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True Grit: That letter at the beginning had a point

Title: That letter at the beginning had a point

Series: True Grit

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Mattie Ross/Unknown

Contains: underage, non-con, gangbang, BDSM
Warning: I will not answer to the comments of annoying loudmouths who may be offended. If you’re looking for compliance with social mores, a porn-fic blog is the wrong place.
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Mattie Ross looked about her, but could see nothing. Presently, she realized that this was because of a broad strip of leather tied across her eyes. It was clear that it was designed with this purpose in mind, because it fit the contours of her face so well. If there was light in the room, it made no difference. It was as though she had been rendered blind. She could not speak, because her mouth was full of a piece of wood bound by another piece of leather about her head. It was rather like the bit of a horse, she thought. About her neck was a length of rope that scratched unpleasantly. Her hands were handcuffed together behind her back. Further investigation led Mattie to discover that she was on a hardwood floor, and the length of rope around her neck was tied about two feet from her neck to the back of a simple wooden chair. This chair was by a small table at which a number of people were eating. She could hear the sound of forks on plates. And she was naked, barefoot, and completely exposed.

Mattie tried to speak, testing the new limits of her communication. The sound that came out was an “mmmmm?”. The voice was fearful, questioning. Mattie’s head moved about from place to place, as one does when one has to rely on their hearing. A hand cuffed her on the head sharply, and a voice said “Shut up.”

Mattie quieted down immediately, and listened to the sounds of eating. Obviously she was in the hands of outlaws, in their base most likely. There was a good chance they were going to hold her for ransom- and there was a chance that they would have their way with her as well. If they were going to… Have their way with me, thought Mattie, they most likely wouldn’t have stopped for dinner first. They’re probably just trying to scare me. Mattie took comfort in this fact until it was proven wrong. One by one, the uncertain number of men at the table finished eating and left the table. While two or three of the others were still just finishing up, one of the men walked around the table to Mattie and loosened her gag, removing the bit from her mouth. “Sir”, she began, but was immediately unable to speak once more as the man grabbed her by the pigtails and shoved something else into her mouth- she realized what it was when it began thrusting in and out at an alarming rate. “Mmmmmm!” Mattie cried, “Mmmm!”. “No teeth!” commanded a harsh voice, and she received a slap on the cheek. Mattie forgot any possibility of biting. The man shoved as far down Mattie’s throat as he could, his balls hit her chin, she gagged hard on his penis and he shot down her throat without the need for her to swallow. As he pulled out, Mattie doubled over, choking and coughing, until he put the gag back in.

The last sounds of eating had at this point stopped, and Mattie heard the men start moving towards the center of the room, away from the table. One of them untied the rope around her neck from the chair and tugged her in the direction they were going. Mattie started to stand up, but a sharp tug brought her down on her stomach; “You crawl, little girl”, he said, “And you keep up!” He started walking in the same direction, pulling the rope behind him. Mattie wriggled along frantically on her chest and knees, trying to keep from being dragged behind him by her neck.
She would writhe along on her stomach, manage to get up on her knees, and then fall on her face by a sharp tug on the rope. 25 feet later she fell flat on her face in the middle of the sitting room rug, where she allowed herself a small sob before clamping down on her emotions once more. Cushioned chairs and couches were arranged in a circle around the edge of the rug she lay on- she could hear the men watching her, shifting their weight as they sat.
Stepping up behind her someone removed Mattie’s gag once more. “Where am I?” she asked, reflexively turning her head to face him as though she could make eye contact. “That’s none of your concern.” said a voice. Mattie hesitated, uncertainly, then asked, “What are you going to do to me?” Her mouth was dry as she heard the voice saying “Now we get to the heart of the matter.” Her gag was shoved back in and harsh laughter came from some of the group. A hand reached out and touched Mattie’s anus. She jumped and kicked out with a foot, satisfied to feel it connect, even though it had little effect. The man grabbed her kicking foot and the back of her head, and dragging her over to the nearby fireplace shoved her forcefully into the wall of heat. “Mmmm!” Mattie cried, “Mmm! Mmmmm! MMMmm!” she could feel the heat from the flames scarcely a foot away from her young breasts, and it terrified her. “Under which circumstances will you scream more?” The man asked, holding Mattie uncomfortably close to the flames. “Make all the noise you want, struggle all you want, but if you manage to hurt anyone at all there will be consequences.” More harsh laughter came from the group. He shoved Mattie bodily back into the center of the circle and forcibly spread her legs and mounted her. Mattie whimpered slightly in fear, then cried out in pain as a man thrust into her for the first time. More harsh laughter came from those watching, but she hardly heard it. All she heard was her own screaming until he finally came, depositing his seed inside her. Mattie whimpered. She felt a hand begin smearing something over her anus and squirmed, but was unable to get away. Mattie was penetrated for the second time, this time in her anus- She had not even considered this possibility, which had not been included when her mother discussed sex with her. The man’s penis moved in and out of her, lubricated by what he had smeared on it, and Mattie cried out once again, this time only too aware of the enjoyment these men got from listening. Suddenly, he pulled out, removed her bit, and shoved himself into her mouth. “Clean me”, he ordered- Mattie moved her head up and down on him, sucking him clean and disgusted with the concept until he released into her mouth. “Swallow”, he said, and pulled out at last when Mattie did so. She lay on the floor and listened to the next man rise from his seat…

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Posted by on January 16, 2012 in True Grit, Uncategorized

 

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Lord of the Rings: Visible Appearance

Series: Lord of the Rings

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Eowyn/Original Character

Contains: futa

The main reason that Eowyn never obsessed about- or more accurately, never obsessed over her looks was that she hated them. Her womanly appearance was exactly what lost her the rights that men afford, which was made all the more bitter by the fact that she was not necessarily a woman at all. Everyone, even those who knew, thought of her as her based on her mostly-womanly form, and she herself had gotten used to thinking of herself as she (hence the use of the female pronoun), but she could neither bear child nor bear sitting at home with them. In perspective, she was lucky she was not thrown back at birth as would happen among many peasant families or barbarians, but this was little comfort.

She threw herself down on her bed and sent for Esgri. Esgri’s job was to keep secrets, an open mind, and the princess’ bed. As she awaited his arrival, she closed her door and undressed. She lay down on the bed once more, stroking the thing that made her so miserably unfit for her assumed gender role, and contemplated this and that. It looked so incredibly ugly in her hand. What was more it prevented her viewing the other one, the one that would have been better alone. Her flaw felt good to be stroked… Her flaw was responsible for the unfit hormones that made her so restless. It precluded the possibility of children. It prevented her from any (ohhh…) thoughts of finding love. What man could stomach it, and what woman stomach the rest of her? None fit for a (a bead of precum appeared) princess to marry. There was Esgri, sure, but he wasn’t a love, just something to take the edge off its lack. Not (she licked the precum off her finger) that he was unpleasant company, or unseemly- She continued stroking, and began to knead below as well. A muffled curse escaped her lips. What if one of the female servants happened to come in? She had neglected to lock the door, to allow Esgri access. She would probably be astonished, she thought. She would probably go tell all her friends about the woman with a cock. Maybe I could stop her, give me time to shut her up. And I could do it. I’d show her just how much of a woman I am. Just how feminine I can be. So she could go tell her friends about the man with breasts and cunt. Here she almost came, but stopped and slapped it twice, then started again more slowly.

There was a knock at the door. She stopped and got under the bedclothes, just in case. “Come in”, she said. The door opened and a face framed by blond hair and beard entered. The hair was worn long, with braids in it, and the beard was thick but trimmed within an inch of the skin. A body followed the face soon after. “Undress, Lady?” Esgri asked, beginning to before he got an answer. After all this time, he could read Eowyn’s moods.
He made sure the door was locked, and sat down on the bed awaiting instructions. “Come, a simple lay.” she said without emotion. She pushed back the bedcovers halfway and spread her legs, lifting her wretched organ out of the way. Esgri looked at her, then saying nothing entered and mounted ‘twixt her legs, which she wrapped around him, ending the required effort on her part for this position. Esgri began to thrust into her, at the same time lifting his chest from hers to stroke her. Stubbornly, she wished he wouldn’t, but said nothing. Removed from the pressure of his body, her breasts bounced freely. The bed was soft and the pillows softer, the undersheets were of fine satin. Her hair was freshly washed from earlier that day, and lay behind her head and to either side as they fucked. Esgri’s blond locks hung over his face, which was downturned to avoid eye contact. “Esgri?” she said, again without emotion. “Lady Eowyn?” “…No, ’tis nothing.” It was the third thing she had said to him that day, yet he was her only partner- perhaps for ever. She lay back and stared at the wall. Esgri had now stopped stroking her, and she somewhat wished he would start again. But again, she said nothing. She felt herself clench around him. Finally, almost over, she thought. He felt it too, and began to thrust harder. The wooden bedframe creaked slightly. Somehow this should feel better, she thought. She didn’t feel much. She tried focusing her mind, tried to force herself to enjoy the climax. Her cunt throbbed as he fucked it, it opened to allow him to fill it and closed in his wake. His hips slammed against her pelvis as though he meant to shatter it. Her bottom ached. Her legs were slightly tired from being held spread so long, and the muscles trying to move together with her- and of course, Esgri’s arms- holding them apart produced more clenching as she neared her explosion. Her entire body moved up and down for the thrusting. Her breasts slapped wetly against her chest. His stomach rubbed slightly on her flaw as he fucked her harder and harder. Eowyn felt herself clench, once, twice, and she exploded around him, little drops of woman-cum spurting out as he tried his best to fuck it all out of her. He thrust deliberately twice more to more expelled fluid, and with practiced timing pulled out and came onto the floor. Then Esgri’s hand darted out as Eowyn’s orgasm just began to die down and grabbed her cock, the cock she hated so much and pulled twice with enough force to wrench a small cry from her as she came a second time, shooting into the air with contractions that squirted the last tiny bit of her previous orgasm onto the bed. She lay there and watched the ceiling. “Lady Eowyn! Please, forgive me!” said Esgri in shock, and began cleaning her with his shirt. She realized that she was covered in her own ejaculate. She licked off what was on her lips without noticing, and considered that this time truly was amazing. Yet somehow, she still felt unsatisfied. She glared at her now-limp cock as if to say, “I blame you.”

 
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Posted by on January 10, 2012 in Lord of the Rings, Uncategorized

 

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Author Feature: WyndGyrl

Wyndgyrl is the author of some excellent Buffy-verse femslash stories.
You can find them here: http://www.angelfire.com/grrl/wyndgyrl/main.htm

 
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Posted by on October 18, 2011 in Buffy/Angel, Uncategorized

 

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If you know, or have written, a good piece of NC-17 rated fanfiction, you may Email it to me at http://www.imurphy.com@gmail.com . I myself will mainly publish het and femslash fics, but slash fics may be accepted.
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Posted by on October 12, 2011 in Uncategorized