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Another story I've been working on, I'm posting it while I deal with writer's block on Roommates. Yes, I have about a dozen different stories, three of them full-length novels, all going at the same time. This is the only one that fits in /elit/ though.

Tags: isekai, medieval fantasy, slavery, bondage, sex, interspecies romance, Stockholm syndrome, medieval economics, politics

The following contains scenes of adult situations and graphic violence not suitable for minors. Reader discretion is advised.

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To say I was someone dissatisfied with life is an understatement. I was never a very happy person. As a child, I had few friends, and most of the ones I did have either moved away at some point, or stabbed me in the back. It still irritates to this day, every time I remember how my 'friend' Jason bragged to me about selling his buddy Ron a damaged copy of Tomb Raider he knew didn't work... and he'd actually sold it to me. He wasn't just an asshole for selling me a game he knew was too scratched up to play, he couldn't tell me and Ron apart from each other. We were interchangeable. I'd thought he was my best friend, and that's how little I meant to him.

High school was a drag. I consistently had the highest grades in my class, all while barely putting any effort in. Between my being a nerd and everyone else being jealous of my grades (seriously, I had a straight A average and the second best kid struggled to maintain a B average. The American education system is a joke. School is nothing but a convenient place to warehouse children while their parents are at work, with the added benefit of being government indoctrination centers. The actual education part is a distant second in terms of priority.), I got picked on a lot. I mean, a LOT. The one and only time some asshole tried to get physical with me, I kicked his ass. I'd been taking karate lessons since grade school, but I didn't even use any of that; I just knocked him to the ground after he hit me, then beat his face in with a rock. I, uh, might have gone a little overboard. To be fair, he started it, and I had YEARS of pent up anger and frustration, and I was well and truly sick of his shit by that point. Once I was done being suspended from school (I honestly think the only reason I wasn't expelled was because I had singlehandedly raised the GPA for the entire class and it made them look good), everyone knew what had happened. So they ignored me. Instead of constantly mocking me, messing with my desk, and basically being jerks, they simply pretended I didn't exist. I was fine with that. I just sat in the back of the class and read science fiction and fantasy novels all day; the teachers didn't care, so long as I kept acing the standardized tests they passed around every month or so like holy writ.

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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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Reposting this, for some reason. Even though I felt weird trying to fap to futa lit, I was okay with this one, for some reason.

I remember a long while back, some folks here added to it, and things were great, but then for some reason the mods took it down? I think it was cause it hadn't been updated in forever. But, yeah. RESURRECTION(I hope)
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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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I hope it's ok to post this here, I couldn't find another suitable website for my story my class inspired prose allowed. This is the succinct hot version of my story, names changed of course.

When he pierced me pulling gently on my sun bleached blond ponytail, I immediately knew that I’d changed, my blood it’s testimony, no longer a girl but a woman now. The pain I felt was incredible but short lived replaced by his fullness plunging deeply inside my depths forcing my cavity to form to him. Maybe I had been a woman for awhile clinging to my childhood fearing the loss of my simple innocent life being replaced by a difficult adult life. He changed me, I wanted it now feeling my excitement grow with his animal lust for me. I instinctual pushed back against him greedily wanting his entire length inside my wringing cavity craving him to complete his journey to feel his warm testicles press against me. His strong thrusts short but quick satisfyingly deep gently nudging my cervix open to readily accept his seed. His comforting weight over me comforted me pressing heavily against my trapped body on the picnic table as I felt his warm hips finally press against my bottom. His testicles repeatedly pressed against my sensitive clitoris teasing my mind and body to serve him as I gasped feeling my orgasm explode when he kept coming inside me.

His name was Cody, attractive, smart, confident, older, and respected by everyone. Cody was confidently unrestrained obviously open with his desires with the capacity to obtain it. He was excitingly dangerous making me uncomfortably wet each time he’d smile at me, looking at me as if I was naked. Willy, my insecure best friend since second grade, my constant companion, the one I’d always loved and cherished, hated Cody considering him a bully. The day it happened, the day I became a woman, Willy and I, exhausted from skating in the heat of the day were sitting on the cool grass at the skate park watching skaters when Cody joined us sitting next to me when I smiled at him with my invitation. Willy’s tension was obvious, my old pact to marry Willy when we were old enough threatened, Cody had smiled at me when he sat down causing me to squirm. Cody’s intoxicating perspiration from his hard masculine body overwhelmed my senses, I felt uncomfortably wet wondering if it was noticed. Willy was outmatched leaving soon after our small talk of skating technique, a challenging look between them confounding me. I felt uneasy, my safety gone with Willy’s disappearance.

My inexperienced young body in heat, I didn’t trust my thoughts with Cody. I stood up planning to leave but Cody caught my hand, stunned by the electric contact as Cody stopped me. Our eyes met, his intentions clear, I teasingly smiled at him instinctively running from him. I felt exhilarated sensing his close presence behind me deep into the privacy of the woods off the trail skipp Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

Barbara and Bambi met while they were both working at La Femme, a strip club with a mostly lesbian clientele. It wasn’t love at first sight, but it certainly was lust. Barbara was in fact late getting to the runway for her three-dance set because she was screaming her orgasm from Bambi’s oral ministrations to her shaved pussy. When she could walk, Barbara strutted out on stage and explained her tardiness to the rapt audience... in very explicit detail as she squatted to show the women around the stage where Bambi had been licking her. Fingering herself to another orgasm on stage got Barbara a stern reprimand from management. But her fun had netted her over three hundred dollars in tips, a half-dozen phone numbers, and an invitation from Bambi to go home with her that night, which she accepted. They spent the rest of the night and the next day fucking in every manner possible, with the help of Bambi’s extensive collection of sex toys. Barbara moved in two weeks later. Six months of carnal bliss later, they agreed it should be a lifelong arrangement and they went shopping for rings that same day. The big day was set for three months later. Not surprisingly, they had their bachelorette party at La Femme, which closed for the night except for their guests, the other strippers, and a hand-picked few of the regular clientele of the club. Within twenty minutes of the start of the party, every one of the attendees was naked, if one doesn’t count the crowns Barbara and Bambi had to wear as the Guests of Honor. The previous six months had been the wildest in Barbara’s life, but it did not prepare her or even Bambi to be the center of over forty women all licking them all at the same time. Before the night was over, both of them had been licked, fingered, fisted, double-fisted, double-penetrated with strap-ons, and Bambi took two oversized strap-on dildoes in her ass at the same time. Barbara ended up in a kiddie pool the club owner had brought, with everyone who wanted to pissing on her. She had never done watersports before, but she ended the night a confirmed piss lover. The finale of the party, at five AM, was a forty-two woman daisy chain that snaked all around the club. The wedding ceremony the next day was a beautiful affair... all the attendees wore nothing but their skimpiest lingerie and the pastor wore only a gold-plated strap-on. And on their honeymoon, at a lesbian resort in Jamaica, things proceeded to get really wild…

Tags: Rape, underage, Lesbian relationships, prostitution, modern.

Prologue:

My name is Natalie Hawthorn, or at least for the purposes of this story it is. My name actually is Natalie, but I am using an alias for my surname, it will eventually make sense as to why. Too many people involved who I would prefer not end up in prison. I don’t really hate any of them, or those who I feel should be behind bars have a little too much dirt on my friends and family. Lesser of two evils in my opinion. I am twenty four and this story began pretty much exactly ten years ago. It was summer vacation. But it didn’t feel like vacation.
Some people stay home on their vacation, I was no different. My family didn’t have a lot of money, so when we went away, it was saving up for a few years beforehand. I remember Disney world a bit. I was eight. But I still do recall some rides here and there. Like the Teacups or the god forsaken It’s a Small World. That thing was an hour and a half of my life I will never get back. I still have PTSD from that song.
But as I said I stayed home most summers. Some days skateboarding but usually I took the chance to be lazy and watching TV. At school I ran track, and I was fast, like really fast. I won’t reveal how many state records I have as it will be a little too easy to find me, but I will say that I have at least one. That speed however did get the attention of a talent scout. It was our final meet of the year, and after getting a good four seconds between me and the next girl, i was approached. I was offered a position at a prestigious sports academy, the catch, it was literally across the country. I’m a New York girl, born and raised. The school was in California. Anyone can tell you it is far.
As I said my parents did not have a lot of money, and and the offered position was not a scholarship. You had to be good to get into the school, but it wasn’t a free ride. While this was an awesome opportunity and I was pretty excited, I also knew there was a slim chance it would come to fruition. I wasn’t expecting it to work. Even if my parents could find a way to cover tuition, it was in Cali, which meant I also needed room and board. It was not like I could just take a bus home each night and have a home cooked meal. So we were trying to think of an option that would work. I tire dto help my selling lemonade, but apparently a fourteen year old girl selling lemonade was not as cute as s ix year old doing it so I only made fifty cents, and only after Kelly offered to spike the drink.
Okay let me tell you about Kelly, She is supposed to be my brother’s girlfriend. I mean they fuck, that is not really disputed, but really she was not in love with him. She was dating him for a different reason and I will get to that in a second. Now during the summer she lived with us. This was mainly due to her parents being out of the country, claim it was business, and Kelly would pul Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

So, like many late-twenty-somethings in this economy, I find myself living with a roommate, and there are times when I legitimately loathe the man. We are actually fairly close friends, and we have a lot in common, as well as a lot of shared experience. We live in the same shitty apartment, we worked the same shitty job for years, which is how we met, and since we requested going on opposite shifts to get some time away from one another, our relationship has improved significantly. I don't truly hate the guy, but I don't spend more time than I have to with him. Fortunately, he seems to feel the same way, so we mostly just shoot the shit about wrestling, watch the pay-per-views together, and retreat to our respective rooms to get the fuck away from one another.

He's not such a bad guy in small doses, and there aren't many people who understand my love for the WWE like Paul does. He actually worked the indy circuit for a while, so we can connect on that level at least. He's still a paranoid motherfucker about money, but I pay well in advance, and we no longer split any bills except rent, electricity and internet. I may order out or he may order out, we may both even order out on the same night, but we no longer order out together. I have accepted that he will never do the dishes, he has accepted that I will never allow his drunken, virus-downloading, morbidly obese ass on my expensive office chair so he can destroy my operating system by visiting sketchy porn sites, or allow him to bum off my weed. If he wants to hit from my bowl, he needs to pitch in for the cost. On the flip side, I have accepted that I can only smoke up in my room since his daughter is over pretty much all the time. Her mother fucked off shortly after Kelly turned two. Last I'd heard, she'd gotten picked up for solicitation along with various drug charges. She wasn't up for parole for another seven years yet.

Paul was oddly clever for one so clearly controlled so exclusively by his hindbrain, but he had to take his time chewing each thought over before it was ready to be shared the way he meant it. He never forgot a thing, and he would hold on to thoughts to worry at them for hours, days, or even weeks. A grudge, he usually nursed no less than a week, and every time we argued I could count on Paul to bring up all sorts of old shit, but his ability to focus on a thought and fully break it down was impressive, and he would remember fun conversations too. He had great taste in movies, old blues and jazz and funk, and he could throw together a shockingly tasty meal with just about anything we had lying around the house. When he was sober, he could hold his own on topics close to his heart, and he made some connections that truly impressed me. Every now and then, often days or sometimes weeks after a conversation, he'd say something truly profound. He could also be really funny. Paul usually got two brilliant j Message too long. Click here to view the full text.