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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.

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Anonymous 19/04/05(Fri)18:30 No. 26039 ID: 9a5483

I just know there's reportedly a lot of mother/son incest in his Lazarus Long series.

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.

Roommates Continued OP!T1tXaJv9os 19/02/21(Thu)03:12 No. 25977 ID: b49468 [Reply]

Since the old thread finally hit the bump limit, I'm posting the entire story so far in a new thread, minus the comments, so that I can continue to work on the story.


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 19/04/15(Mon)02:05 No. 26052 ID: 0a182b

I think you can't repost old threads. Archiving it is the best option.

Anonymous 19/04/19(Fri)00:26 No. 26057 ID: 0deb37

However it needs to happen, I just want to be able to read the end!

A Man No More Gamer 09/07/14(Tue)11:02 No. 265 ID: 5ab7b1 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]

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Hey guys, I know no one ever reads the opening up here, but this is the first time I've submitted anything to /elit/, so constructive criticism is welcome. I'll post the first two chapters tonight, and try to write them each day or two and have them posted for you guys. Thanks!

A Man No More
[TF, MF, MMF+, FF, slave, etc.]

Chapter 1: Man Up

“Come on, Sam, it’ll be fun, and you need to relax anyway!” My girlfriend was quite stubborn. More so than myself, which means I would end up losing this argument.
“Hun, it’s a salon,” I argued back. “It’s my eighteenth birthday, I don’t think spending it in some fruity salon is what I’ve been waiting years for.” That’s right, Clarissa, my girlfriend, was trying to drag me to some salon and spa for men. She had gone to a salon for her eighteenth birthday two weeks ago, and had it in her head that I would love it too. Obviously, I’m not quite as interested.
“Please, baby? I just want us both to feel perfect.”
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What Happened? Gamer 18/09/16(Sun)05:15 No. 25785 ID: 17d734

So, it's been over four and a half years since my last update. I know people really liked this story, so I'm sorry I've let you all down.

I've sat down and attempted to go on with the next chapter about half a dozen times on and off over the years. I may get about halfway through the chapter before I run out of steam or ideas. Typically re-reading what I had written left me cringing or unhappy, and it would go deleted while I brainstorm and attempt to write again.

I did have a direction and even an ending in mind. I've just had the hardest time getting there, and I've grown very unhappy with myself when it comes to my writing for this story. If you'd like, if any of you would like to continue the story, you may; alternatively, I can state how I wanted it to continue and end, for anyone that was interested.

Again, nearly half a decade too late, I'm incredibly sorry guys.

Anonymous 18/12/29(Sat)05:30 No. 25908 ID: a33a9a

Hey Gamer, first time poster here. I've been following this since the beginning. I appreciate you letting us know whats up. I for one would love to know what your vision was for the ending.

Pulling back the curtain Gamer 19/04/16(Tue)16:43 No. 26053 ID: f4f0f1

So a lot has changed in my life, but for anyone that still cared about this story, this is what I had planned:

Roxy would attack Sammy and hand deliver her to the other girls to torture to their hearts' content. After quite a bit of physical, emotional, and sexual abuse, Betty of all people would come in and make the save, ending her pacifist ways temporarily to help save Sammy and get her back to her room.

Betty would help Roxy and Sam make up, but things would never quite be the same between them. Meanwhile, we'd see Dr. West adjusting to his new life; while getting exponentially better treatment than anyone else that had gone through testing, Sammy would come to learn a little about his, or now her, home life; West had a wife that would now have to be alerted about his irreversible change, and their unborn child would never know their father.

Sammy starts to break down by this point. She'd have no one left in her life, become depressed, further lose her will to live. Finally, one night, someone breaks into her room and knocks her out. She wakes up in the trunk of a car, wrists tied behind her back, riding for some ways before feeling the car pull off the edge of the road. Dr. Chilton would open the trunk, yanking our protagonist out of the car and dragging her into the woods. He'd monologue about how she threatened to ruin everything he'd created and his chance of being immortalized, before dropping her to her knees. She'd hear the cock of a gun behind her and feel the barrel against the back of her head, and would plead for her life terrified before hearing a gun shot. (Definitely a chapter cliffhanger)

Sammy would realize as she screamed that she wasn't dead. She looked behind her to see Chilton dead, gunshot wound to the head, before looking over to see a man a fair distance away. He'd seen the whole thing, saving Sammy's life on his way back from a long day of hunting. Offering to go to the police with her, Sammy realized she likely didn't have any records, much less a past, and insisted they don't. The two would bury the doc out in the woods, before he'd offer to take her home. Having no idea what else to do, she played amnesia, claiming not to remember anything other than her name until she could think of something. He instead took her to his home to allow her to clean up and take care of her until she could remember anything.

This man (shit, let's call him Vince, I don't know if I ever came up with a name for him) covers her naked body with his jacket, and never appears to try to take advantage of her. He doesn't sneak a peek other than what he couldn't help but see while saving her, and turns his head away out of respect when he can. He seems genuinely interested in making sure she's ok over all else, offering her residence on his couch until she can remember where she li Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Monster Girl. The Clockwork Corpse!!L5LwZ1LmIz 13/01/02(Wed)07:01 No. 18001 ID: 7a73e9 [Reply] [Last 50 posts]

Look, no time to explain, but here.


Now this.


The first thing he became aware of was the sounds. Rhythmic, aquatic, the lapping and crashing of ocean waves. Such sounds, though as soothing and nostalgic as they were, were not the same sounds he was supposed to be hearing. Then came the pain. Sharp, stabbing, burning. Then came the light. The bright, blinding light. A sun. With a groan he tried to pick himself up, his whole body screaming out in protest as he forced himself to his hands and knees. Through clouded vision he stared at the sand beneath him, stained red and caked with blood. A small wave of salt water came to wash it away, only to spread it around, the white sands taking a pinkish hue. Willing more strength, he pushed himself up, and finally looked at his surroundings.

A long sandy beach stretched far in both directions, before him a thick green forest. Hissing in pain he looked to his side to see a gruesome wound, still bleeding and covered in sand and sea water. He looked behind him; nothing but a vast and endless ocean. Ever slowly, his mind began to clear, and though still groggy from the pain and unconsciousness, he began to remember. The ship. He was on the ship. He remembered that he was in his quarters catching up on his studies when he heard the alarm blaring over the ship’s intercom. Fear gripped him and he ran to his appointed station, ready either to brace for impact or be jettisoned in an escape pod to safety. The very last thing he remembered was the captain calling over the intercom, though he couldn’t remember what it was he was saying before everything when black and silent.

He once more looked around himself; scattered around where various metallic shards of what was most likely part of the ship, though he really couldn’t tell since nothing really struck him as familiar. But then he returned to the beach and the forest. The ship wasn’t even near any planetary object; in fact last he remembered the ship was in a ‘dead zone’; a large portion of space between planets where communication were limited and pirate attacks were common. Then again, a heavily armed military freighter wasn’t a prime target for pirates, so they couldn’t have been attacked. But, then, where was he? Is he, dead? This place was beautiful and he did thought he was in heaven, but then the pain in his side changed that thought. He can’t be in hell; where was all the fire, the screaming souls of the damned? Was he in the in-between? Limbo? He didn’t know, but nonetheless he couldn’t stay here.

Basic training kicked in, as he forced himself to his feet, ignoring the pain in his side, and stumbled for the tree line. He quickly became aware of his current wellbeing. A few cuts and bruises here and there, but aside Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Anonymous 16/05/07(Sat)19:39 No. 24254 ID: 81f838


Anonymous 16/05/08(Sun)06:43 No. 24255 ID: 62b1d7


Are you fucking kidding me? There hasn't been a new chapter in three years. Stop it.

Anonymous 19/04/17(Wed)18:10 No. 26054 ID: 953b39

well we're forever hopeful. 6yrs and still waiting

Breeding Partner odiscipline!!xlAmp4BJLj 19/04/13(Sat)01:26 No. 26048 ID: 3093c9 [Reply]

Time for some more of that low story/nothing but sex purple prose:


It is morning, time for me to be mated.

The cage is undone, and I am led to my "wife". A small, beech colored, Asian woman, Xhu, brought for me 2 and so years ago. When I enter, she scrambles on her knees to kiss me. It is an awkward kiss, both our hands tied behind our back, but it is loving enough, and master and mistress allow it for a time.

They separate us, and begin massaging our genitals to readiness. Me and my mate look lovingly at each other as we are fondled to excitement: though we are not married beyond breeding with each other, we do have a fondness for one another, for our bodies, and our service. We both realize that our bodies belong completely to Master and mistress, and it is an honor to copulate for them, to breed for them, to give birth for them, and to surrender the children we produce to them, for master and mistress to use as they will. In the 2wo or so years that we have been bred, we have produced offspring for our owners twice, once a boy, and once a pair of girls. After each breeding, the children were allowed to stay with Xhu, just long enough to breast feed them to some sturdiness, before they were taken upstairs into the master's chambers. What happens to them there, whether they are made slaves like us, sacrificed, sold, I cannot say. I do not care, nor does Xhu. Our only purpose in life is to labor and love for the pleasure and benefit of master and mistress.

Xhu is laid back onto the breeding and birthing bench, her legs spread, revealing the sweet, tight little bean that I am to pierce. 3 babies, and her slit is almost as tight and smooth as mistress's. I hobble to my mate, dick awkwardly bouncing as I scramble on my knees, and like an animal, I lower myself onto her, shuddering with pleasure as her wet lips close around my invading member.

"Ahhhhh" we both moan softly, as our genitals firmly lock together.

I begin to thrust and hump, as Xhu wraps her legs tightly around me: it is not an ideal mating: we both have our hands bound behind us, so we may not embrace as such. The mating table though, is at an incline, and so it takes little effort for me to lie atop the nubile Asian, and buck my hips as nature so intends in this circumstance. It is the pleasure that master grants and allows, and that is enough for us both.
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Anonymous 19/04/14(Sun)23:01 No. 26051 ID: d3581d

Hot as fuck. Looking forward to more.

The Hunter pt 1(?) Stonebrow!AN26.8FkH6 19/01/22(Tue)05:21 No. 25929 ID: bbe66b [Reply]

MF Dubcon Beast(ish) Generic Fantasy Setting

I finished setting up my tent and let out a sigh of contentment. I had a few more hours of light left, and the first stage of my camp was nearly ready. Over the next day or two I’d have to set up workspaces for butchering and skinning, but I’d gotten a basic latrine, tent, and firepit set up.

It would do for the few months I would spend in the area hunting. I would have loved a cabin, but that was just asking for nosey gamekeepers to start asking questions. Like, “have you paid taxes on those,” or, “Don’t you know it’s illegal to hunt deer on the king’s land,” or my least favourite, “Does this sword in your gut hurt?”

Such is the life of a poacher. Don’t worry, it’s not actually that dangerous if you follow a few basic rules. Such as no permanent dwellings. I was in a valley owned by a lord of advanced age, no longer interested in hunts. He had few gamekeepers or wardens on his payroll, and those that he did have weren’t the type to pull steel over a few skins.

I set up a pot to boil. I’d do something easy tonight, it had been a long hike out here. Porridge, made sweet with a bit of honeycomb and some dried fruit.

I continued to busy myself with arranging firewood, and bedding and so on, when I heard a cry off in the distance. It was the direction I had set a few rabbit snares earlier, just for eating rather than the pelts, but much too loud to be a rabbit. I frowned. Rabbit snares really didn’t catch anything substantially bigger.

I shrugged and strung my bow. I figured I had better investigate. I strapped a large butchering knife that I’d used a few times against boars (and few more times against people) and a few arrows before taking off.

I had set the traps not very distant, figuring that I’d set new ones after a few days once I’d scouted the area better. Something was making a racket, and was definitely larger than a rabbit.
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Stonebrow!AN26.8FkH6 19/01/24(Thu)05:10 No. 25936 ID: bbe66b

It's not over. Don't hold your breath though, I'm juggling a few balls at the moment.

Anonymous 19/02/04(Mon)16:18 No. 25952 ID: d08663

Moar! In due time of course.

Anonymous 19/04/14(Sun)16:53 No. 26050 ID: b169bc


Jumping Hotdog's Stories JumpingHotdog 19/02/13(Wed)19:25 No. 25953 ID: c27a6c [Reply]

I've been posting my stories to ASSTR for a while now, but since ASSTR is pretty much dead as far as comments go, I'm trying to branch out and post in some new places too.

Chiefly my stories focus on mind control, BDSM and young girls.

My ASSTR archive is here


And I'll post my new stories below.

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Anonymous 19/03/02(Sat)09:50 No. 25993 ID: adc925

This is some fucked up shit, I love it. Any recommendations for authors you like?

7chan.org JumpingHotdog 19/03/02(Sat)12:06 No. 25994 ID: 21eace

What type of extreme do you like? I'm more into the emotional side that out and out torture porn but I do have an idea for the latter.

Main idea is this: main loli character wakes up in a strange bed in a strange place. She goes out the bed room, sees no-one and wonders down the hall. And is then brutally killed by a trap. An indeterminate amount of time later, she wakes up back in bed. The basic idea is the main loli save scrumming her way through a tower filled death traps. She can also get power-ups from some of the death-trap challenges, but loses them each death. So to get the Rose-sword she has to fight the Rose Garden Loli, which means a hard fight and getting ripped up, at least a little, by rose thorns.

As luck would have it, I have a recommendation page.


I particularly recommend Programming by The Pediatrician and the Libertarian Utopia stories by Bernd Lauert.

Anonymous 19/04/13(Sat)19:33 No. 26049 ID: 4ea7b8

Great recommendations! Any chance of seeing more from you here?

The Greenvale Fraternity Jacqueline Madison Gibson (Jax) 14/11/21(Fri)13:16 No. 22839 ID: 249c7e [Reply]

Over the past 3 years my life has changed completely. I was down on my luck and had almost lost everything.
I will soon be 40 years old. They say life begins at 40 but my new life began 3 years ago when I was 37.

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

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

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

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

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

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Anonymous 15/10/05(Mon)18:33 No. 23889 ID: 15121f

Stopped reading after it looked like it was turning rapey, huge turnoff.
Btw 5'5" and 200lbs is not 'curvy' it's clinically obese, and a gut would be obvious on a woman weighing this much. 90Kg for any metricfags

exopop 18/05/25(Fri)15:52 No. 25557 ID: 23a3bb

Good story so far

dimlight 19/04/11(Thu)13:58 No. 26046 ID: 42d6ab

any more ?

A Sissy Story Dee 13/01/12(Sat)18:49 No. 18110 ID: 9b0c45 [Reply] [First 100 posts] [Last 50 posts]


James swallowed hard as he walked toward the front door. He rang the doorbell and stood fidgeting on the stoop. James was a popular enough guy. He was a surfer with the classic long blond hair, blue eyed beach bum look, he was also a star swimmer -- the only freshman to make the varsity squad. Despite this he was nervous. This was the first time he’d gone to a girls house when her parents weren’t home. Not only that, but the girl, Julie, was the hottest freshman at school. The door swung open and Tommy, Julie’s brother, stood inside.

“Hey come on in,” said Tommy.

James stepped through the door and looked up at Tommy -- a senior and the captain of the swim team. He was at least 6 inches taller than him. Most guys were taller than James, who was barely 5-foot 7-inches. He walked into the hallway and looked into the living room where Chris -- Tommy’s best friend -- was sitting on the couch playing xbox. Chris was a wrestler and was short and broad chested, although he was still taller than James.

“Who invited the midget?” Chris called out.

“My sister,” said Tommy. “She’s upstairs in her room. Go on up its the first door on the right.”

James thanked Tommy and gave Chris the finger as he ran up the stairs. He took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. Julie was laying on her bed listening to her ipod and flipping through facebook on her laptop. She was laying on her stomach in just a sweater and panties. Her socked feet were crossed in the air behind her.

James felt his cock grow in his pants as he admired her smooth cream colored legs that led to a large round ass and narrow waist. Her straight blond hair was cut into a short bob. She looked back noticing James. Her big blue eyes widened and her pink lips parted leaving a surprised look on her gorgeous face. She pulled a blanket over her legs.
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Dee 19/03/27(Wed)18:07 No. 26026 ID: 194c8f

Part XV

James walked confidently out onto the pool deck in his one-piece swimsuit. His teammates who had not been in the locker room for Coach Burrell’s punishment looked up in astonishment. The rest of the team streamed out of the locker room behind him.

There was excited chattering all around as everyone explained what had happened in the locker room. There was some light teasing, but mostly amazement at how well he wore the suit.

Ben even grabbed James by the shoulders and forcibly turned him around so his backside faced the team.

“I mean look at that ass,” Ben said. “That’s as nice an ass as any girl in school!”

Every compliment was of course followed with an obligatory, “but I’m not gay,” statement.

“Okay, okay settle down,” Coach Burrell said as he walked from his office across the pool deck. “As you can see from now on there will be consequences for forgetting your suits.”

“And we’re all very grateful it was James who forget his,” Ben said and the team burst into laughter.
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Anonymous 19/04/04(Thu)21:21 No. 26033 ID: 190308

Awesome to see an update.

Anonymous 19/04/11(Thu)03:32 No. 26044 ID: c686cf

greatly enjoying what you’ve written so far, and was especially touched/moved/turned on by the sections with jamie and sam. like...i really hope something comes of that and that there’s a good ending someday. also hoping jamie goes full-time. please don’t hint at anything though! thank you for your work!

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