New Angeles - (Futa/Male, Futa/Female, blood, rape, sadism, cum inflation, & more)

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!

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