New Angeles - (Futa/Male, Futa/Female, blood, rape, sadism, cum inflation, & more)
Story by Nari-Toxx
Hello everyone. I've been writing parts of this series for awhile now. For whatever reason, just seemed like now would be a good time to post it somewhere to get some feedback. This story is set 100 years in the future, in the area currently known as Los Angeles, California. This story is dark. There will be allot of rape, violence, sadism, and huge black cock. It follows a character I simply call Jackie, whom I role played for some time on Second Life.
It also deals with a war between two gangs in this city. While Jackie certainly isn't the only chick with a dick in this story, she'll be the only one who is really featured in it. So without further ado, I give to you "New Angeles." I'll post them a chapter at a time on this first post, and following posts will be used to announce the posting of new chapters and to discuss the story with the readers. The introduction doesn't include much sex, but it will help set the tone for this series.
Enjoy!
New Angeles Introduction: What else is there?
Introduction: What Else is There?
An Erotic Yarn by Nari Toxx
Beauty didn’t even describe it. Not even close. Her body couldn’t be confined to just a singular word in my eyes. A slue of words roll across my eyes each time I looked at her. Powerful, radiant, giant, deadly, and god-like. She was my greatest tool in this fucked up town we lived in. The city we ruled together. I, it’s master, and she, it’s brutal rapist.
Her name was, and still is, Jackie. One name that fit her perfectly. It was masculine and feminine, just like her. She stood seven foot, two inches tall. Her body was muscle, sculpted like some Greek Amazon warrior. However, she still had the shapely curves that any fine woman, built like a shit-brick house, should have. Her breasts were a perfect natural D-cup, and her muscle did not interfere with those perfect orbs. Her hair was a tight, bleach white, braided with chains, and didn’t hang any lower than her neck.
Skin was dark, even for a black woman. She popped though, as she always wore red. Usually a red cocktail dress that hugged each curve and muscle like a tight glove. Then, there was the item that was her trademark. Between her legs, if clothed, was a bulge big as a cantelope. Half red silk, and half whatever color underwear she chose to wear. It was usually stark white. The fabric showed much. A cock with a thick head, large bulbous veins, and a pair of nuts the size of baseballs. If she grinned… you’d see the only truly unnatural thing about her. Her teeth, were sharpened like shark’s teeth. Razor sharp. A sight of pucker-tightening terror.
She was a rare item. Not shemale. Not the twisted form of a hermaphrodite… and not quite a “futa,” those strange women with cocks but no balls from Japan. She was a perfect specimen. She had no label. She was Jackie. Madame of New Angeles. Some called her “Queen of Hearts.” Queen of Stolen Hearts was more like it. Oh, and by stolen hearts, I mean that literally taken by force. No one loved her at first when she was on a mission… but if her target was allowed to live, she turned them into a junkie. Their fix was that eighteen-inch rod of sweet black fuck muscle and her thick, salty nut.
New Angeles was a different town from what it was 100 years ago. It had depth to it now… not sprawling urban mass as far as the eyes could see. Now it was spiraling towers, miles high. Hives they were called. The ultimate new environment for the modern man. WWIII had done a number on mother earth, and we couldn’t really live in it anymore. So some German Egg-head created a system of self-contained environments known as “hives.” Massive cities that stretched up into the sky, and in Neu York, the highest Hive breached the atmosphere.
New Angeles was the record holder in number of Hives in the USA. Twenty five hives… and I owned three of them. Allow me to introduce myself. Felix Valentine. Crime Overlord. Folks call my neck of the woods Wunderland. I run all the gambling, and whoring, in New Angeles. Jackie is my arm. Whatever I say, she either handles herself, or gets someone further down the chain to get it done. If anyone steps out of line… Jackie is the one to cock-slap them back in place… or sometimes to death. Ever seen a skull bashed in by a penis thicker than a man’s arm? No? I have. I came when I did see it. It was art.
Now, my biggest problem in this hell hole is a man known simply as “Cheshire.” He’s a grown man wearing a giant stuffed cat’s head, that does nothing but smile. He runs the drugs, guns, slaves, whatever market I haven’t cornered, Cheshire’s got it. Now, he also pimps out boys. Any age, from children to grown ass men. I have standards. I pimp out anyone over the age of 16 willing to fuck for
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