From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Lisa's Chronicles by bobandcarole (Fg, Mg, MMMg, beast rp, beast,   
   tort,   
   scat)   
      
      
      
       FIRST things first I guess.  This is an erotic story written for the   
   enjoyment of consenting adults.  If you are not consenting don't read it   
   (now that made a lot of sense).  If you are not an adult don't read it.   
   This story contains pedophilia, bestiality and incest as well as elements   
   of bsdm.  If this offends you or violates your personal moral code DON'T   
   READ IT.   
      
       SECOND: While I have the soapbox I want to say something about the   
   nature of fantasy.  That is what this story is FANTASY.  I do not condone   
   or agree with the activities portrayed in this story.  The central adult   
   character, Lisa, abuses her child physically, sexually and emotionally for   
   her own sexual gratification.   
   Lisa is SICK (I don't like her very much).  Anyone in real life who   
   harms a child deserves to be castrated then shot.  That said, what is harm?   
   Is a consenting, loving, sexual relationship between a child and an adult   
   harmful?  If done with care it is not physically harmful but there are   
   other kinds of harm.  Is it emotionally harmful?  Perhaps, perhaps not, in   
   actuality it probably varies case by case.  Children don't have labels,   
   there is no tag that says 'I can handle sex'.  So for that reason alone   
   caring adults should not consider a sexual relationship with a child   
      
   (uncaring adults are going to do as they damn well please).   
      
       THIRD: Now I wish to speak on incest.  I have no problem on a moral   
   level with incest.  I even consider the idea erotic (go figure) on an   
   abstract level.  I only have problems with incest is when it involves an   
   adult and a child.  The adult whether he/she be a parent or uncle/aunt or   
   whatever is in a position of authority over the child.  That brings in the   
   possibility of coercion.  Even if this is not intended there will be an   
   element of it there just because of the authority position.  Most children   
   want to please their parents.  A child that is subject to sexual advances   
   by a parent may acquiesce even if this is not something they wish to do.  I   
   would have the same problem if the adult were a teacher or a principle.   
   Other than that I have no problems with incest.  If a brother and sister   
   want to play around under the sheets, as long as certain precautions are   
   taken, more power to them.   
   LAST: I want to speak on the nature of eroticism.  This is in two parts,   
   the first ties in with the nature of fantasy above.  I find many things   
   erotic in literature, these include, pedophilia, incest, bestiality,   
   torture, rape, water sports etc...  Very few of these things would I find   
   erotic if I was a participant.  Let me state that again, not only would I   
   not do them (for moral reasons) but the thought of actually doing them   
   turns me off like a light.  Curious, I enjoy reading about them but the   
   thought of doing them is repellant.   
   Now for the second part, I have for many years read erotic stories,   
   starting with filched copies of Penthouse Letters as a teenager then   
   downloading them from BBS's and finally the internet.  I have found many,   
   many erotic stories that I have enjoyed immensely.  I have also found a   
   great deal of duds.  To be erotic a story needs several things.  It has to   
   be believable both in the setting and the actions/reactions of the   
   participants.  A story where a child walks into a pool hall, raises her   
   dress and takes on everybody in the place would not be erotic for me no   
   matter how hot the sex, because I would not believe it.  A story has to be   
   descriptive.  Adjectives and adverbs are important.  Don't tell me that   
   Jane dropped to her knees and fucked the dog.  Tell me what she feels, what   
   she says, how she moves.  Don't tell me a child is cute.  Describe her,   
   what is her skin tone, what color are her eyes, her hair?  How soft is her   
      
   skin?  What is she thinking?   
      
       Lisa Seeles sighed as she modeled before the mirror.  At 33 she still   
   had a body that any man would drool over.  Certainly on her infrequent   
   trips into town there was no lack of appreciative glances tossed her way.   
   At 5'3'' and 95 pounds she was not tall but she was perfectly in   
   proportion. Platinum blond hair framed a face that still qualified as   
   ravishing.  A slender neck led to smooth tanned shoulders and a pair of   
   perky 32-inch breasts that still stood proudly up without need of a bra.   
   Her stomach was flat with just a hint of muscle moving beneath the thin   
   layer of subcutaneous fat that made women so delightfully soft.  Her hips   
   flared invitingly into a heart shaped ass and a pair of smooth, long legs   
   that seemed to go on forever.  Her delightful cunt was surmounted by a   
   carefully trimmed bush of the same platinum as that on her head.   
      
       She sighed again as she twisted and turned, "nothing wrong with the   
   package" she decided.  The problem was that she was the only one who ever   
   got to unwrap it.  At twenty-four Lisa had met and married Paul Seeles   
   after a brief passionate courtship.  He had been a rancher ten years her   
   senior but handsome and strongly built.  Lisa had taken to married life on   
   Paul's remote spread like a fish to water, quickly taking over the ranches   
   small side operation of breeding dogs for hunting and show.   
      
       Camelot it had seemed and so it was but it had come to a fiery end just   
   three years before.  Their only child, Kaley had just turned two the day   
   before a state police car had made its somber way up the mile long gravel   
   drive.  Paul had been returning from a cattle show late at night.  A long   
   drizzling rain had made the roads treacherous.  When he had called earlier   
   in the afternoon he had indicated that he would stop for the evening and   
   finish the drive in the morning.  He had apparently changed his mind and   
   tried to drive on in.  Fatigue was a decisive factor the police decided.   
   The heavy trailer with three prime breeding bulls aboard had begun to   
   fishtail according to witnesses.  Instead of slowing or tapping the trailer   
   brakes to pull it into line the driver had done the worst possible thing;   
   he'd tried to counter-steer to cancel the swaying.  This had only   
   exaggerated the problem, on the wet road it had taken little for the   
   swaying trailers tires to give up their grip.  The trailer had jackknifed,   
   swinging the Suburban tow vehicle across the centerline of the narrow state   
   two-lane like a weight on a string.  The driver of semi loaded with new   
   farm tractors had barely had time to blink before his cab rose skyward as   
   the sturdy suv was rolled over and crushed beneath his tractor.   
      
       No one knew if Paul was alive at that point, the painfully shy state   
   trooper had tried to reassure her that he wasn't.  It didn't matter.  As   
      
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