10 Stories That Are Very Important To Me by Polaris

Writer: Polaris / http://www.asstr.org/~Polaris/

Subject: 10 Stories That Are Very Important To Me

Link: LS666 / 09.10.2022

10 Stories That Are Very Important To Me

Listed below are ten works, or collections of works, that each have a special place in my memory. I have a great love for them all, and most of them have influenced my own writings in some way.

Some backstory — I first discovered online stories at age fourteen in December of 1995 after I had successfully persuaded my parents to allow me to use the, “AOL free trial,” CD, that I had received from a friend. The trial may have been free, but the long distance phone calls to the nearest AOL Center were anything but, so I was only allowed mere hours to do my exploring. Things took a disappointing turn when I was unable to use the recommended, “Webcrawler,” search engine to actually surf the genuine internet.

The only thing I was able to access were these, “Special areas,” within AOL (the names of which I have long forgotten). To my further dismay, no pornographic images existed within these special areas, but I did manage to find a collection of stories. Little did I know then that what at first seemed like a poor consolation prize would turn out to be one of the most joyful discoveries of my youth!

The stories there had been saved from, “Usenet,” and was I ever wowed by their contents! There was lesbianism, incest, people consuming and playing with piss and shit, and the most surprising to me of all, underaged characters. Nevertheless, each story was consensual, and I would not be exposed to examples of my true literary calling of rape, torture and snuff until February of 1997, when my city finally received a legitimate internet provider. With it, I quickly discovered, “Usenet,” and, “DejaNews,” and, well, the rest is history.

As it is hard to truly rank them, I will instead order them by the date of which I first discovered them.

1. The “Fear Street,” Series by R.L. Stine.
Discovered: 1992.

Yes, the first work on my list is not an erotic story, or even an online story, but these books nevertheless played a crucial role in shaping a lifelong interest for me.

For those unacquainted, the, “Fear Street,” novels were (mostly) murder mysteries/thrillers aimed at a tween/teenage audience. The protagonists, almost always female, were high school aged, and very often the killers were as well. They felt kind of like slasher movies in text form, and sometimes even had creative slasher-level deaths. For example, in the first one I ever read, “Lights Out,” a girl is murdered by getting her necklace caught in a spinning pottery wheel which pulls her face down and grinds it to a pulp. Woo!

If the killer happened to be male, which was the case more often than not, I still found the story to be a fine read. But, if the killer was female, it made my eleven year old self very happy and excited. Even rarer still, was the chance occasion when the stories would incorporate supernatural themes. My two favorite entries in the series happen to do just that.

The first I’d like to talk about is, “The Secret Bedroom.” In this story, a girl named Lea moves into a creepy, run-down old house and soon learns that the ghost of a little girl named Catherine resides in the attic. The two gradually become friends, and soon Lea asks Catherine if she’ll help her scare Marci — a girl from school who has been bullying her — the ghost enters Lea’s body as they go to Marci’s home, and once there, they do some typical haunted house schtick like making a vase float and causing coats to fly out of the closet. But then, when Marci runs up stairs in terror, Catherine telekentically pushes her through the railing and she falls to her death. Marci breaks her neck upon impact with, “A sickening crack,”— a phrase that Stine often used, which I loved. At this point, Catherine realizes that she can take over Lea’s body whenever she wants and plans to murder Lea’s boyfriend, Don, next. From here, Lea learns that Catherine had also murdered her own parents, who themselves end up appearing in their ghost forms during the climax and successfully drag their evil daughter away from the world of the living.

This book was significant in that it gave me the first sexual fantasies that I can remember. I would imagine that I had a, “Ghost girlfriend,” like Catherine (except around my own age) who would at first murder the assholes in my own life, and then (like Catherine) desire to move on to the more innocent. There was also another element that I added where said girlfriend would beg me to allow her to murder me so that we could both be, “Together in the spirit world,” (I mean it’s not like we could still be together in the world of the living, right?) and would sometimes attempt to kill me in sneaky ways; which despite myself not having much in the way of any submissive/masochistic inclinations afterwards, made that particular fantasy pretty thrilling at the time.

As a side note, I was further elated just a few short years later when I discovered that there was a horror movie that centered around this very idea: 1989’s, “Prom Night III: The Last Kiss”!

Anyways, the second story is actually told among a trilogy of books titled, “The First Evil,” and “The Second Evil,” and, “The Third Evil,” otherwise known as the, “Cheerleaders,” saga. This trilogy is one of (if not the) most popular stories in the series, and for good reason. While I won’t go as deep into detail, I will mention that this tale also involves the protagonist being possessed by an evil spirit. What’s different, however, is that this time it is a nameless entity, unseen and unheard, so when she’s possessed, it, “Feels,” like this is just who she is now. The scenes where she’s pretending everything is normal to her cheerleader friends, only to then make murderous attempts when their backs are turned were very fun. This was the first time I’d ever read something that was told from the perspective of the evil killer, which was awesome, and I believe the only book in the series (from what I read, at least) where such a thing happened.

Yes, I read my, “Of Mice and Men,” and, “Lord of the Flies,” and, “To Kill a Mockingbird,” and, “Killing Mr. Griffin,” (that one was kind of fun, actually) and such, but between Goosebumps and Fear Street, R.L. Stine pretty much single-handedly kept me reading outside of school assignments. Without him, the chances that I would have gone on to write myself seem slim, so a big thanks to you, Mr. Stine!

2. “The Shoplifter,” by The Ripper
Discovered: 5 March 1997.

This was the first story to contain snuff that I ever read, and boy oh boy did it set that bar high! The tale begins with the storyteller posing as a security guard who catches a twelve year old girl named Kimmy shoplifting. The protagonist reveals to us from the outset his intention to eventually torture her to death, but in the five parts of the story that were released, he does not end up killing anyone. No, the first and only murder takes place at the hands of Kimmy who stays up an entire night to torture a six year old (who had also been abducted) by crushing all of her fingers and toes with vise grips, tearing off strips of her flesh, and vaginally raping her with a soldering iron until she finally dies. Rather than being proud, amazed and thrilled with her actions like he should be, however, the protagonist is instead angry with Kimmy and punishes her. But that’s alright; we all make errors in judgement from time to time.

Though the author was credited as, “The Ripper,” this work had been posted to, “Alt.sex.stories,” by a user named, “Lance,” whose words somewhat implied that he was not the author under a different alias. I tried contacting Lance very shortly after his last posting, but never received a reply and a short time later, received the message that his email was no longer functional. This was particularly cruel because the last chapter had ended on a juicy cliffhanger where the protagonist was going to have several of his kidnapped children torture another one to death. Each day that followed was pretty painful after that. I waited weeks hoping and praying that the aforementioned remaining chapters would surface, but they never did.

By April, I had realized that the only way that I would find closure to this would be to write the remaining chapters myself, but I soon found that having the idea of the main character and ringleader of the abuse being male was not optimally engaging for me. Who needed him anyways? Him and his crazy, “No sick and twisted twelve year old horrifically killing six year olds,” policy. I decided then I would develop my own saga instead. (In all seriousness, thank you, “The Ripper,” wherever you are!)

The Shoplifter (via usenet)

3. The works of Red Rose (specifically, “The Story,” and,”For Men 3,” and “The Gift,” and “J&J,” and “Dr. Jackson.”)
Discovered: Summer of 1997.

Many non-con stories have given me feelings of excitement and sexual arousal, but very, very few have ever stirred romantic feelings within me. “For Men 3,”* and (a more fleshed out version of the same concept), “The Gift,” were stories where a wife discovers that her husband has dark desires and she lovingly does everything she can to support and aid him in indulging them, with complete disregard for the feelings and safety of the child victim. I won’t lie, something about that got me right in the feels, and made me realize that two equal partners bonding over sociopathic abuse actually had a sweet component to it.

*Note: She also wrote a, “For Men 1,” and, “For Men 2,” which were pretty much the same thing, minus the presence of an accomplice wife whose heart is both good and bad in all the right places.

Also worth mentioning was, “J&J,” her first (and I think only?) foray into incorporating murder for her unfortunate victims, and, “Dr. Jackson,” who was therapist by day — rapist of her own child clients by night!

Red Rose was already a very popular writer when I first came onto the scene, and with very good reason! I stayed in brief contact with her off and on all the way up until 2005, when the current home for her stories was shut down and well, you can read about the sorry result here: https://ncac.org/update/obscenity-charges-against-internet-fiction

Red Rose’s later works are hard to find on the web, currently. Thankfully, XP has graciously helped me out by uploading two of my favorites.

“For Men 3”
“The Gift”
Older Stories (via usenet)

4. “Liz: Hell Hath No Fury,” by Poison Pen.
Discovered: 25 October 1997.

Liz, the title character, is a teenage lesbian whose father (as it so happens) developed a machine capable of not only transporting matter, but altering its size. She at first uses said device to get revenge on a rival girl, but then quickly starts to fancy the blameless; all of whom are shrunken. She tortures them, stuffs them into her vagina, and of course, devours them. I’ve noticed that the Vore fetish has become notably popular over the last decade, but in addition to swallowing her victims whole, Liz would also bite and chew them; severing their limbs with descriptions of gushes of blood — something that I castly prefer to mere death by stomach acid. Nevertheless, she adds children to her breakfast cereal and eats them in front of their own mother, combines the husband with waffle batter and cooks him, and even throws seventy of her schoolmates into a blender to make a “blood-red milkshake”. You know, all the same kinds of things you or I would do if we had that technology at our fingertips.

This was the first erotic story to involve shrinking that I ever read and to this day it is still my favorite. I had spent the summer working on, “Sarah and Jessica,” keeping some chapters and throwing out others, but at that point everything had been written with (albeit highly improbable) realism. That all changed after my experience with, “Liz”. I realized that I could use themes of both supernatural and science-fiction to take my chapters into crazier directions (which I later learned was not every reader’s cup of tea, but hey, I liked it!) Thankfully, “Poison Pen,” was an author who I was able to communicate with via email. He continued to write a few more stories, such as “Executive Priveledge,” which I also enjoyed, and hosted them on his website, which itself lasted into the late 2000s.

Poison Pen’s Deadly Ink Blots (via archive.org)

5. “Pay-back,” by Dr. Fisch.
Discovered: 4 September 1999.

After having just completed the fourth volume of, “Sarah and Jessica,” the month prior, I decided that I would take a break and try something different — writing a short story. Yes, even before Rita, my first attempt was a tale I had titled, “My Wonderful Wife.” Heavily inspired by Red Rose’s stories of a man having a dark taste which is discovered by his female partner who endorses it fully, I wanted to write a romantic story where a husband does the same thing when he accidentally stumbles upon his wife’s dark desires. My first time writing in first person, it would have been told by a fictionalized version of, “Me,” who was married to such a woman, along with our newborn daughter, aka. her prey. Little did I know that the story I wanted to write had (more or less) been written months prior.

I adore the wife in, “Pay-back,” —how she uses thinly-veiled notions of proper discipline to suggest doing what she truly desires. And of course, the husband does all he can to enable-, er, I mean alleviate her sincere concerns. “Happy wife, offspring strife,” as the old maxim goes. This story was such perfection that upon reading it I decided to abandon, “My Wonderful Wife,” though I did have intentions of incorporating some things from it into later sections of, “Malevolent Marriage Counselor Linda.” And thankfully, Dr. Fisch was another author that I was able to contact, though just for a few months after. I also recommend his other story, “Helping Hand,” which manages to borrow some of the same themes.

“Pay-back” (via usenet)
“Helping Hand” (via usenet)

6. “Agony in Pink 2: A New Ending,” by The Dark Ranger.
Discovered: 6 April 2000.

So, after reading, “The Shoplifter,” I immediately started seeking out other snuff stories. The two most infamous at the time (and lets face it, probably to this very day) were the works of Jake Baker, (“Mandy,” and “Quickie,” and “Going for a Walk,”) and the original, “Agony in Pink.” I read all of them, but from this, learned something about myself. I wasn’t stimulated at all if the predator/killer was male, or more specifically, if the male was doing these deeds of his own volition; without the corruptive, coaxing or compliant influence of a colleen cooperator.

The Dark Ranger posted, “Agony in Pink,” to Usenet in 1994 and its sequel in 1995. Why I took so long to finally experience the latter I can’t quite recall, but it was either because it was far less commonly posted/discussed, or perhaps I simply wrote it off after my own disappointed lethargy in reading the former. Nevertheless, this wait turned out to be another regret of mine as once again the author had managed to disappear months before my discovery.

Fortunately, I had jumped onto the, “Power Rangers,” bandwagon back when it first premiered on televisio and happened to stick it out for just enough episodes to pre-familiarize myself with all the characters present in the first two AIPs. “Agony in Pink 2,” was written to be somewhat of a remake of the first story and thankfully, Dark Ranger did the most essentially important thing one can do when remaking a classic work: adding an evil female character when there previously was none!

Not only did he give Rita Repulsa far more of a presence this go round, but he also incorporated flash-in-the-pan Pink Ranger Katherine, “Kat,” Hillard, and what a fantastic character he made her out to be! Willfully sadistic, a master in betrayal, and she even had some funny remarks about the conspicuous flaws and failings of the heroes. However, what truly made me cherish this story was chapter six. This chapter is almost entirely a speech delivered by Kat about the joys and logic of aligning oneself with evil, and is one of my favorites orations in any story I’ve read!

I never got a chance to talk with, “The Dark Ranger,” (a pity, as he seemed like a pretty cool guy, going by his prefaces) but he left his mark on me. For my first several years of writing, just the notion that my female protagonists were doing the viscous things they did had been a fun enough reason, but after this story, in addition to my characters committing, “Evil,” I wanted to convey that they understood it, were fully aware of it, and were very pleased to be contributing towards it.

“Agony in Pink 2: A New Ending” (via usenet)

7. The Works of Auburn Shadow (aka. Karen).
Discovered: May of 2002.

Finally we arrive at an author whose works I had hosted on my old website, and to call it an honor would be an understatement. I first ran across Karen’s offerings on a, “Yahoo! Group,” I believe simply called, “Snuff Stories.” She, and her writing partner, Janet d’Lonna, (who she’d told me had sadly passed by that time), wrote some mesmerizing poetry and some incredibly passionate stories, which were later hosted on her own short-lived Yahoo! group. Like Red Rose, they each had the soul of a romantic. I adored their works, and Karen had some very cherished reactions to some of mine as well.

We agreed to host a selection of stories from each other on our domains and this is where I have somewhat of a deep regret. Karen had selected, “Rita ’99,” and, “Rita ’01,” and, “Their First Act,” (all of her works were fairly entrenched in the possible and I suspect, “Mila,” may have been a bit too, “Out there,” for her) but because I only had those three short stories to provide, I for whatever reason felt that I should only host three of hers in turn. Even after her, “Yahoo! Group,” shut down and her email address was suspended (a demoralizing turn of events for her), I still did not upload more of her works on my site for some absurd notion that she may not have wanted me to. I now believe that I should have, as they are too extraordinary to be lost to time.

Far more than even, “Agony in Pink 2,” Karen and Janet’s stories really pushed me to show more of what was going on in my protagonists’ evil minds, but as I review their works I still feel like I never came close to describing the emotion and detail that they delivered. They were simply that good. I re-read, “Anniversary,” for the first time in a while when XP posted it and I’m still just in pure awe the entire way through — I consider it a masterpiece.

Karen and I exchanged several emails (the ones from her end like mini stories in and of themselves; she had a gift, the fruits of which had seemed to be dispensed effortlessly). We had also planned to write a story together, after she had finished doing the same with another contact of hers, but alas, it ultimately wasn’t in the cards. I last spoke with her in August of 2003, where she told me that she planned to leave cyberspace indefinitely to pursue other interests. She continues to be an inspiration and her works have solidified themselves as something for me to strive for in my own writing. I wish her all the best in wherever she may be in her life.

Once more, XP has done me a solid by posting these works here.

“Anniversary”
“Darling Daughter (with Janet d’Lonna)”
Stories “Doggy Treat”, “Razor Girl” and “Dark Angel” from my old site (under the pen name Auburn Shadow)

8. “Juliette,” by the Marquis de Sade.
Discovered: 2005.

Yep, that Marquis de Sade. The pioneering author that we who love sadism in our fiction owe a debt of gratitude.

Of course, I had for years known of the Marquis, but had presumed that he was just big into S&M play and never guessed that his tales from the eighteenth century would resonate with me: a totally gnarly and radical-to-the-max Gen Xer.

Fortunately, Kali, my good friend and author of, “La Toya,” was there to smack the back of my skull and correct my view. She briefed me on the infamous auteur and declared that all of his novels were great. For me, however, she specifically recommended “Juliette”. With no reason at all not to believe her, I ordered myself a physical copy.

What a wild ride! Juliette, the protagonist, was the younger sister of Justine – a character that Sade had written about years prior. Whereas the elder sibling’s novel carried the subtitle, “Good Conduct Well-Chastised,” and told of Justine’s constant punishment for allying herself to the side of virtue, Juliette’s, in contrast, carried the subtitle, “Vice Amply Rewarded,” and told of the prosperity she found in evil and selfishness.

As one would expect, most sentences in the story are written with plenty of flowery language … “Endowed with the most energetic temperament, I had, starting at the age of nine, accustomed my fingers to respond to whatever desires arose in my mind, and from that period onward I aspired to nothing but the happiness of finding the occasion for instruction and to launch myself into a career the gates unto which my native forwardness had already flung wide, and with such agreeable effects.”

And then, out of nowhere you’ll get lines of dialogue like this, “I want to melt absolutely into fuck, fuck I want to become,” … which is just terrific! The Marquis knew to get vulgar at the very places one should.

Right out of the gate, the book starts with a bang as its first section tells of thirteen year old Juliette’s time at the orphanage, where the perverse abbess, Madame Delbne, a woman of thirty years described to be as beautiful as she is degenerate; a) Molests and seduces nuns and girls alike; b) Gives a rousing analysis on the perils of guilt, remorse, listening to one’s conscience and the absurdity of the societal desire that women remain pure in body, mind and spirit, (hear! hear!); c) Hosts a lesbian orgy where one of the attendants has a three-inch clitoris that she uses to sodomize the other girls; and d) Tops it all off by secretly abducting a ten year old orphan (whose disappearance she arranges to look like an, “Escape,”) who they then, rape and torture, inside of a hidden crypt located beneath the chapel.

A couple of the Madame’s exquisite excerpts:

“In such a case, to regret the harm this act may have caused someone else would be to love him more than one’s own self, and it is perfectly ridiculous to grieve over the sufferings of others when their pain has procured us pleasure, when it has been of some use or profit to us, when it has tickled, titillated, aroused, delighted us in whatever may be the manner.”

“In this world I wonder at nothing so much as at the moral education girls are commonly given. It would appear as if its one aim were to instill notions and doctrines that contradict all the natural impulses in our maidens. Is anyone able to tell me, for I sincerely wish to know, of what use a prudent, well-behaved woman can be to society?”

“The embryo is to be considered the woman’s exclusive property; as the sole owner of this fruit rather jestingly called precious, she can dispose of it as she likes. She can destroy it in the depths of her womb if it proves a nuisance to her. Or after it ripens and is born, if she is for any reason displeased with it or irked at having produced it, she can destroy it then; whatever the circumstances, infanticide is her sacred right. Her spawn is hers, entirely hers, and hence the mother may feed it or she may strangle it, depending on her preference.”

Again, all of that takes place in the first one hundred pages of what is a 1,200 page book, haha!

If I did have one quibble with the book, it would be this: The orations given by the characters are passionate and often very long, however, there are many times when they tend to interrupt the sexy violence, and depending on the topic being discussed, this can be a little irksome. For example, several characters give speeches that fulminate against religion and the existence of God. The first time this happens, it is from the aformentioned Madame Delbne, which makes it very amusing, naturally, considering the vocation she has, “Devoted,” hereself to. By the time a third character in the story started doing it, I was like, “Yes-yes-yes-yes, right, right, now about that murder you were talking about committing twenty pages ago …” Of course, here in the year 2022, an athiest rant feels much more toothless than it surely would have in 1797. With that in mind, I can understand why the Marquis went all in on it.

In any case, there is definitely more that I liked than disliked. I think my favorite moment is when Juliette happens, by chance, to meet a man named Noirceuil. This man reveals that he had purposely bankrupted her father, which made him a pauper, and then fatally poisoned both parents after he invited them to dinner at his home. In short he single handedly ruined Julitte’s family and is responsible for the orphans that she and her sister became, and upon realizing who she is, Noirceuil mentions that while he could give her reparation for what he had done to her, to do so would go against his own priciples, which were to always do the things most selfish for his own benefit.

This is what Juliette has to say in return:

“Monster. Thou art an abomination, I love thee. To hear you confess what you have done sets me all afire, transports me … ah, I may become delirious … Fuck me, fuck me, you swine. I adore the idea of whoring to the assasin of my kin. Come, bugger-fuck that hole. Wring the fuck out of my cunt … that’s the only homage I’m disposed to offer to the loathesome ashes of the family you destroyed.”

Now that’s a dedication to evil!

At the beginning of, “Agony in Pink 2: A New Ending,” — The Dark Ranger credits the Marquis de Sade as inspiration for Kat’s amazing speech, and it certainly shows!

D.Ranger: “Rest assured that everybody who has ever committed an evil deed, a horrendous murder or any great evil, and has later repented they were sorry are only sorry they were caught – at the time of committing the deed, they were enjoying themselves very much!”

D.Sade: “If, on the other hand, the act is discovered and punishment ensues, then, if one chooses to view the matter objectively, one will recognize that what we now repent is not the hurt caused someone else by our act, but our clumsiness in allowing it to be found out — and presently one has grounds for regret, yes, and should surely ponder the thing … simply in order, from lengthy reflection upon one’s misadventure, to realize that in the future one must be prudent …”

However, I still gave the former author his separate spot on the list because of his own welcome contributions to the philosophy and how tastily trimmed-of-fat Kat’s take is (plus I found his story first, ha!).

“Juliette,” by the Marquis de Sade is available at Amazon and other fine retailers. Order your copy today!

9. “The Summer I Built My Character,” by Jillian.
Discovered: May of 2007.

As much as I cherish stories with full-grown women as the evil dominants (and I do), there is still a definite appeal to me when the role is filled by young teens. I grew up in a neighborhood with several tomboyish girls who were always wanting to trespass on some private property, vandalize things, put stuff on the nearby railroad tracks to watch it get run over by a train, and just overall seemed to love causing trouble on a regular basis. One particular memory that I have involves an aggressive rottweiler which spent its days in the back yard of the house across the street from me. Next door to said house lived a six year old girl, and I can remember one time when two of these tomboys (sisters) started slowly dragging this struggling girl towards the rottweiler in order to terrify her (spoiler, it worked). In short, mischievous behavior coupled with girls of this age makes perfect sense to me, yet sex stories focusing on their exploits have always been hard to come by. Thankfully, Jillian managed to hit all the right notes!

Claiming the events to be a recounting of her youth, Jillain tells a tale of her twelve year old self begrudgingly taking a job babysitting at the behest of her mother. The, “Character,” she winds up building from this seasonal occupation, however, is one of a sadistic abuser. Right off the bat, this touches upon a theme that I happen to love, which is rebellious teenage females giving some manner of, “Fuck you!” to their moms — particularly when the mom in question is on the moral or old-fashioned side of things. While this isn’t something that happens overtly in the story, the fact that Jillian titled the tale, “The Summer I Built My Character,” shows that she at least found the irony of her mother’s intentions versus what actually transpired amusing.

Jillian casually drops a lot of small details that I liked. She mentions that she snoops inside the bedroom of Mrs. X (the woman who hires her), rides her bicycle pantyless, and even mentions being mad that her friends were probably slutting around the boy that she likes and wishing that it could be her doing that instead. She also words things in a fun way like, “My pussy dried up, my clit shrank back behind its little pad of skin, and my nipples melted down until my tits were just small, rounded mounds.” Jillian punishes Mrs. X’s child, Kelli, for an accident, and when she does absolutely nothing wrong the following day, she tricks the girl into, “Misbehaving,” so that she can do so again; even highlighting her mean-spiritedness by mentioning that she excitedly bashes the girl’s head into every doorframe on the way to the kitchen, where she proceeds to spank her bare genitals.

This might seem like kind of a tame story compared to others on the list, but I really enjoyed the time I spent inside Jillian’s mind. A solid work showcasing the sadistic and calculating mischief of a tween. The story ended on an unfortunate cliffhanger where Jillian planned to have Kelli raped by a boy, (“I wanted to help some boy pop her cherry. Two goals for the summer. My mother would be so proud!” she writes), and once more, she remains an author who I never got the chance to talk with.

“The Summer I Built My Character” (via archive.org)

10. “Kidfight Club,” by Midwych.
Discovered: August of 2009.

Now here’s an author who I very much did get to heap incessant praise at for his story, and for several years, too (as I’m sure he remembers). In Kidfight Club, our protagonist, Adele, is introduced to a world where young girls are pitted against each other in violent sport for crowds of cheering spectators (all adult women). What I love so much about the story isn’t the titular sport itself (though it is nevertheless a great and vital component), but rather its relationship with the adults in the story. One by one, Adele learns of the dark kinks housed within her best friend, her child’s school teacher, and even her mother. And while I’ve stated above how much I enjoy characters who revel in their sadism, it is the serene and cavalier attitude towards the cruel atrocities that these women have that really makes this work shine!

The dialogue lands with titillating precision and I still refer back to specific sentences to this day. The supporting characters all have such a callous disregard for the welfare and feelings of children while placing their own pleasure as the most important thing in their lives. Adele is there to provide a contrast to all of this, but what I particularly love about her is that it is always, unfailingly a, “False contrast.” Her verbal responses to every obscenely anti-maternal proposal and spectacle is always that of condemnation, yet she never hesitates for a second before she starts vulgarly masturbating to it and pleading to see more. She might just be my favorite character in a story and I love the way in which Midwych developed her. I’ll add that the character of Betty in my story, “Malevolent Marriage Counselor Linda,” was very much inspired by Adele.

After a year or two of waiting for the next chapter, Midwych presented me with the unfortunate news that he had lost interest in continuing Kidfight Club. However, the silver lining he offered was quite bright. He gave me full permission and his blessing to continue the story myself; a decision that I was very grateful for. I planned to write three chapters to close out the work, and actually finished the first (what would be chapter seven) back in 2015. However, I have not released it as I still feel that it needs to be perfected. I care about these characters a lot and while I did exercise a little less restraint when it comes to certain things, I still wish to do them justice as best I’m able. My own trials and tribulations with writing in recent years aside, this is still a project that I would like to one day finish!

“Kidfight Club” (via archive.org)

Honorable Mentions

A. “Rods and Cones,” by Phister.
Discovered: 23 June 1997.

Though technically non-consensual, this story is actually pretty lighthearted. All the same, it was still one of my favorites in the early days. It starts with a female camper stumbling into a cave and falling onto a strange glowing, phallic-shaped object which punctures her cutoffs and goes straight up her cunt. This causes her to become an oversexed pervert with super powers who starts a chain reaction of infecting all the other females at the camp to be just like this, starting with her own daughters. While I generally prefer female characters to be slutty and deviant of their own volition, I nonetheless liked the sci-fi bent and lewd descriptions regardless. It also got kinkier as it went along. In one of the later chapters, a girl empties the toothpaste out of a tube, then fucks herself with it to fill it back up with her pussy juice. In another, a girl takes the “out of order” sign off of one of the bathrooms, positions herself so that her face is level to where a toilet seat would be, and then fools a fellow camper – desperate to relieve herself – into shitting into her mouth. Silly fun, but my kind of silly fun. Lamentably, I discovered the story mere days after the uploader’s last posting, and thus, never got to tell Phister how much I’d enjoyed it.

“Rods and Cones” (via usenet)

B. “Laura,” and “The Squish Video,” by Jazzmann.
Discovered: 15 December 1997.

Really like both of these. I’d already been incorporating animal snuff into “S&J” by the time I found them, but it still would have been nice to chat with Jazzmann. It seems like we had similar ambitions in regard to content. Even in 2022, I can count the number of animal snuff writers who aren’t me on one hand!

“Laura” and “The Squish Video” (via usenet)

C. “Cute,” by Anonymous.
Discovered: 11 July 1998.

Cute was another famous noncon story from the golden age of online sex stories (that is to say, the 1990s). Why was it famous, you ask? Because it was among the first; with an apparent upload date of 24 February 1991 for its starting chapter! The author had uploaded it as, “Anonymous,” to some place that went by, “Rusty and Eddie’s area 21,” so yeah, no one to credit here, I’m afraid. But anyways, while the meat of this work really wasn’t my cup of tea, at one point one of the characters starts to tell a story about several men who hijack a bus filled with mothers and daughters. The story begins in chapter eight and continues on into chapter nine where one of the mothers, Heidi, shows us that she studied well at the foot of, “Amandablonde,” and offers to be an accomplice to these men. She brings the tip of one of the hijacker’s guns to her own daughter’s crotch, encourages him to pull the trigger, and reveals that she has been abusing her with her husband prior to this. She helps the men degrade and torture the remaining females, but the line I always remember from her is when she voices that she doesn’t want to be hurt herself (driving home what a splendid asshole she is, hehe).

“Cute” (via usenet)

D. “What Really Happened,” by Exvio.
Discovered: 17 April 1999.

Not a whole lot to say here, other than that it isn’t often that I like stories which incorporate real people (in large part to most of them just featuring some guy attacking a female celebrity). Something about this one, though … uhhhh, well, hmmm …

“What Really Happened” (via usenet)

And that’s it! I had planned to to make this post on, “RavishU,” late last year, but when the content restrictions were tightened there, I decided to shelve it (until now). Thank you for your time, all. Here’s hoping at least one of these fine tales brings you the same enjoyment that it did me!