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Introduction
Amaranth is a project, I started early this year (I guess). It's my first real try on writing so please be kind, but do tell me, what you think.
The basic setting is a completely changed society that got rid of todays problems by implementing a system that hints to a freeuse-scenario:
Amaranth takes us some 1000 years to the future. After a devastating war, the remaining people on earth were forced to find a way to live better together.
The new people, as they called themselves, had soon learned, that there was one drive, deeply rooted in the core of the human mind, they could not control. Sex. Raw, vicious lust. Kinks of all kinds. It took the better part of 500 years to come up with a solution: the Facilitators. These women and men were genetically altered to be exactly, what the others needed. Submissive, beautiful, obedient and permanently horny sex toys.
Amaranth lets us meet Sarah, one of the Facilitators and Jonathan, her adopter.
A wholesome experience with some funny moments, a lot of kinky innuendo and - of course - loads of sex awaits.
Amaranth will have an ongoing storyline, currently spanning 11 parts and counting. I'll post one after another in this thread, depending on the reactions.
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Amaranth - the Future of Sex - 01 - The Academy
Sasha was already awake, when the alarm clock went down. This was the day. She'd been training for 22 years at the Facilitators Academy to become a graduate and start her life.
She prepared her clothing: white, beautifully knitted thigh highs, her virtually non-existent white super g-string and a wide white blouse. Over it, she donned her red leather under-bust-corset putting her cute double-Ds to quite a show without a bra and only covered by the thin blouse. Her red micro-minis-skirt - more a flexible band of 10 inches around her hips left more to see than it covered. She finalized the look with her red heels and her large white ring-shaped earrings.
Her long red hair was tamed with a ponytail and she'd put on the usual appealing low amount makeup.
She took a moment, breathing in and out, preparing for the most important day of her life. Then she went out of the dorm, towards the large meeting hall.
Facilitators were the pinnacle of body culture. They didn't walk, the kind of flowed. Each of their moves was rather a dance, each of their words a song. The trained the first 22 years of their life to become what they were destined to be: divine beauties, Facilitators.
Facilitators were very respected members of society. Society itself being a carefully balanced equilibrium of powers designed to prevent all reasons that had led to the great wars some 1000 years ago. Before, society was based on a strange mix of religious beliefs, political power, personal interests of the actors and has had uncountable influencers. Prejudice, exploitation, intolerance, harassment of minorities and religious madness as well as misinterpretation had led to a war, that had put people on Earth to the verge of existence.
The survivors had built a world where the thoughts of people had been cleansed of those deadly traits. Everything that could lead to imbalance was banned, punishable by Removal.
The societies' structure had been altered. There were no more relations, no more marriages. People could live together and interact as they'd wish, but it wasn't a major factor anymore to strive for a family.
Procreation was a technical function, one was asked for from time to time if the genes matched. Unwanted conceiving was impossible. Children were brough up in breeding stations and enjoyed the best care and education that could possibly be achieved.
The new people, as they called themselves, had soon learned, that there was one drive, deeply rooted in the core of the human mind, they could not control. Sex. Raw, vicious lust. Kinks of all kinds. It took the better part of 500 years to come up with a solution: the Facilitators. These women and men were genetically altered to be exactly, what the others needed. Submissive, beautiful, obedient and permanently horny sex toys. The important part in Facilitator selection was to find humans, featuring specific genetic properties that were required for them to later want and love their life. Being a Facilitator wasn't a punishment, it was pure bliss for the selected ones. It was, what got them a fulfilled life.
The Choosing would soon commence. The dean held a lengthy lecture about the importance of Facilitators for society and everlasting peace. After some 30 minutes, he concluded by wishing everybody a successful Choosing.
Each of thirty Facilitator had a badge with a unique symbol - in Sasha's case, it was a purple wand, decorated with golden braids. First the other men and women were supposed to choose who they'd be interested to adopt, making them the Adopters. They made their choice known by getting a matching token for their adoptee from the available baskets with assorted tokens. Then they were asked to present them to their chosen Facilitator. The Facilitators were known to the adopters in detail as information about them had been made public before the event. So, people would know the preferences and kinks of all the Facilitators before choosing.
The Presentation could take quite a while, as each adopter was required to present himself to the Facilitator, describing his interests and kinks in detail.
After that, the Bonding would take place: the Facilitator would accept one (or none) adopter. They would both don the token to their clothes to make the choice public. The Bonding was supposed to be a kind of probation period. The adopter and the adoptee were supposed to get to know each other and verify their choice. Any of them could terminate and restart at any time.
Sascha had listened to all (some 80) adopters. She was tired. And she had made her choice right in the beginning. There was one man, about 6'5" tall - dark, short hair, that had drawn her attention. He had an air of someone who was fine with himself, without seeming arrogant. He'd been smiling all through the dean's lecture - and hadn't let her one second out of his sight. She could imagine, that he'd be someone who knew exactly what he wanted - on the other hand would protect her by all means, if she were his.
He presented himself as the last adopter and was named Jonathan.
He answered in the negative, "As appealing this is and while I have no problem with watchers, this doesn't seem to be the nicest of places.", he said, helping her up. "Please remind me to come back to your offer, before you change these clothes. I love how these thigh-highs and heels compliment your perfect little ass.", he concluded.
Amaranth is a project, I started early this year (I guess). It's my first real try on writing so please be kind, but do tell me, what you think.
The basic setting is a completely changed society that got rid of todays problems by implementing a system that hints to a freeuse-scenario:
Amaranth takes us some 1000 years to the future. After a devastating war, the remaining people on earth were forced to find a way to live better together.
The new people, as they called themselves, had soon learned, that there was one drive, deeply rooted in the core of the human mind, they could not control. Sex. Raw, vicious lust. Kinks of all kinds. It took the better part of 500 years to come up with a solution: the Facilitators. These women and men were genetically altered to be exactly, what the others needed. Submissive, beautiful, obedient and permanently horny sex toys.
Amaranth lets us meet Sarah, one of the Facilitators and Jonathan, her adopter.
A wholesome experience with some funny moments, a lot of kinky innuendo and - of course - loads of sex awaits.
Amaranth will have an ongoing storyline, currently spanning 11 parts and counting. I'll post one after another in this thread, depending on the reactions.
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Amaranth - the Future of Sex - 01 - The Academy
Sasha was already awake, when the alarm clock went down. This was the day. She'd been training for 22 years at the Facilitators Academy to become a graduate and start her life.
She prepared her clothing: white, beautifully knitted thigh highs, her virtually non-existent white super g-string and a wide white blouse. Over it, she donned her red leather under-bust-corset putting her cute double-Ds to quite a show without a bra and only covered by the thin blouse. Her red micro-minis-skirt - more a flexible band of 10 inches around her hips left more to see than it covered. She finalized the look with her red heels and her large white ring-shaped earrings.
Her long red hair was tamed with a ponytail and she'd put on the usual appealing low amount makeup.
She took a moment, breathing in and out, preparing for the most important day of her life. Then she went out of the dorm, towards the large meeting hall.
Facilitators were the pinnacle of body culture. They didn't walk, the kind of flowed. Each of their moves was rather a dance, each of their words a song. The trained the first 22 years of their life to become what they were destined to be: divine beauties, Facilitators.
Facilitators were very respected members of society. Society itself being a carefully balanced equilibrium of powers designed to prevent all reasons that had led to the great wars some 1000 years ago. Before, society was based on a strange mix of religious beliefs, political power, personal interests of the actors and has had uncountable influencers. Prejudice, exploitation, intolerance, harassment of minorities and religious madness as well as misinterpretation had led to a war, that had put people on Earth to the verge of existence.
The survivors had built a world where the thoughts of people had been cleansed of those deadly traits. Everything that could lead to imbalance was banned, punishable by Removal.
The societies' structure had been altered. There were no more relations, no more marriages. People could live together and interact as they'd wish, but it wasn't a major factor anymore to strive for a family.
Procreation was a technical function, one was asked for from time to time if the genes matched. Unwanted conceiving was impossible. Children were brough up in breeding stations and enjoyed the best care and education that could possibly be achieved.
The new people, as they called themselves, had soon learned, that there was one drive, deeply rooted in the core of the human mind, they could not control. Sex. Raw, vicious lust. Kinks of all kinds. It took the better part of 500 years to come up with a solution: the Facilitators. These women and men were genetically altered to be exactly, what the others needed. Submissive, beautiful, obedient and permanently horny sex toys. The important part in Facilitator selection was to find humans, featuring specific genetic properties that were required for them to later want and love their life. Being a Facilitator wasn't a punishment, it was pure bliss for the selected ones. It was, what got them a fulfilled life.
The Choosing would soon commence. The dean held a lengthy lecture about the importance of Facilitators for society and everlasting peace. After some 30 minutes, he concluded by wishing everybody a successful Choosing.
Each of thirty Facilitator had a badge with a unique symbol - in Sasha's case, it was a purple wand, decorated with golden braids. First the other men and women were supposed to choose who they'd be interested to adopt, making them the Adopters. They made their choice known by getting a matching token for their adoptee from the available baskets with assorted tokens. Then they were asked to present them to their chosen Facilitator. The Facilitators were known to the adopters in detail as information about them had been made public before the event. So, people would know the preferences and kinks of all the Facilitators before choosing.
The Presentation could take quite a while, as each adopter was required to present himself to the Facilitator, describing his interests and kinks in detail.
After that, the Bonding would take place: the Facilitator would accept one (or none) adopter. They would both don the token to their clothes to make the choice public. The Bonding was supposed to be a kind of probation period. The adopter and the adoptee were supposed to get to know each other and verify their choice. Any of them could terminate and restart at any time.
Sascha had listened to all (some 80) adopters. She was tired. And she had made her choice right in the beginning. There was one man, about 6'5" tall - dark, short hair, that had drawn her attention. He had an air of someone who was fine with himself, without seeming arrogant. He'd been smiling all through the dean's lecture - and hadn't let her one second out of his sight. She could imagine, that he'd be someone who knew exactly what he wanted - on the other hand would protect her by all means, if she were his.
He presented himself as the last adopter and was named Jonathan.
He answered in the negative, "As appealing this is and while I have no problem with watchers, this doesn't seem to be the nicest of places.", he said, helping her up. "Please remind me to come back to your offer, before you change these clothes. I love how these thigh-highs and heels compliment your perfect little ass.", he concluded.
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