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Hi all. I meant to include ways of staying in touch in my last announcement post, but forgot about it due to the craziness of real life.
I'm sure at some point down the road someone will try and revive this type of forum. Or maybe some other story websites exist that I or someone else doesn't know about. Either way, the biggest gripe I had about The Black Van shutting down was how the admin team told us then immediately disabled the website to...
This is something I didn't want to ever have to do, but the time has come to admit my limitations and my mistakes. The forum is going to close in November. Here's the main reasons why:
1) While writing is a tool I use to help with my mental health, it is not the only tool I use. At this point keeping the forum alive for the sake of my mental health will end up causing more problems than relieving them. I'm also going to teach at a much larger...
Due to the forum closure and my upcoming busy schedule I have decided to not run contests or community contests. If anyone else wants to run a contest, you are of course free to do so until the forum ends on November 9th.
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One never forgets the first time. The parting of the legs, the thrill of hot pulsating flesh penetrating unwilling flesh. The cries, the tears the utter defeat, those are memories that stayed with me forever.
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Light inside Urgat’s warehouse was dim. Two flickering electro-candles illuminated a small space near the door, the rest was shrouded in shadows. Though it posed no problem for Freya’s superior eyesight. Dozens of cages filled the room, almost all holding slaves. Urgat remained at the door, flanked by his two slave-handlers, and waited as Freya strolled in. The trader always kept some treasures in the back of his shop, for the special customers....
It's 2002. What a time to be alive. The UK had broken apart a few years before. The British Isles are ruled by the Scottish-Welsh Commonwealth, Ireland, and numerous small independent English city states that are in active war against each other to be the rightful successor of the United Kingdom. Stainbourne is one of these small city states. It's just a small town on the east coast, close to the Scottish – Welsh Commonwealth boarders. The only...
He is chasing me, the burly man with the dilated pupils, high on some drug cocktail, just like the rest of the crowd that’s turning the place into a naked fuck fest. I didn’t know what this was, I just wanted to go dancing tonight
I was lying on a bare mattress, my wrists and ankles each cuffed individually to a cold metal bed frame, the steel biting into my skin. My legs were spread wide. I was completely naked. My heart struck the inside of my chest like a fist as the full shape of it settled over me. This was exactly what Wendy had lived through.
She took a deep breath, and tried to relax. He looked at her sex again. The smell was intoxicating for him.
He took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and slowly licked it.
Sofia responded with a moan, which resulted in Fabrício continuing to lick it.
What are you doing? Stop this, you perverted mammal obsessed freak- She couldn't finish her insult, as another moan escaped her lips.
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The ten young women looked anxiously around, taking in the soldiers with their shouldered rifles looking at them with keen interest, some of them leering as if mentally undressing them. Despite the sun standing high in the sky Maria felt a shiver running down her spine, those young men looked like wolves, perhaps not wolves but no less dangerous..
“Even the king’s power has limits. Wasn’t there talk about him building a chateau for her? A “Chateau de Petite Lys”. Making her a Baronne? That… that common…whore!”
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“He pinched my bottom!”
Carrie pointed from the witness box at the wicked-looking old man smirking at her from the courtroom benches. The considerable crowd murmured to themselves at this revelation, some giggling, evidently amused at the thought...
There are some lessons you can only learn by making mistakes and getting clobbered, and boxing is full of those lessons. If you can't hurt me, I can't learn!
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Teaser: Not this! Please not this! Not this! Rose-Anne screamed as she clenched her little fists where grinning slaves held her wrists and gave her body something it never thought it would experience. A Negro's forceful touch. Only her...
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I sat in my armchair facing the front door as I watched my 18 year old stepdaughter step backwards inside the house , her clutch bag over her shoulder and her shoes in her hand ...
My eye's looking up and down her body , Jess was tall and slim ,...
Morgan stretched her body, trying to work out the cramps and discomfort the 7-hour flight from New York to London had imposed on her. It had been her first flight over such a long distance, and she already had formed the opinion that having people travel for this time in economy, should be more efficient than water boarding for the purpose of enhanced interrogation.
The supervisor blew sharply into the whistle, and observed the truck to back into the loading dock. Two guards with automatic rifles took their place on the mezzanine. As the truck cam to a stop two more of his man wearing blue overalls, and heavy boots stepped briskly towards the canvas closing of the back, throwing it open. They raised the two-foot-long metal staffs with their prongs at the end and stepped swiftly inside, beginning to move the...
Lena Jorgenson was utterly miserable. She was thirsty, dirty and sweaty, the sun had been fully on her head for the last 2 hours she was getting dizzy and saw bright spots before her eyes. The medical training she had received before embarking on her mission trip to Africa told her those was the early signs of beginning sunstroke. “Well that’s something I wouldn’t have to worry about home in Stockholm” the young blonde thought. For a moment she...
Why are you helping me?
I believe you could heal my husband to make him able to have children with me
Who is your husband? I know only one person who knows I am here, and how to get here, he has not visited me for quite a while, ever since he raped me and made me give him a son... if you are his newest wife, I suggest you flee, he hates gifted elves like you I know she refers to my violet eyes, that tell that I should have powerful magic.
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Beim letzten Dokument musste sie zweimal hinschauen. Patricia „Trish“ O’Halloran. 31 Jahre. Vereinigte Staaten. Vor ihrer Zeit als Söldnerin und Spezialistin beim FBI als Hostage Rescue Team Operator. Ihr ziviles Foto zeigte eine sehr große Frau mit beeindruckender Statur. Carmen hatte noch nie eine derartige Kombination aus Muskeln und Kurven gesehen. Ihr hübsches jugendliches Gesicht stand im Kontrast zu Lucias Strenge und Kittys...
The beautiful slut came towards him now. She wasn’t as well dressed as the last victim, but she still looked fine! Her breasts looked like they were D size and perky. She had a little fat on her body, but it was the kind of fat that makes a woman look more appetizing; like you want the fat there so that you can have more body to use and abuse. He loved her short wavy blond hair as it lazily moved with a soft wind. Closer and closer she...
He let go her hair and stood up. Unbuckling his belt and sliding it from its hoops to wind it twice around his hand.
She knew what was coming but obediently waited for the words, her heart racing, skin tingling, stomach as tight as a knot.
Take position
He said it calmly. Matter of factly.
She turned her back to him, still on her knees, and bent to press her sore cheek to the floor. She reached back to draw up her skirt, presenting her bare...
“Take it all in….” I barely heard his command as I focused on the tables with different kinds of devices on them. I recognized some. I’ve dabbled in BDSM. But the others looked like they came from the medieval times, used more for pain than pleasure. It seemed I was a prisoner in someone’s red room of pain. But something didn’t fit. Amongst the torture devices were various high end cameras on mechanical arms. Why?
My heart pounds. My breathing is short and rapid, every muscle and sinew drawn tight. His aim is perfect—the bulbous head of his cock splits my tender folds, and he enters me fully in one deep, vicious thrust. Deep inside me, Philippe holds himself still. He looks down at me with a smug smile, taking a few seconds to appreciate the sight of the naked captive spread out before him, taking his huge cock all the way up her quivering cunt. .
“Please stop,” she said, voice desperate. “Please. Please. Please.” She kept moving, wriggling, writhing under him, her body refusing his every attempt to claim it, and the more she did the more he wanted her.
We stayed in each other’s arms for a while. Then Hannah spoke, “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” I looked up at her face and saw the love she had for me. “Yeah,” I said, “we’ve both been busy in different ways.” Her eyes sparkled, “Do you want to?” My body tingled, “yes.”
She stood, stretched slightly, and said “I could use a break.” The words were innocent. Her tone was the kind that made my heart leap. Hannah stepped closer to me, a small smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye. “I’ve been thinking about you all morning,” she said softly. “And I want to be with you.” Another step closer and her voice softened to barely above a whisper, “right now.”
The office was dark except for the single desk lamp, a file folder lay on the desk and a man reached out for it. The label CDF-2020-CH/005 was the only distinguishing mark on the otherwise plain looking manila folder. The man in the shadows had read it multiple times but started to leave through it again. This was his operation, his sacred mission, and he would not fail.
As failure was not an option reviewing all available data and contingencies...
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Daniel’s cries slowly became moans as he got into the sweet, satisfying sex. My fat lips kissed his face again and I pressed down harder on his body almost suffocating him with my weight. Faster and faster, our moans were now in sync with each other. Suddenly the pleasure grew more intense. I felt it build and screamed into his mouth. His cock throbbed inside of me, and the pulsating feeling was exquisite.
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Stacy stood up , and walked out of the library into the bright sunlight , she pulled down her sunglasses and started walking towards her apartment.
Male heads turned as she passed them by .
At 19 years old , she was a stunner , 5'7 tall , with a figure that...
Teaser: MAT 113 Probabilities and Statistics/Empirical Math claims yet another victim. I HATED that class.
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Endlich! Der Gipfel meines Hausbergs kommt in Sicht. Es ist warm heute und der Weg auf dem Rad hat Kraft gekostet. Oben werde ich erst mal eine Pause machen, etwas trinken und mich dann gemütlich nach unten...
Strong, dead hands grabbed the buckles on Sylvia's armor and tore them like tissue paper. She thrashed in the Shamblers' grips, trying to slip free, to no avail. She never thought she would go out trying to keep this stupid fucking armor on. The creature holding her left wrist released it and walked in front of her. She wanted to use her now-free hand to cover herself as best she could, but by some instinct she grabbed her necklace instead, and...
