Termyn8or
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Why waste good fiction on the consentual ? This is long, but necessarily so : (don't try to read it all at once) http://members.aol.com/zzyzzwicky2/eg01.doc http://members.aol.com/zzyzzwicky2/eg02.doc http://members.aol.com/zzyzzwicky2/eg03.doc http://members.aol.com/zzyzzwicky2/eg04.doc http://members.aol.com/zzyzzwicky2/eg05.doc http://members.aol.com/zzyzzwicky2/eg06.doc I guess one of the problems with that story is that it is consentual. Perhaps many would prefer Cherry Girl. Cherry Girl is the Stockholm syndrome in spades. I haven't put it out on the web as of yet, but I will after a bit more polishing. In Cherry Girl I am rich, and I kidnap a cherry girl. After months and months of imprisionment and bondage, she is trained. She is off drugs, healthier and feels better than she has since she was a kid. Later she has one of my new cars and one of my credit cards, and is told that she can leave anytime she wants, but of course wearing a chastity belt. I have the key. She is free to go back to her old life, I'd take the belt off and she can walk home, wherever that is. But as long as she is mine she does not leave my house without the CB on, and no keys. Actually Cherry Girl is hard to write, because I am writing it from a totally different perspectrive. I am a 47 year old Man writing from the perspective of a young Woman, addicted to drugs and living wherever. I don't do drugs, not anything hard anyway. I have a good family, her's had disowned her after many things, because of her addiction. In the story I get her off the drugs by literally chaining her to the wall. She had been selected for her lineage, I had traced her roots back beyond Eliis Island, all the way to the old country, where her Greatgranparents were born. I saw such a waste, and even though what I did was illegal as hell, I know all the cops and judges. This is not a flip flop like you might be looking for, but close. Basically the non-consentual becomes the consentual. I know drug addicts, and I know it is not easy for them to break the habit, but the trick with this girl was to keep her away from it until all traces of the drugs were out of her system. While I really hate to do that to someone, sometimes you have to. After eight days she is offered a pile of money, and a ride to right back where we found her. She said no. After that the chastioty belt comes. It is explained to her how pleasure must be metered, taken slowly. After a time she is allowed to do some crack, but only on Friday night. How you feel in the morning is your own problem. Eventually she turns that down. She is clean. Then she learns why she was chosen, because of her lineage, and that is why she is driving my brand new Caddilac and holding one of my credit cards that has no limit. She is now ready to have my baby. You see in the story, me, a rich guy, our family never forgets a debt, never. My ancestors were saved from a terrible fate by her ancestors, without them I would not be here. She was also the perfect candidate to bear my child. If her dead relatives who helped my dead relatives knew what I did they would be happy. And I wanted her. The latter part of this story hasn't even been written yet, but the concept is there. Trying to write I have learned to respect writers, this is not all that easy. I am having trouble jumping from one perspective to another, but that is necessary. To make it smooth for the reader is very difficult. This is a very rich subject, like the Stockholm syndrome on steroids, so I intend to persue it. If I can just write it right it can be a hell of a good read, but I really don't know if my skills are up to that particular snuff. And now there is another one, a buddy of mine has an excellent idea for a book. I am considering ghost writing it for him. Wrong Side Of The Mountain is about some people who go camping, but there is a mountain, and one of them goes to the other side and finds that some family of radicals owns it and they hunt humans. He even gave me a rationale for why they do it. Not for sport, to stay strong. The weaponry they use has not been mentioned, but traps have. If I write this one, I will try to have it that they use no weapons for the hunt itself. They are heavily armed to protect their turf, but the hunt itself is done with their bare hands, perhaps a small knife. Ironically, we call this guy Hunter, but in his story he is the hunted. I'll have to talk to him a bit later and see if he has given any more thought to this. But I would imagine that in spirit, this is not unlike what the OP wants. As the central character, the prey, I assume he intends to survive. I really don't want to do it, but I might take that idea and write something very kinky about it. Can be done. Be well. T
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