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Another story I've been working on, I'm posting it while I deal with writer's block on Roommates. Yes, I have about a dozen different stories, three of them full-length novels, all going at the same time. This is the only one that fits in /elit/ though.

Tags: isekai, medieval fantasy, slavery, bondage, sex, interspecies romance, Stockholm syndrome, medieval economics, politics

The following contains scenes of adult situations and graphic violence not suitable for minors. Reader discretion is advised.

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To say I was someone dissatisfied with life is an understatement. I was never a very happy person. As a child, I had few friends, and most of the ones I did have either moved away at some point, or stabbed me in the back. It still irritates to this day, every time I remember how my 'friend' Jason bragged to me about selling his buddy Ron a damaged copy of Tomb Raider he knew didn't work... and he'd actually sold it to me. He wasn't just an asshole for selling me a game he knew was too scratched up to play, he couldn't tell me and Ron apart from each other. We were interchangeable. I'd thought he was my best friend, and that's how little I meant to him.

High school was a drag. I consistently had the highest grades in my class, all while barely putting any effort in. Between my being a nerd and everyone else being jealous of my grades (seriously, I had a straight A average and the second best kid struggled to maintain a B average. The American education system is a joke. School is nothing but a convenient place to warehouse children while their parents are at work, with the added benefit of being government indoctrination centers. The actual education part is a distant second in terms of priority.), I got picked on a lot. I mean, a LOT. The one and only time some asshole tried to get physical with me, I kicked his ass. I'd been taking karate lessons since grade school, but I didn't even use any of that; I just knocked him to the ground after he hit me, then beat his face in with a rock. I, uh, might have gone a little overboard. To be fair, he started it, and I had YEARS of pent up anger and frustration, and I was well and truly sick of his shit by that point. Once I was done being suspended from school (I honestly think the only reason I wasn't expelled was because I had singlehandedly raised the GPA for the entire class and it made them look good), everyone knew what had happened. So they ignored me. Instead of constantly mocking me, messing with my desk, and basically being jerks, they simply pretended I didn't exist. I was fine with that. I just sat in the back of the class and read science fiction and fantasy novels all day; the teachers didn't care, so long as I kept acing the standardized tests they passed around every month or so like holy writ.

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Since these are usually shorter and with less of an audience than my regular works, and threads on this board last long periods of time, from now on rather than posting them in individual threads, I'll post all my Phil Phantom Tributes in this thread, sort of like Nicholas Fellheimer's thread.

For my past tributes, or for my other work in general, you can always check out http://www.asstr.org/~AnonyMPC/

PP tributes are my attempt to honor the style of a bygone and extremely prolific author of smut fiction, and also play with plots and themes that I don't think can support and in-depth character examination. They're usually quick, vulgar, unrealistic, and, I hope, fun for some of you.

Next post I'll start with the most recent one.

Fairly simple story I wrote most of earlier in the year and managed to finish up in time for Christmas.

My complete stories can be found at https://anonympc.asslr.org/ now, since ASSTR's still down.

Disclaimer: While the main character of the story (and his family) are Catholic, I am not. I tried to portray the observances relatively accurately and with respect (the poor decisions engaged in are on the individual characters). Still, as an outsider (and one influenced by pop culture depictions over the course of a lifetime) at some point there's decent odds that I inaccurately portrayed either Catholic doctrine as it's taught, or how people generally practice. So if you think I got something wrong... well, I actually didn't, because I'm the author and have the luxury of saying that this takes place in a parallel universe where my version is accurate. So there. But still, apologies in advance for any perceived flubs (and, as my 7chan posts I often treat as sort of a beta-round before the official version of the story is posted, if you spot anything I can quickly fix without requiring dramatic rewrites, please point it out).

Not The Best Catholic This Christmas by AnonyMPC (Mf, inc, cheat, Christmas, some implied others)

"You're wearing THAT to Mass?" my wife asked.

I looked down at myself, as though just realizing that I was wearing a long T-shirt and cargo-shorts that went down to my knees. Which I was, but mostly I was trying to figure out if it could somehow get me out of this. "What's wrong with it?"

"Very funny. Go. There's still time to change."

So I did. She was my wife, and this was Church, and no matter what had happened, I didn't think I could or even should get out of it.
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Over the past 3 years my life has changed completely. I was down on my luck and had almost lost everything.
I will soon be 40 years old. They say life begins at 40 but my new life began 3 years ago when I was 37.

My name is Jacqueline Madison Gibson or Jax for short, I was raised in a loving family with my older sister Vanessa. My parents have both now passed away but I have always kept in touch with my sister.

I fell in love with a guy when I was 25 years old and we were together for 12 years, we got engaged but never got married. We split up after I found out that he had been having affairs with other women, he left me for a 26 year old who he had been seeing from work.
He also left me in debt and I had to sell our house and my car and other things to cover it.

So at 37 and with nowhere else to go I moved to live with my sister.
Vanessa (Van for short) is 3 years my senior, we are very similar in looks, both of us are about 5 feet 5 inches tall we both have dark brown hair that some times looks black and we both share the same deep brown eye color. We both take after our mother and neither of us has ever been slim, but we are not fat either, we call ourselves curvy lol. At the time I was just over 200 pounds and had been on a diet for what seemed like forever.

Vanessa is married to a really smart guy called Rod who works in scientific research and they have a son Peter (Pete) who is now 15 years old. They own a really nice house just outside of a small town in a nice quiet area.

Moving in wasn’t a problem as their house had a guest room with adjoining bath above the garage, I even had another small room in which I could store what was left of my stuff.

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M/f, underage, non-cons

The Shoplifter
My jewelry store has been in my family for many years. My father retired from the business a few years ago and I took over. We are in a small shopping center with like 8 other stores. The store is small where usually only one or two staff is needed at any given time during the week. We make pretty good money though and I am happy. I myself am 45 years old and a medium build guy.
Most of the jewelry is inside glass cases, but I do have one case that is able to open for older or cheaper stuff or stuff I put on special sale just to get rid of. Older rings, necklaces, watches, or trade in stuff is in there. I keep this case towards the back so I can keep an eye on it better and can lock it as needed.

It was an early summer day. Thursday is my slowest day and I usually only have myself there to watch the store. Been even slower since summer time, people are traveling and not shopping for jewelry. I close the store at 6pm that day. It was about 5:45 and I was starting to wind down the store and get ready for closing. It was then when a young girl came into my store. She looked like an early teenager and was a pretty girl. She had blond hair and blue eyes. She was wearing a yellow top and some white shorts.

I greeted her and she said to me, “Hi, I have this bracelet and a ring and I was wondering if you do cleanings. How much would you charge?”
I took the ring and the bracelet into my hand and looked them over. Was a gold bracelet and a gold ring with a fake stone on top of it. I said back, “This would be $20 to clean both.”
She said, “Okay, can you do it?”

I replied, “Sure, will take a few minutes. I will be right back.” I took both items in back to the shop and turned on the jewelry cleaner. I kept an eye on the cameras I have up front to keep an eye on the girl in the store. I see her walked about the shop looking in all the cases. The store it not very big, so she is just looking. I see her walk over to the discount case and look inside. I see her open the case up. Shit, I forgot to lock the case! I see her reach in and pick up an item, look at it, then put it back. She took another item out, then put it back. She took out a third item, but this time, she put it inside her pocket. I got mad at this as I watched her. She then reached in again, and took something out and pocketed it. Now I was really mad. I have a button in the back shop area that will lock the front door with a magnetic lock so you cannot open the door no matter what. I hit the button to lock the door. She would not be able to get out now.
I finished cleaning the ring and bracelet and walked out into the store. The girl smiled at me as I handed her the stuff. I told her, “Okay, that will be $20.” She handed me a $20 bill and then I said, “and also additional money for what stuff is in your pocket that you Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Sometimes people ask if I'm still writing. And I have been... I rarely stop, really, aside from occasional breaks, it just sometimes gets really slow.. And more annoyingly, I've just not been finishing a lot of stuff... some of what I get excited about writing peters out long before it's finished, leaving me with nothing postworthy. Frustrating, as you can imagine... it feels like a lot of writing for nothing, at least unless I get back to finish it one day. And maybe I will.

But at last, I finally have some stuff ready to go, save editing, and this is the first.

Before you ask, no, whatever ongoing project you were about to ask about is not one of the things I have waiting to post... it may well be somewhere in the mass of unfinished stuff piled up on my hard drive.

The Umbrella Hitch by AnonyMPC (Mg,loli, voy, slow)

Chapter One:

Sometimes I wonder if it was Fate after all, because so many events seemed to conspire to put me at that place and at that time, and if even one of them was different on that afternoon, I probably wouldn't have crossed paths with her.

First, there was that I got off work an hour early. One of my co-workers needed to pay for some emergency dental surgery, and most of us were letting him pick up an hour here or there from our shifts. I certainly didn't mind going a little early, although the weather made it complicated. That was the second thing. The best forecasts said it wasn't supposed to rain until the evening. Yet, just after 1pm, it started to drizzle. Ten minutes later, it was going hard. I'm talking torrential downpour. And it all happened just a few minutes before I started on my long walk home from work.

I didn't have my own car. Sometimes I was able to use my mother's, but usually she needed it, and that day I was out of luck. And there are buses, but not in a convenient straight line between my work and home. In order to get from one place to the other, I would have to make several transfers, waiting at each, often in the very weather I'd be trying to avoid. On the whole it took twice as long as just walking, which itself takes about half an hour. It was a pain in the ass and I kept telling myself to quit and try and get a more convenient job, but I didn't want it to reflect badly on my cousin, who recommended me.
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Tags: gM, Loli, non-con
"Don't fret," he murmured softly into my ear. The heat of his breath mingling with the cool air sent shivers down my spine as I lay there anticipating the inevitable pain that awaited me. My father's body loomed over mine, pressing gently against my frame in a both comforting and unsettling manner. His scent was a curious mix of fresh mint and some other indescribable yet alluring aroma that stirred memories from days gone by. It reminded her of those tranquil evenings after dinner when her father would nurse an iced tumbler, lost in thought.

Now is the time.

For a brief second, my gaze drifted downward to the exposed skin we shared. My nipples stood at attention atop the slowly forming hills of my breasts, their erectness betraying the latent desire that coursed through me. Further down, I could see the imposing silhouette of my father's engorged manhood dangling between his legs. Its size and girth seemed almost intimidating as it brushed ever so slightly against the delicate folds of my pussy. A torrent of emotions - excitement, fear, and an insatiable longing - surged through me as if a door had flung open to reveal a secret world hidden deep within me.

His touch was a tease; he left behind a streak of precum on the lips of my pussy, warming against the cool night air. It sent shivers down my spine as I relished in this newfound intimacy with my father, both tantalizing and forbidden in its nature.



I held my breath, poised on the precipice of what was to come. My body braced for impact, my lungs locked in a desperate attempt to contain the torrent of emotions swelling within me. A gnawing ache settled low in my stomach and radiated outward, tightening my chest with each passing moment. As I lifted my gaze to meet his, our eyes clashed, binding us in an unspoken understanding.

Daddy's gentle smile was both reassuring and unnerving as it mirrored the tender expression he bestowed upon me every morning. A fleeting glimmer of disbelief flickered across his features, as if he were still processing the reality of my presence in his bed. The moment our eyes met, a shiver coursed through me – a mixture of trepidation and longing. But then his touch sent shockwaves through me once again; this time, his member nudged against my delicate petals, coaxing them apart before slipping between their tender folds.

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Reposting this, for some reason. Even though I felt weird trying to fap to futa lit, I was okay with this one, for some reason.

I remember a long while back, some folks here added to it, and things were great, but then for some reason the mods took it down? I think it was cause it hadn't been updated in forever. But, yeah. RESURRECTION(I hope)
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