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The Cult anon 14/11/11(Tue)00:22 No. 22775 ID: f6660e [Reply]

So I started writing this and then just kind of lost track of where I wanted it to go. Not sure what to do with it or even if it's any good. Any ideas for Chapter 2? Anyone else want to take a stab at chapter 2?


Chapter One
The Cleansing


I was twelve years old when my sixth grade math teacher, Mr. Harris, asked if I wanted to be in his secret club. He said that he had been sharing my test results with the members of his club, and that they were very impressed with my intelligence. He told me that the club was for men, but since I was so advanced for my age, they would allow me to join if I wanted.

I enthusiastically agreed. I was shy and awkward at that age and didn't have many friends, nor was I a member of any teams or clubs. It was the first time I had been invited into anything like this, so I didn't really know what I needed to do. Mr. Harris told me not to worry, that he would let me know what to do. But it was imperative that I tell no one of the club or my membership, or there would be consequences. He asked if I agreed to these terms, which I did. He said good, leave everything to him.

That evening, my parents got a call from the teacher. He explained to them that my math scores were bordering on the genius level and that he recommended a special after school program for academically advanced students. My parents were pleased, but understandably skeptical. This was before the digital age, so there were limited resources to find out how legitimate something like this was. He invited us all to the school the next evening to observe the special class.

The next day, Mr. Haris called me into his office to talk privately. He said he was going to show my parents the REAL after school program so that they wouldn't become suspicious of the secret club. I remember thinking how smart that was and I began to get excited about the club. That evening, he showed my parents and I the gifted class that met every Tuesday and Thursday after school for four hours. It was all real so my parents had no more concerns. I was now in the gifted program as far as they knew, and I was now free for four hours twice a week.

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Anonymous 14/11/11(Tue)21:44 No. 22782 ID: b9a090

>>22775
good story so far


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Anonymous 14/11/11(Tue)22:17 No. 22783 ID: 1de00e

seems pretty interesting, I liked it. The enema suggests some Mm action, I'm guessing.


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Anonymous 14/12/10(Wed)19:10 No. 22939 ID: cd301f

The previous poster suggests Mm action, which isn't necessarily the case as the enema could be just part of a purification rite. I'm not personally into Mm action if that does turn out to be the case, but this isn't my story so I hope that if it is done in a sympathetic way to a hetero tale.

All in all though, a good start OP, I'm looking forward to the continuation




Palpable lola 14/03/05(Wed)08:00 No. 21297 ID: fe05d8 [Reply]

Dexterous. a word most people would use to describe Olivia, even if they had only very briefly met her.
A deserved description, as her hands never really stopped being in motion.
Her fingers: agile, yet delicate. With them, no task was beyond her grasp.
When she was younger, they guided her to becoming quite deft at musical instruments such as the piano, guitar, and violin.
As she aged, she discontinued her pursuit of musical talents;Her interest didn't necessarily wane as much as shift towards other things.
She was eleven when it occurred, though nobody, not even her, could tell you why.

"I don't know why. It just happened." She'd tell you with a smile that was often known to cause acute amnesia. Mesmerizing, others might describe it as.
The fact of the matter was, talents aside, Olivia was beautiful. Plump, pink lips that were often as expressive as she was.
Large, curious eyes that might come off as looking tired, or perhaps even mischievous, if she wasn't working on something.
In addition, as if those alone weren't enough, she had high cheekbones that further accentuated her smile, and a proud, feminine brow:
the apex of which grew golden brown tresses. Indeed, her hair was long, but on any given day it was balled on top of her head in a messy bun.
The attire she opted to wear on a day to day basis was just as relaxed. T-shirts and jeans, maybe shorts with a longer top when the weather permitted.

If carefree described how she dressed, it went on to describe her school life as well. She had a few friends, but no best friends.
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Anonymous 14/03/05(Wed)11:23 No. 21299 ID: c4f2b4

So is Olivia a man or a girl? Both? It seems like a girl for most of the story but then she seems to grow a dick in places. Confusing.


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Hermy Kal 14/03/06(Thu)03:43 No. 21306 ID: 4403da

It seems pretty clear that we're led to believe that she's a full girl until the very end of the first chapter where it specifically calls out her erection.

So she's a hermy.


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More? Anonymous 14/12/10(Wed)07:11 No. 22934 ID: 140c9b

OP, will there be a third chapter? This was nice fap material, but I'd love to hear more about Olivia, maybe even what show s/he and hir mother were watching, the Friday party, what's with Momma watching, and other stuff like that there.

For an eleven year old to have a school room key and to have a sarcastic(?) view of an age-mate's speech pattern is a very big thing. Let's hear more of this amazing person.

Fear not, this is /elit/, Train-wreck chapter segues are allowed.




The Fetish ABR 14/12/06(Sat)07:27 No. 22909 ID: 6b4abe [Reply]

I am not sure if this is a *thing* people want to read here, since it's not very loli or too kinky. I haven't seen much aggression and dominance. Tell me if you want me to continue on this thread.

The Fetish (m/f, mild bondage)
by ABR
Chapter One


I guess as fetishes went, maybe I wasn't so weird. So people are into way weirder, that's for sure. Of course, I never thought I'd end up in some of the mess I have been in over the years. I always thought I was in control, but when things went weird...

My mother was strict. So strict, she pretty much pussy whipped daddy until he hung himself on the very tree my tire swing hung from. Happened right after my tenth birthday. That was messed up. I'm not sure the moment I discovered my fetish, but at some point, I realized that I was seized by the need to control and dominate with one particular twist: I had to trap them. A girl needed to be isolated, taken away, deep into the woods where she would be helpless, then I would make her dependent on me until she was my slave.

I have my mother's eyes, I suppose.

Anyway, first time I had a serious chub, and I mean... guys know this: there's horny, and then there's that kink you have that overrides everything. There's a kind of horny that releases your sphincter and makes your belly feel weird. Blood seems to drain from your hands and you might tremble a little. There's a ringing in your ears that seems to say only one thing: fuck her. Fuck her and push your seed deep inside her. It's primal. And if your girl is into that, you're golden. But my serious first belly-cooling shakedown happened when I was just 16 and Junebug trod her lovely little self into our camp.

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ABR 14/12/08(Mon)03:51 No. 22919 ID: 6b4abe

Chapter 2

"I am called the foreman because I am worth four men!"

What a loser. That dumbass yahoo for a foreman with his shirt and tie on a job site was a joke. And I wanted to be first in the punch line. But, it's what the company felt was needed on this project. Like the world needs another office building. The recession left the last one I built unoccupied until the rent got so low, it gave birth to a payday loan place, a pawn shop, and a strip joint. Then burned down. Hell of a year for that builder.

There was nothing likable about this foreman, however. Skinny, pale, with red hair and a receding hairline. His hard hats were always too big like his ego. He spoke Spanish like I should be impressed: most of these immigrants understood how to hammer a goddamn nail into a board and sheetrock, you dipshit. They listened to me, because I knew how they thought. Most of them had a hard and shitty life. I had a hard and shitty life. Nothing a few free beers and a good bunch of laughs couldn't fix.

His type wasn't new. I mean, most of these college grads are chum in small towns like I worked in. Small stature, big swagger. I would have easily forgotten him if it weren't for one little detail: the Hispanics really hated this guy. Maybe they thought he knew Spanish and therefor they couldn't say shit about him while he was around. Maybe it was because he acted like he'd take them under his wing like THAT should be impressed he could name everything in Taco Bell with an exaggerated accent. But as time went on, he stuck close to me more and more often. At first, this was terrible.

Then one day, a Japanese SUV bounced onto the site. The driver looked like she couldn't aim the vehicle quite right, and the foreman waved her to a panicked stop.

"What are you DOING?" His anger seemed almost comical.

A woman stepped out. No, a girl. But what a girl. One solid muscular leg ending with a pink trainer sneaker arched over the running board and stepped ankle deep in the red clay that was the backdrop for these sites.
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Anonymous 14/12/09(Tue)04:06 No. 22925 ID: 92e757

God damn, dude. Fantastic.


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Anonymous 14/12/09(Tue)13:49 No. 22928 ID: 2484da

Very well done, I'm no expert when it comes to technical skill or any of that jazz but I deeply enjoyed it.

Do you plan to do any more?




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.

https://7chan.org/d/res/38409.html#i38409

Now this.

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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.

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Anonymous 14/05/10(Sat)21:04 No. 21714 ID: 5f279f

I don't like to be the one to bump dead threads, but watching this fall to page three has been too disheartening. Just not ready to give up hope yet...


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Anonymous 14/10/07(Tue)05:10 No. 22540 ID: 955e1b

Really hoping Seris gets some closure with Andrei. Seemed pretty cold for him to leave her like that.


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Anonymous 14/12/04(Thu)10:56 No. 22902 ID: 289ad7

BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP




Breaking Bo Sonder!!AwZTHlMTWv 13/12/08(Sun)21:03 No. 20427 ID: 0550d2 [Reply]

[male, gay, high school]
Usually I'd write a more specific set of tags, but I want this story to be an open-ended work-in-progress. Although I do have a basic plot outlined for 8-9 chapters, I'm always open to suggestions from you guys about what direction you'd like the story to go. Feel free to suggest something in the comments. All suggestions are appreciated, but please remember it's simply not possible to satisfy them all. =(

This story is set in an all-boys boarding school for Grade 8-12 students (13-17 years old). The main characters are students who live within the 5 different boarding houses, one house for each year of students. The school itself is in a big city on the edge of a river. Beyond the boarding houses, but still part of the school grounds, there is a peninsula of forest/scrub land known as the Hook.


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More? I LOVE Bo! Lickit 14/05/11(Sun)23:05 No. 21726 ID: 407364

I've NEVER bumped a story before, but, .... BUMP!!


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is somewhat unnerving ,.- ) Good!? Anonymous 14/09/25(Thu)21:56 No. 22487 ID: 5cd61f

Some concerns... the story actually started close to a year ago, and hm... According to the author Sonder we're at chapter 5, in it self quite remarkable compared to some one- cluster of - text posters, but the suspense


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Anonymous 14/12/03(Wed)09:20 No. 22897 ID: bd628b

Wasn't sure if this is still updated our even watched, but I wanted to let the author know that I loved it and would love more.




One Little Thing spiderfiend 14/11/27(Thu)04:13 No. 22875 ID: d09574 [Reply]

Word count:23494 sci-fi Loli.
this is one of my best stories as far as i'm concerned. i mostly write for my own enjoyment. but i would like to know what you think.


intro
The Kranston corporation (henceforth to be known as the company) spans over twenty human occupied worlds as well has has holdings in sixty-seven different star systems. It employes over ten and a half billion humans making it the ninth largest industrial corporation in the known of current humanity.
It owns ships the size of small contents that could disrupt the gravitational field of planets and smash them down and processed into refined metals and rare materials. Most of the ships had their keels laid at the lunar ship-works in the Sol system. This is the story of one of those ships.

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The file had been hidden, it was lost in a subroutine in the back-log system and would not be returned to it's proper folder until it was to late. She looked it over and frowned. A lot of the information was redundant but parts of it stood out.

[ Employee number 63569642c Kyle Frergenski, currently stationed on I.S.S. Valentine in high orbit over Kerkoff 5 (a beautiful green gas giant). Age:19 Sex:Male. Currently serving three years of his ten year contract. Up for review in six mounts. ]

*** executive note, that little shit will never be allowed to advance. I want him kept on that ship until his term is up then I want him stripped of his retirement and all benefits. I want him to never be able to get a job again. Vistal Maximus ***
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rin!y7chl82msE 14/11/28(Fri)10:41 No. 22878 ID: a35764

So far, pretty good, though I can think of a couple things that could use some fine tuning. Of course this is my opinion. Also, full disclosure, I haven't totally finished reading yet.

First, I think you have way too much going on. There's too much exposition on some things, while not enough on the others. An example that comes to mind is locations. I'm having some trouble picturing where some of this is taking place, while on the same side of the coin I feel like I know way too much of the characters, as if there's no mystery left.

Stick with it, though. You clearly have a world you've crafted, and with some work it can be even more.

Like I said, though, I haven't completely finished reading yet. Figured I'd just drop a note




Giselle and Elsebeth Ohioslut 14/11/26(Wed)07:18 No. 22870 ID: 7d2392 [Reply]

Giselle and Elsabeth

by HotbottomNWO
(c) 2001, HotbottomNWO

This story is a complete fantasy: it depicts, among other things, sexual acts with underage girls and incest, two activities that have been shown to have horrible psychological ramifications. Don't do them, they are bad, but if you do have to do them... be sure to write about them and submit it here!

(Pedo, prostitution, hetero sex, lesbian sex, incest, scat, oral sex, anal sex, felching, cum-swapping)


The eight-year old girls began to strip naked as soon as they had walked into my hotel room. They did not even pause to close the door behind them. They were not wearing much in the first place, just tight baby-sized t-shirts that showed off their nipples, and skirts that did not even reach mid-thigh. I noticed they were not even wearing panties underneath the skirts as their tiny, hairless cunts came into view.
The one on the left spoke first. She was short, even for her age, and as delicately built as a night-blooming flower. She had long black hair, black eyes, a delicate nose and a mouth as small and red as a rosebud. "Senor, my name is Giselle, and this is my sister, Elsabeth. Juliano sent us." Elsabeth, the twin sister, just smiled. Obviously Giselle was the older of the two, though I can't imagine by more than a few minutes.
It took a few moments to regain my voice. "Well, close the door... it would not be good for you to be seen this way."
Giselle just laughed. "You Gringoes, you do not understand our ways... here in my country, we live for the pleasure, and we take no shame in it. Besides, the owner of this hotel, he is one of Juliano's customers.. me and Elsabeth, he has fucked us many times, si?"
Elisabeth nodded enthusiastically.
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Anonymous 14/11/27(Thu)13:47 No. 22876 ID: f5b1c2

I'll be honest, that was pretty shitty.




Diamond Princess Go! sorcerer 14/02/16(Sun)05:42 No. 21150 ID: c91775 [Reply]

This is an erotic spoof of magical girl anime and hentai. This episode contains some m2f tg and some female masturbation. Hope you like. Let me know what you think.

Episode 1
So it all started on a hike. I was hiking in Stokes State forest with a small group from Net-soft. It was supposed to be some sort of friggin’ team building exercise. It actually was nice to get out of the office for a day. I stopped to re-tie my shoes when I saw it. I saw something reflecting down there in a ravine. I told the group I would catch up, and scrambled down about 50 feet down a steep slope to a pile of leaves and branches at the bottom. I started digging through the pile looking for the shiny object that caught my eye.

I pulled out an ornate metal rod about a foot long. It looked like it was made out of silver. It was engraved with some sort of language. It looked like Japanese or Chinese or something. At the end of the rod there was what appeared to be a large diamond. I couldn’t be real though, because it was far too big. It must be worth some money. I picked it up. It wasn’t as heavy as I thought it would be. The weird thing was, it started to hum.

A large cheerful voice boomed out of everywhere and nowhere at the same time. “CONGRATULATIONS, YOU WILL BE THE NEXT DIAMOND PRINCESS. ENGAGING TELEPORT SYSTEM.”

I felt like I was falling down a hole. Next thing I knew I was standing on a raised platform in a white room. I was rather dizzy. I almost fell down, but I heard a whir of servo motors and two plastic things caught me. They looked like hands. “Whoa there Diamond Princess, teleporting can be rather disorienting when you aren’t used to it.” The voice sounded synthetic and was far too cheerful. I turned around, and found myself face to face with a robot. An actual fucking robot—or was it an android? I’m not sure what the distinction is. Anyway, it had two arms, two legs, a torso and a head. Most of its body was covered in white plastic, but there were some parts that were exposed. I could see electronics, hydrolic lines and other stuff I couldn’t identify. Weird thing was, the robot had two hard plastic mounds on its chest plate. I think they were supposed to be … breasts? “How do you do Diamond Princess, you can call me Mother.”

“Who … What are … the hell’s going on?” Mother put its—her arm around my shoulders and showed me the small room I was teleported into. There was an ominous looking high tech medical bed in the center of the room. There were a collection of robotic arms attached to the ceiling. All around the room there were computers and lab equipment, vials filled with colored liquids, flasks with bubbling liquids inside. The room smelled antiseptic.

“This is our medical suite, where we make the magic happen.” Mother is just waaaaaay to cheerful.

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story moving sorcerer 14/05/13(Tue)06:08 No. 21740 ID: c91775

I haven't abandoned this story. I'm going to move it to gurochan's elit board. there is too much shotta and lolicon on this board for my taste. I am posting this on gurochan, and I will continue the story. thanks for your support. Please let this story auto delete.


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move complete sorcerer 14/05/15(Thu)01:15 No. 21770 ID: c91775

It took a while, but the story has been reposted over at guroch.org New chapter coming soon


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saved? Anonymous 14/11/25(Tue)08:23 No. 22869 ID: dcc7a2

Did anyone manage to save the guroch updates before it went down? (and/or know if/where further updates might go?)

(hopeful + I enjoyed the story)




A warrior's chambermaid. Anonymous 14/11/19(Wed)02:13 No. 22816 ID: 5e06e1 [Reply]

Hi /elit/,
I recently started writing what I hope to be a nice piece of work.
If I post what I have written, could you give me an honest opinion on whether I should carry on at my current writing capabilities?

I suppose the tag will eventually be rape of something along those lines.
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Once he entered the camp's chambers, he lay his armour on the ground and made his way slowly to the bathroom. His muscles ached from the previous battle, A slash in his thigh tugged painfully as he stepped through the room, his shoulders burned from his weapons sheer weight, he was lucky to be alive and he knew it.

Entering the chamber's bathroom, the hot humidity of a fresh bath washed over his bloodied face, the water vapours burning his throat from his battle-cry.
Stood before him a young woman in her early 20's, her small frame hanging gently over the bathtub as her slender fingers slowly stirred the water, while her other hand help her long coarse hair out of her face. Her dark eyes shift over towards the man.

The rich brown of her eyes surrounded by dark freckles held his gaze as her brunette hair tumbled free from her delicate fingers. She stands, her thick hair swaying around her waist and caressing her slender neck.

She apologises to him, the chambermaidens should have prepared a room and left before a warrior returns, however this warrior forgives his new chambermaiden's mistake, his attention focused solely on the young woman, whose slender frame seems so tiny compared to his own.
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Uninvited/Uncle+Rick 14/11/20(Thu)12:46 No. 22835 ID: a887c0

A clarification of my earlier post. I realize that I started off talking about tenses and then said you were using Third Person Omniscient, which isn't a tense at all. I had meant to make it clear that I was talking about your choice of Narrator right there, and then dovetail that into what I had to say about your choice of tense, but I did a piss poor job. Your choice of narrator and choice of tense are related, but not at all the same thing.


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Anonymous 14/11/22(Sat)00:07 No. 22860 ID: 2a4022

That's some really good feedback thank you, and I wouldn't worry about discouraging me.

I hadn't a clue where to start or go when I wrote this draft, so I just wrote what seemed okay and posted it up haha.

But I will definitely make use of your feedback and re-reading it I can see exactly what you mean, Though I couldn't see it myself through the first read.
Thanks a lot :)


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Anonymous 14/11/24(Mon)21:01 No. 22868 ID: 78a69f

>>22835
>>22860

The chans, everybody: a wretched hive of constructive feedback and relative politeness. And porn.




The Tangled Skein Evil Empire 14/11/21(Fri)19:04 No. 22857 ID: 38de42 [Reply]

"Bring her in." The queen was reclining on her bed when she gave her imperious command. She was supported and surrounded by dozens of elegantly embroidered pillows. Each one worth more than the slaves who stood in attendance of the Queen's needs. The pillows were just the smallest part of the opulence in the Queen's bedchamber.

The slaves were selected for their physical beauty, the men strong and muscular and the women sleek and nubile. The Queen had also made sure to select the slaves that attended her based on more lascivious specifications, the male slaves all possessed thick cocks and exceptional sexual stamina while the female slaves had the kind of pleasing curves that men lusted after.

Each slave was attired the same as every slave in attendance, a simple gold hoop around the neck and a short skirt belted about the waist. An arrangement that did nothing to hide a state of sexual excitement on the part of the male slaves.

Indeed, it often amused her to order one or more of her male slaves to take one the young girls while the Queen looked on. She particularly liked it when the girls resisted, struggling against the more powerful male slave as he bent her over, lifted the short skirt and took her roughly from behind.

However, as much as she enjoyed watching her enforced orgies she never touched any of the slaves attending her nor did she allow any to touch her. For that she had different tastes. Each night her servants brought her a new girl to share her bed. Each one more lovely than the last. Sometimes they would watch the antics of the Queen's slaves in orgy, other times she would dismiss her servants and would take her pleasure from the girl in privacy.

She watched as the heavy doors to her bedchamber swung open, admitting a single girl bound between two muscular soldiers. The girls brought before her were quite often frightened, a few were defiant and some were even confident. This girl was one of the confident ones. It didn't matter, the one thing that all the girls shared was that none of them lived past the dawn of the new day.

This girl was tall and slender, almost as tall as her beefy captors. Her brown hair tumbled down over her shoulders in an artful tangle. However, it was her bearing that truly set her apart. More than just confident, the girl standing before her was haughty, imperious even. She directed a look of disdain at the Queen as if it were she that were Queen and the Queen a mere lowly commoner. For a moment the Queen considered summarily ordering her guards to execute the woman on the spot but curiosity held her tongue. Shows of defiance were normal, but disdain? That was something new. What made this girl so different?

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