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Prologue

“Hey there, Delilah, wanna go into town tonight?”
How could I know, that such a simple question, would have such a disastrous outcome..
It was near morning already when I left the club. I hadn’t even noticed that Hannah and Vivian had already left, but then neither did I notice that it was almost closing time. On my way home, I had to go past the slums, and my mother always made me promise I’d never go there alone. Needless to say, I never listened. Bad mistake..
I walked past a bar, where some old men were standing outside. One of them whistled, and I started walking faster. Even after a few minutes, I still felt their eyes, staring at my (maybe a little bit short) skirt. All I wanted at that moment, was to get home as soon as possible. As I walked through the narrow alleys, the feeling that I was being followed crept onto me. Without looking back, I started running. With just a few yards to go, I felt a sharp pain on the back of my head. Before I could realize what had happened, everything turned black.

The next thing I remembered, I found myself in a badly lit room, some abandoned factory or something like that. I tried to move, but I noticed my arms and legs were bound to a table. Even worse, I realized that I was completely naked. I started to scream for help, but then I heard a deep voice behind me: ‘Yeah, go ahead, shout. No-one’s going to hear you.’
When I heard the voice, I felt my heart speed up from pure fear. Who was this man, and what was he going to do to me? I tried to see him, but I couldn’t. I heard his footsteps on the floor getting closer and closer. All I could do, was scream..
‘Perhaps we need to shut this little bitch up..’, he said. I heard him unzip his pants. He sat on the table, his smelly member just inches above my head. “Suck it, bitch”, he yelled, as he forced his throbbing cock into my mouth. The pain burned inside my throath as he shoved it all the way in. From sheer surprise, I couldn’t help clenching my lips around the warm penis in my mouth. “Ah, so you actually like it, you filthy whore!”, he said, thrusting in an out of me. I don’t know why this hit me so much, but, insulted by his words, I bit down. At first the man screamed of pain and surprise, but that soon turned into anger.
“You goddamn BITCH! That’ll get you punished!”, he shouted. He first untied my legs, and then cut the rope holding my arms to the table, leaving me with my wrists only tied to each other. “Get up”, he commanded. When I stood up, he forced my head down, and I had to hold my ankles to prevent me from falling. I felt the tip of his cock slide down over my lower back, and between my butt cheeks. For a moment he waited, holding the head against my anus. Then he forced the whole thing in. As I felt blood running down my leg, I started crying, the pain and shame getting too much for me.
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tags: rape, MM, Mm, mind control

Been awhile since I post. Been working on this to get over my writer's block and depressing finances (woo student loans).

Prequel ('Synthetic', aka 'Renee' is here: http://bit.ly/AgKvBz tags are rape, fM, fF, mind control, etc).

So, without further ado - Facsimiles


Twenty-six.

The man held out a hand, an amicable grin on his face. This was the first time he'd taken Peter down, after two months of the start of their grueling training sessions. He'd been good before, but his manager wanted him to be the best, and remain so.

And the best trained with Peter. 

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A Quiet Evening at Home
- by Nicholas Fellheimer
(with thanks to PuppyLoverDawn!)

As I waited for the dog's thick cock to unknot from my ass and slowly came down from another orgasm, I opened my eyes and stared across the kitchen floor: in the living room, someone was fucking my youngest daughter on the couch, but I couldn't quite make out who it was. Sliding my face across the slick of spit and cum on the linoleum, I tried to get a better look, but the little whore kept thrashing around. Didn't look like her father, at least not from this angle. Probably one of Jeremy's friends.

Now I started wondering where my husband might have gotten off to. And was our back porch light on? He's probably out there selling tickets to the neighbors. I turned, and a rain of piss spattered across my face. Another of Jeremy's friends - in the study, my middle daughter was putting on some sort of slit-licking show with a young lady I had not yet been introduced to, much to the delight of the boys.

A second stream hit my face, followed by a third. The bathroom was apparently occupied, so someone had announced that the kitchen floor was now the place to piss. A dripping dick was wiped dry in my hair, then slipped into my mouth.

Goodness.

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Maybe I should start from the beginning.
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Merrie rushed out the front door, her bag slung over her shoulder and her leather boots scraping on the rough wooden step. She spun around and yanked the door shut. The magical rune below the handle flashed twice, then turned red. Releasing it, she hurried down the small garden and along the wooden boardwalk that ran along the dirt road.

"I'm late, I'm late," she chanted as she cut across the street and headed down Malcom East. Her skirt, the only clean one in the house, was shorter than she normally wore to work; it teased her upper thighs and she felt the warm spring air running past her legs. The brilliant red fabric was light and breezy. It complemented her cream blouse and socks that stopped right below her knees. The only piece of jewelery she wore was a butterfly hairpiece to hold back her curly, blonde hair.

Ten minutes into her bustle, her thighs burned with her efforts to hurry up. She crossed Center Line Road at a diagonal and jumped up on the boardwalk on the far side. The crowds were thicker near the center of the city and she had to push her way around people to make it to work on time.

Ahead, she saw a man standing in the center of the pedestrian traffic, creating a swirl of humanity as they circled around him. He was watching everyone through dark eyes. As she drew closer, she saw he wore studded leather armor and had a sword. She grabbed her handbag and felt a surge of worry. Very few people outside of the city guards wore weapons in town, more so during the middle of the work week.

She ducked her head and passed him. As she did, she heard him speak in a throaty growl. "Oh yeah, that's the one."

Peeking up, she saw him staring straight at her. With a squeak, she snapped her head back forward and pushed her way through the crowds. The look he gave her sickened her stomach and she wanted to get as far away as possible.

She slowed when she saw another man in leather armor standing at the opposite end of the block. His back was too her but doing the same thing as the first, watching the people as they passed.

Merrie came to a stop and turned around. The man behind her had resumed his watching the crowds. Looking around, Merrie spotted another watcher on the far side of the block, opposite of the first. When she saw the third, she knew there would be a fourth.
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My Two mommies.
(Tags: Fb, FFb, incest, lesbian, lactation)

Chapter 1, The family bed.

I awoke as the early morning sun shined a small warm ray upon my face from the gap in the blinds. I looked to my left and saw my mother. My beautiful wonderful mother. Her long
hair, straight and black like mine, made a beautiful mess upon her pillow top. Her skin tanned from long days working on our california farm. Her big beautiful naked breasts
with the long dark nipples resting agianst my face, right where I left them the night before. I turned to my right and saw my other mother. Yes my other mother. Although she
wasn't technically my mother, just my mother's lover, I still loved her as such. From the time I was a baby she had been there, to hold me, kiss me, and love me. When I yelled
"mommy" I knew both would come running if they where in earshot. I never cared which one came as I loved them both equally. She was just as beautiful as my other mommy, but in a
different way. Her hair was red, curly not straight,and cut shorter, ending at her neck. Her skin was covered in tiny little spots, unlike me and my biological mother with our
even toned skin. I loved those little spots. Sometimes I'd give them names, or imagine what shapes they'd make if I connected them. She was also the smaller of my two mommies.
Not that my other mommy was fat mind you, just a little taller, and with bigger breasts hips and bum. Not that her smaller breasts wheren't just as beautiful to me. With those
tiny red nipples, and all the cute little spots I loved so much, they where just as lovely looking as my other mommy's bigger breasts. I laid there, between my two mommies,
their arms wrapped around me, their nude breasts resting agianst my face, feeling, warm, loved, and safe. I took a deep breathe through my nose, sniffing their beautiful scent
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Writing's become slow and chore-like again, so I've decided that my latest effort to get myself inspired will be to clear my backlist... over the next few weeks, I'll be editing and posting the stories that I have completed but not released. This does not include MPC4 which is still slow-going.

First up, another of my 'Sci-Fi Serials'. This one deserves a bit of a warning because it's a bit different than my usual stuff, focusing on men who transform into little girls. (I realize there's another 'guy turns into sexualized girl' story that just started, and apologize if it seems like more of the same).

The Lolly Anne Conspiracies (tg, magic, ped*)
Installment 1: "The New Lolly Anne" (additional codes: Mg*, MMg*, g*g*, 1st*)
(* indicates that the code applies due to the bodies of the people involved... since the story involves magical transgenderism, the minds involved will be different)

The first time it happened, I had no idea what was going on. In that respect, I’m like many others. Even those who chose this life, who knew it was coming, have told me that when it first happened they were surprised and wondered if it was a dream that first time.

In my case, that it was a dream was a natural conclusion, since the night before I’d had my share of those. Unsettling dreams about being held down by somebody laughing while I screamed. That’s common too.

When I first woke up that morning, just for a few moments, I felt strange, like my eyes weren’t quite right. For one thing, colors seemed to be more vivid, and subtly different shades of the same color stood out. If I didn't know better, I might have suspected I'd been shaking off the effect of some kind of psychotropic drug, but I didn't feel high, so I assumed I was caught in that place in-between dreams and reality, where they mixed a little too freely. Whenever I get like that I can usually choose whether to wake up fully or descend once again into slumber. I was still drowsy, and knew I didn’t have to go to work that day, so I decided to sleep in.

I must have spent an hour or so in that state, drifting in and out of consciousness, the comfort of my bed and dreams which were growing more and more erotic, when a noise jarred me. Somebody was coming through the front door.
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tags: incest, m/f, outercourse, frottage

later chapters will include sex and oral, but nothing real kinky

Sam looks like http://filefap.com /view/1279532_bxm0q
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It was time for the yearly family vacation again. I’m not sure why we kept up this tradition as it usually caused more stress than it relieved. But in between the long periods of dysfunctionality, loathing, and irritability that we caused one another while on it, we usually managed to have some shining moment of family fun that my parents would look back on 11 months later and decide it was worth doing again. Isn’t the human mind’s ability to filter memories amazing?

So, once again, my parents, Sarah and John, my older sis, Samantha, and myself would be stuck in a RV on a cross country road trip to see some great American landmark. Cue Weird Al’s Biggest Ball of Twine in Minnesota. Sam(antha) and I heard the news a week before summer vacation, just long enough for us to properly dread it’s coming and mourn the loss of yet another summer to goof off with friends. Hell, I’d have rather have gotten a job and made some cash. But it wasn’t to be. The Parkers would be going to Key West. This brought mixed reactions from my sis and me. Good food, good weather, beaches? It was too good to be true, I’m pretty sure both Sam and I were waiting for the other shoe to drop. But as our departure date approached, everything seemed to be going fine.

Everyone had packed for the last three days, and my dad was going to pull up with the rented RV any minute now. We lived in Raleigh, North Carolina, so it was going to be a bit of a trip. Since Sam had turned 16 this year, she was really hoping she’d be be able to use her newly acquired learners permit and drive part of the way. She had been moping about for a few days after dad told her she shouldn’t learn on an RV. My dad’s an okay driver but in hilly areas he didn’t feel assured even letting Mom drive. I guess Mom’s better than some, but she’s still a woman. Don’t give me that; like legends, most prejudice is based upon a kernel of truth, and I’ve been driven by enough women to have the experimental data to back it up. So Mom, Sam, and myself, 15 year old Jason Parker, were standing outside on the driveway at an ungodly hour of the morning with a large pile of luggage, waiting to see what sad excuse for a RV would roll in. My parents are both college professors, which is why they can both get the summer off every year, though apparently they go through a lot of trouble to do so. But it also means that Dad is sometimes frugal when I wish he wasn’t.
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Hi all, this was a WIP eLit story posted on the 99chan /ss/ boards. Unfortunantly they no longer have an /ss/ board and from browsing various /eLit/ and /ss/ boards I have seen no evidence of the this story anywhere, so I have decided to share what I have here.

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

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

Chapter 1, part 1

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

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

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

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