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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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Hi all, this was a WIP eLit story posted on the 99chan /ss/ boards. Unfortunantly they no longer have an /ss/ board and from browsing various /eLit/ and /ss/ boards I have seen no evidence of the this story anywhere, so I have decided to share what I have here.

I would like to state in clearly though, THIS IS NOT MINE. Some else wrote this and I am simply reposting it here. If the original author see this and wants to finish the story, PLEASE do!

Anyways, this story was separated by posts, not chapters. I'll post what I see as a chapter per post. Anyways again, on with the story

Chapter 1, part 1

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My story actually started when I was 6 years old. My family lived in a college town in an area that wasn't too hot, not too cold. Lots of trees. Kind-of what you'd call a "normal" place for a middle-class white family.

My mom would usually hire majors from her department who needed extra money to be babysitters and to clean up the house sometimes. Usually they'd be juniors or seniors, so I wouldn't have the same babysitter for more than a year.

Invairably, they were girls. The first one I remember was a nice blond girl, but I forgot her name. I had one for a while who was hispanic and not very nice and got mad at me a lot. My mom got a different sitter after that. One was a somewhat heavy girl with short brown hair. She was okay and didn't get mad at me a lot, but she wasn't a lot of fun. Falicia was a black girl with really short hair and a VW bus. She would take me to McDonald's for little icecream cones and always helped me with work that I brought home from first grade, and she really liked watching TV with me, especially cartoons. But she was a senior, and I remember I cried a lot when she had to move back to her home state when she graduated.

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I put my plan into action about 11 years ago. The idea was simple; adopt a baby boy and raise it as a girl. Of course, the actual logistics were somewhat more complex, but that was the idea. In fact, I adopted two children, the boy (who I remaned Natalie) and a girl named Bree. An interesting fact is that a newborn is almost completely androgynous, aside from the genetalia. As they grow (even before puberty), sex hormones will determine wether or not they begin looking like a girl, or like a boy. Once puberty begins, then the sex hormones begin to give people their seconadry sexual characteristics, wide hips, full breasts, public hair, etc... Since the testicles were the source of male sex hormones, the first thing I needed to do was castrate Natalie. I took no pleasure in the act, but I couldn't have those male hormones dropping her voice and broadening her shoulders. Next, I began giving her controlled doses of regular female hormones, in amounts typical for her age. Neither girl would be exposed to the world outside, I would raise them in my own microcosm of morality and practices. If anything I do seems sick to you, then do not fear for the girls, because everything we do is normal to them, and even expected.

11 years later, I have two beautiful girls on the verge of puberty, that time in youth when they are at their deweyist and most beautiful. Natalie has thick, soft, and slightly wavy brown hair going down to her shoulder blades. Her hips are widening, and I can see some beautiful curves developing in her chest, waist, and buttocks. Her penis is still quite small, without those male sex hormones it never grew very much, and there is not any hair around it yet. Bree is lankier then Natalie, slightly taller and skinnier. Her platinum blonde hair is cut evenly at her shoulders, and her bangs are cut evenly across her forhead. She has recently grown faint traces of peach fuzz on her sex, much to her satisfaction.

I first introduced the girls to the experience of having an orgasm by adding some oral sex into the bedtime routine. After they bathed, dried off, and got dressed for bed, I would slide their pyjamas up and give them oral sex. For Bree, I would gently lick her labial folds, and then insert my toung into her vagina and roll it around. After becoming aroused, her clitoris would appear from under it;s protective hood, and I would begin running my tounge over it in long strokes. As Bree was still young, about 8 when I started this, she was still extremly sensitive and it would take little to satisfy her multiple times. When she involuntarily would push herself into my face and begin grunting, I knew she was nearly done. After she had an orgasm or two, she would hop into bed, and I would start on Natalie. Again, I would slide her night gown up, pull her panties to her knees, and enclose her penis within my mouth. If she was not already erect from the excitement of expectation, then I would hold it in my m Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

I wrote a quick, stupid thing and I want to get it off my computer before someone finds it. Barely any meat to this one, just horny.

[m/f, underage, consensual, virgin, first time, creampie, quick and dirty]

I walked down the steep grassy hill to the paved pathway leading to the wetlands boardwalk. I heard kids in the vicinity and immediately stopped. I didn't want that kind of thing today. I felt so good being around family that a bullying situation would ruin the whole day. I almost went back. But I didn't. I checked to see if my camera fit in my shorts pocket in case I had to hide it and continued on the boardwalk down to a junction. I glimpsed some kids out by a wooden snack bar structure but they seemed pretty centralized there so I kept walking down to the scenic spot. It was just as cool as Dad said. The water was quietly trickling nearby and the baseball field gave so much distance cover, I could tell this was a virtually invisible spot to anyone passing by on the road. I took a few pics and did low level investigating of the area for a few minutes before I heard the chain link fence jingle slightly, as if it was receiving vibrations of someone stepping onto the boardwalk at the junction. I sighed and my shoulders sank slightly. Probably the kids from the snack bar. Bullying possible now. Yuck. As the noises approached I deduced it was just one person. I felt a bit better at that. Easier to ignore one person and then dart around them. I watched out of the corner of my eye as a kid emerged into view finally. He hesitated slightly when he saw me but I pretended to take more flashless pics but not really because I didn't want to waste the film. I did take one pic of him covertly but when I developed it later, it was really dark. He seemed to be about ten years old, so I had age on him at least if he got tough. But he wasn't. He seemed very ten years old, though. Kind of show offy and stuff but not mean. After about five minutes of chatter, he pulled out a lighter and tried to light a branch on fire. I took it from him, told him I was a pyromaniac and we lit a few dry leaves on fire on the pavement. He asked me if I was just a pyro and not a nympho...and that's when it happened. We were two kids having naughty kid fun with flames and then suddenly his tongue was in my mouth. I accepted it greedily, not even knowing his name. What grade was he in? Did he play sports? Did he even live nearby? No clue. But his mouth tasted like cherry sour balls and I was on my knees and our hands were everywhere and...I wanted all of him inside me. Right then and there. How could this be me?! I was 12! The closest I got to being sexual was crushing on pop stars. But when I bravely moved my hand down to feel what I was going to be working with, and it was raging hard at my touch and as he moaned "Oh goddamn..." against my lips, knowing I made him hard and that he wanted me...I knew. This was it. I was Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

I think I posted this a long time ago and it dropped out, but I guess I'll post again since I wrote another chapter for fun.

Summary: Crusaders arrive in a foreign land haunted by a demon king...or so they think. Instead they find a desert full of monsters not hungry for flesh, but for sex. As they traverse the land of madness they find sex sorcerers, pigmen, men-luring cockatrices, alarunes that feed on sperm, hellhounds, centaurs, egg-laying insects, and even a lust demon. Will the crusaders be successful, or will they fall into debauchery like all the rest?

Tags (here we go): Rape, anthro, bestiality, drugs, slavery, magic, transformation (doll), creampies, rimming (male and female), anal fingering (male and female), anal, pegging, oral, impregnation, body control, underage (in appearance), insects, egg-laying, threesomes, foursomes, moresomes, trap (as in m/m surprise), lactation, death, blood, gore, toys, orgasm denial, maledom, femdom, and probably more that I can't think of at the moment.

ALSO: this story is VERY long. Prepare to read a lot if you want to follow it. I never write short things.

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Chapter 1

(This chapter contains: virgin, magic body control, sex with dolls, oral, handjob, creampie, and human doll transformation. You have been warned. BE SURE TO LEAVE A COMMENT.)

The first ship arrived at the port. It was a longship and as it rolled up to the pier a man jumped out. Like all the people on his boat, he was dressed in plate armor, decorated with a bright, flaming bird on the breast plate. He knelt down onto the wood and thanked the goddess for his safe trip. Many of the other men and women on the boat did the same as they stepped onto the pier. The first man, clearly the leader, scanned out across the ocean. He could see countless other longships, rowing rapidly towards him. Many of them would have to anchor around the port and walk over the boats, but they made it. The last human stronghold on the continent. The man turned towards the city. He thought he might have been seeing a mirage when he first got close, but he wasn't. The city was much larger than he thought it would be. There were buildings with ornate domes crammed into high walls that covered a semi-circle around the coast. There were thousands, perhaps tens of thousands living in this city. It certainly didn't look like a place on the verge of being annihilated. Instead it looked like a paradise, with palm trees, a beautiful coast and colorful domes on some of the larger structures. Moreover, the entire place looked intact and untouched. Still, it was not his place to question the High Priest of Vordan. He was on a mission from the goddess and he intended to fulfill it. He turned to the common soldiers in the boat.
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Mg

Inspired/influenced by the biggest masterpiece of our time, "Roommates", is an attempt at the genre of my own (though nowhere as good as Roommates). Takes place in an unnamed Scandinavian country; it's my first story and English isn't my mother language so it's probably pretty stiff.

Day one

Like many other places around the world, Japanese culture had become rather popular in the capital of my country, so a number of years ago, a two-day open-air Japanese culture festival had popped up to be held every spring, in one of the bigger parks close to the center of the city. As a closeted weaboo, it was only natural for me to go there. The first year I went alone, not having any friends at the time also into Japanese stuff. The festival was pretty typical, I assume, with Japanese food stalls, different games for the kids, and performances of martial arts, dances and so on. In contrast to “real” festivals in Japan, however, this was held during the day.

The stalls and performances were okay, but what really caught my surprise - and interest - was all the cosplay taking place, so I spent most of the two days looking at that. It was a real thrill to see my favorite characters being brought to life, but I was too shy to approach any of the cute girls walking around. Talking with someone one-on-one would have been okay, but they were always in groups with their friends, so I didn’t know how to join in, especially just when I was just wearing plain clothes.

So with nothing much happening, I skipped out going for the next couple of years. Entering university, I made a circle of fellow weeaboo friends and one of them suggested that we go to the festival that year. Figuring it would be better to go with someone else than alone, I agreed. Barely anything at the festival had changed, perhaps for some furries having showed up for some reason. After making our round to visit the stalls, we kept our eyes out for any cute girls to chat up. However, even though we could now act as wing-men for each other, we didn’t have much luck in getting to know any of the cosplayers. First of all, most of them seemed to still be teenagers, while we were in our early twenties, and once we did find someone our age, they had obviously gone to the festival to flirt with strangers. It probably didn’t help that we were not cosplaying ourselves, but we thought that that would be overdoing it.

The following year, my friend suggested we go again, and with nothing else to do, I agreed. An extraordinarily warm day for spring, I showed up earlier than planned, and wandered around while waiting for my friend. That’s when I saw her for the first time. In the midst of the sea of middle-aged people studying the exhibit of a Japanese garden, and the cosplayers with their big, complicated costumes, I caught a glimpse of a simple and traditional sailor school uniform. The pureness o Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Chapter 1 - Reminiscence
Codes: Fg, MF, Mg, M+g (implied), inc, pedo, ir, nc, oral

Eva Green was standing right in front of her full length mirror and gazing at the reflection. The white tube top she was wearing hasn’t been worn by her since childhood. That assessment had the eleven-year-old chuckle. Her childhood was no more than two months ago and yet felt like ages had past. The preteen slightly turned to her right and tentative caressed the little bee stings that would one day become her boobs. Though she had to be very deliberate not to touch the inflamed tissue of her nipples. Her teats were still obscenely enlarged by the shots her uncle had injected into them. Not only that but the studs of her piercings also irritated the aureoles of her tits. Looking closely one could clearly see the darker edges of the skin around her nipples against the faded material of her top. Not to mention the visible outline of the golden bars that were helping to keep her teats erect while the stretched fabric did all it was still capable of to squish them into the soft tissue of her chest. She could still remember her eight birthday when her uncle had gifted her that insanely inappropriate piece of garment. For her then it was the best present she had ever gotten. Not only did it made her feel very grown-up when she was wearing it, but she had also possessed something she could tease her mother with. She was constantly told by her that she was not allowed to wear that slutty crop top. But what her mother didn’t know was that she was donning it whenever possible under her regular clothes. Knowing her naughty behavior made her feel very itchy in her special place all the time. Her cunt she corrected herself in her mind as this is the appropriate grown-up way of saying. Uncle Donny had taught her all the proper words for the parts of her body. She could still feel the sting of his hand on her bare ass whenever she used her old baby language. Back then his flat was also the only place where she was allowed to show her beloved tube top freely not only to him but also to the friends he invited regularly. Sometimes they were watching sport together, but most of the time played silly games like Twister or Simon Says. In the end she had to remove it one way or another because she was forced to by the rules of the game, or it got dirty. Even the smallest smudges her uncle could see and always had her machine wash the garment at the highest temperature. Needless to say the cotton fabric was gradually shrinking in size and became threadbare rather quickly. A fact which Eva was now more aware of than ever. She could see some seams to be at the edge of tearing. Also, the ripping sound when she struggled to squeeze her torso in the now much too small garment was not very reassuring. Having become quite shy about her body in the last two years she hadn’t worn the tube top ever since and was also avoiding her uncle whenever possible. Maybe that’s the Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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