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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Nosebleed Edition

What is Cyberpunk?
It's complicated.

https://lainchan.jp/cyb/res/115.html#115
http://www.cyberpunkforums.com/viewtopic.php?id=361
https://www.reddit.com/r/Cyberpunk/wiki/about
https://www.neondystopia.com/what-is-cyberpunk/
http://www.cypunk.com/whatis.php
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cyberpunk

Cyberpunk Communities
https://8ch.net/cyber/
http://www.cyberpunkforums.com/
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Everyone hit me with your best Dark Souls themed wallpapers

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I'm using a printer that doesn't have a native support for double sided printouts. You have to put back the printouts.

I've got a PDF that has no page numbers at all. Probably because it was supposed to be read on a pad. So is there a way of adding numbers to the printout, or is the only alternative to first make a document with the right numbering and then make the PDF-printout on them?

Pic unrelated, but cute.

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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,
Not sure if this is the right place for this kind of fetish, but as I have failed to find a better section I'll just try my luck here.
My question is, what is the correct way to explain the need to be treated in such manner?
If we look at the dictionary for that word:
noun (plural pillories)
a wooden framework with holes for the head and hands, in which offenders were formerly imprisoned and exposed to public abuse.

It's pointing out two things, first the Public aspect and second the Abusive nature of it.
Now, I know its pretty simple that some people want to be abused, but what I am failing to understand is how can you translate being abused in public none the less to pleasure?
Is it because you expect people to take it for granted, do you expect them to just accept it that you need to be treated this way... or do you really need to be bent over and presented to the wold in this manner in order to find comfort...
As for myself, I count myself as Submissive, I do like giving in and not trying to control anything, but I am failing to grasp the concept of this sort abuse.
And yeah, that's enough rumbling for one post.
Any sort of thought would be appreciated.

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I saw it on a documentary, but don't recall the name of it. The core of the story was something like this:

>party boss sees the benefit of building a Dracula-themed hotel or at least a hotel in Dracula's home turf, because it could attract foreign capital in the form of Dracula-tourism
>goes on a hunting trip with Ceaușescu, because you're a big deal
>asks indirectly if it wouldn't be a good idea to build a hotel in the region
>gets an OK from Ceaușescu

PLOT TWIST: The hotel wasn't in the exactly correct position, but OTOH, the protagonist of Stoker's Dracula doesn't know if he's Vlad III or any of his sons that later lived in Transylvania.

So, does anyone please know the exact details of the hunting trip and the hotel?

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Hey guys, I'm looking through my old collection of .swfs and I can't seem to find the one I'm looking for. It was fairly simple, had explosions in the background, while someone yelled IN TER NET. Does anyone by chance have this old .swf stored somewhere that's willing to share? I offer some from my collection to hopefully help.

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I'm gonna try to dump my Dawn folder here because fuck, she's hot.