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Lincoln Loud lay on his bed and paged through the latest issue of Ace Savvy, his mind distant. Every so often, he would realize that he had lost his train of thought and none of what he was reading was making sense, so he would have to flip back a few pages and start over. There was something on his mind, a problem that he had been working out for quite some time, a problem that he couldn't actually explain. It started six months ago. Luan came into his room one night, slipped into his bed, and took off her nightdress. "I need you," she whispered as she ran her hands over his body. Lincoln was appalled but it felt really good and he wound up having sex with her. The next night, Luna came into his room, climbed into his bed, and took her shirt off. "I need you," she whispered and ran her hands over his body. He was appalled, but it felt really good and he wound up having sex with her. This ritual repeated each night until he had been with all of his sisters. Every night, he slept with one of them and every night she urged him to finish inside of her. Nothing ever came of it, though; no pregnancies, no near misses, nothing. His sisters all coming to him in rapid succession, all saying the exact same line, was only the tip of the weirdness iceberg. For one thing, they all felt the same, all smelled the same, all moved the same way. That is, they barely moved; they simply laid there and stared up at him with creepy smiles while he did all the work. One night, Luna came into his room wearing Lori's clothes, and another night, he could have sworn that Leni had Luan's hair. The more he noticed, the more that happened. He didn't know what a vagina was supposed to feel like but he got the sense that each one of his sisters' was...artificial. That was the word that came to mind. Artificial. Last month, he came upstairs to find one wall nearly translucent, faded by still there; he could see Lola and Lana lying limply on their beds like marionettes at rest. Days later, he walked home from school like he did everyday, but when he got home, it wasn't there. The house, the yard, even the driveway, had moved over a couple lots. Everything looked the same but the distance wasn't right. He knew exactly how long it was from school to home, he had counted on a pedometer for gym class. He walked back to school, turned the pedometer app on his phone on, and walked back home. There were an extra 800 feet from the sidewalk to his front door. All of these things and more bothered Lincoln greatly, and he focused most of his time and energy on them. He was convinced that this wasn't new, that strange things had always happened. He remembered one time Vanzilla broke down. The next day, everyone piled into it and it ran perfectly. Lincoln asked Mom if they had fixed it and she swore up and down that it had never been broken in the first place. There were other things, small things, things that he didn't notice then but which stuck out to him now. Colors being different, people coming and going from his life with flimsy explanations, no one else remembering things he were certain had happened. Two days ago, as he sat in the living room, the world began to flicker. Not the lights, but everything. The walls, the floor, all of it flashing bright, dim, bright, dim. He watched in amazement, and though it may have been imagination, he saw lines of green ones and zeroes in the split second before everything stabilized. He went back to a comic book he had read, and from that point on, he was convinced that he was living in a simulation. Lisa. She was behind this. She had to be. One day he confronted her in her room. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Lincoln," she said. "I may be a genius for my age, but do you really believe I had the capability to create an immersive computer simulation in my own bedroom? That would require trillions of dollars in funding and a team of researchers...if it's even possible, which I highly doubt that it is." Flashing, Lincoln grabbed her by the front of her sweater and yanked her off the floor. "You're lying. Why don't you just tell the truth?" He shook her back and forth but she only smiled at him, seemingly unaffected by being jostled. Presently, the world began to wink in and out again. He looked up and watched in stunned horror as the room around him flashed bright and dim, bright and dim. Instead of green numbers, he saw alien white text on an icy blue background. He didn't know how he knew this, but the simulation was crashing. Suddenly, Lori was in front of him. She wore Luan's blouse, Lynn's red shorts, Lisa's glasses, and Leni's flip flops. She had a Lolaish gap in her teeth, black hair, and a red baseball cap. Paperclip earrings were stuck in her earlobes and as he watched, she pulled down her shorts. A pink tube jutted from between her thighs, and when she spoke, it was in a language that he didn't recognize but nevertheless understand. Insemination sequence begin. She mounted him, and though he willed himself to move, he was frozen. She carefully slipped the tube over his penis and watched as it began to pump back and forth like an automatic milking machine. The blue screen appeared again, and all at once, the world fell away and Lincoln's eyes flew open. He was strapped to a cold metal table and surrounded by beeping and flashing machines. A hose leading to a giant spherical device was attached to his penis and strange creatures stood around him, cast in shadows. He could only make out their profile, but that was enough to threaten his sanity. Tall, thin, and misshapen with wide heads and tentacles, they were a study in horror. Lincoln's mind swelled with madness and he let out a terrified scream. Once more, the world faded and Lincoln sank into darkness. He came back to himself with Lori on top of him, her hands pressed to his chest and her hips rocking urgently against his. She looked normal now, her tiny breasts swaying and flexing as she bounced on his dick. He reached his climax and filled her pussy. She let out a strangled gasp and slowed to a stop, panting and covered in sweat. When she was gone, Lincoln stared up into the darkness. A dream, he told himself, that's all it was, a terrible dream. The things he saw, the eldritch abominations collecting his sperm for their own nefarious purposes...none of it was real. He believed that. He truly did.

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Hi, Per your request, the profile and story have been deleted from the archive.

45203! Behold O break of night! For dusk comes before dawn!

Sorry, for this profile: https://members.adult-fanfiction.org/profile.php?no=1296951957 Could you please also delete the story that is on it? Thanks

Hi, could you please delete my account? The profile is here: https://members.adult-fanfiction.org/profile.php?no=1296951957 If needed I can confirm the email address linked to it – the reset link didn’t work for me. Thanks in advance

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Well I was planning on releasing it by mid June but I’ve been busy dealing with a family matter so it’s going to be a little while longer.

It’s not exactly the same as either of the two examples above, but fairly close is Marriage Counseling by TheFrigidPidgeon on AO3.

1 vote for business women Hi LHunt, thanks for voting. Whichever ends up winning, I'll be going for a new money / old money dynamic. Women who were excluded from high society because they didn't go to the right school or have the right surname, sick of being looked down on and now able to take their frustrations out on a member of the aristocracy. And Lara, because of her posh upbringing, will feel that serving them is beneath her, which will add to her humiliation.

My opinion – business women. But not those rich socialite types Lara is accustomed to. Common type business women that over time was treated rather unfairly by Lara and her old staff...like when Tori went shopping for Sarah...Winston and the others when they was out and about doing the estate’s business. Now, Lara has to atone for all their rudeness and overall attitudes. These women are rich enough to be members of a country club as well, just not rich enough to own one. Mary still controls what she has to do – Lara feels it’s beneath her to be servicing lower class women. Lead the Way!

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I may just consider it. If it were consistent across chapters I feel like it would be a choice. The fact that they corrected it in future chapter makes me think it wasn’t.

Sounds like a lot of fun. I’ve played in sandboxes like that in the past though not in this story specifically. No alternate realities or dimensional travel in this one. Just in the sense that the story isn’t told “correctly”.

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Hi everyone, looking for some opinions. I've decided not to use the maids for the foot fetish scene. Instead I'll be using them for a fantasy gangbang scene for Lara's Onlyfans. The scene will be staged in front of the greenscreen. Lara is in a tomb and is captured by a tribe of futa goblins. Maids dressed in green body paint, loincloths, masks and strap-ons. Airtight fun ensues. For the foot fetish scene, Lara is going to be attending a rich country club as a masseuse (specifically a foot masseuse, as this group of women have a fetish for that). They recognise her and want to know why she's working there. She has to explain that she's massively in debt and all her Onlyfans money is going to pay off her loans, and she had to get a second job to support her lifestyle. Mary will be giving her instructions in an earpiece. She makes Lara tell the women that she's willing to perform extra services for more money, like using her mouth and tongue to massage their feet, and offering to give them happy endings. The women think it's hilarious that Lara has been reduced to prostituting herself for a few hundred pounds and eagerly take her up on her offer, even going so far as to offer her more money if she'll stoop even lower (masturbating herself on their feet, letting them foot-fuck her pussy and ass etc). Question - Do you think it would be better with dominant business women or bitchy arrogant footballer's wives?

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