tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85477401629243008422024-02-20T06:09:03.940-08:00Smutty FootnotesThe dirty pleasures of the written wordBulgroz The Thirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02669596316603884270noreply@blogger.comBlogger285125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547740162924300842.post-86684310124241048492016-11-06T23:03:00.000-08:002016-11-06T23:03:32.459-08:00UpdateHi gang! Sorry for the silence. The computer at home went kaput, and my old backup laptop couldn't quite run a browser that can handle the Blogger platform. I managed to rig up something up, after a fashion, but I still can't comment on my own blog.<br />
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As far as the question that's on most everyone's mind: I'm almost done with the next installment. Update should be coming in the coming weeks. Stay tuned!<br />
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In the mean time, I've accumulated a bunch of interesting stories, at least from my perverted perspective. <br />
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Let's start slow. Over at the EMCSA, we have <a href="http://www.mcstories.com/MyNewGirlfriendIceBear/index.html"><i>My New Girlfriend</i></a>, by <a href="http://www.mcstories.com/Authors/Ice-Bear.html">Ice Bear</a>: “Drew has a little trouble understanding why his hot new girlfriend Courtney goes to such extremes to please him.” Well paced, with some wonderful set pieces and hot sex. And of course, mysterious mind control, and a somewhat befuddled protagonist.<br />
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Over at Literotica, we have <a href="https://www.literotica.com/s/tormenting-tina-pt-01"><i>Tormenting Tina</i></a>, by <a href="https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1027473&page=submissions">JericoKnight</a>: “An 18-year-old enslaves his history teacher.” Blackmailed teacher — a time-tested trope. This teacher seems to enjoy it, though. <br />
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Finally, a weirdly over-the-top long meandering story, that someone reminded me existed, <a href="https://www.literotica.com/s/mother-in-law-cannot-resist"><i>Mother in Law Cannot Resist</i></a> by <a href="https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1478074&page=submissions">MILowner</a>: “Fiona tries to resist her son-in-law's cock but cannot.” This story is not particularly well written, yet it keeps calling me back over and over again. A blackmailed and humiliated woman, who nevertheless cannot help herself. The thing with this story is that while it is linear, the various chapters are scattered about the author's page in alphabetical order. Enough to drive one nuts. But if you go by publication dates, you can restore the appropriate order.<br />
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Bulgroz The Thirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02669596316603884270noreply@blogger.com102tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547740162924300842.post-79006868830706193332016-08-28T07:37:00.000-07:002016-08-28T07:37:30.188-07:00New Story: The Adjusters #66Here is the latest installment of <i>The Adjusters</i> and the end of Book VI, “Los Angeles, Aftermath", wherein Daniel gets a reward of a sort for his success in Los Angeles.<br />
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As usual, comments welcome.<br />
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I'll also remind you that we have a <a href="http://smuttyfootnotes.blogspot.com/2011/03/adjusters-speculation-thread.html">Speculation Thread</a> available for general discussion. (A thread which I read but do not comment on.)<br />
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<i><b>The Adjusters #66 - Los Angeles, Aftermath</b><br />
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“So how’s everything?” asked Elizabeth Parkinson—who liked to be called Betty—smiling her usual affable smile, relaxed behind her desk, the consummate HR professional. “I heard you did very well in Los Angeles on an team assignment that turned into a solo assignment.”<br />
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Daniel Malcolm nodded. “Not a lot of secrets around here, are there?”<br />
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If Betty picked up on the sarcasm, she did not let on. “Oh, quite the contrary. There are lots of secrets around here. Security is paramount at ADCorp, as I’m sure you’re starting to appreciate. With some of the sensitive materials we have, it only makes sense.”<br />
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Daniel was curious. “Actually, if you don’t mind the question, do you actually know what those sensitive materials are? Do you know what my assignment involved back in Los Angeles?”<br />
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Elizabeth smiled, and shook her head. “I don’t. I don’t have the security clearance. And if you tell me anything about your own work, I’d have to report you, so please don’t.”<br />
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Then again, Daniel thought, if she knew anything and the fact that she did was itself classified, then she would have to say that, didn’t she? Daniel, you’re becoming paranoid. He could practically hear Sam O’Neill’s grumpy response in his head: Good!</i><br />
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Next month: the start of Book VII, <i>The House of the Rising Sun</i>.Bulgroz The Thirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02669596316603884270noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547740162924300842.post-44568818157844276302016-08-07T21:44:00.001-07:002016-08-07T21:44:08.722-07:00A bunch of stories on Lush Stories<i>Writing Journal:</i> As I mentioned in a comment earlier this week, I'm still writing. It's just a little bit all over the place. Don't give up on me just yet :) On the plus side, I've taken advantage of the fact that I can't string sentences together to make sure I know the rest of <i>The Adjusters</i>'s storyline. Looks like Book XI will be the last one. And the next book will be called <i>The House of the Rising Sun</i>. I'm actually looking forward to it! Now I just need to finish the last 4000 words of Book VI...<br />
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<a href="https://www.lushstories.com/">Lush Stories</a> is a site that I visit infrequently, mainly because it's difficult for me to find the stories I enjoy within. But once in a while, I take a deep dive, and come up with enjoyable tales. Here's the result of my latest foray. Mostly wife-sharing related, but not exclusively. Also, multi-part stories, because that's always what I prefer. <br />
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<i><a href="https://www.lushstories.com/stories/fantasy-scifi/the-chain-link-1a-1.aspx">The Chain Link</a></i>, by PervyStoryteller: “A mysterious figurine and the lure of experiencing his deepest sexual desires". Interesting idea, a sort of fantasy-enabling chain letter.<br />
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<i><a href="https://www.lushstories.com/stories/wife-lovers/dirty-little-secrets-1-performing-for.aspx">Dirty Little Secrets</a></i>, by PervyStoryteller: “A wife shares her dirty little secret.” The description doesn't say much, but it's a wife that puts on sexy shows on webcam for her husband while he's traveling, and discovers that she has a voyeur perving on her. And she doesn't dislike it.<br />
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<i><a href="https://www.lushstories.com/stories/reluctance/erika-the-sex-slave-chapter-1.aspx">Erika the Sex Slave</a></i> by HotStuffPriya: “18 year old college student Erika becomes a sex slave.” What it says on the tin. No deep psychological characterization in this one: it's sex, sex, sex.<br />
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<i><a href="https://www.lushstories.com/stories/exhibitionism/wife-discovers-erotic-photography-.aspx">Wife Discovers Erotic Photography</a></i> by TuWatchu: “Wife agrees to pose for boudoir photographs.” Your typical wife-gets-her-eyes-opened-and-her-sexual-horizons-expanded-while-the-hubby-enjoys story. Fun sex scenes. <br />
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<i><a href="https://www.lushstories.com/stories/cuckold/his-wife-my-toy-part-1.aspx">His Wife, My Toy</a></i> by PervyStoryteller: “Your wife’s my plaything now, and I don’t let anybody else touch my toys unless I say so.” Not as rough and extreme as I like stories with that setup (and title!) to be, but still pleasurable when you're in the right mood.<br />
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Bulgroz The Thirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02669596316603884270noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547740162924300842.post-31910347122847934562016-05-30T17:47:00.000-07:002016-05-30T17:47:04.816-07:00Three StoriesDropping in for a second to say hello, to let you know that everything is fine, and to let you know that <i>The Adjusters</i> #66, the epilogue to Book VI, is coming soon. I'm sorry I've been an absentee landlord lately. <br />
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Nothing much caught my attention story-wise these last few weeks, as my mind's been a bit elsewhere, but the following stood out from the lot.<br />
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<a href="https://www.literotica.com/s/orc-dominion-elfin-descent-ch-01"><i>Elfin Descent</i></a> by <a href="https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1824426&page=submissions">Orc Dominion</a>: “The orc prince plans and the elf princess sets out.” I'm generally not particularly attracted by fantasy-based smut. I'm not sure why. Might have to do with low exposure, and not finding anything that especially calls to me. But this one has a nice little corruption arc to it that struck my fancy. Plus, Elf princesses!<br />
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<a href="https://www.literotica.com/s/playing-along"><i>Playing Along</i></a> by <a href="https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=2183791&page=submissions">Gina_B_33</a>: “Classy wife steps out on the wild side.” Wife overhears her husband wanting to see her be wilder, and she keeps pushing the envelope, and he lets her. Fun little story.<br />
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<a href="https://www.literotica.com/s/taming-a-bitch-and-beyond-ch-01"><i>Taming a Bitch and Beyond</i></a> by <a href="https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1266782&page=submissions">Wetwordmixer</a>: “Sexual adventures of a couple as they explore their desires.” Okay, this is a weird one. I'm not entirely entirely sure what's going on in it, because the structure is a bit nebulous and the writing is... not bad necessarily, just... wildly idiosyncratic? But there are a couple of scenes, especially in the later chapters, that are pretty hot.<br />
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Bulgroz The Thirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02669596316603884270noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547740162924300842.post-81625688325002613422016-04-23T10:19:00.000-07:002016-04-23T10:19:38.762-07:00New Story: The Adjusters #65<i>(Rumors of my death have been greatly exaggerated. Rumors of my inability to get editing done in a timely fashion, however? Right on.)</i><br />
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Here is April's installment of <i>The Adjusters</i>, “Los Angeles, Part 4", wherein Daniel and Cindy close the case.<br />
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As usual, comments welcome.<br />
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I'll also remind you that we have a <a href="http://smuttyfootnotes.blogspot.com/2011/03/adjusters-speculation-thread.html">Speculation Thread</a> available for general discussion. (A thread which I read but do not comment on.)<br />
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<i><b>The Adjusters #65 - Los Angeles, Part 4</b><br />
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"So what's the plan again?” Cindy Caprese asked, her voice sounding petulant over the phone.<br />
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"The plan is that I stay here and wait for Fairbank, and you stay in the car and if there's any hint of trouble, you tell Brisecoeur to send in the cavalry." Daniel Malcolm repeated for the third time that evening.<br />
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Cindy knew the plan well—her asking about it was merely to emphasize for Daniel’s benefit that she did not like it one bit.<br />
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"And remind me why I'm down here and why you're up there?" she asked.<br />
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"Because it's not your job to put yourself in danger, and I don't want anything to happen to you."<br />
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"That's selfish."<br />
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"Tough."<br />
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"And that's mean."<br />
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"Boo hoo. Non-negotiable, Cin."<br />
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"You'll pay for this later."<br />
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That banter with Cindy told Daniel that she was not really upset, which was good. He really did not want her to get in harm's way. One did not need to be a trained psychologist to understand why: he had lost too many friends already.</i><br />
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Next month (the Muses of Creation willing): <i>Los Angeles, Aftermath</i>.Bulgroz The Thirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02669596316603884270noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547740162924300842.post-14872802447908623382016-03-16T20:36:00.000-07:002016-03-16T20:36:24.292-07:00Update<i>The Adjusters</i> #65 is getting delayed a bit because I'm rewriting a scene — I wasn't happy with how it was flowing, and I'm not sure it quite fit psychologically. (Yeah, I worry about those things...) But I think I have a fix for it, which should make it not only better but also easier for the story to segue into the next books. <br />
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In the mean time, have a look at <i><a href="https://www.literotica.com/s/ashleys-campaign-ch-01">Ashley's Campaign</a></i> by <a href="https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=2075615&page=submissions">Loerics</a>: “How far will Ashley go to beat her rival?” Some nice scenes in the first five chapters, but things really kick off in chapter 6, where it turns dark quickly. <br />
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Ebook-wise, I've enjoyed <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Kirsten-McCurran/e/B004ZV1SF6/">Kirsten McCurran</a>'s series <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hot-Dates-Becoming-Shared-Wife-ebook/dp/B00L9L8NDA">Hot Dates: Becoming a Shared Wife</a></i>, and <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Hot-Dates-Living-Shared-Wife-ebook/dp/B00WC3SRT4/">Hot Dates 2: Living as a Shared Wife</a></i>. Well written, and nice ramp up of the heat and the sex. It's up there with the good stuff in shared-wife smut land. <br />
Bulgroz The Thirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02669596316603884270noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547740162924300842.post-75644507995489189802016-02-28T13:57:00.000-08:002016-02-28T13:57:09.130-08:00More interactive games<i>Writing Journal:</i> Progress has been good on <i>The Adjusters</i> #65. Now that I know what Book VI is all about—a realization that struck me two weeks ago—it's going a lot faster. I will not have it ready by March 1st, but should be done by next weekend. Then the conclusion of Book VI, and then on to Jenn to see how she's faring at the House of the Rising Sun.<br />
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I've actually been following a few interesting stories here and there, but I'll keep those for the next blog post, and instead point out a couple of interactive stories/games you should be aware of.<br />
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I came across this one practically by accident, but it's actually pretty good. <a href="http://www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/Pyorgara/398129/Corrupting-priestess"><i>Corrupting the Princess</i></a>. As the author says: “You play as Marcus, a very successful businessman that is about to foreclose on a church when a very tempting offer is dropped in his laps by Aliane, the gorgeous high priestess.” I'll let you guess what the offer is.<br />
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Fugue has an ongoing interactive story that he's been giving previews for, <a href="http://www.fuguetales.com/DollarsAndSins.html"><i>Dollars and Sins</i></a>, which should be pushing many of your mind control buttons. Just a preview, but promising. Interestingly, he is also publishing <a href="https://www.literotica.com/s/dollars-and-sins-ch-01">the straight up story that underlies the game</a>. And that story is in some sense darker. Certainly, the protagonist in the story is a lot more straight up and casual about his use of his magic dollars. In contrast, you can almost feel a hesitancy in the protagonist of the game. Still, both are worth looking at.<br />
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Finally, one of my favorite smut artists, <a href="https://www.patreon.com/alxr34">Alx</a>, has a game out—really, a proof of concept for his larger game about Hogwarts which we're all <i>really</i> looking forward to seeing!—called <a href="https://www.patreon.com/posts/4422147"><i>Gargoyles: The Beast and the Bitch</i></a>. Yeah, it's about the TV show Gargoyles. Yeah, I know. But give it a shot. You're welcome.<br />
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Bulgroz The Thirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02669596316603884270noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547740162924300842.post-29636502685703030242016-02-15T13:11:00.001-08:002016-02-15T13:11:43.252-08:00New Story: The Adjusters #64Here is February's installment of <i>The Adjusters</i>, “Los Angeles, Part 3", wherein Daniel and Cindy continue their investigation of the Special running loose in Los Angeles.<br />
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As usual, comments welcome.<br />
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I'll also remind you that we have a <a href="http://smuttyfootnotes.blogspot.com/2011/03/adjusters-speculation-thread.html">Speculation Thread</a> available for general discussion. (A thread which I read but do not comment on.)<br />
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<i><b>The Adjusters #64 - Los Angeles, Part 3</b><br />
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Daniel Malcolm was numb. Had been for several months now. And part of him had known it. But the full extent of it did not strike him until now.<br />
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For all the craziness that Cindy Caprese—now Cindy Barnes—exhibited, she could be perceptive, and that night was an example of exactly that. Daniel Malcolm had worried that she might insist on heading back to her place to fuck—something he was surprised she had not clamored for yet, her insatiable libido usually out and about at the first sign of him—but she surprised him by asking him out to a casual dinner and then heading out to a movie.<br />
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That was exactly the kind of evening Daniel needed. It felt almost normal. He had not had normal in a long time. And meeting the women affected by the Special—because the latest victim made it clear that a Special was indeed involved—had been the final straw: Christina’s tragic behavior, Rebecca’s hospitalization, and of course, Samantha Royston’s complete transformation into a nymphomaniac with apparently no inhibitions.</i><br />
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Next month: <i>Los Angeles, Part 4</i>.Bulgroz The Thirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02669596316603884270noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547740162924300842.post-33540989282329217402016-01-24T21:53:00.000-08:002016-01-24T21:53:07.531-08:00Blackmailed teacher stories<i>Writing Journal:</i> Writing and editing away. <i>The Adjusters</i> #64 is coming along, but slowly. Beats me why. I'm also trying to clean up my notes for the second half of the overall story line. Time to bring everything together.<br />
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There was a story posted to Literotica maybe a week ago, <a href="https://www.literotica.com/s/a-teacher-blackmailed-ch-01"><i>A Teacher Blackmailed</i></a>, by <a href="https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1421502&page=submissions">Mickyg85</a>: “Beautiful teacher gets blackmailed by geeky student.” The story goes through the usual beats for this kind of tale, but it's competently done, and pretty hot. I'm hoping it continues.<br />
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But the story mainly brought to mind the classics in that sphere, that of beautiful and sexy teachers shamelessly taken advantage of. <br />
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One of my favorite is <a href="http://www.understories.com/understories/djian5k/lastclas.html"><i>The Last Class</i></a>, by Pamela, because I love anything Pamela writes. <br />
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Vulgus is Vulgus with the story <a href="http://www.understories.com/new6/teacherspet.html"><i>The Teacher's a Pet</i></a>.<br />
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<a href="https://www.literotica.com/s/victorias-blackmail-ch-01"><i>Victoria's Blackmail</i></a> by <a href="https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=270814&page=submissions">Ug</a> is also good, and was recently concluded.<br />
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<a href="https://www.literotica.com/s/summers-blackmail"><i>Summer's Blackmail</i></a> by <a href="https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1192742&page=submissions">Wilcox010</a> is a long meandering tale that has some beautiful hot scenes. <br />
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<a href="https://www.literotica.com/s/joans-year-of-changes"><i>Joan's Year of Changes</i></a> by <a href="https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1218063&page=submissions">Engywwok</a> is deliciously twisted.<br />
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Let's end with a classic. <a href="http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/tedebear/Other_Authors/Thumb/OwnedTeacher.txt"><i>Owned Teacher</i></a> by Thumb was one of the earliest long dark teacher blackmail tale I remember reading. <br />
Bulgroz The Thirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02669596316603884270noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547740162924300842.post-43904877324058409722016-01-13T20:56:00.001-08:002016-01-13T20:56:46.497-08:00Catching Up With My Reading<i>Writing Journal:</i> Sometimes it's good that my writing is a bit slow these days. Earlier this evening, I solved a plot problem I did not even know was bothering me, and which should lead to a nice development later on. Even if it doesn't make it into #64, it will make it in #65. <br />
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I haven't read much smut over the Holidays; being around family will do that to you. Still, there are a few things I can mention.<br />
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A nice series started on the EMCSA a few months ago, <a href="http://mcstories.com/Tolerance/index.html"><i>Tolerance</i></a> by Ice Bear: “Introverted college student DJ suddenly realizes the people around him are suddenly being much more accomodating to him.” Guy with MC power goes on a fun spree (at least, up to the point where I've read it). But it's not of the go-into-yer-head-and-plant-commands variety exactly, which is always nice. <br />
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Some of what I've read has been in e-books. <br />
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Someone in the comments recommended Kenny Wright's <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Training-Love-It-Hotwife-Romance-ebook/dp/B0150GDJN8"><i>Training to Love It</i></a>. I have it but have not read it yet. I'm keeping it warm for the right weekend. (<a href="http://www.amazon.com/Training-Love-It-Kenny-Wright-ebook/dp/B0195BEKNW">Part 2</a> of 3 is now out I see).<br />
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I did read Max Sebastian's <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Game-A-Hotwife-Adventure-ebook/dp/B019P27K9W"><i>The Game</i></a>. This book is more effective for me than his previous ones—it's a bit darker, for once, which I enjoy in my smut. Sebastian's writing generally leaves me a little bit cold, I do not know why. But he has been more to my tastes lately, and this one keeps in the progression.<br />
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And in case you worry I'm striving too far on the hotwife theme in my reading, don't worry. I've <b>greatly</b> enjoyed the first book in Charles Arnold's <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/byseries/14915"><i>The Penitent</i></a> series. It is deliciously (sometimes disgustingly) twisted in places, and hits a lot of buttons I have. I've read Book 1 of 4, and if the rest of the series remains faithful to the first one, I'll be a happy puppy.<br />
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Maybe I need a slogan to close off my blog posts. Ain't that what the cool kids are doing these days? <i>Keep on smuttin'</i>. Nah...<br />
Bulgroz The Thirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02669596316603884270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547740162924300842.post-55296198940534953332016-01-07T21:46:00.000-08:002016-01-07T21:46:42.717-08:00Happy New Year!<i>Writing Journal:</i> About a week to go before <i>The Adjusters</i> #64 is ready. Not only did the Holidays wreak havoc with my already tenuous grasp of schedules, but my understanding of this part of the story has been a bit more nebulous than usual, so I want to make sure I get it right.<br />
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Happy New Year! May it be good to you and yours.<br />
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Looking at back at 2015, it was an interesting year. Pretty good on the personal and professional level, though some of that goodness translated into me being more busy than usual, which itself translated into difficulty meeting personally imposed deadlines. <i>C'est la vie.</i><br />
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One thing I wanted to do in 2015 that did not pan out was investigating interactive fiction a bit more. I've greatly enjoyed some of the interactive pieces and games that have come out in the last year (<a href="http://smuttyfootnotes.blogspot.com/2015/11/update-and-games.html">some</a> of <a href="http://smuttyfootnotes.blogspot.com/2014/09/princess-trainer.html">which</a> I've talked about on this blog), and it's always tickled my fancy to write something in that vein.<br />
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My main problem is that whenever I start thinking interactive stories, whatever idea I have pretty quickly turns into something on the epic scale. It's how I'm wired. And that's a <i>bad</i> idea for a first interactive piece, I know from experience. Again, <a href="http://smuttyfootnotes.blogspot.com/2011/11/adult-interactive-fiction.html">I've talked about this before</a>.<br />
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Now, over the past month, two ideas for interactive stories have sort of survived the test of not blossoming into epic ventures. One of them is that mysterious project that I mentioned keeping me distracted for a week. I won't talk about it further, because it's still very fuzzy in my own head. The other is something I dreamed up over the Holidays that I wrote maybe 2000 words on. It's in <a href="http://twinery.org/">Twine</a>, so nothing spectacular interface-wise. I'll keep on tinkering with it, and if it survives my inevitable attention lag, I'll give you all a preview. I can give you the working title, but don't hold me to it, or to its eventual existence: <i>The Night-Time Violations of Katja</i>. It should be pretty twisted, even by my standards.<br />
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The only resolution I have for 2016 is to be more present here. And to put less pressure on myself. I will try hard to put out our monthly installments for our communal enjoyment, but if some happen to be late, then I won't give myself grief. With luck and a bit of work, I know I can return to a first-of-the-month update, but as long as I can deliver something roughly monthly, it'll be good enough for me. And, I hope, for you as well.<br />
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Cheers to 2016!<br />
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Bulgroz The Thirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02669596316603884270noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547740162924300842.post-33684634909142306982015-12-12T11:13:00.000-08:002015-12-12T11:13:34.597-08:00New Story: The Adjusters #63<i>(Ah! You thought I was dead, didn't you? You should be so lucky. No, I was fighting my “block”, and hanging around the blog just made me feel guilty and blocked me further. But I'm feeling better now. Here's hoping I haven't lost _all_ of my readers. I'll get to your comments and emails in the coming week.)</i><br />
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Here is December's installment of <i>The Adjusters</i>, “Los Angeles, Part 2", wherein Daniel Malcolm meets up with a friend.<br />
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As usual, comments welcome.<br />
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I'll also remind you that we have a <a href="http://smuttyfootnotes.blogspot.com/2011/03/adjusters-speculation-thread.html">Speculation Thread</a> available for general discussion. (A thread which I read but do not comment on.)<br />
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<i><b>The Adjusters #63 - Los Angeles, Part 2</b><br />
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Daniel Malcolm felt strangely conspicuous in the back of the breakfast diner that touted that they served the best breakfast in the city, day or night. Partly it was because he was dressed more formally than the crowd that had been in the diner—more like a breakfast pub, to be exact—and that had steadily accumulated since he arrived. The place was packed.<br />
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But it was a silly reaction, because no one paid any attention to him. They were all students, all from the nearby UCLA, and he was not much older than them. They were loud, eating and talking about all of those things that college students talked about when they needed to wind down and the last thing they wanted to think about was anything serious. It was a Friday night atmosphere, but mid-morning. You could smell it in the air, the ethos of the average college student. Go out, have fun, get laid.<br />
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Daniel knew he was being unfair, but he also envied their seemingly insouciant approach to life—one he had himself held until fairly recently. A world where the biggest problem one could have was figuring out whether to follow their girlfriend to Texas or not. And even the answer to that one had been easy. Now, everything had weight. Everything was important. Everything mattered. Having fun seemed almost like a foreign concept.</i><br />
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Next month: <i>Los Angeles, Part 3</i>.Bulgroz The Thirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02669596316603884270noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547740162924300842.post-41936551950647805912015-11-15T21:25:00.000-08:002015-11-15T21:25:38.362-08:00Update #2Okay, this is getting ridiculous. I mean, I have one stupid scene to write. One stupid scene. Maybe, what? 2000 words? Something that even at a slow pace I'd knock off in four days. (A slow writing day is about 500 net words.) Yet, I'm stuck. If I didn't know any better, I'd swear I'm having writer's block. Which is silly. This ain't no War and Peace. It's smut!<br />
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<i>The Adjusters</i> #63 is coming, believe you me. And then I'll have my full head to get to your comments over the last few weeks.<br />
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In the meantime, I ran across an oldie on Leviticus' website. Dark Pen's <a href="http://www.writingsofleviticus.thekinkyserver.com/DarkPen/OfficeGames.html"><i>Office Games</i></a>. No description, basically the story of Brad, a programmer who writes BDSM smut in his spare time, and what happens when he discovers that one of his hot young co-workers masturbates to his stories without knowing that he was the one writing them. Hijinks ensue.<br />
Bulgroz The Thirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02669596316603884270noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547740162924300842.post-24340271027019447452015-11-06T20:15:00.000-08:002015-11-06T20:15:23.796-08:00Update and GamesIt'll be a few more days before <i>The Adjusters</i> #63 comes out. Struggling with the end of the installment a little bit there. I hate when that happens. And to think that Book VI was supposed to be the easy one....<br />
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In the meantime, here are a few things that have come through in the comments that you may be interested in.<br />
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First off, and I realize this is old news but still, friend-of-the-blog Georg Kinaski, of SelectaCorp fame, has a few new games out in the world that you simply have to check out. His Corporate Raider series is fantastic. Corporate Raider 3 has some incredible build up. I can't say too many good things about it. You can find links on his <a href="http://selectacorp.tumblr.com/">Tumblr page</a>, and he has a <a href="https://www.patreon.com/SelectaCorp">Patreon</a> as well.<br />
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Also filed under interactive games, I was pointed towards a couple of mind-control centered games being written by <a href="http://fugue123.com/">Fugue</a>. The easiest to get is <a href="http://fugue123.com/2015/10/early-early-release-of-heavy-petting-ver-0-1/">Heavy Petting</a>, in very early release. It's a blast, even though the interface is a bit cranky. Fugue has a <a href="https://www.patreon.com/Fugue">Patreon</a> as well, because hey, who doesn't these days? :)<br />
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Story-wise, have a read through Pan's <a href="http://mcstories.com/MyCarMyRules/index.html"><i>My Car, My Rules</i></a>: “A man plays a subliminal tape for his carpooler.” I'm usually not a huge fan of Pan's stories—they're technically flawless, but they don't really hit my spots—but this one I like a lot. <br />
Bulgroz The Thirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02669596316603884270noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547740162924300842.post-38545843309296712862015-10-18T20:25:00.000-07:002015-10-18T20:25:30.668-07:00WebcomicsAargh! Spent the weekend utterly and completely distracted by a smut project that may or may not ever see the light of day. It was fun as a prototyping experiment, but now I'm behind on everything. And I mean everything.<br />
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By way of procrastination, here are a couple of adult webcomics I've run across in the last few weeks that are of surprisingly high quality and that until now I had never heard about. Happy accidents, running into them.<br />
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Now, the really weird thing is that they are fantasy/human-monster based. Which is not something that usually calls to me. But these work for me. Part of it is the story line, part of it just the really good execution.<br />
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<ul><li> Okay, so the first one is less hardcore sex, and much more too cute for comfort: <a href="http://themonsterunderthebed.net/">The Monster Under the Bed</a>. Romantic and vaguely childish. (Though the mother, man, wish there was a series just about her!)</li>
<li> My favorite of the bunch: <a href="http://buttsmithy.com/">Alfie</a>. I know, I know, halflings are not renowned to be sexy. But here, they're cute and sexy and horny and perverted, and there's introspection and psychology and an actual storyline and I expect great things.</li>
<li> Fun and lighthearted and with some twisted fantastic sex: <a href="http://www.totempole666.com/">The Cummoner</a>. What happens when you're a beautiful witch and you get your power from sex? Yeah, pretty much what you'd expect...</li>
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I think they all have Patreons, too, so if you like one of them, it gives you a change to support it. Bulgroz The Thirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02669596316603884270noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547740162924300842.post-44393486238895401212015-10-11T23:33:00.001-07:002015-10-11T23:33:21.439-07:00Kiss of the SuccubusRan across an interesting story last week. Dark, infuriating, and sexy as hell in parts, if you like the supernatural. <a href="https://www.literotica.com/s/kiss-of-the-succubus-ch-01"><i>Kiss of the Succubus</i></a>, by Totzman: “Detectives investigate disappearance of two college students.” (It's in the illustrated section, but the illustrations are few and not distracting, thankfully...)<br />
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Bulgroz The Thirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02669596316603884270noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547740162924300842.post-46209389152427104442015-10-07T20:32:00.000-07:002015-10-07T20:32:19.888-07:00New Story: The Adjusters #62<i>(Thanks for your patience, folks. Here we go.)</i><br />
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Here is October's installment of <i>The Adjusters</i>, “Los Angeles, Part 1", wherein Daniel Malcolm and Eve Shawbank start investigating a new Special in Los Angeles.<br />
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As usual, comments welcome.<br />
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I'll also remind you that we have a <a href="http://smuttyfootnotes.blogspot.com/2011/03/adjusters-speculation-thread.html">Speculation Thread</a> available for general discussion. (A thread which I read but do not comment on.)<br />
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<i><b>The Adjusters #62 - Los Angeles, Part 1</b><br />
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The flight from DC to Los Angeles was three-quarter full, a late flight in the middle of the week. Most fliers were business people returning home, as near as Daniel Malcolm could tell, after spending a day or two on the East Coast, ready for their commute the next morning. At least, for the middle managers that surrounded Shawbank and him in Economy Class.<br />
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Shawbank was out. The lights were dimmed in the cabin, illuminated only by the glow of the individual entertainment units attached to the seats. She was not sleeping, though. She sat in her seat, head back, eyes closed, thinking about whatever it was that was bothering her.<br />
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For she seemed bothered by something, that much was clear. Daniel had noticed she had been distracted for several weeks now, more taciturn than usual. Brisecoeur had shrugged when Daniel had carefully pointed it out, and the Belgian’s guess was she had been given a special project. Like the one about hunting down Thaddeus Cargyle? Daniel had asked. “No clue,” Brisecoeur had replied.<br />
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The lack of conversation, the darkness, the stillness that characterized planes after the lights were out suited Daniel just fine. He still had not digested the video clip Paul had sent him earlier that evening—Jenn, his Jenn, in the throes of whatever Biff had done to her, whatever Cargyle had done to her, a puppet to artificially induced lust—his Jenn, fucked up, but alive, and functioning.</i><br />
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Next month: <i>Los Angeles, Part 2</i>.Bulgroz The Thirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02669596316603884270noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547740162924300842.post-83781094515217020342015-09-26T20:10:00.002-07:002015-09-26T20:10:20.027-07:00The story I really meant to postAs was pointed out, I posted the same story twice in a row. That's because I got confused. (It happens often enough.) The one I wanted to post has a similar theme, and a similar title. Even a similar author name. Go figure.<br />
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<i><a href="http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/story.php?storyid=4340">Mother's Dilemma</a></i>, by Master C: “Tracy is blackmailed by her boss, and forced into a world of slavery.” Again, pretty rough.<br />
Bulgroz The Thirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02669596316603884270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547740162924300842.post-67164173666184105562015-09-24T00:14:00.004-07:002015-09-24T00:14:33.051-07:00Still aliveBut clearly I haven't solved my scheduling problems...<br />
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New ETA: October 1st. The Powers That Be willing.<br />
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In the meantime, I've got two old stories that caught my attention this week. A bit on the rough side, though:<br />
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<i><a href="http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/story.php?storyid=3988">Like Mother, Like Daughter</a></i>, by Dom Master: “Carla’s heart raced at the realization that her little baby girl was about to be forced to suck off this brutal man. In her mind’s eye, she could see her young mouth stretch open to accommodate the foul intruder. She had performed oral sex herself a couple of times, but did not care for it; there was always a musky smell that just seemed too perverted. And now her little girl was experiencing that aroma first hand.”<br />
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<i><a href="http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/story.php?storyid=8997">Private School</a></i>, by Anne: “A young teacher finds herself under a student's direction and is drawn deeper and deeper into submission and humiliation.”<br />
Bulgroz The Thirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02669596316603884270noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547740162924300842.post-51981335679380072192015-09-01T22:01:00.000-07:002015-09-01T22:01:19.367-07:00Update on The Adjusters #62<br />
I'm on the road until after Labor Day, meaning I probably won't be able to post <i>The Adjusters</i> #62 until then. <br />
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To keep you distracted, enjoy the following stories.<br />
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From the EMCSA, <a href="http://mcstories.com/Authors/Pan.html">Pan</a>'s <i><a href="http://mcstories.com/MyCarMyRules/index.html">My Car, My Rules</a></i>: “A man plays a subliminal tape for his carpooler.”<br />
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Remaining in the mind-control genre, but mixed with fantasy (not usually my cup of tea), <a href="https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1502950&page=submissions">ImperatorMentus</a>'s <i><a href="https://www.literotica.com/s/the-goblin-king-1">The Goblin King</a></i>: “After her order is enslaved, a knight seeks revenge.”<br />
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A new chapter of <a href="https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1192742&page=submissions">Wilcox010</a>'s <i><a href="https://www.literotica.com/s/summers-blackmail-ch-21">Summer's Blackmail</a></i> came out this summer: “Slut teacher gets tattoos and piercings.”<br />
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Blackmail and cuckolding in <a href="https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=2201339&page=submissions">Facade123</a>'s <i><a href="https://www.literotica.com/s/tantalus-ch-01">Tantalus</a></i>: “A gambler loses control of his life to another man.”<br />
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Finally, if you like your smut <i>really</i> hard and nasty, check out an oldie, <a href="http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/author.php?authorid=796">Dom Master</a>'s <i><a href="http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/story.php?storyid=3988">Like Mother, Like Daughter</a></i> at BDSM Library: “Carla’s heart raced at the realization that her little baby girl was about to be forced to suck off this brutal man. In her mind’s eye, she could see her young mouth stretch open to accommodate the foul intruder. She had performed oral sex herself a couple of times, but did not care for it; there was always a musky smell that just seemed too perverted. And now her little girl was experiencing that aroma first hand.”<br />
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Bulgroz The Thirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02669596316603884270noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547740162924300842.post-153603223221519132015-08-16T19:13:00.000-07:002015-08-16T19:13:31.114-07:00New Story: The Adjusters #61<i>(I refuse to accept it's already mid-August. So I shan't. Therefore, this is not late. There.)</i><br />
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Here is August's installment of <i>The Adjusters</i> and the beginning of Book VI, “A Warning for Daniel Malcolm", wherein a new ADCorp assignment calls our hero.<br />
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As usual, comments welcome.<br />
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I'll also remind you that we have a <a href="http://smuttyfootnotes.blogspot.com/2011/03/adjusters-speculation-thread.html">Speculation Thread</a> available for general discussion. (A thread which I read but do not comment on.)<br />
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<i><b>The Adjusters #61 - A Warning for Daniel Malcolm</b><br />
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“So tell me, Mister Malcolm—Daniel—how are you adjusting?”<br />
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Daniel Malcolm gave Elizabeth Parkinson—Please, call me Betty—a long look, wondering how exactly to answer that question.<br />
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He could answer it at face value, given that he was speaking to his main HR contact at ADCorp, his employer: I’m doing okay, I guess. I mean, there’s a lot to learn, and I’m spending most of my time continuing my training and learning the ropes, but I’ve been on a couple of assignments already where we went and nabbed a bad guy and I guess I feel pretty good about it, even though I’ve still got a lot of questions about what we do but I’ve come to understand that it’s a bad idea to ask such questions out loud. I did have a few questions about the benefits package and about floating holidays, though.<br />
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Or he could perhaps try to be more frank about what he was feeling: Well, to be entirely honest, Betty, I’m not doing so good. In fact, one might argue with some validity that I’m sinking slowly but surely into a depression. And I don’t care. You’ve got to understand, and I don’t know how much that file you have on your desk tells you about these things, but I’m going through a pretty rough patch.<br />
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Maybe he should go into the actual details, just so that he could see her face change, see that arguably beautiful smile fade away slowly. Do you want to hear about my last year at Darnell, where I found out that a bunch of dicks from a frat were messing with girls’ heads to turn them into sex dolls? Do you want to hear about that asshole from said frat who snatched Jenn, my fiancée, and turned her into a fucking slut and sent her out into the world, desperate for cock? Do you want to hear how I got this job, with Agent Shawbank offering it to me after I’m pretty sure she got rid of the man that had given the mind-fuck tech to those frat boys, Thaddeus Cargyle, the one man that might have had the key to undoing what had been done to Jenn? Do you want to hear about how I met up with this guy Sam O’Neill who’s a private investigator and told me that he would look for Jenn in exchange for me accepting ADCorp’s job offer and spying on this company for him? Do you want to hear why I accepted—because he told me that Cargyle had worked for ADCorp, and I believed him, and nothing I’ve seen until now makes me doubt his word? Is that what you would like to hear, Betty?</i><br />
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Next month: <i>Title TBD...</i>.Bulgroz The Thirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02669596316603884270noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547740162924300842.post-24906661162208647962015-07-19T15:02:00.000-07:002015-07-19T15:15:05.120-07:00Mister Gabe<i>Writing Journal:</i> <i>The Adjusters</i> #61 progressing well. Mostly resisting the urge to just toss everything into the first installment of Book VI. Patience, little grasshopper.<br />
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Haven't been reading a whole lot of smut lately—it's summer, and it's nice and warm outside. Plus nothing seems to really be grabbing my attention. Which is a bit sad.<br />
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Though I notice that <a href="https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=957732&page=submissions">Dainii</a> has been revising and reuploading his (unwarranted assumption) story <a href="https://www.literotica.com/s/mister-gabe-ch-01">Mister Gabe</a> on Literotica. It was first posted a few years back, and left incomplete. The author suggests that he wrote himself into a bit of a narrative cul-de-sac. This revision is meant to fix the problem. We'll see what happens. In the meantime, it's a crazy story about a guy who gets bamboozled into giving up his wife to a super-dominant man, only to develop a pretty dominant streak of his own. Warning: some incest. (Okay, fine: <i>lots</i> of incest.)<br />
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Bulgroz The Thirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02669596316603884270noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547740162924300842.post-60162801626858804932015-07-05T19:11:00.000-07:002015-07-05T19:11:00.375-07:00Bioshag Trinity<i>Writing Journal:</i> Plotting on <i>The Adjusters</i> Book VI is turning out to be trickier than expected, because it affects upcoming threads in upcoming books. Basically, until it now, it was a matter of expanding the universe to set up everything that needed setting up. Now, it's time to start bringing everything together slowly, and I don't want to mess it up. And I'm my own worse enemy for that. I have to remember to keep Book VI as simple as possible. Avoid big entangled complications. Go for the straightforward arc.<br />
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If you've ever played <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/BioShock_Infinite">BioShock Infinite</a>, you know that Elizabeth is quite the hottie. (Or, you think she's on the wrong side of the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uncanny_valley">uncanny valley</a> — in which case, you may want to skip the link below. Just sayin'...)<br />
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Well, the good folks at Studio F.O.W. clearly feel the same, because they just released <i><a href="http://studiofow.tumblr.com/post/123224623294/release-bioshag-trinity-you-asked-for-elizabeth">BioShag Trinity</a></i>, a supremely well-done 3D animated movie where wonderful Elizabeth lets go of all of her inhibitions.<br />
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Free, the way we like it. Enjoy!<br />
Bulgroz The Thirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02669596316603884270noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547740162924300842.post-36118864885229875782015-06-20T18:19:00.000-07:002015-06-20T18:19:09.689-07:00Two Ebooks Writers<i>Writing Journal:</i> Laying out the foundations for Book VI of <i>The Adjusters</i>, which will start coming out August 1st. (I'm giving myself a bit of a break to reload my buffers, trying to avoid the problems that plagued me during Book V.) Tentative title for Book VI: <i>Hell Hath No Fury</i>.<br />
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I haven't been reading as much lately. Actually, that's not entirely true. The reality is that little has really grabbed me, which is a bit of a bummer. But it probably reflects where my mind is at these days.<br />
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Flip side, my inability to find anything to catch my attention smut-wise online has sent me exploring what's available as ebooks, and there I did find some stuff that was interesting. <br />
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As you may have picked up on by now, one of the many kinks that I enjoy reading about is wife sharing — partly because it's a perfect playground for power play, which really is one of the main things I like reading about. I ran across two authors that write in the genre, and write some pretty good stories.<br />
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First up: <a href="http://www.kennywriter.com/">Kenny Wright</a>, several books available, many full-length novels, hot, and ending happily. I've greatly enjoyed <i>Dreaming of Another</i> and especially <i>Ian's Obsession</i>. Really well done. And very hot. Looking forward to reading the rest of his work.<br />
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Second up: <a href="http://benboswell.blogspot.com/">Ben Boswell</a>. His <i>Two Sides of Terri</i> is just <i>fantastic</i>: “Bill has just about the perfect life. Good paying job. Lovely home. Perfect children. And most of all, he has his wife Terri—smart, funny, great with the kids. Thing is, she's a good girl trapped in a bad girl's body. Blonde, busty, and devastatingly beautiful, she makes him want to do dirty things—things you don't admit to wanting from the girl-next-door. Or so he thought. It starts with a revelation about Chucky, a past boyfriend, and everything he thought he knew about his sweet wife unravels. He becomes obsessed with learning more about this other side of Terri--and everything he learns points back to Chucky, a man she couldn't say no to. Does he dare invite her past back into their present? And if he did, would she now be able to say no?” Fuck yeah, is all I can say. <br />
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As I meander more in the world of ebooks, I'll post my discoveries. If you find something you yourself enjoy, please feel free to post a comment. As you know, I'm always happy for recommendations.<br />
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If you don't care about paying for your smut, and you're in a bit of a dark mood, check out <a href="http://storiesonline.net/a/jack08180">Jack08180</a> on <a href="http://storiesonline.net">SOL</a>. Older stories, and not the most subtle, but some very hot scenes in there. I particularly enjoyed <i><a href="http://storiesonline.net/s/56537/the-camera">The Camera</a>:</i> “Follow the adventures of a digital camera as it makes its way around a highschool. A story of love, lust, betrayal and lots of sex.”<br />
Bulgroz The Thirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02669596316603884270noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8547740162924300842.post-1364304661148391232015-05-31T07:54:00.000-07:002015-05-31T07:54:45.188-07:00The Adjusters #60 (Part 2 of 2)Again, sorry for the delay. Here's the end of Book V. And it's about f*****g time, I know!<br />
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When I come to, my body is already awake. I can’t explain it better: I wake up, and there’s no need to open my eyes, for they’re already open. And the light is blazing and blinds me, and my reflex is to shut them, and much to my surprise, they close. <br />
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I’m moving. I’m in a car. I open my eyes, and I can see an urban landscape out of the window. Tall buildings, people walking around, stores, signs. All in English. I haven’t been outside since forever—the closest I recall was the windows at the Institute, through which you could see the beautiful wilderness around the building. <br />
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The sun is high in the air, but it feels cold. The heater is on in the car. I’m in the back seat, diagonal from the driver, a man, sporting driving gloves. Asian. I can only see his profile. He has a long ugly scar running the side of his face, jagged and discolored compared to the rest of his impassible face. With his sunglasses, it makes him look terrible. <br />
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I try to move my head, and it does. My arms as well. My breath catches. I’m fighting the instinct to just reach madly for the door handle and get out of the car. <i>Fight the panic, Jenn. This might be your chance. Don’t fuck it up.</i><br />
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Instead, I reach for the door handle slowly. I’m trying to determine if the door is locked, and more importantly, whether I can unlock it. I try to control my breath. Don’t let the driver figure out what I’m trying to do. <br />
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I get my hand near the handle, still looking outside as though fascinated by what I’m seeing—I think it’s New York City, which I visited when I was younger, but haven’t been to since, all the signs about the Big Apple being a dead giveaway—and try to hook my fingers around the hardened plastic.<br />
<br />
But something won’t let me. My fingers do not obey me. Try as I might, they won’t catch the door handle. My breath picks up, and the man notices, for he gives me a side glance. I drop my arm, and turn to him.<br />
<br />
<i>Can I talk?</i><br />
<br />
“Where are we going?” I ask, and I’m surprised I can say anything. There’s no one else inside me but me, no one else that I can feel, like Jennie, or anything.<br />
<br />
The man turns his head toward me for a second, gives me a look that freezes my blood, and never says a word. The scar on the side of his face catches the sunlight in a way that’s disturbing. His expression is completely blank. I can’t see his eyes through his sunglasses, but I know they are cold.<br />
<br />
I lean back into the seat, look outside, take it all in. My body will let me do some things, but not others. I want to ask the man questions, but I’m frightened. Still under the shock, I think.<br />
<br />
A blur of memories, the last few things I remember from earlier. It’s still a fog, as if it was a dream. But I remember my old room, hiding there after talking with… Daniel! Yes, I remember dreaming of him, while I was having sex—or someone was having sex, and Biff too, and others, countless others, fucking me and—<br />
<br />
<i>We’re wiping her mind.</i><br />
<br />
The words cut through the fog like a knife through butter, and I feel panic rising again.<br />
<br />
And then I feel silly because clearly, my mind has not been wiped.<br />
<br />
I’m here, and I’m me. I’m still me. Whatever they did, they did not destroy me.<br />
<br />
I can’t control my body, not in any sense, though, I’m running utterly and completely on automatic, but on automatic without a personality, without an outlet. It’s weird, weird and scary. I cast about inside, and where I would find someone like Jennie, all I feel is a blank, a void, a hole in my mind that I fear will swallow me if I get too close, and so I don’t. It’s calling to me.<br />
<br />
There’s nothing there. That’s where the personality that Biff programmed into me, the quirks and the blocks that he imposed, everything that he did to mold me into the image of the perfect me that he wanted, and now it’s all gone, replace by… by nothingness. <br />
<br />
I don’t know whether to be ecstatic or terrified—the old blocks seem to be gone, the inability to talk about or to Daniel, the inability to ask for help, the inability to tell anyone what had happened to me, about Biff, about the programming, about anything. <br />
<br />
Except I know I still can’t do any of those things. Because doing those things would require going through the dark chasm before me, and I don’t know how I know but if I step a metaphorical foot in there, I’ll be swallowed up and digested like Jennie was before me.<br />
<br />
But I can still do little things. I can listen. I can watch. Oddly, I think I can control my eyes, my head, but only if I observe. I try to play a game—look left for yes, right for no—and my head does not obey. I can only be passive. <br />
<br />
How does it know what’s being passive and what’s not? How does it know that I’m trying to convey a message?<br />
<br />
But then, of course, it’s obvious. It’s in my head, that’s why. In fact, it <i>is</i> my head. Who better to control what I think, feel, do? Who better to understand my intent? Me. Well, a version of me. Or at least, something there in me, maybe sitting in the middle of that black gaping hole in front of me, keeping an eye on everything and keeping me in line. <br />
<br />
Does it know I’m here? Does it care?<br />
<br />
I focus on the outside world—we’re entering a more industrial zone, the stores and restaurants and residences having given way to larger buildings, warehouses, old factories. An area still waiting for gentrification.<br />
<br />
The man, who still hasn’t said a word, takes a series of turns, and I try to pay attention because I’ve read too many books where the heroine can tell rescuers where she’s being held because she’s recorded and figured out the path that her abductors took, but it’s much easier written than done, and I soon get lost. <br />
<br />
It’s as we round a small warehouse on a deserted street and go in the back—no identification that I can see, no number, no street signs, just graffiti and a large tag in a rainbow of colors on the side of the building—it’s as we round the back that I register what I’m wearing. The last thing I recall wearing was the blue patient uniform at the Institute.<br />
<br />
It’s a white dress, short, much too short for the season, since it’s a summer dress, flighty and without much material to it. It barely reaches mid-thigh, and I’m showing a <i>lot</i> of skin. That’s hardly surprising, and that it doesn’t surprise me is depressing in a way that I push to the back of my head because I can feel tears forming back there and I need to control myself—I need to pay attention.<br />
<br />
Peering down, I see that the front of the dress dips down extremely low, cut so as to accentuate my breasts and the valley between them. Thin straps over the shoulders, my hair down. No bra I can see or feel. It’s a daring dress, extremely daring in fact, but I can tell that the cut is a good cut—this is quality material. And it seems to fit me just right. Which is disturbing for so many reasons that I don’t know where to start. <br />
<br />
I have no time to ponder any of that, because the car stops behind a tall fence, hidden from the street, on the side of the warehouse. The man gets out and, opens my door from outside. All without saying a word. He holds out a hand.<br />
<br />
I take it, and get out of the car by swiveling my legs out first before stepping out. It’s not my choice, but I make a production out of it as I emerge. The first thing that strikes me is that whomever chose my shoes chose well. They are tall high heels, white like the dress, but comfortable, even though they’re as tall as I’ve ever worn them. <br />
<br />
The second thing that strikes me is that the man—whose facial scar is mirrored on the other side of his face, forming a ghostly pale pair of brackets around his features, ridged as though worms are burrowing their way underneath the skin—the man does not look at my legs, or my chest, or anything. And the way I moved was meant to attract attention—whomever programmed me made sure that I would move to attract male attention.<br />
<br />
But he does not look at me. He heads to a small staircase leading to a metal door. I follow, my hand in his, my heels making a hollow sound on the concrete.<br />
<br />
The door opens as we reach the foot of the steps and a man—dressed well, but so large that the suit he wears threatens to rip about his shoulder as he stretches to hold the door open—and he makes me think on the spot of an enforcer for a crime family. I want to laugh, but I don’t. <br />
<br />
He holds the door open as we go up the stairs and he nods to Scarface but his eyes never leave my legs. If Scarface did not even acknowledge my body, this gorilla takes it in enough for three. I can feel his eyes on my skin like a wet tongue, from my legs up to my chest and down again, never reaching my face, probably not caring one iota for it.<br />
<br />
I half expect him to slap my butt and grunt as I walk past, but he doesn’t, though his eyes on my ass are just as unavoidable. And whomever is driving my body puts an extra twist in her step to make sure that my hips move accordingly, giving an even more enticing view. I groan inside, but it’s nothing that I haven’t lived through with Biff, and at least I’m not reaching over and kissing the disgusting bastard.<br />
<br />
There are two other men inside, around a small table, playing cards, as burly as the first man, who closes the door behind him. Normally, I would be frightened—a pretty young girl with three large men with a clear aura of aggressiveness around them is an easy prey, especially dressed like I am—and I’m not entirely sure how this body of mine would react were they to pounce on me.<br />
<br />
But if there’s one thing that’s clearer than the fact that they look at me like a piece of meat that they’d like nothing better than to sink their teeth into—the two men have dropped their cards and are ogling me without even attempting to hide it, a knowing grin on their face, spreading their legs as if to unconsciously advertise what they’d like to do to me—if there’s one thing that’s clearer than that it’s that they’re afraid of Scarface, who’s standing beside me, unnaturally straight, his hands by his side, his destroyed face unmoving as he eyes the two men by the table.<br />
<br />
A short silence that feels longer than it probably is, and then one of the men nods. “That the new chick?”<br />
<br />
I’m so tense that if I had any sort of control over my mouth I’d burst out laughing, before screaming my head off. <i>What do you think, moron?</i> Gorilla laughs wetly behind me. I feel his eyes on me, slithering like leeches. <br />
<br />
“She’s fucking hot,” he says. He has an accent that I can’t place. I concentrate on it, because what else is there to do, except panic?<br />
<br />
Scarface remains unmoving, and from the corner of my eyes I see him make a motion with his head without any movement at all. I can’t figure out what he did, if he even did something, but the man that first spoke stands up. “The boss is expecting you.”<br />
<br />
“You can leave the babe with us, you know? We’ll take good care of her.” That wet laugh again. <br />
<br />
The man in front of us smiles, and gives me another up and down before starting off toward a longer staircase in the corner of the room. We head up, the man leading the way, me right behind, and then Scarface. I’m glad that he’s there, blocking me from Gorilla, especially since my body is swaying raunchily on every step now that there are men around to watch me. I can even feel my pussy dampen, not unlike what Biff programmed into me, but much more subdued than it ever was with him. <br />
<br />
All I know is that I’m glad Jennie’s not here, because she would have drooled at the thought of parting her legs for those three men, begging like a starving kitten for them to pound her into mindless oblivion. <br />
<br />
But Jennie is no more. <br />
<br />
The man leads us down a hallway and stops by a door and knocks on it. Upon hearing a muffled “come in,” he opens he and lets Scarface through first—and I notice the step back he takes as he does so—before letting me through as well. <br />
<br />
His eyes never leave my breasts—not surprising given the amount of cleavage I’m showing in this dress and the perspective he has—getting an eyeful and not making any attempt at hiding it.<br />
<br />
The old flush is there, the arousal at being made into an object being looked at, admired, lusted over. I can appreciate the difference between this and Biff’s programming better—Biff’s instructions were a sledgehammer hitting full force every time, exhaustingly, relentlessly. <br />
<br />
This one is… more subtle. It’s a warmth in my blood, a tiny tingle, an itch deep in my pussy, a slight dampening. This man is eyeing me, ogling me, and my body responds as if I were starting to be attracted to him I’m not, but I watch with fascination as my body gives him a side glance and a wink, along with an imperceptible straightening of my back that pushes my chest out.<br />
<br />
The room he ushers us in looks like an office, and a boring one at that. It overlooks the warehouse floor though an immense window. The room itself is large and functional, without any niceties but an old couch in one corner. There’s a man behind a steel desk, working on a laptop and a pile of old-fashioned accounting books—dark suit, thinning hair, small rimless glasses. He’s peering at numbers with a slight frown on his face, and I have the feeling that the frown is pretty much imprinted on his skin by now. It’s just that kind of face.<br />
<br />
He doesn’t look up when we enter the room, even as the man who escorted us closes the door behind us. He himself remains outside. I’m glad of that. <br />
<br />
Accountant Man behind the desk finally looks up, although I can tell that he was just waiting until he felt the time was right before acknowledging our presence. A classic power play. It’s weird what you notice when you have no choice but to observe.<br />
<br />
Scarface next to me is standing at attention, straight but relaxed. He does not seem anxious. He must have realized the same things I have. But I cannot read anything in his face. <br />
<br />
“Thien,” Accountant Man says when he looks up at us. “So good to see you.” <br />
<br />
Thien. I’ll remember the name. <br />
<br />
Scarface—Thien—nods once, and still does not talk. Accountant Man stands up, and he finally looks at me, though I can tell he had been looking at me earlier as well, just from the corner of his eye. A girl always knows when she’s being checked out. <br />
<br />
He gets around the desk. He’s short. Short and a bit rotund. He’s a caricature of every single accountant the world over. He’s eyeing me with squinting eyes behind his glasses, and his stare is both appreciative and evaluative. <br />
<br />
“Your boss told mine that you had something special for us tonight,” the man says, approaching me. My body, of its own volition stands a bit straighter, breasts thrust out, legs slightly apart. Presenting itself.<br />
<br />
He’s close. He smells good—cologne of some sort. Smells expensive. It’s weird what you notice under stress. His suit is a good cut, fits him perfectly well. A nice tie. His glasses even look expensive, though it’s hard to tell sometimes. Gold watch around his wrist. He looks at my face, intently, then his eyes dip down to my cleavage, and he circles me, looking me closely from all angles. Thien remains impassible throughout, keeping an eye on the man, barely glancing at me. As near as I can tell, I don’t exist for him. <br />
<br />
“I see what you mean. She’s particularly… fetching. And she’s been adjusted like the others? That’s what you call it, right, adjusted?”<br />
<br />
Thien nods once again. <br />
<br />
“Same codes?”<br />
<br />
Another nod.<br />
<br />
“You know what I like about you, Thien? You’re a riveting conversationalist.” Accountant Man’s laugh is more like a bark, and it’s clear that I just heard one of his favorite jokes. <br />
<br />
Thien doesn’t react. Not a blink. Merely his impassible scarred face. He’s less scary now, at least physically speaking—one gets used to anything, I guess. <br />
<br />
“What’s her name?”<br />
<br />
Thien pulls a smartphone out from his jacket pocket. Without looking, he thumbs a spot on its front pane. A clipped, artificial, British-accented voice emerges from the device. “Jennie.”<br />
<br />
“Jennie. Very well, then,” the man says, having completed his circuit around me, having examined me like a piece of ware at a stall that he was considering purchasing. I don’t know what’s going, but I fear I’m not far off the mark. I should be a lot more upset than I am, which is a disturbing thought in and of itself. “The usual deal, you leave her with me, I test her, and we settle our accounts later?”<br />
<br />
Something runs across Thien’s face, a flicker of annoyance. Another thumb press on the device. The same clipped British voice. “The deal is half upon delivery, half upon successful testing.” I know it’s silly given the situation, but I can’t help wonder to what extent he has planned this conversation and how many alternative responses he has programmed into his phone. <br />
<br />
Accountant Man sighs and raises his hands in a gesture of surrender. “Of course I know the deal. Your sense of humor, Thien, that’s the other thing I like about you. You must be a hit at parties.”<br />
<br />
he walks to a corner and pulls open a panel to reveal a safe. He thumbs it and unlocks it and from inside pulls out a thick envelope. He hands it over to Thien, who pockets it.<br />
<br />
“You’re not going to count it?”<br />
<br />
There was merely a glance at that comment, no need for conversation. The menace in that look was clear, without a single change of expression. I fantasize for a second that Accountant Man has messed something up so that Scarface would come back and slit the man’s throat, but even I know there’s little chance of that.<br />
<br />
“Well, all’s good then,” the man says, somewhat nervously. “The arrangement is to wire the rest of the money once we’ve tested her out. So sometimes tonight, if all goes well.”<br />
<br />
Thien nods once, and then stares at the hand that the man is extending. After two beats, he shakes the proffered hand, and takes his leave. I did not realize I much I was relying on his presence because as soon as the door closes back behind him, I feel so alone that if not the blankness in my mind that offers a form of gentle reassurance, I’d be freaking out something fierce right now.<br />
<br />
Accountant Man stands before me, waiting. He just drinks me in, and his look is definitely a lot more perverted than earlier when Thien was here. He’s looking me up and down freely, not evaluating this time, but appreciating.<br />
<br />
After maybe two minutes, he gets closer, and puts a hand on one of my breasts, through my dress. My body reacts—it feels good—but less than I expected, a buzz, nothing more. I do not try to get away—I could not anyway. I merely stand there, placidly, while his hand kneads my breast harder and harder.<br />
<br />
“You’re a pretty bitch,” he says, his eyes suddenly turning mean. “You’re going to be very good for business.” His hand slips underneath my dress and cups my bare flesh. His hands are warm and clammy. <br />
<br />
He’s getting excited, that’s obvious—his breathing is rapid, he’s sweating, his glasses are sliding off his nose. He’s close to me, his body against my side.<br />
<br />
His hand is grasping my breast hard now, squeezing it, alternating between grabbing a palmful and tweaking my nipple, which hardens under the assault.<br />
<br />
Suddenly, he reaches forward and he licks the side of my face, clear from my jaw to my temple, his tongue warm and wet against my skin. I shiver internally, but my body only buzzes slightly with arousal, passively taking in the aggression. No feelings coming from the black hole in my mind. A blankness that is both terrifying and soothing. <br />
<br />
Accountant Man steps back, wiping his hands, looking me up and down again. “Let’s have a look at what else you’re hiding under there.”<br />
<br />
He gets in front of me and kneels down, the movement causing a sharp exhale of air. But down he goes, and he runs his hands up my naked legs to the hem of my dress, and pauses there for a few seconds, clearly savoring the moment.<br />
<br />
Licking his lips, he slides his hands underneath the material and pulls down my underwear, slowly, his eyes closing as it to concentrate all of his attention on the sensation in his fingers. <br />
<br />
He pulls down my underwear—white, like my dress, a wispy pair of panties that is more lace than anything else—to my ankles, and my body automatically lifts one foot then the next so that he can toss them aside. <br />
<br />
He reaches up to push up my dress, unable to resist. “My, my, my,” he says. “Look at that.” I know exactly what he’s looking at. “Who’s Biff?” he looks up, but does not wait for an answer—I don’t know if I’d been able to answer anyway. “Lucky fellow. Well,” he makes a face, “maybe not so lucky, because you’re here and he’s not, right?” He grins at his own joke. “So you’re a kinky bitch, huh?”<br />
<br />
Without any prompting, he slips two fingers between my pussy lips and pushes up, and they sink in without any difficult because my body is aroused, a low-level arousal that is nevertheless perfectly effective. And while I can’t enjoy what he’s doing because of all the obvious reasons, I also cannot deny that the physical sensations are pleasurable. Whatever they did to me, they certainly heightened my body sensations. <br />
<br />
He spends a few minutes fucking me with two fingers, his eyes staring straight at my crotch, attentive, intense. In and out, juices starting to coat his hand. My hips are swaying gently, and my body is enjoying the attention, once in a while a moan escapes my lips that makes him smile. “You like that, don’t you?” <br />
<br />
It’s largely rhetorical I know, but I answer, “Yes.” It’s not me—it’s whatever blank that’s there in my mind in charge of these automatic responses, and it’s using a neutral placid voice, like the rest of my body’s attitude. I can’t help but wonder what the fuck they—whomever <i>they</i> are—did to me.<br />
<br />
I don’t know if that’s what does it for him, but he gets a look in his eyes and he dives into my crotch after pulling his fingers out, licking up and down my slit in a way that is inexpert if enthusiastic. He french-kisses my pussy for a long time, his hands running up and down my legs, his nose pressing into my skin, and my body enjoys the sensations.<br />
<br />
He pulls back, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and stays down there staring at me while he catches his breath. When he’s calmer, he stands up, straightens his tie, pats down his hair, adjusts his glasses.<br />
<br />
“We’ve got plenty of time to play later,” he says with a smile. “But before that, I have to test you out. Lest my bosses think that I put pleasure before business.”<br />
<br />
He stands before me. “So. Of the guys out there that you met as you came up, which is the one you like the least?”<br />
<br />
I don’t expect that question. My body takes it in stride though—I know, I keep referring to it as my body, but I swear, there’s no personality associated with it at all, it’s a bit like when you’re so busy thinking about something that worries you and then you snap out of it and it’s been ten minutes and in the meantime you’ve been driving or something and clearly your body is able to put together all the correct moves to steer the car and deal with traffic and everything else that happens but <i>you</i> were not there consciously?—so my body takes the question in stride and answer what I know is of course the right answer, and it comes out of my mouth without any censorship. “The gorilla that opened the door first.”<br />
<br />
The man barks out a laugh. “The gorilla! Nice! That’s perfect!” He turns to the door and shouts “Larry.” <br />
<br />
The door opens. “Yes, boss?” There’s an expectant tone in his voice.<br />
<br />
“Call up Franz.”<br />
<br />
The man at the door looks disappointed and gives me a quick glance before nodding. “Yes, boss.”<br />
<br />
I can hear the man shout “Franz! Get your ass up here!” and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that Frank is Gorilla’s name. I wonder what’s going to happen—my body’s feeling pretty buzzed right now after the man’s fingering and licking, but unless Franz is into passive chicks, it’s not going to be fun for him. Not that I want to make it fun for anybody—quite the opposite.<br />
<br />
Accountant Man turn to me, pulls out his phone, and looks up something. “Jennie, adjustment code R1, authorization 332565. Mode”, a pause, “girlfriend experience,” he adds with a smile. <br />
<br />
There’s a click in my head when I hear these words, and while the blankness in the midst of my mind does not lift, does not change, there is a charge of energy in the background that was not there before. Anticipation.<br />
<br />
A knock at the door. “Come in,” says Accountant Man with a grin. <br />
<br />
Gorilla comes in, big and with a shit-eating grin on his face. His eyes slither over me and suddenly I’m worried—flashbacks of all those times where Biff just gave me away to random guys run through my head, and I’m still amazed that it doesn’t half bother me as much as it should have—you’d figure I’d have PTSD or something, but maybe it’s the drugs that they fed me at the Institute, or maybe it’s whatever was just done to me, but all I can feel is a mollified dread and the expectation of an unpleasant experience—I am much more detached than the situation warrants. Not that I have any choice in any of this, mind you.<br />
<br />
“Jennie,” Accountant Man says, “please meet Franz, your date for the night.” <br />
<br />
At his words, my world explodes. There’s no other word for it. It explodes. And when everything settles, the blankness that was there in my mind has been filled out by this welter of emotions and thoughts and images and dreams, and there’s another me there, a beautiful me, a friendly me, a loving me, and all of her—our—feelings are directed at Franz, who’s looking at me expectedly, still with his grin on his face.<br />
<br />
And the feeling I get from inside me, which I have to fight for all it’s worth because it is overpowering—it is so much stronger, so much more defined, so much more swamping than what I felt when Biff used me—is that that smile that Franz has, that smile that I know is really a self-satisfied I’m-going-to-get-what-I-want grin, is just simply adorable because that’s the way Franz always looks at me, like I’m his one and only baby, the girl that he’s decided to take as his. <br />
<br />
Those feelings are alien, I know, but they feel so real that they make my head spin for a second and they confuse me. <br />
<br />
My body shifts slightly, relaxing, settling into a style, a rhythm. “Hey baby,” my mouth says, and I feel a smile forming on my lips. It’s because Franz is here. My Franz, here, with me, looking as cock-sure and as sweet as I remember him to be. My big burly sweetheart.<br />
<br />
“Hey Jennie,” he says, his own smile getting wider. “Miss me?”<br />
<br />
“You know I did, you fathead. Why did you leave me alone so long?” I take a step towards him, and slide my arms around his neck. I have to reach up as I always do, and that I’m wearing tall fuck-me heels, Franz’s favorites, helps because I’m pretty much as tall as he is now, if a third his size—my big strong man!<br />
<br />
He kisses me, and I respond by slipping him some tongue, and our kiss gets real deep real fast and I’m pressing against him—or he’s squeezing me hard against him, I don’t know, I don’t care—and there’s no one else in this world for me but this hard strong body wrapped around me.<br />
<br />
His hands are on my ass—Franz loves my ass, would spend all of his time pawing it and squeezing it and fucking it if I let him—and I push back against them, and moan in his mouth. <br />
<br />
He pulls up my dress and his hands are on my bare skin now and they feel so good, grabbing my flesh—when he gives my cheek a slap I yelp and pull back, making sure to rub my crotch against his wonderful cock so hard in front of me—all hard because of me!<br />
<br />
“Franz, baby, come on, he’s watching.” I glance to my left, where Franz’s boss, I don’t remember his name, is looking at us with what’s pretty clearly lust in his eyes.<br />
<br />
“Oh don’t mind him. He’s not going to bother us. Come on, turn around, I’ve been wanting to fuck that sweet cunt of yours ever since you walked through the door.”<br />
<br />
I shiver at his words—Franz loves to talk dirty, loves to treat me like I’m a little slut that he picked up in a bar, it fits so much into his manly man tough guy persona, and I admit it drives me crazy to think that he wants me and wants my body, and I groan and sway as he reaches up to grab one of my tits and squeezes it hard the way I can’t get enough of.<br />
<br />
“Oh baby, you want to do it in front of him? While he watches?” It feels so kinky I nearly wet myself. My Franz has such crazy ideas sometimes!<br />
<br />
“You love it and you know that. All you sluts get off by showing off anyway. Come on, turn around. Show me that fucking ass of yours.” He slaps me on the ass again, hard, and I squirm against him. <br />
<br />
“Baby, you’re so fucking kinky!” And I kiss him again, hard, pushing my tongue so far down his mouth that it feels like I’m fucking him, and I can’t wait to feel his hard cock plowing deep inside me. <br />
<br />
I turn around and make a shameless show of bending down to the table while lifting up my dress over my ass, flashing him my bare cunt. No panties, I never wear them with Franz because he likes easy access. I caress myself, running a hand between my cunt lips and finding them sensitive and engorged and ready for action, before spreading my legs and gently swaying my ass from side to side.<br />
<br />
“Come fuck me, baby.” <br />
<br />
Franz wastes no time and he’s got his pants around his ankles before he reaches me and I gasp when I feel his hot cock sliding over my cunt and pressing in and it’s as big and hard as I remember it to be and it spreads me open like a flower and it feels so fucking good.<br />
<br />
“Fuck yeah,” Franz growls, and I respond in kind. “Fuck you feel nice!”<br />
<br />
His words—and his cock, his wonderful hard cock—send shivers down my spine. I so love to make him happy! “You feel amazing too, baby, so fucking good!”<br />
<br />
And then he takes me, pounding into me the way he usually does, hard and fast, those long feverish thrust that I love because they tell me that he finds me too hot to handle sitting inside me without pumping in and out of my cunt, and I thrust my ass back against him as he does, enjoying the moment, enjoying the feel of having him inside of me, making me his woman. Completely forgotten are the cold table on which I’m pressing my tits and Franz’s boss looking at us with his little piggy eyes, wishing he was as brutish as Franz, wishing I was his girlfriend so that he could take me the way Franz is taking me, claiming me, owning me. <br />
<br />
I have my first orgasm when Franz starts slapping my ass, hard, not quite in time with his thrusts, and it’s pain and pleasure mixed in and it sends me over the edge in no time, between that and the relentless pounding he gives my hungry cunt.<br />
<br />
I come for the second time when Franz’s wet fat thumb presses into my asshole. He loves assplay, and I love it because he loves it. I want to tilt my hips up to facilitate his entry, to show him I can be his good little anal girlfriend, but between his cock still pounding me and my orgasm ripping through me, I cannot summon the necessary coordination, and instead I just let Franz do what he does best, which is fuck me into oblivion.<br />
<br />
I’m nearing my third big one when I feel him tense and I know he’s about to spurt out and I try to squeeze him inside me to make it even better for him since he’s given me so much pleasure already but he slaps me harder and pulls out and I have no time to whine because his gruff voice tells me that he wants to come all over my face.<br />
<br />
I get to my knees in front of him faster than you can spell cum-craving, and I take his lovely fat cock in my hand and jack him off while looking up at him. He’s looking down at me, sweat pouring down his face, and it’s so fucking hot how crazy I made him. I use my free hand to push my dress down, freeing my tits, letting him ogle them in all of their glory. His eyes on me make me even hotter.<br />
<br />
“You gonna cream all over my face, baby?” I egg him on as I stroke him faster. “You gonna cream all over my face like in the pornos? You want me to be your little pornstar girlfriend?”<br />
<br />
He growls an indistinct “fuck yeah” as he pumps his hips and I swear his cock gets even fatter as I stroke him and I wonder how much cum he’s going to give me this time and before I can think much further he explodes and long streams of delicious jism spurt out and land on my face and streak my mouth and nose and eyes and I open my mouth to snatch some of them off as they fly and he’s covering me and it barely registers with me that I’ve got three fingers up my cunt and I’m coming for the third time.<br />
<br />
I collapse on the floor panting as Franz staggers back, pulling up his pants and snorting like a horse after a race. I can barely think as Franz’s boss nods to Franz. “Good job. Thank you.”<br />
<br />
“My pleasure, boss. You gonna stick around?”<br />
<br />
A head shake. “No. I’ll be taking her. I’ll make sure that she’s fit to work at the House without any problem.”<br />
<br />
“Looks fit enough to me,” Franz says with an adorable grin. “Is she…”<br />
<br />
Franz is so cute the way he almost blushes when he asks whatever it is he’s asking, and I want to cuddle him and pet him and maybe get him to slide his cock inside me again.<br />
<br />
Franz’s boss gives a little grin. “I don’t know if she’s going part of the bonus roster, but if she does, I’ll be sure to let you know.”<br />
<br />
Franz’s smile grows wider still. “Thanks boss!”<br />
<br />
Franz gives me a last glance before he turns to leave, and I give him a little wave, making a production out of spreading his cum all over my face as though it were skin cream.<br />
<br />
Franz’s boss looks at me with bright eyes full of lust—I can tell, and why wouldn’t he, I’m a hot bitch that’s just gotten fucked good by her hung boyfriend—and nods. “Well done, Jennie. Welcome back.”<br />
<br />
There’s something in the way he says that that just extinguishes me. I can’t use a different word for it. All color in the world, all emotions, all sparks just fade away and disappear, and suddenly there’s that blankness in the middle of my mind, that ethereal beckoning numbness that calls to me. And it’s like a spell wearing off, and I’m back, shaken, wondering what the hell happened.<br />
<br />
This is so much stronger than whatever Biff ever did to me, that I’m stunned speechless. <i>I’m going to lose myself</i> is the thought that run non-stop through my mind. <br />
<br />
Accountant Man is standing over me, looking at me with his evaluating eyes. He nods. “There’s a washroom right there. Clean yourself up. We’re going for a ride. I have more… tests for you.”<br />
<br />
I shudder—if this was the first test, what are the others going to be like? <i>I’m going to lose myself.</i> As my body stands up obediently to go clean up the disgusting filth that Gorilla splashed all over my face, I hang on to the image of the room I grew up in, that safe place that reminds me who I really am, and I hang on to the image of Daniel, my love, hugging me in that same room, offering me warmth and solace.<br />
<br />
“Welcome to the House of the Rising Sun,” I hear Accountant Man say under his breath as I walk away.<br />
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<i>ENCRYPTED MESSAGE to Patrick Dee</i><br />
<br />
<i>I successfully delivered the latest girl to the Connelly Brothers’ man. The fund transfer was completed earlier today, and he expressed satisfaction with the delivery, both this one and the previous girls.</i><br />
<br />
<i>I want to register my discomfort once more at dealing with the Connelly Brothers. I understand why you feel we must do it, but I still think it is a bad idea. </i><br />
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<i>Since I cannot change your mind, with your permission, I would like to work out contingency plans in case things go, as you say in this country, south. I would like to understand their organization, its strength and weaknesses. That should give us some idea where potential failures may come from, and how we might react to them and prevent them ruining your plans. Please acknowledge. </i><br />
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<i>Regards, T</i><br />
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<center><b>THE END of BOOK V</b></center>Bulgroz The Thirdhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02669596316603884270noreply@blogger.com13