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Foreword: Dear Readers, I wrote this story nearly 20 years ago. Now, thanks to my new French friend Avaro Le Banni, who searched his archive and forwarded a copy to me, I am pleased to post Bianca Paragon here. Here's part two of four parts. - Best wishes, Toxis. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ BIANCA PARAGON A Tale Of Love Perfected by TOXIS Part Two FROM MISS REGINA'S TRAINING NOTEBOOK I. DAY ONE I was retained to assist in the re-education of an involuntary she-male. The conditions for her training were clear but unusual. I was to be finished in 100 days or less. The subject, Bianca Paragon, was to meet my client's stated list of "perfect" qualities. These requirements were routine and easy. I had never had a client that had as demanded an involuntary submissiveness as the last feature. Bianca was to love, and do so obsessively, Doctor Victor Crown, my client. She had to exist only for him, think only of him, find meaning in life only through him. As a subject, Bianca presented a challenge to the behavior modification professional in effecting her transformation. She had been raised a man and would have to be reoriented in her sexual/affectional preferences. Bianca had been married in her prior life role. She would have to emotionally abandon that commitment and, ideally, come to find a close and sexual relationship with a woman disgusting. Her satisfaction must come only from men. The greatest challenge would be to channel all the interests and intellect of Bianca's mind into her lover, to blunt every other outlet and force her to constrict herself ever more severely to him. But before there could be something new, the old had to be destroyed. When I arrived, Bianca was waiting on the porch. The location was very remote, deep in the California desert. I thought she had potential to be extraordinary. She was short, maybe 5'6" and very slender. I estimated her at a Size Six with a chance to diet down to a Size Two. There was a developing bust line that was well supported by a stiffly wired bra. I think it a very good idea to get she-males, especially the forced ones, into bras as soon as they have the flesh to fill them. Her eyes were downcast. Good, all good, and when our eyes first met I could sense her fear as I inspected her. There was a softness of character, a lack of confidence. Was it the death of her personality beginning? Tomorrow, I begin with extreme figure and foot training and sexual reorientation. This will be the test of how psychically malleable Bianca is. II. DAY TEN Bianca has been posed for over two hours now. This is longer than she has ever lasted without fainting. Over the last ten days, I have laced her down from a twenty-five inch waist to a mere nineteen inches. Her heel height has climbed to a routine five inches and a training height of six. I left her laced and heeled, standing on the ten inch pedestal, otherwise naked, before the mirror. Bianca must keep her feet very still, the pedestal is only ten inches across. A slip and she tumbles down four feet. Her hair is done as is her face. She is heavily perfumed. "Bianca, do you like this?" I can feel her sigh as I massage her nipples from behind. I slowly caress the soft skin of her bottom with a feather. As I draw away, Bianca wants to follow but she doesn't dare. She could fall. "Oh yes, Miss Regina. I love it." "Would you like me to satisfy you, Bianca, give you the satisfaction you need as a woman?" Bianca nodded dreamily. I started to stroke her slightly engorged penis. "I can't hear you, Girlie. Tell me what you want." "Please, Miss Regina, don't torture me. Please let me cum, like a girl. I promise," Bianca blushed prettily as she looked at herself in the mirror. "I'll cum just like a girl if you let me". I put the dildo gag in her mouth and attached the vibrator extension to her penis. I like to keep her talking. I can reinforce the stereotypical male notion of sissydom by embarrassing admissions. But this discipline has other objectives. Every time Bianca sucked on her gag, the sensation was transmitted, somewhat, to her own member. She made no protest as I spread her asscheeks and inserted a small dildo up her rectum. It too vibrated. "I feel so good. I feel like a woman. Only a man can make a woman feel this way. My Beloved makes me excited. I want to feel his hard cock with my hands. And put his prick in my mouth, to drink every drop of his sperm. Only a man can make a woman feel this way." The tape was a random edit splice loop of 37 separate expressions of sexual desire for sex with men, of admissions of pleasure felt and love for Victor. Bianca was under the continuing influence of a mixed dosage of Haldol and Methaqualone, coupled with a mild amphetamine. The result was to blunt her feelings and cognitive process, but keep her able to focus. Bianca started to wriggle. I had noted that as orgasm approached she was less able to stay still. Images of Victor were flashed at 1/40 per second intervals. Too fast for conscious recognition, the subconscious was capable of capturing and recalling the photograph shown. I steadied Bianca as she orgasmed. Otherwise, she would have plunged off. She had become quite light. I thought a Size Two dress quite likely now. Indeed, I thought her development likely to make her too thin to be attractive. Drugged, post-orgasmic, Bianca was in a stupor as she was lowered into the isolation tank. In the last session, I moved to the new set of random expressions. "I am a girl. I have breasts and I want them to get bigger." I thought the ultimate size was too top heavy but this she-male was not intended for my resale. It's a constant problem with customized slaves. They can get so individually sculpted, mentally as well as physically, that their resale value is nil. "I think about love all the time. Someday, I will be perfect." "Girls dress for men." "Sex with a girl is disgusting." "Doctor Victor is the sexiest, most handsome man in the world". In a test this morning, it took Bianca only seven minutes to orgasm looking at a picture of her doctor. When the picture was put away, she was unable to satisfy herself without fantasizing. At this point, Bianca has begun to sacrifice her world view. She can contemplate without emotional collapse being excited by the sight of an erect penis and she is aroused herself at the thought of touching one. Stage Two requires Bianca to abandon her view of herself and crystallize a new self image as per the planned modifications. Estimates for completion, starting tomorrow, suggest completion in 45 days. III. DAY FIFTY-TWO I carefully positioned Bianca's left arm on the black satin sheet. Every fold was planned. Her eyes were fixed on the mirror above her. I would leave her this way for the next six hours. Bianca was forbidden to move, to flex so much as a muscle. She could breathe, blink, no more. Coming to this point had been, for Bianca, a several hour process. Clothing was selected, hair style and make-up decided. I had Bianca wind her platinum blonde hair into oversized rollers, but only after she had applied a triple coating of styling gel. The set would definitely hold. She laced herself into the new corset. It took her down to 18 inches but left her breasts hang free. I had to help the edges meet but Bianca, breathless, was truly cut in half. The pink lace catsuit was intentionally two sizes too small. The tight lace cut into her skin, making her flesh appear to bulge out beyond the pink patterning. Her now very big breasts were allowed to sag naturally. Size DD breasts on a Size Two petite female frame should have some support. Bianca could not keep her massive teats from spilling out of the flimsy top. Her make up was very pale with big dark eyes and frosted lips. I pointed out flat spots as she teased her hair into an enormous bouffant. On her feet were white satin ballet en point shoes, perfume, the chandelier jewelry, and last, an oversized, padded shoulder, satin jacket - a totally glamorous conceit. Bianca lay back against the pillows. I arranged her coat, her hair, perfectly. A study in lace and satin. A banner was draped across her ample chest: GIFT WRAPPED FOR MY LOVER I made to leave the room. While I was gone, a video camera behind the mirror would ensure Bianca's immobility. Music, romantic and sexual affirmations would loop unpredictably. "I'll be lonely, Miss Regina". She had the beginnings of a tear in her eye." "You will be lonely, Bianca, lonely for your true love." I made an infinitesimal adjustment to the banner. I wanted more of the fat cleavage to show. "You must be content to think about your Lover and hope that he comes to look at you," I suggested. "You've spent so much time getting ready to be looked at. It would be totally wasted if he doesn't come." "Yes, Miss, but my Beloved didn't come the last time." True, Bianca had not been scheduled for positive reinforcement of her new image prior to Day Fifty. "Then, you will have to try harder. You must want your sweetheart to come and rescue you desperately. Or else, you will be alone, useless and barren." I could barely hear her voice. Her lips barely moved but her eyes were fixed on the mirror. "Yes, Miss, I'll try very hard." I returned as scheduled. Bianca's eyes were wet. A rose, sharp with thorns, rested between her breasts, rivulets of blood trickled where thorns pierced fat flesh. The long stem had been first threaded between her teats and then, under the lace 1ycra, down past her waist. And pressed into the soft skin. More blood. Standing, Bianca went to one of the many mirrors in her room. Her small hands came first to her breasts; then, one dropped. I watched her give herself pleasure as she had been taught. "He came, Miss Regina. He visited me and he gave me this rose". Her make up, especially all the cheap mascara, was beginning to run ridiculously as Bianca cried, happy. "He wants me to be his mistress. Please, Miss, can I?" She was pathetically eager but that had been the whole point of training to date. I have trained a man to dress as a woman in a manner that would repulse a normal female, to become so passive that she cannot move without permission and to yearn for sex with one man. But I have not taught Bianca to love her suitor, not obsessively, not past all reason. Stage Two has been accomplished beyond expectations prior to schedule. In Stage Three, the training protocol requires Bianca to become Doctor Victor's ever ready Mistress and to lose her virginity to sex with men. As a starting point in Bianca's "domestication", I've enclosed a passage from Bianca's first love letter to Doctor Victor - as his Mistress. "When you walk through the door, I'll be on my knees waiting for you. My fingers will softly touch you, feel your hardness, arouse you. "My lips will ..... " In closing, Doctor Victor did have one interesting idea. As Bianca becomes an increasingly more demure she-male, why not make her compulsively look at every man's penis, wonder about its size, want to reach out and touch it. Compulsive. Anxious. Sitting next to a man, her eyes would be constantly straying to his crotch. It would be a struggle to keep her hands to herself. All in a vain search for the perfect penis. I like it. It lets me set Bianca up for her final reward. Doctor Victor. IV. DAY SEVENTY-EIGHT I have made these notes from observing the video tape. Bianca's new room was designed so that no corner is not subject to movement activated video cameras. Coverage is 24 hours a day. Bianca's room is done in cheap Fifties bordello. There is little to read. Lots of glossy magazines showing women sucking enormous cocks. Her shelves are well stocked with videos, all dealing with fellatio. The following is a typical hour spent by Bianca in her room. Bianca changed from the bra set to a white satin corset. It gives her breasts far more support although they are exposed. She likes the comfort and doesn't notice her nudity any more. When she pulled on the matching thong panties, her hand strayed over her limp penis for several minutes. She wanted an orgasm but couldn't achieve one. The necessary stimulus was missing. Aimlessly, she saunters about her room. Bianca rolls her hips with a wide, exaggerated sway. Her stilt heels and corset dictate that but she consciously helps the effect. That's the way a mistress walks. She starts the Cum Shots tape again. It's a favorite. She stands in front of the big screen. Her hand is back down her panties and, with the other, she holds a 14 inch black dildo. Bianca follows the action by indulging herself. She wants to cum terribly. The veins in her neck are prominent. Desperate, she picks up the phone. Her dildo, wet and glistening, has fallen to the floor. "Is he there?" She's still playing with herself, trying to keep her arousal alive. Bianca is dancing back and forth, one foot to the other. "He has to take the call. Tell him, please, tell him... it's Bianca." Her voice was becoming more anxious, panicky. "I'm sorry he's in a meeting but I really have to talk with him. It's personal." A hesitation, a pause as the humiliation takes hold. "No, I'm not his wife. I'm..his, uh..his mistress. You always ask me this. Why are you so mean? Can't I talk with him!" Bianca's wavy blonde hair bounces as she nods. Yes, maybe, it's so unclear. What's happening? Is she ever going to speak with HIM? She'll do whatever the person on the phone wants. Nothing matters but speaking with HIM. "Yes, I'm playing with myself. I'm playing with my clit and my nipples. I need to have him talk to me. I can't cum unless he talks to me. Please, can't you interrupt or something." Bianca's face is beet red. She calls her hormone castrated penis a clit now. She plays with it all the time. And it's the first thing I punish. A shock! A long wail. She's shuddering, violently. Babbling, she sounds insane. She's cumming, her jeweled fingers pump away. A pathetic trickle of sperm dribbles form the still flaccid penis. It stains her panties. Later, Bianca will be proud of that stain, at how passionate she is. "Yes, Ma'm. I did. My panties are totally soaked ... Yes, Ma'm. I promise not to .... And Ma'm, can I call back today?" I began Bianca's career as a mistress by having her select dildos, all kinds, and colors. Each had a name. And a special use. In her letters to her Lover, she had to refer to each by name. In her diary, she had to describe her growing ability to excite herself using each one. Slowly, she was allowed favorites. And favorite ways to use them on herself. I had Bianca pose for photos, fondling her dildos. Wish you were here. She was a mistress whose Lover never came. I gave her nothing to do, nothing to think about, nothing to say, or want or feel, except sex. Sex with men. Compulsive sex. So urgent that it didn't matter how degraded Bianca felt in obtaining her orgasm. At first, Bianca's male orientation made open fondling of her dildos awkward. In the isolation tank, I made her believe that she-males love to suck on thick, rigid pricks and beg to just to touch them. Pleasure when she did, electroshock when she balked. Once Bianca would hold a dildo, I made her carry one at all times, her other hand in her panties constantly stroking her always limp penis. I introduced her to lollipops shaped like erect penises and when she wrote her daily diary entry, she would lick the candy erection. Over a period of fifteen days, penises, erect and jutting, became the only constant fact of Bianca's life. At night, an alarm might go off suddenly. Spotlights would glare in her eyes. Frantically, Bianca would search for a dildo, any dildo, and plunge it into her mouth, pistoning for all she was worth. She masturbated too. If she was too slow, she was shocked. Only her lover could set her free. One day, he would come and take her away. He would satisfy her completely. Make her a complete woman, use her as she was meant to be used, utterly and until she was spent. As Bianca became more bored, as sex without the stimulus of her Lover became impossible, I noted that Bianca turned more hysterical in her desires. She called the "office" constantly. She confessed to her unbridled desires over the phone, she humiliated herself in countless ways to earn a moment with HIM and when she was spent, filled with self loathing and lust, she started the cycle again. I think Bianca is ready for the first experiment and her next phase. V. DAY EIGHTY FIVE Bianca is in the hotel room. I had her transported in a closed van, blindfolded. She is near collapse, waiting for her first trick. If he likes her, she will live with him. He will dress her and use her, display her to his friends, make her suck him in public if that amuses him. He called her on the phone, no warning. She was near orgasm from the first word. He wanted to meet her. Someplace discrete, someplace that catered to consenting adults. Bianca knew just the place. I had fed her the information before hand. He accepted and she hadn't been able to keep her hand out of her panties from then on. I dropped her off at the corner with instructions. The bustle of the intersection, after her enforced stillness, was a visceral shock to Bianca. Short black leather skirt, a red tube top, seamed stockings, patent heels, a little red beret, the classic streetwalker look. Bianca seemed not to mind the stares she drew or the car that stopped to solicit her. She hurried to the motel and rented the room. Inside, she would strip to her black satin panties, lock the studded dog collar around her neck and wait. Aside from a stimulant, she would be anxious beyond control, I had Bianca drug free, part of the test. Victor ignored her, setting up his video camera first. Bianca kept reaching out for him, trying to touch his penis. Her eyes were riveted to the front of his pants. Victor snapped his fingers and Bianca came to him like a dog, on her hands and knees. Kneeling before her master, Bianca touched his penis through the fabric of his pants like something would explode. Rubbing him erect, she pulled the rising member free and hurriedly fed it into her mouth. One hand fondled her Lover's scrotum, her thickly painted lips suctioned at his rock hard cock and her other hand pumped away at her own penis. From one orgasm to the next, Bianca never lost her attention on the penis. Her pleasure came as a consequence of satisfying Victor, not as an important part of the act. Victor threw her a filthy rag of a dress. Bianca quickly put it on, too small by sizes and smelling of the sewer. He clipped a leash to her collar and, camera in one hand, Bianca in the other, led her out. Victor reported to me that Bianca smiled the whole way home, her hand in her panties stroking her penis constantly. The process is nearly complete. Bianca associates all pleasure with her body. She does not think. She reacts and then only to Victor. She wants him compulsively. By Day One Hundred, she must love him like a lost soul. VI. DAY NINETY NINE The process is completed. I believe that Bianca collapsed and coalesced two days ago. Since then, she has operated in a what can best be described as a closed end loop of puppy love. Bianca was set free on a golf course. She was dressed in a tight, white hobble skirted dress and very high, spiked heels. The ground was muddy and her heels were sure to sink. Ahead of her, maybe fifty yards down a fairway, was Victor, in a cart, slowly driving away. Reflexively, Bianca began to follow. It was more than awkward; she kept sinking into the ground and her skirt made walking tedious. I had placed a small needle lined pad against her penis. She would have to torture herself to reach her goal. "Victor, Darling. It's meeehhh! It's Bee-AHHNKKA!!" Plaintively, she called out, again and again, for her Victor to stop, to let her catch up. After a mile or so, I could see a faint blood stain through the thin white cotton where her penis must be. "VICTOR. VICTOR, PLEASE STOP! I ...It's BEE-AHHNKKA!!" One fairway was wrapped around a small, figure-eight-shaped lake. At the narrows, a small landscaper's bridge connected this fairway with the next. Bianca realized that if she could navigate the bridge, she would be ahead of, catch, be with her Beloved. Bianca tentatively put a foot on the wooden span. It was narrow, a foot wide if that and steeply arched. She stepped out, away from the land, inching up to the high point. One foot was on the downstroke. Bianca was going to make it! She was looking at Victor approach. Despite the pain it caused, she touched her needle stabbed penis as if to excite herself. I triggered the remote control while she was distracted and vulnerable. We had put the bridge there. It was the first of several traps. The left support separated, letting the wooden planking slant downwards. A slide to the pond. Bianca never had a chance. One minute, she was about to finally join her romantic ideal. The next, she was falling, arms flailing, screaming, into a muddy pond. At one point, Bianca was entirely underwater. When she surfaced, she was covered in brown mud and slimy green algae. Her hair hung lankly, dripping across her face. Her wet dress was no longer gleaming white. It was mud grimed and ludicrous. Victor drove by, seemingly oblivious, unaware of Bianca's disaster. Bianca called out, tried to make Victor look at her. She climbed up the bank and staggered out onto the wide, green fairway. "VICTOR! VICTOR, COME BACK!!" She stood silent a moment and then began to cry. Slowly, she sank to her knees. The needle pad must have made this particularly painful. Her penis would require immediate medical attention. She was mumbling. I couldn't get it at first on the parabolic mike but, boosting the gain, I could make it out. "I love you, Victor. I always loved you. Please love me too. I love you. Love me, please ... " Until she was taken away, she babbled on her love, like a chant, or maybe a prayer. Bianca was broken. Her male personality had ceased to have a determining role in-her behavior and the obsessive, compulsive Bianca was now a real person. VII. PROGNOSIS Bianca's back now and in bliss. She had lunch with Victor, dressed in a blue satin dress that pulled across the bust line and hips. Victor gave her an oversized imitation diamond ring. It's bigger than a ping pong ball. Absurd. But Bianca is going to marry her true love and she cannot, on the surface, think of anything else. I think this needs caution. Bianca is a she-male and a forced one at that. I've warned Victor that the past relationship between Bianca, her past relationship with Joan the wife, is unresolved. Bianca may have abandoned any hope of being male again and may be fixated on Victor but, at some interior level, she is still conflicted as to Joan. I've made several suggestions, and based on Victor's decision, we can move forward. But ignored, Bianca will rebel and her she-male submissiveness will erode. I've turned a normal male into a quivering, romantic she-male. Victor must turn her into a wife.

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Bianca Fucks Miranda A Futanari Story Part 1

Days rolled by since I pounded Elizabeth's tight asshole, and my cock craved a hole to fuck. My pussy quivered while my futanari cock stirred in my pants. The more pussy and ass I got, the more I wanted, feeding my sex addiction. I considered calling Sara, my futa friend, but decided against it. She had a big meeting coming up tomorrow and I didn't want to bother her. I decided to call Elizabeth again, but when I did, it went straight to voicemail. She must be at work, I thought. I tried...

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Bianca Give Me Ten Minutes

Bianca always asks for that extra ten minutes to get ready to go out. Give me ten minutes with my love and... You know she takes forever to get ready. “Give me ten minutes okay,” you heard Bianca say and that was twenty minutes ago. She always looks sensational, smells good enough to eat before you get out the door. You have hooked into her in party room toilets because you just couldn’t wait to get her back home. She is so goddamn tempting in any sultry, slinky, fashionable,...

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Bianca and the AmnesiacChapter 10 Epilogue Thirteen Months Later

Checking the speed carefully and adjusting the helm, I glanced back behind the Riva. Bianca's hair had grown longer in the last year. It now streamed out behind her. She still insisted on white bikinis but was now, at fifteen and a half years old, filling them out with slightly more mature lines, yet she remained a slender, willowy girl. I watched her ride the single water-ski, holding the towrope handle with one hand, her other waving to me - the signal. She gave me a smile. I waved back,...

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Bianca Fucks Miranda A Futanari Story Part 2

"Sara! Oh gosh! What are you doing here?!" I was balls deep inside of Miranda's pussy, and even in the embarrassment of getting caught in the act, I couldn't stop myself from thrusting upwards into her. Miranda, sitting on my lap, turned beet red, and looked at Sara, who still stood in the doorway in shock. "I was just...I wanted to run some ideas for my meeting by you...but I can tell you're busy..." Sara started to back away, but through her work skirt, I could see her futa cock begin to grow...

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Bianca meets Diamico part one

I met him in Sweet Temptations. I didn't know where my friend was. She ditched me and left me drinking strawberry tequila. I was watching others dance then head to the sex rooms. I was curious as to what happened back there. I noticed him staring at me from across the room and he blushed and looked away when he realized he'd been caught. I walked over and introduced myself. "Hi. I'm Bianca. What's your name?" "I-I-I'm Diamico. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare. Would you like to dance?" "Sure."...

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Bianca meets Diamico part 3

God walked into the room and he looked pissed. I didn't know what to do so I hid behind Diamico. He walked closer to me and stopped in front of us. I was terrified and I didn't want to find out the cause of the visit. He reached out, grabbed Diamico and then flew away from the house. Teaere flew after them in a panic. Everyone else, myself included, sat there too afraid to move. I turned to look at them and as I was turning, I blacked back out. When I came to, I was in a dark room. I thought I...

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Biancas Assistant Part II

Author's Note: I want to say thanks to everyone who left such great reviews on the first chapter! It's incredible to get that much feedback on a first submission. There's a lot of build-up with this entry, hopefully the payoff is worth it. You should go back and read Part I if you haven't yet. Thanks for reading, comments are always appreciated! Bianca's Assistant by Charlene B. II. Justin and his mother pulled up to the familiar driveway of the Sinclair house. She leaned...

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Bianca and the AmnesiacChapter 3

MARCO LUCCHESE SLIPPED THE ringing cell phone from his grey silk suit pocket. "Scusi," he said softly, turning away from the small group of guests mingling in the expansive living room. He answered the call with a brusque, "Pronto." A dark cloud passed over his face. He smiled an apology to his guests and stepped out of the living room. "What happened?" he demanded, his voice lacking all civility, the smile vanishing to be replaced by hardness. "We found them in Cordoba, just as you...

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Biancas Assistant Part III

Justin awoke with a start, orange curls matted to his forehead. His body was shivering, though it was the dead of summer. She was laughing. He could still hear her laughing. His eyes darted to the clock. 3:52 AM. A few hours to go still... Justin's chest slowed and he sunk back into his sheets. Fuck. This was the third time tonight she had dropped into his dreamscape uninvited. This time he was in a cage, crouched and cowering like an animal. A crowd of people surrounded the...

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Biancas Assistant Part I

The CEO's new assistant took a deep breath as he approached his boss's office. A stylized logo, featuring a snake in the shape of the letter S and some slender whiskered creature in the form an M, was emblazoned on the glass door window. It's almost over, he told himself. Just a few more minutes of this and then the weekend will be here and you can start the next week anew. Let's get this done, Justin. He adjusted himself and checked for any loose buttons or tears in his office...

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Alexander of SpartaChapter 2

Report to the King of Sparta. B.C 481 "We must conclude that there was more then one Persian ship in our waters. When one met with disaster in the storm, the other picked up survivors and as much wreckage as it could. The shield is the only piece of wreckage that signifies Persian identity. There can be no doubt that it was a spying mission or an attempt to land agents of Persia on our soil or the soil of a neighbouring state. We cannot ignore the possibility that a neighbour may actually...

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Californie Partie 2 sur 3

Le vol dura des heures, et pourtant Maxime n'en pouvait plus d'excitation. Une heure environ avant d'arriver, il se rendit aux toilettes, et se changea pour prendre sa tenue habituelle - jean, baskets blanches, queue de cheval -. Il se sentait ? l'aise ainsi. C'?tait ainsi qu'il comptait vivre aux USA. Galvin lui avait dit que tout ?tait pr?t pour lui, et qu'il n'avait plus qu'? arriver. Son logement, son contrat de travail. Un v?hicule l'attendait ? l'a?roport et devait le conduire ? l'embarcad?re puis jusq...

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Captivating Catwoman

Sarah's husband Robert had only been away on assignment for a few weeks when he informed her that he was involved with a woman in Europe. He hoped that any legal proceedings could wait until he returned. In the meantime he instructed a lawyer to draw up papers transferring the house to her name and providing financial support for her. He said he knew she had been unhappy and hoped that she would try to move on without him. Otherwise, he was unapologetic. Sarah assured him she would be fine and...

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Lois Lane and Catwoman

Some comic characters mentioned in my stories could be the property of these respective comic book publishers, Marvel, DC, or Image. If they are being used, this a work of fictional parody. The story I posted last night was a scenario joining events from the Lois & Clark TV show and the Lois Lane comic books #70 and 71. I hope most of you remember some of the details I put out for background there. This story is derived from events in the story in LL #71. The opening paragraph...

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Gotham City by Catwoman

[ Update: Free Use World !! The main storyline will continue. Please enjoy using Catwoman's lesbian anal fetish mind control Gotham City. ] Prologue: Batgirl struggled with the nylon ropes binding her in place. They dug deep into her costume across her nips and down the crack of her pert ass. There was little else she could do. The thin ropes bound her thighs and ankles together in kneeling position. Her arms were firmly tied behind her back and those ropes were tied to the ones around her...

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Xena Versus The Spartans

It was a time of horrible raids by terrible marrauding hordes, which caused untold misery, fear and poverty in all of Pelopones. It was a time when Xena and Gabrielle were needed by all the towns, before it is too late, but she was nowhere to be found. The century before had been a good time for all, under the Cooperation Accord of Olympia, there was piece between all the polises, and Xena could concentrate on petty crime and feuding Gods. But now Xena had been on a mission in Asia for years,...

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Robin and the Catwoman

“Oh my head.” Robin whispered as he stirred awake. It took a few moments for him to fully regain consciousness. His last memory was of chasing someone across the Gotham rooftops, now he was in someone’s apartment. “I’ve been captured!” He screamed in his mind as he suddenly realized he was under restraints. Taking a deep breath, he willed himself to think calmly, just as Batman as taught him. Take stock of the situation, then form a plan of action. The room was in semi-darkness, illuminated...

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Cousins une Histoire de Famille Partie 3

Cousins - Une Histoire de Famille - partie 3 Par Loulou Note: cette histoire est pure fiction et aucun des personnages n'existe vraiment ? l'ext?rieur de ces lignes. Ne m'en veuillez pas de prendre quelques libert?s avec la r?alit?. Chapitre 12 - Rentr?e des Classes pour Chris Pour des raisons diff?rentes, les deux cousins ?taient tout aussi inquiets. Chris faisait sa rentr?e dans la l'?cole de beaut? et Sam avait mis ses nouveaux v?tements et esp?rait plaire ? Jessica. M?me s'il avait dit le contraire ? son cou...

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Paris Partie 1 sur 3

Ce jour-l?, Maxime Lamothe eu 17 ans pour la premi?re fois de sa vie. Bien s?r, il avait eu 16 ans, aussi, et 15 ans avant ?a. Mais ces ann?es-l? ?taient encore porteuses d'espoir. Il avait attendu, attendu, mais il s'?tait jur? que si ??a? ne changeait pas, il irait voir quelqu'un. Au cas o?. C'?tait maintenant. - Ecoutez, jeune homme...je ne vois rien d'anormal. Votre taille ne devrait...plus tellement changer. Vos parents ?taient d?j? petits eux aussi, apr?s tout. Mais c'est vrai, g?n?ralement...enfin....-...

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Le Retour partie 3 sur 3

Maxime resta tr?s longtemps dans un demi-coma. Ou, tout du moins, il le pensait. Des images allaient et venaient. Des personnages apparaissaient devant lui. Il ne pouvait pas voir leur visage, mais il les entendait parler. Parfois en fran?ais, parfois en anglais. Il se sentit avoir froid. Puis chaud. Puis froid ? nouveau. Et faim. Et chaud. Plusieurs fois il voulut ouvrir ses yeux, mais il n'y parvenait pas. Lorsqu'il ouvrit enfin ses yeux, il ?tait dans une chambre d'h?pital. Toute blanche, toute...

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Aria di cambiamenti Parte 3 Rachel

Note from the author: The story is in Italian as I realized it is too hard for me to keep writing in English, but I will probably translate it later on. ---------------------------- Capitolo 3: Rachel Matt sedeva al tavolo della cucina di Steve. Una massa indistinta di capelli viola le ondeggiava davanti al viso ogni volta che si muoveva. Indossava ancora il pigiama prestatole da Chelsea. "Non riesco proprio a credere di aver avuto bisogno di un...

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Confessions of a Catwoman

CONFESSIONS OF A CAT WOMAN By Natalie Wilde Someone once said that the life changing events will not come when you expect them but rather will sideswipe you on a Friday at 3 in the afternoon. Well for me that was true, except it was Thursday. And what seemed like a normal October afternoon would soon have major implications. I am writing this, as way to try and make sense of the things that have happened to me and how my life...

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Cousins une Histoire de Famille Partie 5

Cousins - Une Histoire de Famille - partie 5 Par Loulou Note : cette histoire est pure fiction et aucun des personnages n'existe vraiment ? l'ext?rieur de ces lignes. Ne m'en veuillez pas de prendre quelques libert?s avec la r?alit?. Chapitre 21 - Une jolie secr?taire Sam se r?veilla en pensant que jamais il n'avait si bien dormi. Comme Chris dormait encore, il prit son petit d?jeuner en silence. Quand il entendit Chris arriver derri?re lui, Sam leva la t?te pour recevoir un baiser. "Sammy, tu as l'air...

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The Railway Compartment Part Two

(Continued from Part One) Before I had an opportunity for any further thought, the girl reached down and unpopped the third and final button of her shorts. A clearer vision emerged of the sexy little panties she wore underneath. She looked over at me again. I stayed very calm on the outside but in my mind I was drooling like an idiot. By this time I had a powerful erection inside the loose fitting combat trousers I was wearing. No doubt it had been there a while but was only now registering in...

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Driftwood

I created that dramatic face of red lipstick and smoky eyes in the mirror. Grabbed my bag and went. As I walked out the house, across the street and tottered up the alley the rain started to flood the passage way. It only took twenty minutes in the cab but I knew that by the end of the night this was going to be the longest time I had sat down between Molly and her partner James and not spoken a word. It was always awkward in a cab with those two. Molly would have to at any given moment...

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Driftwood

Introduction: Part 1. Black tutu, silk stockings, 6 inch heels and the skimpiest bra I could find. I couldnt be arsed with knickers they would only get ripped off and lost forever. I didnt want to loose any of my sexy clothes they werent designer but they were mine. Silk handbag with the essentials in it. I created that dramatic face of red lipstick and smoky eyes in the mirror. Grabbed my bag and went. As I walked out the house, across the street and tottered up the alley the rain started to...

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Introduceing the Spartan Spitter

Introduction: Ron Popeil offers a new invention called The Spartan Spitter. Introducing the Spartan Spitter Story: #25 Copyright 2005 Written: February 06 2005 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: Piasa_Troll Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ********************************************************************** Imagine yourself sitting in your favorite easy chair, nagging wife finally went to bed, or those unruly daughters disregarded your rules and ran out again,...

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Introduceing the Spartan Spitter

Story: #25 Copyright ©2005 Written: February 06 2005 A story By: KaosAngel Proofed by: Piasa_Troll Please send any comments about this story to ([email protected]) ********************************************************************** Imagine yourself sitting in your favorite easy chair, nagging wife finally went to bed, or those unruly daughter's disregarded your rules and ran out again, you wish there was some way to spit and process them without spending a fortune, flipping...

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Escapadinha no Douro Parte 3

Parte 3- Boa! Exclamou o J, que logo se refreou um pouco perante a minha quase indiferença.- Excelente ideia I, concordou o P, e como temos pouca roupa em cima de nós acaba num instante. Risos.- Não sei não…disse eu, tentando reverter a decisão que parecia tomada.- Qual é o problema? De qualquer forma já nos vimos todos nuzinhos hoje à tarde! Argumentou o J.Estava-se mesmo a ver onde eles nos queriam levar, mas perante tanta insistência e concordância, não seria eu a estragar o barato. Tb era...

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PARTE DE MI DIARIO

7 de octubre 2017ESTEBAN, DAVID, MIGUELDurante el día fui hacer compras para mi casa y fui a vitriniar en un centro comercial, luego en la tarde me puse a ver una película con Denzel Washington y Marc Anthony sobre un secuestro, no pude ver el final ya que me dormí, lastima pero sabía que con la dormida tendría más energía para la noche.Me aliste para salir sola, me entro la idea durante la semana, una ducha y loción corporal para estar deliciosa. Salí bastante sexy para provocar, fui a un...

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Historia 8 La Cita 2 Parte

Después de lo que había pasado en el hotel aquel, no podía quitarme de la cabeza lo ocurrido.Antes de salir de la habitación me había dado un pequeño papel con la dirección de su trabajo y el número de teléfono.Había pasado ya casi un mes cuando encontré esa nota guardada en mi cajón entre mi ropa anterior, la saque y no pude evitar sentir que mi respiración se agito recordando de nuevo aquella verga en mis labios entrando y saliendo, sus venas marcadas.Cargue la nota entre mis libros unos días...

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GRAN BEL PASTICCIO parte 1

GRAN BEL PASTICCIO -parte 1Una serata andata male!?!Dipende dai punti di vista... vediamo un poco. Dal mio punto di vista, beh... si!Appuntamento alle 21.30.Auto lustra e con pieno.Agghindato come un albero di Natale.Arrapato come...Lei mora, occhi verdi, un poco a mandorla, bella al naturale, un seno proporzionato con due capezzoli che dietro al costume erano sempre turgidi, fianchi perfetti, alti e stretti, ginocchia esili ed ossute, caviglie sottili, glutei da bralilera, ballerina ed...

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Compartments

Ships, particularly warships, have watertight compartments to stop internal flooding from torpedoes, bombs, or other hull damage to the ship. Sailors slam the heavy steel doors (hatches) shut and seal them tight, also known as dogging the hatches. This keeps the ship afloat during times of crisis.Military people, particularly those who have seen combat, also have compartments. When you’re flying off of your leader’s wing (who is also your best friend) and he gets blown out of the sky and you...

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Compartments

(C) Mojavejoe420 2020 Ships, particularly warships, have watertight compartments to stop internal flooding from torpedoes, bombs, or other hull damage to the ship. Sailors slam the heavy steel doors (hatches) shut and seal them tight, also known as dogging the hatches. This keeps the ship afloat during times of crisis. Military people, particularly those who have seen combat, also have compartments. When you’re flying off of your leader’s wing (who is also your best friend) and he gets...

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Tim The Teenage MCPart X 3 Threesomes and Twosomes

"Tim, I want to ask you something," Suzi started before our third hour class a week later. "But you have to promise me you will tell me the truth about how you feel about it." "Shit. This doesn't sound like I want to hear it, but okay. I promise. You want to go someplace private?" "Uhm, yeah. I can't get this out of my head. Let's go upstairs." Nobody noticed us leave as the tardy bell rang, nor did the few people passing notice us holding hands climbing the stairs. She was...

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Lenfance DAlex Partie 1

Note de l'auteur: vous trouverez dans ce chapitre et dans les suivants, quelques tranches de vie de l'enfance d'Alexandre. Ces petites histoires, qui se d?roulent entre 10 et 15 ans environ, permettront d'accompagner Alexandre dans la d?couverte de sa vraie personnalit?. L'enfance d'Alex - Partie 1 Arriv?e... La nouvelle maison ------------------------ Victor Martis n'?tais pas m?content de quitter cet appartement qui commen?ait ? ?tre trop petit pour eux trois... Il savait qu'Alexandre serait ...

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Cousins une Histoire de Famille Partie 4

Cousins - Une Histoire de Famille - partie 4 Par Loulou Note : cette histoire est pure fiction et aucun des personnages n'existe vraiment ? l'ext?rieur de ces lignes. Ne m'en veuillez pas de prendre quelques libert?s avec la r?alit?. Chapitre 17 - Nouveau look Assise ? son bureau, Jessica se demanda comment Sam serait habill? ce lundi matin, elle trouvait qu'il avait un gout tr?s s?r pour coordonner ses v?tements. Il avait tellement chang? depuis trois semaines qu'elle se demandait si c'?tait bien le m?me ...

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Cousins une Histoire de Famille Partie 6

Cousins - Une Histoire de Famille - partie 6 Par Loulou Note : cette histoire est pure fiction et aucun des personnages n'existe vraiment ? l'ext?rieur de ces lignes. Ne m'en veuillez pas de prendre quelques libert?s avec la r?alit?. ***** Chapitre 23 - Un matin enchant? Sam eut toutes les peines du monde ? ouvrir les yeux et de plus, il avait une affreuse migraine. Il regarda autour de lui mais pas moyen de se rappeler comment il ?tait venu jusqu'? sa chambre. Quel jour d?j?? Ah oui, samedi... il a...

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Cousins une Histoire de Famille Partie 7

Cousins - Une Histoire de Famille - partie 7 Par Loulou Note: cette histoire est pure fiction et aucun des personnages n'existe vraiment ? l'ext?rieur de ces lignes. Ne m'en veuillez pas de prendre quelques libert?s avec la r?alit?. Chapitre 25 - M?tamorphose Comme maintenant tous les matins, Sam se r?veilla dans le lit de son cousin et la nuit avait ?t? encore une fois merveilleuse. Il sourit et l'embrassa pour le r?veiller. "Chris, c'est d?j? lundi, il faut se lever." Chris ouvrit p?niblement les ye...

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Cousins une Histoire de Famille Partie 8

Cousins - Une Histoire de Famille - partie 8 Par Loulou Note: cette histoire est pure fiction et aucun des personnages n'existe vraiment ? l'ext?rieur de ces lignes. Ne m'en veuillez pas de prendre quelques libert?s avec la r?alit?. ***** Chapitre 29 - La Nouvelle Fille de l'Agence Le soir venu, Samantha rentra chez elle et attendit impatiemment Kathy. Quand elle arriva, elle trouva Sam si adorable dans son ensemble rose bonbon qu'elle ne put r?sister ? la tentation de la caresser. Comme Chris...

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