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There's a new /777/ up, it's /selfhelp/ - You're Pathetic, We're Pathetic, We Can Do This! Check it out. Suggest new /777/s here.

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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 15/03/13(Fri)09:44 No. 23368 ID: f5b1c2

It's the fact they were split up in the first place that makes me think it's a different author. There was all that buildup with the little sister, then ONE handjob. That's it.

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.

It's the End of the World as We Know It Phoenix 14/10/29(Wed)17:58 No. 22649 ID: 653aef [Reply]

So I've been meaning to write a story for this board for a while. A couple half-hearted attempts later, I've finished the first chapter! Woo.

I don't know what tags to mark this as, especially since I don't know what any of the tags mean. If you don't like stories with underaged girls, don't read this. If you don't like stories with a super long build up, don't read this.

Let me know what you think, I want feedback because I've never shown anyone my erotic literature before and I don't know if it's even any good. Also, if you have a suggestion I don't mind hearing it, I think I have a general idea of where I want this story to go but I'm not really sure.

Enough fucking around. Chapter 1, go.

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"Dad! Look out!" "Oh hell, Matthew! The door is giving way!!!" "My arm, my fucking arm! Oh my g—"

He woke in a sweat. It was bad enough when he was awake, but now their deaths haunted his scant sleeping hours. His brother, his wife, his son...
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Anonymous 15/03/28(Sat)14:19 No. 23422 ID: fdbf24


I know you asked the music question some months back, but I was just going through the post to see if there was an update and it struck me that Evanescence and their first album 'Fallen' may be a good match, certainly in mood.

Btw, I love the latest update and I'm delighted that you've been inspired again

Phoenix!!xlZGywLzWw 15/03/28(Sat)22:32 No. 23423 ID: d29e9b

Woo! Enjoy 0104.

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Matt's wristwatch began vibrating silently at 4:45. Matt woke from his shallow sleep, looking out the window. The sun was setting, if it wasn't already twilight. Sooner than later the undead would enter their dormant phase and it would be safe for Matt and Emma to travel the streets. *Well, relatively safe,* Matt thought, *there are still real people out there...*

Rising slowly from the bed, Matt slipped his boots on and laced them up. He retrieved his assault rifle and made his way back to the master bedroom, peering out the window once again. Just as he had feared, a small crowd of the creatures had formed. He counted seven figures and, while he watched, he saw one already hunker down into a crouching position. *Good, shouldn't be long now.*

He stood slowly and slung the rifle over his shoulder. Silently he stole down the hall, and ended up standing awkwardly outside of the girl's room. He tapped on it lightly a few times, but there was no response. He pushed the door open—it wasn't latched—and softly called out, "Emma?" The bright blue-green walls caught the last of the light from the sun, illuminating the young girl's sleeping face. Her auburn hair seemed to shine as it tumbled across her shoulders, and her expression was serene and peaceful.

The Marine lost track of time, so entranced was he with the sight. When he finally snapped back to reality, it was much darker than when he entered. The man walked softly across the room, or as softly as he could with his thick-soled boots, and touched her on the shoulder. Once more he whispered, "Emma?"

Her eyes fluttered open, a confused expression passing over her face for a moment before giving way to a pained one as the memories of the last 12 hours came rushing back to her. Not eager to face a crying girl again, Matt spoke up quickly. "Emma, i-it's just about time to go. Are you ready?" Emma flung the covers off, fully dressed underneath, and lazily sat up in her bed. "I'm going to get my bag and check to see if the coast is clear. Come downstairs when you're ready... but don't take too much time, okay?"

She nodded, one fist already rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, so Matt retrieved his rucksack and went down the stairs. Through the picture window Matt could see the small pack of undead seemed completely dormant. But looks could be deceiving. Even in twilight the monsters might still be awake. Unbidden, scenes from the first day of the apocalypse returned to Matt's head...
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Anonymous 15/03/29(Sun)12:59 No. 23427 ID: 03db1e

I need moar.

Housecat - Ageplay, Futa, Incest, and more! Anonymous 14/06/03(Tue)12:26 No. 21875 ID: 47e7b4 [Reply]

Mother was different, I guess.

From what they told me, my mother and my father were madly in love. They travelled the world together, like some cheese romance movie that you feel like you paid too much to see. Up late, always together, they were inseparable. My father had made quite a lot of money in his profession, and we were very well off. They loved me unconditionally, and I felt there was no better childhood to have. Christmas was beautiful. Summer was vacation. Birthdays were christening events.

When father died, my mother became Sadie. She didn't have to work, we had enough in savings to send ten children to college in thirty years inflation, but it was only her and I. It made me feel out of place, no longer were there interesting meals and a neat, varying lifestyle. My mother just sat around the house, laying on the couch or sitting at the dinner table for hours on end. She wasn't blank, but she didn't care anymore. When we caught eyes, she looked at me like a burden, or a reminder of things she had lost. I was 10 at the time, but now I'm 15.

"Sophie," Sadie called to me, turning her head but not actually looking at me, "don't forget to pick up milk on your way home from school." She looked like the shell of a woman that I had known before. Her hair was still a bushy curl of long brown crescents, and her figure was still the deep envy of neighboring women, but she sat on our long couch with no soul or composure. Her arm hung off and she turned her head back into staring at the ceiling, the daylight burning the curtains and the furniture. I went to school 6 miles away, but from this point I was plenty used to walking in the Californian sun. I didn't really remember what father looked like if it weren't for the pictures that hung on the walls and the mantle, and I looked at one on my way out. We all looked so happy. I turned my head back to Sadie, who had resumed the blank stare at the ceiling. Shutting the door with a little more force than usual, I began the blister blossom walk.

People liked me, I guess. Everyone I knew at school was very nice to me, but I couldn't let them under the armor. Nobody could really get what was wrong. All of my classmates wouldn't understand what my life was like, it was best to just let them get back to listening to their pop music and wearing their pattern pocket shirts. The school day just rose and fell like the sun around the building, and before I knew it, the day was over. All I could think about was how much a damn skateboard would cost as I began to roll my heels in my converse, which weren't exactly the holy grail of foot support. The sun had started coloring the horizon as I opened the door of my home, at the top of a vista hill, and shut the door behind me.

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Anonymous 15/03/17(Tue)08:03 No. 23385 ID: cb0683

This isn't dead, is it? I need more.

Anonymous 15/03/29(Sun)09:45 No. 23425 ID: dcec89


I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.

I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.

Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.

Only I will remain.

The point between being asleep and being awake is something you only really feel every once and a while. An alarm gone off too early, right in the middle of a dream. A sound in the night waking you with instant awareness. Some days you wake up, clear as day, and don't realize twelve hours have passed you by. It is, for all intents and purposes, a stasis.
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Anonymous 15/03/29(Sun)09:46 No. 23426 ID: dcec89

My ID seemed to have changed, but I don't think anyone wants to pretend to have to write this business.

Not dead. Just doing it on my own time.

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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FutaFempregger 15/03/27(Fri)23:54 No. 23419 ID: d653e8

For those of you who are waiting on the story, I haven't forgotten you! I had a family emergency to deal with. I will post again within the next day or two.

Anonymous 15/03/28(Sat)10:20 No. 23421 ID: 279d4e

Very cool, looking forward to it. And a quick note, these updates are very appreciated, especially for a story as new as this one. Lets us know you haven't forgotten about us like you said.

FutaFempregger 15/03/29(Sun)04:03 No. 23424 ID: d653e8


What happened was my cat began puking blood everywhere, and when we took it to the vet we found out it was having renal problems that required surgery to fix. She's recovering now though.

Device Brothers - Chapter 1 - The Ottoman wondash!v4DxM5avR6 14/04/10(Thu)04:54 No. 21522 ID: fc5e42 [Reply]

Chapter 1 – The Ottoman

Tina and I were walking back from the beach. It was a very warm day even for late August. Summer vacation was nearing an end. I was wearing my favorite bikini, string top and bottoms. Tina’s had put on a tee and wrap over her bikini. She was always more reserved than I, even though she was gorgeous. We rounded the corner and made a left down the alley, a short-cut to our beach house. A few cars were parked, one of them a Corvette which we both admired. Ahead of the Vette was a panel van. As we passed, the side door and passenger doors opened together. My brain tried to register what happened next, but it was all so fast. Tina screamed and was quickly muffled. I felt a rag across my face, became very dizzy, then all went black.

My head hurt. I opened my eyes and tried to focus. The room was empty save for a chair, small side table, and the bed I as on. There was one door and no windows. I tried to sit up and realized that I couldn’t. Straps crossed my body and legs. And what was in my mouth, a ball, a gag! “Ahhhmmmmfffffff”. I tried to scream but only made a muffled sound. Tears welled in my eyes. Oh god, where was I? Where was Tina? What’s happening? I closed my eyes and tried to relax. The door opened. A man walked in. He was wearing a white lab coat and hospital scrubs. Maybe this was a hospital. But why was I restrained and gagged. He carried a silver tray which he set on the table. I could see a syringe. Immediately I started to struggle “Nnnnnnnnnn.” He approached my side and steadied my arm. “No need to worry” he said, and I felt the sting of the needle. “You’ll start to feel a bit light headed. Don’t worry. I’ll be back as soon as I tend to your friend.”

I didn’t fall asleep, but my mind was not clear. I tried to focus. What did I need to do? Something should be done, something was wrong, but what? Things didn’t seem so bad all of a sudden. I was relaxed. Some time later, the door opened and the man returned. As he approached, I noticed the bulge at his waist. Did he have an erection? For some reason, this did not concern me. At my side, he held each of my eyelids open and shined a small light in my eyes. “Good” he mumbled to himself. “Jenny, I’m going to remove your gag now.” It felt good to close my mouth. “Wwwear am I? how do you know my name?” “You’re safe here. I have some questions to ask. I know you’ll tell me the truth. I’ve already spoken with Tina. He began to ask questions, and for some reason, I just answered. He asked about my family and where I lived. He asked how old I was. He asked about my relationship with Tina (she was my best friend). Then the topic changed. “Jenny, are you a virgin?” I was. Tina and I had spoken of this together. We would wait for the right time and place. So far, that had not happened. I began to shake, but still, I felt obliged to answer. “Yes.” The very personal questions co Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Chapter 7 - Part 6 wondash!v4DxM5avR6 15/03/26(Thu)04:08 No. 23415 ID: cc2815


My head hurt. My arms hurt. My backside hurt. I tried to open my eyes but felt nauseous. Was I in bed? It was bumpy, like I was moving? I tried to open my mouth to lick my dry lips but they wouldn’t open. My arms were in a weird position. Everything seemed wrong. I felt warm skin to my right and cold metal to my left. Had to open my eyes, move my arms, or my legs. A groaning sound to my right. Was that Connor? Try to relax Zoe, I told myself. Then I remembered the man in the house. Oh god, oh no. My head began to clear and I opened my eyes. My arms were tied over my head, my ankles tied also. There was tape over my mouth. I was still wearing the nightshirt I had borrowed from Ethan’s sister Val. It was short and had ridden up so that my panties were visible. I was suddenly conscience of just how vulnerable I was. This must be a nightmare. Wake up Zoe!

Again I heard Connor moan. The room was very small and dimly lit. The warmth to my right was Grace. She was still sleeping, still wearing the Pink Floyd nightshirt. Her breasts raised and lowered. To her right was Ethan, just wearing boxers. And on his right, the opposite end, was my boyfriend, wearing just his jeans. Connor struggled, trying to kick his feet free. “Suddenly a voice boomed into the space. “Listen, you’re probably waking up back there. Please don’t struggle or try to escape. You’ll just hurt yourselves. I’ll be back there shortly to make your ride more comfortable.” And then silence. Reality began to sink in. We had been kidnapped. But why, why us? Stay calm. I looked around. There wasn’t much to see. On the wall to my right, near Connor, was a large flat screen TV mounted almost at ground level, very strange. Above it were some storage cabinets. On the opposite side of the room up against the wall were some sort of contraptions. They were a few feet tall and made of shiny metal bars. I couldn’t make sense of what they might be used for. There were three of them.

The room bounced hard and we all yelped from our gags. That’s when it dawned on me, we were in a truck! By now Ethan had woken and Grace was just starting to stir. The voice, the man, had come on the speaker and repeated the same message. When Grace awoke enough to understand her… our… situation, she began to panic. I tried to calm her as best I could. “Grace, don’t thrash, you’ll only hurt your hands and feet. We’re going to be ok. We’re together. We have each other.” I don’t think she could understand my muffled voice. Tears streamed down her face. Ethan also tried to console. But what could we really do? We were all totally helpless. For a time we all remained silent. I tried to make sense of what had happened. Maybe whoever broke in had intended to just rob the house and didn’t expect anyone to be there. Then why take the four of us? For ransom maybe? I recalled the moment when I saw his face. He had shot me with a dart. Why would h Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Anonymous 15/03/27(Fri)12:12 No. 23417 ID: a71d39

More please!

Chapter 7 - Part 7 wondash!v4DxM5avR6 15/03/28(Sat)00:45 No. 23420 ID: cc2815

“Are you ok?” Grace whispered. “Yes, I’m ok.” “Thank you, thank you.” Tears were welling in her eyes. The chain over my head was loosened and I was able to lower my arms. He didn’t undo my feet. “Zoe, slide forward and bring you knees up.” He helped me. Now my knees were bent and my head on the floor with my arms still chained to the wall. My nightshirt bunched up, exposing my stomach and black lace panties. I had picked them out to wear because I was pretty sure Connor and I would hook up last night. That never happened and now both Ethan and a strange man were staring at my barely covered vagina. I blushed. He opened another cabinet and pulled out a pillow. “Lift your head.” The pillow was placed under my head forcing me to look forward over my body. The bastard wanted me to watch. He had already removed another large blue packet and placed it on the table. But now he had a silver bar about two feet long with black straps at either end. He kneeled down in front of me.

“W-what’s that for?” The man began to attach the straps round my left leg above the knee. “Spread your legs.” “No NO!” I tried to resist but he pushed my knees apart with ease and secured the bar between. With my feet still chained to the floor and my feet now sole to sole, the muscles in my legs strained at being held so wide open. I had never felt so unprotected in my life. “Please sir, you don’t need to do this. I won’t go to the bathroom, I promise.” “You’re doing fine Zoe.” Using a pair of scissors, he slipped the blade under the waist of my panties. “You won’t be needing these.” Snip. The black lace material snapped back and my pubic hair became visible. Snip. “Ethan, please don’t watch.” Ethan tried to look down. The man pulled my now useless panties out from under my ass. Cool air caressed the folds of my pussy lips. “Wow, a true red-head.” he said. “Never seen one before, at least not so young. Are you a virgin Zoe?” Grace began shaking at this question. She was a virgin, I knew she was. I was not. “You’re going to rape me, aren’t you?”

“Much as I’d like to fuck that tight cunt of yours, I cannot. You are to be delivered… let’s say… undamaged. But that doesn’t mean we can’t have any fun.” He had removed the rubber gloves and was holding a tube of something. “I’m sure the Xanax and Coke have you feeling very mellow, but I think we can relax you even more. This is K-Y.” “no, no, no, no, no.” I just kept repeating. His fingers touched me, spreading the lubricant between the crease of my labia. “I have to find your urinary meatus, your pee hole. It’s above your cunt and below your clit.” Using one, and then two fingers, he began exploring the most private part of my body. I closed my eyes. The fingers slid to the sides, tracing the edges of my mons. Then back into the flesh of my wide open pussy. They passed down, over the entrance to my va Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Fucking Appendix(now with editing) Soli 14/08/07(Thu)06:52 No. 22201 ID: cd8c01 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

Hey guys. Soli again. At least a couple people seemed interested in the rough draft for the first chapter of Fucking Appendix I posted yesterday. So as promised, here is the edited first chapter, along with the second. If you like it, let me know. If its a piece of shit, let me know that too. Either way, be sure to check back often, as I will likely be updating frequently with new chapters. Once again, I give you Fucking Appendix. Hope you enjoy.
I read the words on the screen again, sure I must be misreading them. They couldn't say what I thought they did, and yet there they were.

"Do as I say, or Eve dies."


I guess it really started the day my little sister, Eve, came down with appendicitis. Even though she was three years younger, fourteen to my seventeen, we were always close, possibly owing to the fact we were both enrolled in an online form of homeschooling. That meant that for most of our lives, we were each other's only constant contact, and I always thought of her as a friend as well as a sister.

She took after our mom in that she was a petite, freckly ginger, tiny all over except for the ass and b cup breasts she had recently developed, and was maybe a bit overly proud of. It was often a topic around the house when she insisted on walking around in just her bra and panties, and I often had to politely suggest she get dressed, to which she would usually just roll her eyes, and maybe put on an overly small pair of shorts.

Though she was never exactly bubbly, she was always generally cheerful, and rarely complained about anything. That's why, when I came into the living room one summer afternoon and found her curled up on the couch looking less than happy, I decided to try and cheer her up. "What's wrong sis, got the red tide blues?" I teased as I plopped down beside her and gave her a playful nudge in the side.

I expected a playful smack, or maybe for her to help a throw pillow to live up to its name. What I got instead, was a yelp of pain from Eve, as she squeezed into a tighter ball and tears began to stream down her cheeks.

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soli 15/03/18(Wed)22:34 No. 23392 ID: d1e861

I was using some shitty app that I don't remember then name of, then after my phone was restored I switched to jotterpad x. Now that I have a windows phone, all I can seem to find is the office suite that came on the phone, which is a pain in the ass because I have to scroll all the way down manually, and when I loaded my story from a txt file, its got all these stupid symbols in it

soli 15/03/18(Wed)22:34 No. 23393 ID: d1e861

I was using some shitty app that I don't remember then name of, then after my phone was restored I switched to jotterpad x. Now that I have a windows phone, all I can seem to find is the office suite that came on the phone, which is a pain in the ass because I have to scroll all the way down manually, and when I loaded my story from a txt file, its got all these stupid symbols in it

Anonymous 15/03/27(Fri)22:52 No. 23418 ID: a96dbd

Still waiting for next chapter.
Keep it up OP, don't leave us !

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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Anonymous 14/07/24(Thu)18:14 No. 22117 ID: e92a60

OP, pls.

This is one of the best fucking threads on the board, abs I've always had a soft spot for Irish stories. The Leanansidhe in this one is fucking incredible; literally mai waifu.

Even if it's just the outline, please come back, OP.

Anonymous 14/10/31(Fri)08:02 No. 22669 ID: ad4858

Agree would be happy with outline

Anonymous 15/03/25(Wed)18:30 No. 23414 ID: 93e7d1

What happens next?!

The Gemstone Harem: Beginnings IE 13/07/17(Wed)19:12 No. 19395 ID: d3390e [Reply]

i used to RP this scenario. as i've had the urge to compose lately, i figured it's worth creating a backstory for it. i guess tags are courteous, even though there isn't much in the way of eroticism at this point; perhaps my second post will dive deep into that.

Scene: Arabian
Labels: sensuality, realism, loose plot, 3rd person
Kinks: loli/ shota, hetero/ homo, virginity, top/ bottom roles, domination, mild rape, commands, 1 on 1, multiple partners, voyeurism, toys.

~In ancient times, before nations divided the lands, when people were fit to travel endlessly and never call a single place home, the sanded slopes of Northern Africa saw much of this traffic. Nomads hiked east towards the lush Nile, westward to the Atlantic coast; sailors shipwrecked from Mediterranean storms found a scorching environment as their inevitable burial ground. But to those accustomed to the desert's particularly way of life, there were many secrets to be found, treasures to behold, and fortunes to be changed.
~Every so often, the harshest sandstorms would carve through valleys to unearth the rocky terrain beneath. It is in these places the first wells were dug; and where springs were founded campgrounds were settled soonafter. Passers-by would stop for refreshment, which was not free by any means. An economy was built around the most valuable natural resource, and soon merchants from all around flocked to these oases. For, travelers came from many exotic places, trading whatever they could part with for cool groundwater. Such business would eventually attract thieves, and the luckiest victims of crimes would sell themselves into slavery simply to survive.
~Like clockwork, each new settlement would follow the same path, 'til slave-trading became a business of its own. Caravans moved animals, men, spices, lumber, and cloth from one oasis to the next, collecting and trading to the greatest benefit of each head merchant. The most profitable of these men were well-versed in the ways of desert life, enough to ensure the health of all valuable members of his party, to be able to thwart theft and defend against marauders, and to effectively swindle other merchants out of their best offers.

~Legend tells of one such caravan-driver whose wealth attracted the attention of truly despicable men, a fearful clan of mercenaries led with the intention of utter destruction and pillage. The markets were cornered, business was in the favor of the highest bidder, and as the caravan entered a bustling town the time was ripe to bring an end to that top-merchant's reign. A powerful desert storm was building in the west, and with sandstone cliffs to the south and steep dunes to the east and north, the marauders began their march towards the caravan's final resting place.
~But the Merchant was wise, or else deftly mad. At the tip of a village scout, the caravan packed quickly and moved o Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Green with Envy IE!Fn5Xsal0nQ 14/06/27(Fri)23:41 No. 21992 ID: 4ed8c3


Labels: teaser, plot building

~Jahi had long since moved the caravan out, and the oasis was now but a glimmer upon the horizon. He considered that they had made good progress in the heat of the day, due perhaps to his decision to travel so lightly. He had brought with him three of his camels, no other beasts. Not even an oxcart was among his burden, for the purpose of this outing was to find slaves, not to sell potions. Though some lesser wares had been packed away in the saddlebags, the majority of his assets were measured in coin.
~'Twas a business angle his Partner had never trusted, to deal solely in currency. Its value was too versatile, and it attracted too many thieving eyes. Bartering cargo had proven itself a much safer transaction, but as much as his heed for the Mistress's advice, it was just that: an opinion. The caravan's troop was prepared to defend it, whatever the adversary; but if Jahi's masterful plan were to unfold smoothly, then they would find only allies on their journey.

~Servants worked furiously within The Room of Preparation, running fabric and taking measurements from Peridot who stood solemn and still as a mannequin for them, and they stitched and sewed according to the unique specifications that their Lady had requested. By an hour's time, the four had settled its form and began tempering the material into comfortable wear, hemming in the cuffs of ankles and softening the waistband's trim. An hour more and the Mistress ascended from her dungeon duties to judge the progress of the garb.
~Peridot modeled the fine leggings and the company of seamstresses looked on with nods of delight as they inspected both their craftsmanship and the approval of their headmistress. "Very good, as usual, ladies," she told them, admiring the work that time and time again brought her ideas to life. She was especially glad of how well the trousers held themselves together, as they were lacking an obvious element of support; yet no doubt this sort of wardrobe for the girl would dictate the extent of her abilities, the only purpose she would serve at all. Indeed, she envisioned similar outerwear for Emerald, as neither had the figure for dancing. One of the servants strode to the table's edge where the hourglass stood and reset its cascade of sand, marking a mental note for all that the eleventh hour was now upon them.
~The Mistress brought her eyes upon the girl's round face and uttered a few words to her. "Your final hour has come, my dear, and there is still much to be done. Undress," she commanded, then turned to one of the servants. "Prepare a vat of mint for this one, and be quick about it. Prime it to soak a quarter hour. We need Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Stars Upon the Night IE!Fn5Xsal0nQ 15/03/11(Wed)21:36 No. 23365 ID: 4ed8c3


Kinks: masturbation, rape, eroticism, emasculation, death

~The twilight still glowed overhead as Ma'mun sat huddled over the flame. He did not feel remorse for what went on within the cave, nor could he sense jealousy for his brothers' places. Yes, the Innkeeper had threatened his life, but he was quick to forget that given the circumstance. It was simply not his desire to be among the rest of them. If hunger moved him, he would eat, and if he did not like the food, he would abstain. He was not some dog to be commanded to act when it did not suit his mood. What did he owe to that woman? Certainly neither respect nor duty.
~Curious, it was, that she sought to buy his abilities, to bring them under her reins, so to speak. As he stared into the flames which began to dance as they met the cooling night air, the man dared to question her motives. Before his friends, she had banished him from the business. He had enjoyed himself while it lasted, and he'd certainly preferred Aquamarine's features to any of the others, though she might have been too childlike to truly arouse him. Her frame, at least, seemed fragile; he was amazed that she had handled two men simultaneously, but if he were ever trusted to have her to himself, she would surely break.
~The boy had proven a fair substitute to Aqua's now bound status, and though his body was smaller and features softer than the girl's, he seemed to prefer rougher treatment of what he had to offer. And it is this which truly appealed to Ma'mun, the attitude of willing submissiveness which drew his attention and inflamed his lust. And then this taller girl, much older, had height and figure which could possibly satisfy his groping hands, but her complexion was wretched--according to him--and it was something he could not easily set aside. Much worse, he found that she feigned interest in her purpose. It was a joke to her, and so she became the joke. He would gladly break her in if she had resisted, had denied him the pleasure. Oh, how that would cause his loins to burn, if he were instead given that chance.
~But the Mistress had offered another to him, as though she knew precisely what he sought. Perhaps that was her reasoning, such thoughts came to his mind, and I simply played into it. Was he a fool for it? She didn't need him to lead her guard; indeed, how could she even trust him? She'd shown that she couldn't. What she needed was a trainer for Jet, and Jahi had already relinquished the task. The offer wasn't payment for receiving his duty: It was backward. His duty was to train, to break and rough up 'til either body or mind became pliable to command. And channeling his anger to become one of her guards? A waste of potential. If he were to deal any damage to the strong will of the Amazon, he would Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Peculiar Pussy IE!Fn5Xsal0nQ 15/03/25(Wed)16:45 No. 23412 ID: 4ed8c3


Labels: continuity
Kinks: gangbang, gore, mild combat

~As the night drew to a close, each of the children in the dungeon were given their rest, chained to a different section of the space to keep them separate from the others. Diamond's suspended weight slunk now fully supported by the shackles upon her wrists, a half-sleep passing over her amid ever-present hallucinations and unfulfilled desires. Over the day's course, her copper-skinned front had steadily become coated with a shimmer of slime as beads of drool piling upon her chin progressed as tiny glaciers down the gentle slope meeting her neck, gathered and overtook each other as streams formed, rolled over her clavicle and pooled a moment with stronger force before parting again 'round faint hairs that guided their paths over the soft rises of her sprouting bosom. The spillage sprawled and widened as a delta upon her abdomen, with some trails flattening into her skin while others would continue to pour downward, slip through the young thicket priming her crotch, and meld with the more fluid secretions flushing from her silken folds. These drenched her inner thighs with a sweet scent that quickly grew sour yet constantly pressed out of her in renewing waves, the orifice of their production retracting its petals as a receptive flower, her pink depths swollen in unquenched agony as they awaited any willing penetration.
~Sapphire was not easily pried away from the girl's presence, despite the unusual smear of liquids trailing down her legs. He had apparently grown attached to her from the moment she joined their party; perhaps it was the flowing robe she once wore. Yet even though she no longer wore that dress--indeed, none of them were allowed the decency to wear clothes in this dim, sweat-stained cellar which thus far reeked of more pungent odors--they had each found pleasant company in the other's presence, though Diamond's mind might have desired that he was taller than he truly was, and perhaps more curious in regards to her body. His tears did not affect their Mistress when she was forced to separate the two, but once he'd been assured of his predicament, his untested body curled up and drifted to a peaceful sleep.
~Emerald had returned to their company with a balm upon his backside, and though sitting caused him visible discomfort, he found the willpower to rest his legs for the night. The ring upon his boyhood had long been removed, his Mistress sure no harm would be dealt. She had yet to decipher his particular appetite, but it was perhaps turning out that he had none, by which she was prepared to cast one for him. Curbing his pleasure was a simple task, but she'd needed to build in him a sense of enjoyment for his work. No doubt he had liked the sensation that filling a hole produced, and had as equally loath Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Roommates (loli) Anonymous 12/10/06(Sat)11:32 No. 17319 ID: 5c8966 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

It all started when I was 19, in my first semester at college. I'd moved away from home and into my first apartment, and got my first roommate as well. He was a year younger than me, but unlike me he hadn't spent a year after graduating highschool saving up his money for tuition and rent. His parents died in an avalanche at a ski resort, and between their considerable savings and the payout from the life insurance, he could afford college and not have to work for years. I hadn't known it when I met him at orientation and we decided to share an apartment, but he also had custody of his 11 year old sister.

The apartment was big, and nicer than I could have ever afforded on my own, so all three of us had separate bedrooms (hers was supposed to be a laundry room or something originally.). I also discovered my roommate was a bit of a dick who neglected his little sister.

I don't think it was intentional, more a result of losing his parents and having to adjust his plans for the future to revolve around caring for his sibling, and he probably wasn't ready for that sort of responsibility. But unless he needed to give her a ride or buy her something she needed, he basically didn't interact with her. He also barely did anything with me; maybe once a week he'd play video games with me, but he spent nearly all his time in class or shut in his room studying.

His little sister was cute, with her blue eyes, freckles, and short, light brown hair, but obviously way too young for me. She didn't play with dolls or anything, so I guess she was mature for her age, but she also spent all her time shut in her room when she wasn't at school. And I don't think she had any friends at her new school either.

After a month or so with my new roommates, we'd settled into a routine. If they weren't exactly friendly, they weren't bad either; quiet, clean, and they were the only way I could afford a really nice apartment just a block from campus.

I wish I'd known then what I know now. It'd have saved me a lot of grief.

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Anonymous 15/03/19(Thu)12:05 No. 23397 ID: f5b1c2

Just write your own story.

Anonymous 15/03/20(Fri)01:46 No. 23399 ID: 770442

I'm just sayin, the last post that had any story to it, however small, was 7 months ago... jus sayin.

Anonymous 15/03/25(Wed)16:20 No. 23411 ID: 65eb83

just keep the faith! keep ur boner raging for moar story with cute lolis op will deliver, my boner knows it!

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