You're probably seeing all those tags and wonder: "How the fuck does he cram all these fetishes into one story?"

Well, I've lurked for several years now, and written down my depraved fantasies (which is the only thing they are! Fantasies!), and as I did, I noticed that they became darker with each instance.

Thus, I decided to try and write a story that combined my many fetishes. Some of the tags will appear later on. Aside from the ones listed on top, I'll include more, but I'll put them on top of the reply which contains them.

The one thing I'll never include is rape, which is kind of funny to me, as there is so much unpleasantness contained here..

Have fun reading, I hope you're enjoying reading my story as much I as I did writing it.

Cheers!





My own town (Chapter 1)


Living in an enclave of the reformed world where I had free reign, I woke up on a particularly sunny day.

Of course, since the installation of holographic weather-cladding, every day was sunny, except when I don't want it to be.

My immense technological and scientific input had been important to establish the status quo, thus I was given a region to use as I see fit.

Banning all other natural doms from my land, I then established the rule that everyone should live their life as if the usual Free-Sex-Rules were not applicable.

Sexual contact was as it used to be during the heteronormative, unliberated world, with one man pairing off with a woman, building up a family.

I had no streets full of desperate people, willing to do literally anything with anyone, unlike every other town on the outside.

However, there was one factor that brought chaos into this seemingly “normal” town.

Me.

People were to exactly follow any order I gave them and in doing so, specially crafted brainchips would release endorphines.

People were literally addicted to following my orders.

Of course, while living normal lives, their spines always tingled pleasantly, as they followed their given orders passively.

But, as I had everyone implanted with special orgasm-inhibitors, I condemned the people living in this enclave to a life constantly aroused, but never able to achieve climax except for spare, glorious moments where I, their master used them as I pleased.

I also forbid any form of regeneration, since I like everything done to my slaves to be final.

The population would be held at 2000 people constantly, 1000 females of ages 0 to a few 35-year-old MILFs, and 1000 males, ages ranging from 0 to 100.

Thus, some of the men had no female counterpart of their age and acted more like the nice old grandfather, living with their assigned son or daughter, as well as their assigned children.

Due to this, a number of unattended females lived a sad, single life, while their sexual desperateness grew stronger than the others'.

Still, people were encouraged to form relationships and also have recreational sex in private, a custom that, due to the edge-state I just described, led to massive sexual frustration among the citizens, giving me exactly the kind of stage I needed to live out my cuckolding-fantasies.

I especially loved snuffing and discarding a whole family of fuck-toys in front of their wimpy husbands/grand-/fathers eyes after I had made him help my fucking of every single orifice in the family.

Especially having him cum for the first and last time in his life and directing the sperm on the corpses laid out before him was deviously wonderful.

All the inhabitants had to wear a small tag visibly on their body, displaying their age and other useful information like weight, height and relatives.

If I snuff someone, the densely populated towns around the region would send someone equal in age and gender to replace them.

Since those towns suffered from huge overpopulation and vast amounts of those people were subs, our town never suffered any shortage of human replenishments.

Now to the town: It looked pretty much like one of the old American suburbs with nice, small houses and gardens attached to them.

One large supermarket provided everything people needed.

Unlike on the outside, I still had a money-based economical system in my enclave, although not needed in any way, as fusion generators and transformators could enable free living for everyone.

According to ancient times, consumerism still was established, to surrogate for the sexual repression, just like the ancient times.

This was further material for my cuckolding fantasies, but I'll get to that later on.

There were different stores that looked like they were selling ancient everyday stuff that today of course was not needed in the slightest.

But still it served to uphold the illusion of a normal, small town.

Inside however were perfectly equipped torture-rooms, each one with a unique theme.

There was also one slightly larger office-building where the majority of the adults worked.

Aside from that it had a school for the 1000 pupils where they learned normal stuff like Math, English and of course many different Sports to keep their bodies fit for their master.

All grown-ups had to at least spend two hours a day at the local fitness-club, making it one of the centres of life in town, too.

There also was a swimming pool with a huge outdoor-area that elongated right into the park next to it.

Many of the citizens liked to spend their afternoons and weekends here.

And finally there was a church.

I was raised as a Christian by my ancient, barbaric parents.

Thus, I liked to defile the symbols of their laughable belief, holding black masses with human sacrifices regularly, but more of that later on.



Now, looking around in the large, lush bedroom I was currently in, I spotted the form of a body lying under the sheets.

It was a small, delicate blonde girl, right around the corner of puberty.

Reminiscing about last night, I remembered how her delicate little throat had been tensing just as hard as her small, broken-in pucker that hugged my huge cock so nicely.

Killing her by suffocation, I just used her as a flesh-bodypillow to hug during the night, a plan which I of course had told her beforehand, only to have her encourage me in my endeavour.

I could have let her live, one would argue, since corpses lose their warmth until the morning, which is mildly less pleasant than a snugly, warm body to hug and fuck after waking.

But for me personally, it is less important than the fact that their breathing and occasional snoring don't disturb my sleep.

Not to mention the turning and reaching during sleep.

I inspected the rigid form more closely, admiring how slender and pale her smooth body was.

I uncovered her and turned her on her back.

What a sight!

Her cute toes, attached to small, sexy feet that elongated into two completely smooth legs, reaching up to her pelvis, which just had started to develop womanly curves, but still gave her a rather child-like appearance.

Then the puffy labia, the small, protruding waist-bones, her heart-dropping flat-as-a-board stomach that showed off hints of her ribcage that was topped off with two rose-coloured nubs, crowning just the hint of womanly breasts, her slender shoulders and skinny arms.

And finally her throat, adorned with the still-red mark of the rope I had used, leading to a purple-hued, smiling, angelic face.

It were moments like these when I really admired how my subservient little slaves could become even more beautiful in death.

I had to fight my urge to fuck the little, completely untouched pussy for a first and last time.

In my experience, necrophilic acts with a corpse older than 8 hours feels clearly inferior to sex with a living human.

I slung her body over my shoulder, revelling in its lightness, and tossed it into the discreetly hidden garbage chute.

There was a students club at the local school that dealt with the remains I left around town.

Occasionally I would wait for them and give them a little...surprise.



Walking to the kitchen, I didn't bother to put on clothes.

I had forgone the trouble of wearing them long ago.

Just feels better to me.

After a quick breakfast I left the house.

My large, always-hard dick swung wildly around, as I rushed down the stairs and got into my personal transporter.

I pondered for a bit, deciding on the proper way to start my day.

Coming to a decision, I drove to the school.

I never liked set rhythms and thus tried never to visit a place regularly every day, as I wanted my prey to be always on edge and ever-surprised about my presence.

I quickly reached the campus, watching the empty streets as I drove.

Everyone would be occupied by now, so this was no surprise to me.

Stopping right in front of the large building, I got out and hurried up to the entrance....