Fantasm

Flashes of Lightning

Flashes of Lightning On the surface everything seemed perfect. The four men were wearing black robes and chanting. There was a virgin tied down to the center of the circle. Her ankles were tied down to a hook in the cement floor, and her wrists were tied each to another hook in the floor. It was a nice effect. Her belly shirt, naval tattoos and skirt framed the clear glass saucer nicely. In the candle light her largish breasts and thin face were quite pleasing to the eye. Even the symbols on the floor and the way she was held in a gentle ‘Y’ shape were sexy in their own way. Unfortunately, a nice effect was not what they were going for. They were attempting to summon a demon with a name that they couldn’t …

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Battles

She stood there, breathless, sweat running off her face and dripping down the front of her soaked shirt. Was she breathless from the workout, or was it because of who she was working out with? She took a moment and looked him over. He’d finally broken a sweat, but he wasn’t nearly as winded as she was. She noticed as she watched him closer that he was breathing heavily. But why? Could he feel the tension, or was it all in her mind? Was he looking her over the same way she was looking at him? Still catching her breath and wiping her face, neck, and chest with a towel, she let her mind wander. It wandered to his sweaty body against hers, up against a wall, pinning her there as his hands ravaged her …

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Sonic the Rapist

Sonic and Knuckles made sure that their guns were well hidden before entering Tails’ house. Upon entering they were greeted by Mama Tails. “Oh hello sweeties! Thank you so much for taking care of my little baby while you fought off that mean old nasty Dr. Eggman!” I can’t wait to see my cum mix with your tears you worthless cunt… Sonic thought to himself but only said, “No problem lady.” They sat down for dinner and Tails soon came downstairs playing with a toy train, spinning and laughing all the way. He noticed Sonic and Knuckles and ran over to hug them both around the neck. During the hug Knuckles and Sonic both wanted to maim him severely for being such a little faggot, but they knew they would at least get some free …

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creepypasta fun

now this is my first attempt at writing anything at all really so suggestions would be useful I hope you enjoy I woke up like it was any other morning I pulled the sheets away from my body but when the sun hit my arms I noticed the blood and cuts everywhere I knew I had cut my arm last night but nowhere near that bad “oh well I guess that’s what happens when you sleep with all these knifes” I say to myself as I pick up one of the knifes that is poking me in the leg and throw it at the stupid Justin Bieber poster that I’m to lazy to rip of the wall I get up and put on my favourite black jumper and black sweat pants that I always wear …

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Big Boy

Big Boy suspected that he was a butt of an elaborate joke.He was angry and desperately wanted to cut someone’s head off. He thought he knew who had initiated the joke, but wasn’t absolutely sure. And what if he was sure? That man was doing what he wanted; he was the boss after all. Big Boy was 6’10’’ tall and weighed more than 300 pounds, most of which muscles. Until ten years ago he was a professional weightlifter but his results were not very good, maybe because he wasn’t patient in his training. He just hated working hard and that was by nature. So he became a bodyguard of one of the richest people in the neighborhood. On the whole the boss treated him well but sometimes joked with him. The case was obviously the …

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Harry Potter and the Dark Princess: part 01 ( Rewritten)

Harry Potter and the Dark Princess . Seven days after the death of the dark lord Voldemort, in the headmasters office in Hogwarts school of wizardry, a conversation takes place. “Has she made a move yet ?” “No not yet, she remains where she has been .” “After all this , and she still doesn’t choose to act ?” “It appears that she did not think the time was right to reveal her self .” “And what about Harry? Do we tell him about her ?” “Harry played his part my dear Minerva we do not ask anymore of him .” “But doesn’t he have the right to know ?” “Maybe Harry has a part to play we do not know, we knew what was coming because of the prophecy. But what the future holds …

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Terror in the Snowstorm – Final Capter

I had showered, dressed, and gone to the base of the stairwell to Tara’s rooms before breakfast. There were enough paintings, sculptures, and antiques to look at that I could hang out there and not look suspicious, but I was worried. I needed to talk to Tara before we met up with her parents. About fifteen minutes before breakfast was to be served, Tara came down the steps. I motioned her to follow me as I headed for the recreation area. As soon as we were out of range of the servants who were beginning their daily duties, Tara grabbed me and kissed me passionately, smashing her wonderful breasts into my chest and clutching my ass to grind her mound against me. She almost made me forget what I had to say. “Tara, are we …

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Weird Tales, Succubus. Part 2.

It was all a dream, it was one of the most intense dreams I had ever had, I was all sweaty from it but something was wrong, my eye started to focus I had woken in my bed, but not in my room, I shook my head still my bed but not my room. It was a stone walled room it reminded me of a castle turreted room from some fantasy story, was I still dreaming I heard a moan and grown as something was waking up next to me, I looked; it was Lilly the ebony beauty she was by my side. “Hello how are you?” she asked sleepily. “Where the hell am I?” fear running through me why have I not woken up yet I thought. She got up her hair now only …

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Boogeyman

It was midnight when she started screaming. Ellen groaned. Stephen sat up but she grabbed his arm. “No!” she said. “We agreed.” “Honey, for God’s sake listen to her. She’s terrified!” Ellen turned on the beside lamp. “I don’t care. She has to learn. If you go in there it’ll be like every other night. You’ll look under the bed and in the closet and tell her nothing is there and then in two hours she’ll start again.” Sarah’s screams became higher and more frantic Stephen threw up his hands. “What do you suggest, we just sit here and listen?” “If that’s what it takes,” Ellen said. “We have to start drawing lines.” Stephen glared at the door. Ellen could feel him shaking. She touched his shoulder but he pushed her hand away. Sarah was …

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fucking my best friend_(3)

*MeanBitch* Fantasm, Anal, Dark fiction Author’s infos Gender: N/A    Age: N/A    Location: Earth Posted Sun 29th of May 2016 Report Font size : – + Introduction: Harlyn is a small town girl with a kink for her best friend, who has called her to go out since her boyfriend broke up with her.

Requiem – Chapter 2

I am Alive. Opening my eyes, I find myself in a clean room. Machines beeping monitoring me. I close my eyes and focus on the magic. Pulling it into my body slowly I focus it into healing. I fall back into the darkness as the magic takes over. Waking up again I feel different. Opening my eyes, I find myself in a tank of some kind. Held up and surrounded by a greenish goo. Whatever the fluid is, it is helping the magic and my nannites heal my wounds. I look down and see my legs slowly re-growing. My arm is fixed and there are no more holes in my chest. So I relax and draw more magic filling myself to the brim. Then it hits me the feeling. I am the last mage, so …

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In the Night_(0)

In to the night My name Cacaan. I’m 22 years old. I live in a very small town where I’m very will known. I’m 5″7, 146 pounds, jet black hair,a set of full lips, 48C tits, a firm fat ass, deep hazel eyes with a killer body but you would never get the chance to see it because of the clothes I wear.  I’m in to that gothic shit, I wear black sweaters, black t-shirts and black skinny jeans 24/7. That just me. It the way I deal with my past.  When I was 8 years old, I witness my parents murder. Everybody said it was a blessing I was alive but I didn’t feel that way. Everyday I wish I died with my family that day. An because of this I’m a loner, I …

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Mom and Son-1.

written as the boy I am a 16 year old guy. I had never thought of my mom in a lustful, incestuous way before. I am not saying my mom is not attractive; she is very attractive, very nice figure, long red hair and small tits. My dad bought my mom a boob job for her 40th birthday. It was a huge shock when my mom came home from her surgery with huge tits! She went as big as she could go which had to be a D-cup. Now I found myself checking my mom out! At first it was just staring at her tits then I began to develop a desire to see my own mom topless. I actually sneaked into her room and secretly got a picture of her in her bra and …

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Slowly, Slowly

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of …

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Robert’s Teacher

Robert Jordan walked into his classroom and it was curiously quiet. The teacher sat at her desk quietly not facing the class. There were about 12 desks in the room. Each was clear except for a single black blindfold that was placed into the middle of each desk. The students, about 50% girls and 50% boys sat nervously in their seats. Robert took the last remaining seat, sitting towards the back of the room. As soon as he sat down, the teacher got up and closed the door. “Welcome everyone!” she announced. “This class is Sex 101”. The kids in the classroom giggled a little bit. “There are 3 things you must know in this class: #1) No condoms allowed. #2) You must follow the rules. #3) You do not want to break the rules. …

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Blond Hair.

“Nine A.M. and I’m already thinking about sex. And on Sunday fucking morning, for fucks sake! Something is bad wrong with me, bad wrong.” Ben thought to himself, as he buttoned his dress shirt for church. He wasn’t a religious man at all, and went to church for the sole purpose of meeting and being with his friends. Living in the southern “Bible Belt”, it’s hard to have friends and also not be a Christian. “It is only a short drive to church, and the service only lasts an hour and a half. Besides, all the guys will gripe at me all day tomorrow if I don’t go to church.” Ben was a short man, but strong. He was 26 at the time, but had worked in construction since he was 16 years old, and …

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Bk 2, Ch 6: After Party

The problem, I reflected, was always bodies. Sub-Commander Bernette had quickly explained the situation to her warriors. Subdued but nonetheless motivated by the desire to help their fallen comrades, the surviving Arkadians quickly surrendered their weapons and formed teams to assist the wounded. None moved to escape. But motivation was not enough. So few survivors were forced to sort, move, and care for so many wounded. About three hundred fifty Arkadians surrendered, including two dozen oarsmen that had jumped ship and now bobbed in the water or splashed ashore. Many of those captured were injured themselves, able to run and retreat but unable to help lift bodies. Across the battlefield in the span of an hour, the blood of over seven hundred of their comrades had been spilt. The wounded were innumerable. The dead lay …

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midnight slave_(0)

I was a dark 16 year old girl. I really hated everone around me. My name is rose, and i live in New york City. I have long black hair and i am very white. I was 5″6. But i tend to where high heals so i was walss a taller then most girls my age. And last i am a sex slave. One late night i got in a huge fight with my mom and i stormed out of the apartment. It was pouring out side at the time I was whereing really short black shorts with long black stoking that go up to the middle of my thigh with long black high heal boots. I was whereing a black corset with red strings. And sence it was could out a black drench coat. …

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Till Death

“All extremes of feeling are allied with madness.” -Virginia Woolf, “Orlando” *** It was sundown. The carriage reached the cottage on the cliffs. Porphyria followed the path to the door, but hesitated before knocking. Maybe I should go back, she thought. Maybe I should just throw myself off the cliffs instead. That would be better. But she knocked, and when the door opened she went in without waiting to be invited or greeted. She had to duck a bit to fit through the doorframe. She was a great, tall woman, with strong arms and broad shoulders and a hard face, but she was often called beautiful. (A duke wrote a sonnet about her hair two seasons ago. She called the verses “quaint.”) Hester was wiping flour—covered fingers on her apron. She was small and fine, …

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The Hunt (PART ONE)

I wish I were a talented author, so that I could truly describe the beauty of the girl who sat so very close to me, at the library. However, I am only a librarian with a journal so I will do my best. Let me start with her hair;Shirly-temple curls that twirled down to her shoulders, a shining chesnut, complete with a tiny pink bow at the side, holding the cascade of locks into place. The hair framed a decidedly heart-shaped, with a pronounced round little chin. Her features were so perfect, so fragile and perfectly crafted that she could have been a large china-doll, right down to her plump ruby lips. What was different from a china doll, were her eyes. Her rounded and youthful child’s face held the very sultry, very sexual eyes …

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