houselady didn’t had any reason not to give him away, as she didn’t have any reason to be mad if the Free never returned after that, she had already lost quite a few of her house decorations in the passing years, and the idea of training a new one wasn’t without her enthrallment.
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Anonymous 17/05/13(Sat)00:37 No. 25029 ID: 819375

I definitely like it. Although I do think a bit more of info on the backend regarding the Free would help the story (but I am sure you will go into that more as he goes through the process). But I was wondering about things such what do they eat? Its not like they have money to buy food or anything, so are there like homeless shelter kind of setups but for Free or something kind of idea?

I am also not sure what direction you plan on going in in terms of how light/dark the storyline is, but I think it would be good to atleast touch on the dangers and how its viewed or dealt with. Like this is a super super dark example, but based on what we have been told then everything is free game except messing with their barcode. But I mean they have to have some kind of rights. So for the example, say you had a sadist who liked to torture people. Would it be okay for him to just start mutilating Free on the street? What is done for them medical care wise? There is definitely a part of the population which likes things.... rough. Or hell even if they get in an accident, free medical care wherever kind of idea i suppose?

I guess my point being is that unless the story has the potential to get extremely dark, it would be good to set up more...... codes of conduct or rights of the Free.

And also what happens if someone changes their mind? A few months being a Free and they absolutely hate it and refuse to cooperate, what happens then? Or are you going to have something like a required surgery or undergo some sort of mind control to ensure that they are always cooperative and do as they are told, and possibly even receive pleasure when they obey, and pain if they dont kind of idea. But need some method of ensuring that it is a one way street as the direction you seem to be taking it.




Shapeshifter Girlfriend Izu 17/05/10(Wed)23:32 No. 25026 ID: b90e87 [Reply]

# Shapeshifter Girlfriend
### Chapter 1

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Just a quick note, this is my first time writing this kind of stuff so I apologize if there are any redundancy or wrong gramming in the story.

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I'm Michael, just your average guy who works as an IT for a company. Age 23, 6 foot height, average build, not too muscular, not too thin either. No experience with a woman.

After a finishing up all the remaining paperworks a few days before deadline I hit the nearest bar from work to celebrate. Inside the bar, I let out all my stress drinking shot after shot.

I finish up and walk out the bar, looking at my watch and noticed it's already 11:48PM, I felt the need to puke so I headed to the nearest alley not knowing there was someone following me.

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Bully 13/07/10(Wed)13:45 No. 19345 ID: 620eb5 [Reply]

Elisabeth was leading the class into the cobra position, and everyone laid prone on their mats and propped their upper bodies up on their elbows to stretch their back. The rest of the class was of mixed height and physical condition, but Elisabeth herself was rather short at five foot three and somewhat slight at a hundred and twenty pounds. Her brown hair reached the middle of her back as she arched and breathed deeply.

"Inhale and hold: One... Two... Three. Exhale" she led the class.

There was roughly the same number of men in Elisabeth's yoga class as there were women, which was rather staggering, given that the other instructors had largely female students. Her skin glowed a pleasant golden brown and her cheeks were dotted with tan freckles. She led the class into another inhalation and closed her green eyes, arching her back and drawing the eyes of the front row which held mostly the guys.

Her sports bra gave her positively amazing cleavage as it hefted her gorgeous breasts out in front of her. None among them could help but salivate.

After class, Elisabeth bid her students farewell and talked to the remaining stragglers until they finally went home and she checked her phone for messages.

There was a call from her son's school, so she dialed them back and sighed as the secretary explained that her son was being kept in the office after getting into another fight. It wasn't a fight that he had started, of course, it was one that the other kids had instigated.

Her son Matt wasn't really the violent type. He liked video games and swim team and playing in the school jazz band. He was too shy to talk to girls much and had a close group of friends that he always watched movies with and played collectable card games with.

This made him an easy target for some bully she had only heard of second hand named Marcus.
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Anonymous 14/08/20(Wed)05:30 No. 22323 ID: bc9624

this is the best shit ive read in a long time
is OP dead


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Anonymous 15/08/09(Sun)00:02 No. 23793 ID: 2b5c78

Yes nigga, OP is dead.


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Anonymous 17/04/24(Mon)19:18 No. 25009 ID: 968e28

>>22065

My guess? OP was a faggot.




Ireland's summer f/m Hailvim 17/04/09(Sun)23:42 No. 24982 ID: fee4c0 [Reply]

I now find the urge to share with you, the reader, this story of mine, out of pure improvise. However, before I get started I need to comment a few bits regarding the story. First, the names of the people involved have been changed to suit an English reader (so the names don't sound exotic) and to protect the identity of all of us that were involved in it. Secondly, it contains sexual acts with minors, everything is consensual nonetheless, yet I find the need to warn you.

Note: the story is very slow paced. And I may continue it sporadically.

My name was Richard, a fourteen year old teenager in the wilds for the first time in his life, all alone in Ireland. To understand why I was alone in a foreigner country some bits of my early life need to be explained. I come from a Mediterranean country, therefore English is not my mother tongue so we all have to learn it in the school. My parents, having no financial troubles, decided to send me to Ireland the month of July, with a family, to improve my fluidity in English (which I really did) as well as to know a different culture. The idea sounded great, I was really looking forward to the day I would board the plane, being alone, with no parents for an entire month.

Yet now, I found myself alone, without friends, surrounded by other teenagers with similar age, actually, older, fourteen was the minimum age to go in such an adventure (at least with the company I was doing this activity). One thing that was really making me nervous was the staggering majority of girls in the group. I had never, in my entire life, found myself surrounded by these many girls. A bit of background information: I went to an all boys school, the only girl I felt comfortable with was a neighbor of the same age called Theresa; and adding up that, my nerdiness was noticeable... I mean, I was pretty good looking, skinny, light brown hair, a tad strong; not a chubby nerd, yet no qualities that I possessed were of any help in that situation. Being social was one of my strong parts, having to force myself to meet strangers was not.

The flight was a real life savior, an extremely nice guy named Luka sat down next to me, and he was coming with the group (a common blue t-shirt which we all had to wear during trips was the key here). We got to know each other pretty well, he was 16 and it was his second time staying with a family, his tips and trick were some of the most important bits of information that anyone would give me that crazy month of July (specially the part related to Irish customs). However, what really made my day was to know where he was going to stay, in the same street as mine, just four homes away!

The plane landed, in Dublin, now only a two hour bus ride separated us from our host families. We headed south, and as we went, the weather was getting better and better. I got to know other people, specially a girl named Clara, which happened to go to an sc Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Hailvim 17/04/12(Wed)00:59 No. 24991 ID: 54bbea

I may go slower after this one, but I am determined to finish. I am really enjoying writing old memories.

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"What happened!?" I was still dripping wet.

"I wanted to see if my knight would come should the princess be in need." Declared Sara with a big and innocent smile in her face.

Fuck me. It wasn't cold outside, but running while wet wasn't a great sensation. I was going to scold her, but in her face, I recall quite clearly, she showed no remorse nor guilt whatsoever, Sara was playing a girls game.

"Well, I came, now, I need to dry up." I replied dryly.

"You also have the black tattoos, like the warrior in your story!" She lost me once again.

"What do you mean? I need to go to the bath."
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Hailvim 17/04/12(Wed)15:38 No. 24992 ID: 97d987

On Friday nothing special happened, a complete normal day with a nice interesting Gaelic drums play as that day's activity. If you are wondering why I can recall these events after such long time, there is a trick. Like this day, which in the afternoon I was pretty bored, after having read a few chapters, I had a notebook (which I still have) were I made small notes that I found interesting, nonetheless, it is far from being described as a diary.

On Saturday we went to Dublin. All the students gathered together and after a couple of hours going up and down downtown Dublin, we were set free. Which my group of friends and I spent laying down on the grass in the Central Park. I got home at seven, dinner time. After I had finished eating I asked Sara whether she wanted to play some Gaelic football with me, which she obviously didn't refuse. I remember being a bit tired, but I really wanted to break the ice with her. Everything went smoothly, though I had to renew my lost abilities from the past week. About thirty minutes playing, Jane told us she was going to her sister's house, which gave me the idea to invite Luka. After another thirty minutes playing, Luka and I were exhausted, lying down does on the grass does tire you.

Luka and I agreed to call it a day, we both needed a shower. Sara and I got home, and went to our bedrooms. I wanted to rest a few minutes before going to the shower, but was interrupted by Sara asking to play Monopoly. I agreed, but before playing, I had to shower, I stank. I grabbed my pajamas, and left them in the bath. I was going to get my slippers, turned back, and found Sara waiting with her pajamas on her arms in front of me.

"'Seems I was faster than you." I told her.

"Yes you were. But I wanted to shower with you."

It was in that very instant when I realized two days ago, I agreed to shower with her. Well, could help it now.

"Oh-okey. I need to grab my slippers, be right back."

I got back into the bathroom to find Sara naked with her panties pulled a few centimeters, just about to show her slit.
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Bkil 17/04/15(Sat)08:44 No. 24997 ID: 0e3738

Slow pace is fine. This is a good story. Thanks for posting it!




Rise of the Futa, Volume 1: Jennifer's enslavement Northwestern New Jersey Smutmaker!fSH2DiNc6U 17/04/10(Mon)07:57 No. 24983 ID: 9d792c [Reply]

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~Rise of the Futa, Volume 1: Jennifer's enslavement ~
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Layla waited outside the campus dorms, hidden in the darkness. It had taken weeks to figure a way into the University grounds without being noticed by campus security or police, but after watching continuous patrols nearly endlessly after finding her mark and tapping the feed to the security cams, she found an entrance and escape; a hole under one of the campuses fences, probably dug up by a dog that dug in or out for whatever reason. It was barely out of site of the cameras, but enough and at a far enough distance that it looked like a person emerging from the bushes would look like they were coming from the parking garage, and the guards never walked by this point. All this planning, preparation and effort digging the hole bigger would pay off tonight. She moved closer to the light, but didn't quite step into it. Her brilliant dark red hair was tied back into a folded ponytail to keep it out of her way, and the rest of her impressively sexy figure was likewise nonetheless dressed for purely function. Even so, anyone who would've seen her would know how much of a beauty she was. standing at 6' 6", she towered over most people. Her C-breasts strained against a black short sleeve spandex top that ended above her stomach, exposing her belly button. She had an hourglass figure any guy would want to fuck. But she also had something more...

As she thought of what tonight would hold for her, Layla's cock surged in her dark green carpenter pants, but she willed it back down. Layla was a Futanari, or as some might say, a true hermaphrodite. She was capable of both catching and receiving, as far as pregnancy went. However, although Futanari could impregnate each other and produce more Futa girls, the balancing of two reproductive systems made Futa fertile periods few and far between; the average Futa would be lucky to have 10 ovulations in her lifetime, and getting knocked up by a man always guaranteed either females, or stillborn infants (as the new X chromosone with the Futa-gene was incompatible with the Y chromosone.) Futanari were stronger and faster than men, but possessed the aesthetics of women, save for their cocks and balls, and they preferred these feminine and submissive attributes in others. Because of this, as well as the male sex drive raging through their blood via hormones and constant sperm production, they preferred to inseminate women to increase their numbers. But this was inherently risky. There were only a few hundred of them in existence, and they didn't have the numbers yet to garner voting power to protect themselves from persecution. One of them who was discovered and lynched by a pastor and his congregation was sobering enough proof of that. The consensus among the Futa was the same. If th Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Anonymous 17/04/10(Mon)10:16 No. 24984 ID: 0cf92e

where's the tags, yo?




The Parasite Part 1 (fb, inc, scifi) Death By Snu Snu 12/07/27(Fri)01:06 No. 16783 ID: 97ab06 [Reply]

This is my first attempt at any kind of erotica (though I have written regular stuff before). I hope everyone enjoys it. first part is for the most part straight forward fb incest, but there will be much more (including heavy scifi elements) later on.

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Part 1

“Come on, Sis! Hurry up!”

“Why don’t you slow down you little shit stain!”

The boy ignored his sister and continued down the forest path. Emily sighed. Her parents were evil, making her keep an eye on her little brother, Derik. Despite the unbearable heat outside that day, he insisted on going out. He swore that he saw a meteor crash somewhere in the woods the night before and was hell bent on finding it and bringing it home. But the curious twelve year old couldn’t go out there on his own. Oh no! He needed a babysitter, and who better than his sixteen year old sister, who didn’t have anything better to do that day like sit in the air conditioning and eat ice cream. The only bright side to any of this was that she would be able to cool off a bit, relaxing in a pond back in the woods.

Ironically, the pond is where Derik ended up leading her and where he found the meteor. The football sized space rock sat in a small crater, just off the edge of the pond. Derik excitedly ran over and began examining it. Emily failed to see what was so fascinating about some stupid piece of stone, but she was more interested in something else anyway.

She stripped off her top and bike shorts, already wearing her favorite white and red bikini underneath. No one would hesitate to say that she was an attractive girl. She was slim, tall, had a good complexion, strawberry blond hair that reached down to her shoulders, her breasts were slightly larger than average for a girl her age, and her personal favorite asset, an ass that made jaws hit the floor when she walked by.
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Anonymous 14/06/01(Sun)20:00 No. 21864 ID: 8a961e

>>21863
Plus, it was too much of a jump. The parasite shouldn't just control her mind instantly now, just influences her to be horny and then drives her primal impulses home, eventually turning her into a fuck slave, effectively.
You need to keep the standard of story there still.
This is erotic literature, too many people are forgetting the 'literature' part recently.


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Anonymous 15/03/23(Mon)23:53 No. 23407 ID: 79e18f

bump. is there any interest of the author to write more of this?


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Anonymous 17/03/17(Fri)08:02 No. 24956 ID: 595e00

Why do all the good stories have to die? Im Bumping this. Would any anon care to continue this please?




Slave Sequences Anonymous 17/01/12(Thu)15:47 No. 24889 ID: ca8705 [Reply]

All of the stories I had been following on this board seemed to have died. I will now attempt to write what I'd like to see. There will be little editing at first, but if people respond to the subject matter, and I develop an audience, I'll dedicate more time to polish. This story is a series of extreme power fantasy's including bondage, rape, torture, fantasy devices, and probably some forced incest. Anyway. Here goes nothing.

Also, as an aside, I'm also entertaining the idea of starting a business, where i write depraved stories about the women in a clients life. They give me as much detail as they'd like about a person and then I take it from there. You think that'd be viable? Anyway. Here we go.
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PROLOGUE


They say the truth will set you free, but in reality, money is the only arbiter of ones own agency. Is one truly free, if their freedom - the very right to their own lives - can be restricted by another person at their leisure?

Make no mistake. Your life exists at the leisure of the powerful. The 1% if you will. You can thank people like me for that. I run the oldest, most prominent branch of the international slave trade. This organization has been in my family for generations. The media talks at length about financial domination and social inequality while our ability to make vanish anyone in the world exists without opposition. All for a price.

So next time you bring your young ones to your bosses house for the company barbeque, and you suspect that he might be eyeing your daughter (Or son. we certainly don't discriminate) a little too closely; don't get mad. Be grateful they're still yours, because it is entirely within the power of your social betters to take from you what you cherish most.


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Anonymous 17/01/12(Thu)19:26 No. 24890 ID: 595e00

Not a bad start. You've definitely set up your world well. Looking forward to a chapter involving the training and conditioning Process. Also maybe a future chapter involving a female buyer and slave... Lezdom is kinda my thing. Anyway keep up the good work.




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