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BFORE YOU POST, KNOW THIS! Cowboy!6UZGZTHCak ## Mod ## 10/06/30(Wed)19:25 No. 8547 ID: 5eefb3 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts] Stickied

ALL REQUESTS FOR STORIES OR STORY CONTENT ARE TO GO IN THIS THREAD! ALL STORY REQUESTS NOT POSTED IN THIS THREAD WILL BE DELETED AND THE POSTER MAY BE BANNED. ALL COMMENTS QUESTIONS, AND OTHER OF THE LIKE ARE TO GO HERE AS WELL! Also, if you don't have constructive comments, keep them to yourself. Or you'll get banned for being an ass. This is not /b/, you have been warned.

Make sure that you check out http://asstr.org or http://storiesonline.net, or any other of the fine erotic literature sites, or GOOGLE IT! THEY MAY HAVE THE STORY ALREADY THERE!…Where ever that may be….Also, any plagiarism will result in a BAN!

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Anonymous 15/05/26(Tue)04:03 No. 23603 ID: 3b2173

Hey not trying to up my post since it's probably too vague, but the story may have ben on freeadult2000 since I remember I had liked many soren's stories. Does anyone know if they are still up somewhere?

READ BEFORE POSTING! Cowboy!6UZGZTHCak ## Mod ## 10/06/30(Wed)19:11 No. 8546 ID: 5eefb3 [Reply] Locked Stickied

This is a thread for ALL AUTHORS and READERS. Though you are not required to, I would recommend that you save your story in a post able form, this is to ensure that your story stays preserved and that if 7chan is to go down AGAIN. Also, if anyone has something available as far as web space for an archive, please e-mail me at 1subject@live.com.
I also recommend to everyone that you visit us at the IRC at irc.7chan.org in /elit/ channel. Research it and please stop in, any questions you have about well, ANYTHING can be answered there. There are many good different types of IRC clients, some can attach right onto your browser. So find one and set it up.
3litchan is gone as far as I know. Don’t asking nothing more, ‘cause on that subject….I don’t know nothing’, I just work here.

The Three Amigos Skibby 15/03/17(Tue)01:37 No. 23383 ID: ebd7e7 [Reply]

The first time I tried it was on a bet. All of my neighborhood friends and me, which amounted to three of us in total, wagered over which one of us would end up with the least phone numbers after our first school dance of 9th grade. Second place would get to watch while third place took an X-Change pill and the winner fucked her.

This wasn't normal for boys to do, of course, but we were little perverts. We had grown up together and spied on eachother's sisters and had been bragging about getting pussy since before any of us were old enough to have gotten any.

We had been discussing Lauren Holdy's tits/ass while swimming at my house and were in a heated debate over which part of her was the best. Her boyrfriend was a senior on the Varsity football team and he had sent all of the naked pictures she texted him to his friends. One of his friends worked as a trainer for some of the junior varsity guys, and ended up sending a mass text containing all of the pictures to half of the junior varsity team.

This is how Marcus ended up getting them being a JV lineman and, in the hopes that someday we would reciprocate if we got classmates' naked pictures, he emailed them to us after saving them and we often found ourselves discussing her whenever nobody else was around.

Lauren had been one of our classmates since Kindergarten. We all knew her because everybody knew her. She was the girl whose mom was in charge of all of the school events. She was a member of the school board and made sure that Lauren was involved in all of the clubs and councils she possibly could be. This made Lauren a responsible girl who then blossomed into a tall and blonde freshman cheerleader.

She wouldn't date any boys throughout middle school because her council duties kept her busy and because her mom would have had him castrated. When she began cheer, she began talking to talk to Darren Applewhite, a senior, and to everyone's surprise they began to date. When Darren's little presents from her reached us, we found ourselves divided on which part of hers was the sexiest. Looking at her athletic, well-developed form and imagining that suave ogre fucking her often kept me up at night.

Keif liked her legs the best, and admittedly they were wonderful. Even with the sloppy mirror photography, her skin was a light brown and she was one of the tallest girls in our grade, which made her toned thighs ooze sex. Marcus told him it was funny he liked her legs so much, since she was about two inches taller than Keif was. Keif stood a very average 5'6 and Lauren looked like some Norse goddess next to him, standing at a strapping 5'7.

Marcus liked her ass the best, and I told him that being into her ass seemed normal enough since he was a nigger. I launched into a Jim Crow impersonation talking about the few stereotypical black people habits Marcus had. He l Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 15/05/29(Fri)02:52 No. 23615 ID: 02d85d

Welp, if that's how you feel I won't bother posting the rest of the chapters here lol.

Anonymous 15/05/29(Fri)03:29 No. 23616 ID: 7232f0

no pls

Anonymous 15/05/29(Fri)05:45 No. 23617 ID: 4c2b43

Not the other guy complaining about tags. But would it kill you to at least add gender tags? If you want to keep some of the story hidden sure whatever but fuck man just add a few general tags.

My First Attempt at story telling Lickit 13/10/16(Wed)21:17 No. 19930 ID: 49e734 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Hi, I thought I would attempt a story. Here is
chapter one. Tell me what you think.

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Anonymous 15/01/10(Sat)06:26 No. 23097 ID: 8dfa80

bump so it doesnt die

Thank you Lickit 15/04/22(Wed)02:21 No. 23490 ID: 1310ed

Wow!! I know it's been a looooong time. Sorry, I fell ill ... EXTREMELY ill. I was in the hospital for over six months. I do have every intention of finishing this story. (Spoiler) there is a very interesting twist toward the end, however, as I am recovering, it will still be a while before I can finish. I will be back ASAP. Thank you whom ever it was that bumped. I fully expected this to be off the board by now.

Shad 15/05/28(Thu)12:41 No. 23614 ID: 3e26f6

hope you are recovering well! still very much want this to continue

Canvas Stef 14/11/21(Fri)22:14 No. 22859 ID: ebd7e7 [Reply]

(mind control, gender change, solo, m/f)

The first time it happened, I didn't know what I was doing.

I hadn't been able to sleep. This wasn't especially abnormal, but usually I'd have to skip a night's rest and then the next day I'd be able to get a few hours in. Enough to feel human.

This was study hall, which amounted to a blow off class for most of us. I was going on 72 hours without any shuteye and while the girls in front of me were playing a card game and the football guys were talking about freshman girls in the corner behind me, I was resting my head on my arms and trying to count some sheep.

I had been becoming more and more serious in art class over the last few years and now that I was a senior, art had become my calling. The teacher had let me move from pencils to colored pencils to paint by the time I was a sophomore and I was a regular in highschool art exhibitions now. This got me out of P.E. and needing fine arts credits and with most of my serious classes done now, I could use art class as an excuse to get half days when I wanted them.

The lack of sleep was beginning to affect my work, though, so I slowed my breathing and ignored the noise everyone was making in an attempt to get some of that back. My social life was basically nil due to what my doctor said might be a rare form of autism. I find it hard to meet people, and my sex drive suffers from the antidepressants. Painting really is all I have, most days.

Sleep came over me like it usually did, a fickle thing that came when I was at the breaking point. Sometimes, due to my restlessness, I have what they call lucid dreams. Sitting in studyhall, I was aware that I was asleep, but still cognizant enough to know that I was sleeping. Most of my rest is that way.

This time, everything was even more vivid than usual. I could actually see the girls there having a conversation. I moved over to them, looking over my shoulder to see myself sleeping still. A haze hung over the classroom, like they were playing cards in a burning building. Somewhere, in a dense bank of black clouds in the corner, I could hear the football players laughing about something.
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Stef 15/01/05(Mon)23:05 No. 23070 ID: ebd7e7

Everyone was panicked and I silently wondered what the hell was going to happen now as two of the kids in the EMT program began CPR on Daniel Ridge. I crossed my arms nervously and glanced back at Ian Larson who came up behind me and put his arms around me. I stiffened some, caught off-guard, but allowed myself to sink back against his muscular chest and stomach. I could still smell the sweat on him from earlier. I had known this was a bad idea from the start, and now I had a real problem on my hands.

Mrs. Brenner was talking to a 911 operator and put her hand over the phone to say "Everyone who isn't certified to give CPR please go wait in the library for next period and don't go spreading this around."

Ian laced his fingers with mine and we walked along together toward the library. We were both silent, but for different reasons. He was likely upset over Daniel dying while we were out of the room, but I was weighing the ramifications of being trapped in Cynthia Haynes' life. I didn't know the first thing about being her, just like I hadn't known that Cynthia had been teasing Ian with nude photos for days following last weeks football game and that he'd take her leaving the room for the restroom as an invitation to sneak out.

The study hall period had begun for Daniel like it usually did. He went to sleep in the corner and decided which of the girls in his class looked the hottest. By now, he had seen most of them, some several times. Cynthia was on drill team and the drill team had been working on homecoming banners instead of going to stud yhall for the last week or so, and he had been dying to take some nude photos of her.

This class, Cynthia showed up in her drill team uniform since there had been a pep rally after lunch, and Daniel couldn't think of anything he'd rather do than slip into her body and take some pictures followed by the electrifying process of figuring out where Cynthia's body was most sensitive.

Strangely , as Deidra, playing with her clit could make her cum so powerfully, but as Rebecca or Kate, she could only cum from penetration. Neither girl carried anything like a dildo in their purses, but Deidra had a big hair brush in her purse which Daniel had ended up riding on the bathroom floor in the handicap stall. Kate had been even better. Her contact lens solution bottle was about 7 inches long and two inches thick. Getting that inside her had been a little more time consuming than she had planned and had hurt more than the brush handle, but being stretched around it had felt so good. Had Cynthia not been in class today, he was planning to stretch Kate around the lens solution bottle again today.

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Stef 15/01/05(Mon)23:06 No. 23071 ID: ebd7e7

The sight of it and his fingers massaging her clit sent a shock through her and instead of protesting, Cynthia barely managed to stifle a moan.

"Suck it for me" he whispered and massaged her clit with one hand. His other stroked through Cynthia's hair and she felt him push her head down gently, but firmly.

Her hand unconsciously moved up and wrapped around the base of it, her fingers only making it about two thirds of the way around. His hand slid out of her spanks and the other pushed down on her head harder, pushing her dace down toward the throbbing head of his tan cock. As she bent down, the thing most on her mind was how she was sad he couldn't keep fingering her while she did this. Somewhere inside, Daniel told himself that if this was what it took to not blow his cover, it was probably worth it. After this, he'd just stay the hell out of Cynthia's body. Her body responded way too easily to boys.

Kneeling would have made her too short, so Cynthia bent over and let Ian get two good handfulls of her hair while she put her lips around the big, warm head of his cock. Already, a salty slick of precum leaked from his tip and tasting it made her legs shaky. She tried to shove her mouth down him, but gagged when the head of his cock touched the back of her throat.

She pulled back, but felt his grip on her hair tighten and suddenly he pulled her mouth back down him again, gagging her harder. He pulled his hips back and bucked them forward gently, and she looked up at him through her eyes and watched as he blurred from the tears that gagging her had caused. He was looking down at her and seeing her blue eyeliner beginning to run only made him buck his hips harder. Her only choice was to try and accommodate his cock as he fucked her mouth.

Cynthia couldn't help but be sopping wet, her legs getting wobbly from arousal. Ian pulled her back and forth while he bucked his hips. Her libido had him trapped, making Daniel succumb completely to this brutal face fucking.

"This feels so fucking good" Ian moaned down at her while he tried to shove himself deeper into her mouth.

Cynthia opened to try and take it in, since he was starting to choke her and finally her legs gave way and she sank onto her knees, looking up at Ian's wet cock bouncing in the air above her.
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Anonymous 15/05/28(Thu)11:04 No. 23613 ID: d26fa2

Good god this really turns me on, I love the premise and it is well written

crossdressing, dub-con, glory holes, etc. (pretty gay yo) sadako 13/09/04(Wed)09:06 No. 19642 ID: 93dcec [Reply]

His short breath echoing in the mostly empty bathroom was loud at first, but when it came filled with the sound of his mouth working over a particularly thick cock, the noises were deafening. Kora shifted the position of his heels on the floor, the scraping barely ringing out above the choking sounds that his throat made when the length he had buried in his throat thrust a little too deep. He was focused tonight. He needed the money this week, and he was determined to earn it before it was time to pack up and leave.

This was his stall. The familiar rough brush of duct tape against the little tip of his nose told him that. Through teary eyes, he could just barely make out the familiar slurs that graffitied the wall above the crudely cut hole. More or less accurate insults of 'slut' and 'bitch' loomed over his head as he gave the shaft in his mouth a very generous suck, letting himself pull back to catch his breath. There was a reason men came to him. Not only because he had a perfect mouth, but because he was one of the very few that allowed guys who didn't have a condom to spare to fuck his face every once in a while. It was even rumored that sometimes, he'd let a select few come into his stall. And that, too, was true. For this--and for just about everything else--he didn't charge, but he did require protection, which was a fault in the eyes of some. But they always came back. He had regulars that knew he'd let them in if they pushed at the stall door.

"C'mon..." Came the terse grunt of the man he had been ignoring, effectively breaking his concentration when the spongy knob of a dick jabbed against his cheek, then his lower lip, slathering his face with a mixture of pre-cum and saliva. Sometimes he forgot the fact that there was someone behind the wall, someone attached to the appendages he spent most of his nights sucking on. It wasn't something that he honestly cared about, and he really didn't have the urge to fix it either. Kora's eyes dropped as he grabbed the base, staring down the throbbing member, dripping and looking as if it would be ready to pop at any second. The veins stood out a faint, lovely blue against the red flesh, the skin stained a shimmering pink with his lip-gloss. It was drooling all over the crest of his chest, or at least what little skin that was peaking out from the tiny scrap of dress he had on. A dress that was already very messy from other loads from boys that day. The sight prompted a sensation of arousal, and elicited a small hiss from between his lips and through his teeth, the pillows swollen from the rough fucking this guy had been giving his mouth. He let his tongue out to roll along the head, and Kora could hear the heavy sigh the man gave in response. These few seconds of licking spanned longer and longer, until he was caught up in the motions of swirling his tongue over the slit, stroking firm and slow over Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 14/03/28(Fri)01:44 No. 21443 ID: 7c9469

glad to see someone liked it! but yeah, i'm still writing, slowly but surely. right now i'm writing two more stories about kora, one of him getting molested frequently by his brother while he was younger, and the other another trapping story, since so many people seem to like my crossdressing stories! this one'll have more prostitution though.

here's a story involving some hatesex.


Emily adjusted the phone that she kept propped between the crook of her shoulder and her ear. The tip of her pink tongue spent its time searching over full lips as her eyes stared on at the window in front of her, that being about the extent of her movement. She was just vaguely listening to the voice on the other end of the line, lending some helpful 'uh-huhs' to keep the conversation trucking along. Other than that, she wasn't paying much attention. So, when hair fell in her face, she moved it. When her never ending, long, slim legs got restless, she crossed them. And when the man beside her shoved his erection into the palm of her hand like a wild animal, she rubbed it. The actions were all second nature to the woman, but it would be a lie to say she wasn't a bit amused by the antics of her little boy-toy.
After all, she hated him. He was nothing at all but a useless, bummy drunk who somehow thought her to be inferior. To him. If it was at all possible to be inferior to scum, this might have been true, but as far as she was concerned, she was a goddess and he a worthless ant. At least he was bit cute, with his curly hair and natural, tan skin, but otherwise, Cailen was just a huge dick. Her disdain for him, and his for her, was no doubt what prompted him to try and conquer her, again and again. He always failed, and humiliation was a constant for the poor guy, which made it all the more entertaining for her.
"Yeah..." Her God given sultry voice bridged on as she graced him with a glance. She even bit her lip a little, though the gesture wasn't even close to as sexy as when she rubbed the pillows together. She'd fold the fuller upper against the lower lip, her expression dripping with lust, just because she knew what it did to the boy. It was all in good fun, and she continued it by lowering long, fluttering eyelashes at him. In response, he scowled back in an expression that was more of a non-threatening pout than anything. Just the sight caused her to burst into a fit of giggles, tearing her eyes away from him and her focus back to her conversation. "No, no, sorry. My puppy's being real cute. I'm listening,"
As she said this, she fumbled with his zipper to downplay his scowl at her dumb pet name. Her thin fingers made quick work of his fly, opening it up and his boxers as well, to pull out his swollen cock without so much as a second glance. Still, Emily couldn't help but to squirm a bit in her spot when she felt how Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Anonymous 14/03/28(Fri)03:16 No. 21444 ID: 6fffdb

Seems good, but the only thing I ask for, if it isn't too much, is more empty space instead of blocks of text, makes it easier to read.

Anonymous 14/10/11(Sat)08:19 No. 22554 ID: 1e86e1

Oh god moar plz.

Implant (tags: tentacle(s), f/f, f/m, science fiction) Rachael Avarie!!IuBGZ0LmOz 12/10/10(Wed)15:56 No. 17365 ID: 4c9640 [Reply]

I re-read a story I wrote some time ago. Then I decided to write some more. If this post's format screws up on 7chan then I apologize, this is my first time posting here.

Since some people may want or need to track this story or other stories I may post, I’ll go by the pen name "Rachael Avarie" here rather than Anonymous. This is the first story/writing I’m sharing with the world, so feedback is especially appreciated.

I considered writing this in first person, but I may be switching point of views, so I’ll stick with third person. I’ll also be writing with spacing between paragraphs because I’m not sure if websites such as this will allow for tab indentation. I’ll leave no line spaces between multiple quotes except between some extra large paragraphs, and will merely use a double star ** to indicate a new speaker, as necessary. Double inverted commas indicate speech; single inverted commas indicate thought, normally. Now although this story is rated as science fiction, I’ve made an effort to make it seem as realistic as possible. I’ve tried to make the character reactions to the unnatural as accurate as a real person’s reaction would be, though at points I’ve had to tone it down to forgo to write too much “gasp, shock, horror, ugh!” character reactions. Hints: the first chapter isn’t very erotic, but the second chapter will have scenes that, hopefully, ‘deliver’ (if you know what I mean ;)

Splurb: Julia is an ordinary 17-year-old girl. She gets implanted with a biological creature that attaches itself to her and starts growing. Don’t want to put too many spoilers here otherwise.

Tags: tentacle(s), f/f, f/m, science fiction

Chapter 1

Tuesday, school was out. Julia Sharinotte hated this walk home. That wasn’t to say it was sleazy, nor impossibly far, but something seemed off about one particular building. She’d be damned if she was going to walk around the block, however. Julia walked swiftly, ignoring the sights and the smells around her. Her mother was a quarter Japanese, though they’d all been born in the US. She considered herself an average girl, definitely of average height, though prettier than average, with long dirty-blonde hair, pale blue-green eyes. Her face had a touch of freckles, and she had B-cups, wrapped onto a slender, 17-year old frame. Her best friend certainly didn’t consider her average; she was always gushing about how gorgeous she was, about how unfair it was that she didn’t have to wear makeup. Oh Julia wore makeup, the tiniest amount she considered healthy, but she hated eyeliner. In her opinion, it destroyed a person’s face, more often than not.

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Rachael Avarie!!IuBGZ0LmOz 15/05/19(Tue)23:34 No. 23584 ID: 8fa1b5

Chapter 9

As the day approached noon, Julia found herself sitting with her parents, casually sipping a sports drink.

The eight hundred meter loomed, and suddenly looked to be a huge event for their age group. Ten minutes before the start, coach Frayman announced that it would be open – meaning anyone in their age group could join in, regardless of whether they qualified. After a little prodding, Julia managed to persuade Sandy to join.

** “Might as well, I’m not doing any other long distance events,” Sandy grumbled. “But I warn you, I’m probably going to come stone last.”

Evidently Sandy wasn’t the only one who felt this way. More DNQ girls joined them near the starting line as the lower age group finished off their event. Some of them looked very unenthusiastic, but resigned. Two of them were significantly more pudgy, and were laughing the race off. They weren’t going to run, they were going to slog.

But Elise and Paige there there too, as were Iola and Gerri. It would be an interesting race. Julia almost wished Antionette and Vivka were joining them, but it was already a bit crowded. The twins were pointedly ignoring Julia, or pretending to. She caught one of them glance her way when she thought Julia wasn’t looking.

The previous race finally finished, the last stragglers staggering across the finish, some of them clutching their sides and collapsing into a crouch.

Things took a turn for the worse for Julia’s event when the officials announced the boys in their age group would be joining their race. There were a lot of boo’s from the girls at this, but a few looked thoughtful. The boys, who had been standing mostly silently behind them, moved forwards. Their group was just as large, and the starting line was looking very crowded. The row had doubled up, and the fastest runners were jostling for a position on the front row. The twins got near the outside lane in front, and Julia tried to squeeze to the front on the inside lane. The boys weren’t having it, and she tried shifting back, only to realize she was surrounded. Almost three full rows. The coach called for silence and quickly pushed gunpowder into his starting pistol.
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Anonymous 15/05/26(Tue)10:47 No. 23606 ID: 9b382f

Yes. YES. YES.

Anonymous 15/05/27(Wed)02:22 No. 23609 ID: 7232f0

I really like this story and its developments with the implant.

FutaFempregger 15/03/14(Sat)06:00 No. 23374 ID: d653e8 [Reply]

Hi folks, I've read elit from the chans and elsewhere for awhile, and decided to try writing one myself. This is a repost of what I just wrote on 99chan earlier, just wanted to give it some more exposure, also feel I have a better chance at feedback here, since 7chan's elit seems more active.

Tags with be put up for each chapter, but the overall theme is Futa/Fempreg.


Tags: (Dick growth, Futa, Solo, Forced, Fempreg)


Fuuko wasn’t certain why she suddenly felt a chill go up her spine as she stepped away from the old woman who had just been fired from the coffee shop by her boss yesterday, but something definitely was… off. The woman had been fired by Fuuko’s boss for being late for the 4th day in a row, and even after having only worked there for 2 weeks so far, it was abundantly clear that she was never going to work out. Her name was Felicia, and she had applied for the job because her social security wasn't paying her enough, so she needed a source of income to supplement it. She had a weird habit of reading people’s palms at random times of day during slow periods and giving fortunes, and while Fuuko thought she was a really nice woman (and so did many customers) she weirded out Fuuko’s boss too much, and couldn't do her job properly. It all started the day after the woman had been fired, and had come back to say goodbye.

“Fuuko, are you there?” came Felicia’s voice while Fuuko was checking stock. She came out and saw the old woman, and her face lit up. Felicia was fairly frumpy individual, and her age clearly showed in her mid-seventies, but even with her appearance and weird habits she gave off a warm feeling of motherly affection mixed with a little feistiness and spryness stemming from her life experiences. For someone like Fuuko, who whose upbringing in Japan had always been raised to respect her elders, she held her in high regard and they had formed a fast friendship. It’s a shame she lacked proficiency to do her work, although the fact that Fuuko’s boss was going through a mid-life crisis, and she was terrified of looking at anything that remotely reminded her of growing old didn't help matters.

“Hi! I’m sorry about what happened the other day. I hope everything will be alright.”
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Anonymous 15/05/16(Sat)12:37 No. 23571 ID: 9c682f

Literally the only thing I come here for is this story anymore.
This place always seems to have tags in waves,
And I'm just glad someone well written has futa's reigns.

Patiently waiting for Moar.

Shadow 15/05/26(Tue)07:25 No. 23605 ID: eb32ff

Good for a first effort. Even some plot going on. The futa on guy thing isn't my thing, but that's just me personally. I'm all for more impreg and I don't mind loli, and I'm interested in seeing how this turns out.

Futafempregger 15/05/26(Tue)22:52 No. 23608 ID: deea31


I'm not into futa on guy stuff myself, but I felt it was worth including for the sake of story. I'm not sure how well I'm doing on story though.

Still, I'll keep at it. Already writing next chapter.

Muckrakers, Slutmakers, and Fucktakers - a Phil Phantom Tribute AnonyMPC 15/05/21(Thu)21:56 No. 23593 ID: a609fb [Reply]

Another Phil Phantom tribute. This one was started a year or two ago but, like many such stories, I lost steam halfway through. Suddenly picked it up again while writing the latest iCity story and finished it up quick (and also used it to try out one or two things before I put it in the other story). As usual, I realize most people don't like these as much as my other work, and I don't care, I'm posting it anyway.
Muckrakers, Slutmakers, and Fucktakers - a Phil Phantom Tribute (mf, mg, Mg, beast, ws, Fg, Fb, bond, inc)

An irresponsible online news story turned our town upside down, inside out, head over heels, and ass over teakettle. That last expression never made much sense to me, but if we changed it to 'ass over windowsil' it would become startlingly accurate to something that happened in the first weeks of aftermath of that Muckraker's story.

That was his name, The Bayport Muckraker, the only name we ever knew, although I've heard a few people jokingly refer to him as Saint Muckraker. He was an online blogger, unaccountable and anonymous, who thought he was speaking truth to power and exposing the seedy underbelly of Bayport, posting about such yawn-worthy scandals like a city-councilman expensing home renovations to the city, or the mayor awarding an important contract to his brother-in-law's business. As you might expect, his blog probably didn't get more than a dozen hits on any one story, until he came out with an impossible-seeming story that caught the public imagination and went viral. "Bayport Pedophile Ring Conditions Middle School Girls Into Sex Toys" the headline went, which just showed he wasn't a real journalist. It was lurid, sure, attention-grabbing, absolutely, but a real journalist would be punchier. "Brainwashed Baby Bimbos of Bayport," maybe, or "Junior High Neighborhood Sluts," or maybe "One Weird Trick That Makes Pedos Dreams Come True." But I guess when you're telling a story that insane and outrageous, you can get away with a long, awkward headline.

The news of the story blew through the whole town in hours... it's a small town, gossip moved fast, and even if the Internet hadn't helped I'm sure by the end of that day everyone would have heard the details: There was, supposedly, an organized effort by a pedophile ring in the Bayport area, one that had been going on for years, with a tried and tested method to condition young girls into sex toys, perfect obedient little fuckdolls. The article referred to this ring as the Slutmakers, and the girls they targeted as Fucktakers, because afterwards, that's all they were destined for, taking a good hard fucking or a load of gooey fuck in one of their holes.

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continued AnonyMPC 15/05/21(Thu)22:56 No. 23597 ID: a609fb

I know, that makes me sound like an awful mother, letting my boyfriends do what they want with her, but, again, it's not like she was this delicate, innocent child who'd never even heard of sex. Hailey'd been around the block, even before she her age was in double digits, already molester-nip, with a few regular molesters that she never discouraged. Some of her teachers, for instance, she'd tell me that they came on to her. I guess it's no surprise a profession like teaching would also attract pedophiles, and I had to be the one to point out that, and how she should be glad he picked her out of all the girls to be focused on. It probably was those pouty lips back then, before she had breasts. I told her that it was her choice, she could either tell and get the cool teacher who liked her removed and maybe get some horrible witch to replace him, or she could keep quiet, play the game, let them obsess over her, swallow a little cum, and maybe get her slacking grades up in the process. Her grades did go up, and I rarely had to pack a lunch for her. It's not like the taste of cum bothered her, she's been drinking it for her uncle Marty since she was eight.

That one did freak me out some, when that started, and she just about told the world what was happening, and that was when he was just fondling her. See, my little brother is special needs. He's about average, maybe just below average, intelligence, but not so much that you'd notice, and he's got hyperactivity, but his real problem is a latex allergy and a pathological fear of masturbating. If he gets horny too long, sometimes he acts out. He was always grabbing my tits when he was young, and when my daughter was around, well, it certainly didn't help that she liked running around in nothing but panties, because he'd stick his hands in for warmth. Hailey wasn't bothered by what he was doing, hell, she liked it, but she did have a big mouth and was talking about how Uncle Marty was always playing the tickle game with her while my parents and a few friends were over for a dinner party. I knew what that meant, because I know Marty, but luckily nobody else did, or if they did they kept quiet, and I made an excuse to send Hailey to her room before she elaborated, and then later asked her myself, just to be sure, and sure enough, she told me every dirty detail. I had to tell her the golden rule, that there was secret stuff and public stuff, and you don't tell secret stuff when it's about family, even with other family, because it can destroy the family forever. Of course, in defining what 'secret stuff' was, I had to have much more of a sex talk than I was expecting with an eight-year-old girl, and about Marty's problem, at a level a girl her age could understand.

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conclusion AnonyMPC 15/05/21(Thu)23:01 No. 23598 ID: a609fb

Still, all of that was relatively tame stuff, the kind of light, safe, molesting any pretty little girl might encounter alone with an older guy with too high a sex drive. The stories told by the Muckraker were on a whole other level, and that level of perversion just didn't seem to fit with my little girl. I mean, some of the things he reported witnessing "Baby" do beggared belief. I had good reasons for not believing many of them. Sucking off a pony? Where would they even go for that? Dogs, maybe, but Hailey's always been anxious around them. Bukkake parties in a backroom at a comic convention? Whenever Marty and his roommate took her to one of those, she was always so obsessive about her costume that I couldn't imagine her risking dirtying it up with anything sexual. Gangbang on the beach? She always complained about getting sand in her ass when we went to the beach, so it was hard to believe she'd have sex there. Being in the middle of a bisexual threesome? That was hard to imagine, and I'd tried... I'd also tried walking around in a loose robe and no underwear just to see if Hailey showed any interest in girls, and she didn't even bat an eye. Letting guys pee in her mouth? She complained whenever there was a little dribble of pee on the toilet seat!

Not to mention of course the biggest issue, the obsessive denial when questioned about it or presented with evidence, the reputed ability to pass a lie detector. I had a hard time believing that could be done, at least not without conditioning that bordered on brainwashing. And the more significant problem there is... who has the time? I don't believe in instant hypnosis, and while you can probably brainwash somebody into anything, given enough time, there just didn't seem to be any guy around for long enough to do that sort of thing. Her life's too full of typical kid stuff... school, visits with the grandparents, sleepovers at friends houses, babysitting, girl scouts, one-on-one bonding trips with whatever guy I'm seeing, and so on. Aside from that, she's with me all the time, or when I'm not there, Chloe. Other than her or my brother, who she spends occasional weekends with, nobody else has the long stretches of uninterrupted time to do the kind of extended reprogramming I imagined would be necessary, and I really don't think either of them would. I trust Chloe, and my little brother... well, he may be a pervert, but he's not that smart or patient. Besides, what would he even need to brainwash her for? Like I said, she already lets him nut off in any of her holes, which is more than most girls her age will do for their uncle. When I was her age, I would only use my hands on mine! I wouldn't even taste it. At that age I was still in my "anything from a boy's body is icky" phase.

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Anonymous 15/05/26(Tue)19:17 No. 23607 ID: 9353bd

It's sooo good to see AnonyMPC back! And another great read as usual.

The Laws of Hospitality Mg, gg, or so it would seem... 12/10/26(Fri)20:17 No. 17526 ID: 5e7fa1 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Another Saturday, and my 'guest' was still playing her strange game. Wherever I went, she followed, gaze unwavering. It was a predator's stare, so out of place on that little wisp of a girl, but I was used to it by now, and I barely noticed anymore. It's amazing what you can get used to, given enough time. It had been more than a month since she'd levered herself into my home and life, and she had yet to speak a single word. Having seen what I had, I was inclined to let her keep her silence. Living without conversation was no great burden for me, so I'd eventually managed to regain some sense of normalcy. I gave each task my full attention, pouring my focus into every action. I made a ritual of yet another mundane task as I made us both eggs and french toast, as we ate in silence, as I cleaned up after. I didn't notice at all how my shirt's too-big collar slipped, careless, down one slender, pale shoulder. I didn't watch as she licked daintily at a spot of syrup on her delicate finger, her eyes never leaving me as she slid it between her lips. I pointedly avoided noticing the way a lock of her hair, dark and straight and silky smooth, only slightly mussed despite the night's sleep, fell across her cheek in a way the begged my fingers to brush it back behind her ear. I was so busy not noticing that I damn near missed my mouth with my next bite, and the laughter danced behind those deep dark eyes, so deep you could drown in them, so dark they might as well be black.

I finished quickly, then stood, taking my plate. I could do just as good a job not noticing at the sink as anywhere. I didn't take her plate for the same reason one does not take an antelope from a feeding lion. She'd leave it when she chose, syrup and powdered sugar scattered like blood and offal, but I'd deal with that when the time came.

I spent the morning in the studio, along with my exra shadow. I'd packed up everything but the old Bride of Frankenstein to ship out on Monday. To tell the truth, I didn't really have anything left to do, but it was a grand old poster, and I enjoyed looking at it. Ray had sent it to me faded, folded, and dog-eared, but it had still been a beautiful poster for all that. God knows where he'd found it, but that was his business. I just made her pretty again. She'd fetch $200,000 at the very least, if I didn't miss my guess. The way the market had picked up lately, and with Ray running the auction I wouldn't be surprised at all if she went for double that. I spent an hour or two making a few final touches, but I was mostly running on force of habit. It had been done for a few days now, I just liked looking at it.

On the way out, I passed an empty canvas. That was for my own work. I hadn't done a project of my own in months now. I kept meaning to, but it never seemed like the right time. None of my originals ha Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Non-Anonymous 15/05/15(Fri)08:01 No. 23565 ID: b3e330

even if you're not 1000% satisfied with what you have written for the next installment of this, we'll gladly take it.

Uninvited 15/05/15(Fri)20:33 No. 23568 ID: 87ea0e

I've had the two worst weeks at my dayjob that I've had in the whole time I've been there, so I haven't even been doing my main writing recently, but things are looking up, and I'm working on it this weekend.

Non-Anonymous 15/05/26(Tue)06:18 No. 23604 ID: b3e330

so long as you draw breath, things can get better. whenever you're ready to share what you've got, we'll be here.

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