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Rachel wakes up next morning without a problem

2017-11-09T14:37:43Z

The ENF guy:

Rachel was suddently shaken awake by a fairly strong hand.

"Wake up!" the voice urged. "It's already four o'clock! We have to get to cleaning. And uh... cover that."

Rachel groaned and turned. One of the few privileges that she had enjoyed in several orphanages, she now realized, was that there were always a bed available. Her shoulder felt numb, her neck hurt and she very much didn't feel she got enough sleep. Still, she was awake and was very much aware of what she had to do and moping about it wasn't going to solve the problem.

She had slept on her school uniform, since everyone else did, however now with her glasses on Rachel noticed under candlelight that the other girls were giggling and pointing at her and she didn't take long to find out why.

For whatever reason, her dress was completely raised, up to her neck, exposing even her plain, white bra. Then now, at least she was wearing a bra, what she was not wearing at that time was her white panties even though she distinctly remember having them on at night. Rachel moved to cover her genitals by quickly standing up and putting the skirt on its place. She was starting to wonder where her panties had gotten to when she felt them around her left ankle. Someone had probably pranked her at night. Rachel didn't mind that much, since the prank was rather tame as far as pranks go.

"We're pretty cramped here," started the girl who woke her up, "and there's no privacy so uh... it's fine if you want to... ease up a bit."

"Oh, I wasn't..." started Rachel, but she was interrupted.

"I'm not judging, okay? But if you ''have'' to play with yourself, be more discreet about it. Doing it at night was the right call, just... hide the evidence afterwards! The rest of us don't ''need'' to know."

"But I wasn't doing that!" Rachel protested, two of her roommates giggling, and two seemingly flustered by the situation.

"You... shave down there?" asked one of the flustered girls.

As far as Rachel recalled, the name of the girl engaging her was Amy. She was rather tall and had black, straight hair reaching well over her shoulders.

"N-not really," tried to dismiss Rachel, answering Amy. "I know it's shaved. I just... don't do it myself."

"Oh," said Amy, not knowing what to say in response to that.

Rachel had rarely had any pubes, or body hair for that matter. It's not that they didn't grow, just that they were removed almost as fast as they could manage to appear. Sometimes they were plucked, they were shaved very often and once they were burned during a dangerous stunt which thankfully didn't scar her. The last time was just three days ago, it was done by a girl a year older than Rachel, who was lying in bed while Rachel was 'singing lullabies' to her. Rachel was standing nude next to her and the girl would every now and then pluck a small little pube with the assistance of tweezers to make Rachel yelp and then moan and complain in pain for a few seconds; this was supposed to be singing. That was a bit on the extreme end, to be fair. Usually other girls would just randomly jump and shave her every few days. It happend so often that it wasn't even seen as an act of malice unless they did it with an audience; someone was just bored and wanted to treat Rachel as a doll they could play with. Rachel hadn't done it herself even once and stopped minding when someone did it for her a long time ago.

"Anyways," interrupted the girl who had woken Rachel up, an apparently bossy third year latino girl by the name of Reina, "have this broom. Take care of the room, will you? I'll do the windows and Amy can mop after you. You, and you; go get water. Three buckets should do, if any of you can manage to carry two at once. You'll find them on the back. Be careful with the handles, okay? If they break it'll be your funeral."

The giggling girls hurried to obey, opening the door of the room and revealing that there was penty of activity already outside, everyone got to their job and forgot about Rachel's bald vulva. Even Rachel herself forgot until she gave a step and realized her panties were still on her ankle. She quickly ducked to fix the problem but while fixing them around their proper place, she noticed between her legs was rather slimy. She had been wet during the night.

"Rachel, come on!" the latino girl urged, and Rachel obeyed.

While brooming, she wondered; How was she wet? Had she really masturbated during her sleep? That had never happened before. Much like shaving, other girls took care of the problem for Rachel. They would sometimes use her front and almost always her backside. For whatever reason, groups of girls very much enjoyed bending her over and placing something inside her rectum. Rachel could even afford to somewhat enjoy it if they weren't being overly harsh - which was rarely. As for regular masturbation, she had done it herself just a handful of times; most of which were in public because she was forced to. While she found it terribly embarrassing, Rachel had to admit it was incredibly stimulating to do it in front of boys and was open to the experience of doing it again, willingly, so long as there was less laughter and pointing fingers.

Rachel finished brooming the room. There seemed to be quite a lot to do ahead of her.

*[[Rachel tries to skip on her cleaning duties]]
*[[Rachel finishes cleaning and heads to her first class]]
*[[Orphans from other rooms find Rachel a good target for bullying]]
*[[Rachel tries to find out what happened at night]]

[[Category: Solitude Academy]]

Rachel, a freshman orphan attending during the 70's

2017-11-09T14:29:47Z

The ENF guy:

It was a shame Rachel didn't have any memories of her early childhood, since as she understood it they were the happiest days of her life. For one thing, her parents were alive and she had siblings to take care of her. Also, she suffered no bullying whatsoever and was even fed every single day no matter what. God, Rachel though, didn't quite think she quite deserved a loving family or happiness and thus He saw to that by sending a train wreckage her way.

She survived, however, if only barely. A year later she was able to walk again althoght unable to run anymore. As a reminder of what she went through she had two ugly scars on her knees and another one on her head mercifully covered completely by her wavy red hair at shoulder length. The impact she suffered on the head also did a number on her optic nerve; which lead that despite not being anything necessarily wrong with her pretty gray eyes she needed surprisingly tick glasses, as Rachel was effectively blind without them.

Rachel had been in three different orphanages during her childhood and early adolescence. They were three different evironments and the only thing she could tell didn't change is the fact that she had been bullied mercilessly. A short redhead unable to run who hasn't been able to excersice in her life and can also be easily blinded is an easy target for other kids to abuse. It didn't help she had a knack for getting into trouble without anyone's help in the first place. All that paired with the undeniable fact that she had a very graced face with high pomules and straight nose made the pranks other kids have a few things in common. For instance, she had lost count of the times people had stolen her glasses while she changed so she couldn't finish or the amount of times she had been convinced by others she was still in the changing room or showers before putting on her glasses and realizing she was nude in an inappropiate place. Another favorite one was making her trip with her clothes by putting the skirt of her dress over her head and pulling down her panties, a sure way to make her fall and give everyone a show, since it took her a whole minute to be standing with her clothes in their place.

The only thing Rachel though God had graced her with, since she thought her face was hideous due to her huge glasses, was her cute little bubble butt. While her perky, round, shapely, young breasts had nothing wrong with them there were also nothing special compared to best endowed girls around; which were rarely lacking. Hers were simply average-sized at best.

Our little red-head had long resigned herself to live her life the way it had always been and was thoroughly surprised to find out she had been adopted by an apparently ridiculously rich gentlemen who she had never seen in person but had sent a small army of buttlers and a limousine to pick her up and adopt her in a single evening.

She didn't even pay any attention by the fact someone had hidden all her underwear, then tied a thread of her dress to her bed making it come undone and her flash the orphanage one last time as she entered the limousine.

Of course, her hopes were then crushed by reality as they always had been and she finally was in a circumstance she could easily accept once more.

She was explained that she was a part of a charity program that allowed an orphan like herself to join the first year at a prestigious but almost unknown facilty known as the Solitude Academy and was legally obligated to attend until she emancipated - virtually impossible as Mr. Mysterious had somehow managed to make her not be recognized as an adult until her early sixties - or graduated.

She was given an uniform - an ugly and plain black dress -, a pair of brown shoes, a pair of white underwear and allowed to take her belongings with her to what would be her new home for at least the next three years.

Her "home" was a rather old looking wood-building best described as a one floored shack with six rooms; one of which was to be hers so long as she could share it with four other girls. The rooms had no furniture of any kind and she was actually to be considered lucky since she had a baggage in which to place her whole four new sets of underwear and two dresses, much more than any of her roomates had.

The strict-looking lady who escorted her there had explained her classes would start tomorrow and she was expected to be punctual. Using any clothes other than the uniform was strictly forbidden. Teachers were to be respected and obeyed under all circumstances. If she had no money to buy her meals or school-supplies; these would be provided for her assuming she was willing to do the cleaning of the school along with others who wanted the same benefit.

She quickly learned by talking to others that there were two types of students in the school; a huge amount of orphans all seemingly adopted by the same man who consisted in half of the school and the "rich girls" who lived in nice little sororities and while still very much made to follow the same rules as the orphans, had a much easier time for the simple reason that their parents paid the Academy's insane fares for food, clothing, rooms other than the shacks - which were essentially free - and such.

Night quickly arrived while the orphans exchanged stories and met each other. Rachel was surprised no one had bullied her even once, as she expected to be spending her first night naked and tied to a tree to be found out by the whole school next morning so everyone knows who's the new punching bag or something along those lines.

With nothing but candles they had to use sparringly, the darkness was too penetrating to allow doing anything else than sleep. To ward off the cold withot any sheets or beds each new girl quickly learned to use their unworn clothes to improvise bed mats. It wasn't very comfortable but quite enough for Rachel to fall asleep on.

*[[Rachel's roomates decide to prank her]]
*[[Rachel wakes up late]]
*[[A particularly amorous girl decides to pay Rachel a night visit]]
*[[Rachel wakes up next morning without a problem]]

[[Category: Solitude Academy]]

Rachel wakes up next morning without a problem

2017-11-09T00:41:38Z

The ENF guy:

Rachel was suddently shaken awake by a fairly strong hand.

"Wake up!" the voice urged. "It's already four o'clock! We have to get to cleaning. And uh... cover that."

Rachel groaned and turned. One of the few privileges that she had enjoyed in several orphanages, she now realized, was that there were always a bed available. Her shoulder felt numb, her neck hurt and she very much didn't feel she got enough sleep. Still, she was awake and was very much aware of what she had to do and moping about it wasn't going to solve the problem.

She had slept on her school uniform, since everyone else did, however now with her glasses on Rachel noticed under candlelight that the other girls were giggling and pointing at her and she didn't take long to find out why.

For whatever reason, her dress was completely raised, up to her neck, exposing even her bra. Then now, at least she was wearing a bra, what she was not wearing at that time was panties even though she distinctly remember having them on at night. Rachel moved to cover her genitals by quickly standing up and putting the skirt on its place. She was starting to wonder where her panties had gotten to when she felt them around her left ankle. Someone had probably pranked her at night. Rachel didn't mind that much, since the prank was rather tame as far as pranks go.

"We're pretty cramped here," started the girl who woke her up, "and there's no privacy so uh... it's fine if you want to... ease up a bit."

"Oh, I wasn't..." started Rachel, but she was interrupted.

"I'm not judging, okay? But if you ''have'' to play with yourself, be more discreet about it. Doing it at night was the right call, just... cover the evidence afterwards!"

"But I wasn't!" Rachel protested, two of her roommates giggling, and two seemingly flustered by the situation.

"You... shave down there?" asked one of the flustered girls.

As far as Rachel recalled, her name was Amy. She was rather tall and had black, straight hair reaching well over her shoulders.

"N-not really," tried to dismiss Rachel. "I know it's shaved. I just... don't do it myself."

"Oh," the girl said, not knowing what to say in response to that.

Rachel had rarely had any pubes, or body hair for that matter. It's not that they didn't grow, just that they were removed almost as fast as they could manage to appear. Sometimes they were plucked, they were shaved very often and once they were burned during a dangerous stunt which thankfully didn't scar her. The last time it was a girl a year older than Rachel, who was lying in bed while Rachel was 'singing lullabies' to her. Rachel was standing nude next to her and the girl would every now and then pluck a small little pube with the assistance of tweezers to make Rachel yelp and then moan and complain in pain for a few seconds; this was supposed to be singing. Usually other girls would just randomly jump and shave her every few days. It happend so often that it wasn't even seen as an act of malice unless they did it in front of boys; someone was just bored and wanted to treat Rachel as a doll they could play with. Rachel hadn't done it herself even once and stopped minding when someone did it for her.

"Anyways," interrupted the girl who had woken Rachel up, a bossy third year latino girl by the name of Reina, "have this broom. Take care of the room, will you? I'll do the windows and Amy can mop after you. You, and you; go get water. Three buckets should do, if any of you can manage to carry two at once. You'll find them on the back. Be careful with the handles, okay? If they break it'll be your funeral."

The giggling girls hurried to obey, opening the door of the room and revealing that there was penty of activity already outside, everyone got to their job and forgot about Rachel's shaved vulva. Even Rachel herself forgot until she gave a step and realized her panties were still on her ankle. She quickly ducked to fix the problem but while fixing them around their proper place, she noticed between her legs was rather slimy. She had been wet during the night.

"Rachel, come on!" the latino girl urged, and Rachel obeyed.

While brooming, she wondered. How was she wet? Had she really masturbated during her sleep? That had never happened before. Much like shaving, other girls took care of the problem for Rachel. They would sometimes use her front and almost always her back. For whatever reason, groups of girls very much enjoyed bending her over and placing something inside her rectum. Rachel could even afford to somewhat enjoy it if they weren't being overly harsh - which was rarely. As for regular masturbation, she had done it herself just a handful of times; most of which were in public because she was forced to. While she found it terribly embarrassing, Rachel had to admit it was incredibly stimulating to do it in front of boys and was open to the experience of doing it again, willingly, so long as there was less laughter and pointing fingers.

Rachel finished brooming the room. There seemed to be quite a lot to do ahead of her.

*[[Rachel tries to skip on her cleaning duties]]
*[[Rachel finishes cleaning and heads to her first class]]
*[[Orphans from other rooms find Rachel a good target for bullying]]
*[[Rachel tries to find out what happened at night]]

[[Category: Solitude Academy]]

Rachel wakes up next morning without a problem

2017-11-09T00:32:21Z

The ENF guy: Created page with 'Rachel was suddently shaken awake by a fairly strong hand. "Wake up!" the voice urged. "It's already four o'clock! We have to get to cleaning. And uh... cover that." Rachel gro…'

Rachel was suddently shaken awake by a fairly strong hand.

"Wake up!" the voice urged. "It's already four o'clock! We have to get to cleaning. And uh... cover that."

Rachel groaned and turned. One of the few privileges that she had enjoyed in several orphanages, she now realized, was that there were always a bed available. Her shoulder felt numb, her neck hurt and she very much didn't feel she got enough sleep. Still, she was awake and was very much aware of what she had to do and moping about it wasn't going to solve the problem.

She had slept on her school uniform, since everyone else did, however now with her glasses on Rachel noticed under candlelight that the other girls were giggling and pointing at her and she didn't take long to find out why.

For whatever reason, her dress was completely raised, up to her neck, exposing even her bra. Then now, at least she was wearing a bra, what she was not wearing at that time was panties even though she distinctly remember having them on at night. Rachel quickly moved to cover her genitals by quickly standing up and putting the skirt on its place. She was starting to wonder where her panties had gotten to when she felt them around her left ankle. Someone had probably pranked her at night. Rachel didn't mind that much, since the prank was rather tame as far as pranks go.

"We're pretty cramped here," started the girl who woke her up, "and there's no privacy so uh... it's fine if you want to... ease up a bit."

"Oh, I wasn't..." started Rachel, but she was interrupted.

"I'm not judging, okay? But if you ''have'' to play with yourself, be more discreet about it. Doing it at night was the right call, just... cover the evidence afterwards."

"But I wasn't!" Rachel protested, two of her roommates giggling, and two seemingly flustered by the situation.

"You... shave down there?" asked one of the flustered girls.

As far as Rachel recalled, her name was Amy. She was rather tall and had black, straight hair reaching well over her shoulders.

"N-not really," tried to dismiss Rachel. "I know it's shaved. I just... don't do it myself."

"Oh," the girl said, not knowing what to say in response to that.

Rachel had rarely had any pubes, or body hair for that matter. It's not that they didn't grow, just that they were removed almost as fast as they could manage to appear. Sometimes they were plucked, they were shaved very often and once they were burned during a dangerous stunt which thankfully didn't scar her. The last time it was a girl a year older than Rachel, who was lying in bed while Rachel was 'singing lullabies' to her. Rachel was standing nude next to her and the girl would every now and then pluck a small little pube with the assistance of tweezers to make Rachel yelp and then moan and complain in pain for a few seconds; this was supposed to be singing. Usually other girls would just randomly jump and shave her every few days. It happend so often that it wasn't even seen as an act of malice unless they did it in front of boys; someone was just bored and wanted to treat Rachel as a doll they could play with. Rachel hadn't done it herself even once.

"Anyways," interrupted the girl who had woken Rachel up, a bossy third year latino girl by the name of Reina, "have this broom. Take care of the room, will you? I'll do the windows and Amy can mop after you. You, and you; go get water. Three buckets should do, if any of you can manage to carry two at once. You'll find them on the back. Be careful with the handles, okay? If they break it'll be your funeral."

The giggling girls hurried to obey, opening the door of the room and revealing that there was penty of activity already outside, everyone got to their job and forgot about Rachel's shaved vulva. Even Rachel herself forgot until she gave a step and realized her panties were still on her ankle. She quickly ducked to fix the problem but while fixing them around their proper place, she noticed between her legs was rather slimy. She had been wet during the night.

"Rachel, come on!" the latino girl urged, and Rachel obeyed.

While brooming, she wondered. How was she wet? Had she really masturbated during her sleep? That had never happened before. Much like shaving, other girls took care of the problem for Rachel. They would sometimes use her front and almost always her back. For whatever reason, groups of girls very much enjoyed bending her over and placing something inside her rectum. Rachel could even afford to somewhat enjoy it if they weren't being overly harsh - which was rarely. As for regular masturbation, she had done it herself just a handful of times; most of which were in public because she was forced to. While she found it terribly embarrassing, Rachel had to admit it was incredibly stimulating to do it in front of boys and was open to the experience of doing it again, willingly, so long as there was less laughter and pointing fingers.

Rachel finished brooming the room. There seemed to be quite a lot to do ahead of her.

*[[Rachel tries to skip on her cleaning duties]]
*[[Rachel finishes cleaning and heads to her first class]]
*[[Orphans from other rooms find Rachel a good target for bullying]]
*[[Rachel tries to find out what happened at night]]

[[Category: Solitude Academy]]

Rachel is so flattered she kisses and embraces Amy

2017-11-08T19:46:49Z

The ENF guy: Created page with 'Tearing up, Rachel was so moved she had a hard time speaking. "N-no one had ever...!" she said, trying to express this was the nearest anoyone had expressed nearing love to her.…'

Tearing up, Rachel was so moved she had a hard time speaking.

"N-no one had ever...!" she said, trying to express this was the nearest anoyone had expressed nearing love to her.

Not feeling herself able to say another word, she jumped into Amy's open arms and hugged hard behind her back. Amy was taken by surprise and even more so when she felt Rachel raising her mouth to find hers. Amy answered her kiss, nonetheless.

A particularly amorous girl decides to pay Rachel a night visit

2017-11-08T19:36:22Z

The ENF guy:

Rachel woke up to a pair of hands trying to sneak their way up her dress. She was very startled, which in her case means she staid completely still and unmoving, as a life of endless bullying had thaught her it was best.

"Took you long enough!" she thought, certain the other girls finally stopped prettending they could ever be friends and were now going to punish her for daring being alive.

First, she wanted to determine to number of her attackers to see if it was a good idea to remain still and take it or if she could plead her way out of it. Larger crowds usually were just amused and even encouraged by pleading while individuals were usually better dispossed to leave her alone if she used tears convincingly enough.

The pair of offending hands seemed to belong to a single person. They closed above her hips and gripped her underwear.

"So taking off my panties is step one," Rachel realized.

She just hoped they left her butt alone. She didn't understand why groups of girls insisted in inserting things in there for fun and above all she very much hated the fact that she didn't hate it. If they were gentle enough she actually didn't mind at all. Not that she would ever admit that... unless told to.

With her glasses off and the lights out, Rachel could only rely on her hearing and sense of touch to find out the information she needed. As her white panties were being pulled down she felt and heard nothing but one single, slow breathing. Could it be it was not a group, but a single girl? Rachel decided to risk it as she didn't want to find out how far this girl - she knew it was a girl as she had felt the hands touching her legs and hips as they were pulling her underwear down - was going to go in order to prank her.

"What are you doing?" Rachel finally decided to ask as her panties were now around her ankles.

"O-Oh! Sorry, did I wake you up?" a voice answered. Unless Rachel was mistaken this was Amy, a black-haired first year girl, her roommate. She also seemed to very doubtful about her actions, and even apologetic. Rachel could very much reason with someone like that.

"Um, what are you doing?" Rachel asked, trying to sound calm and confused instead of afraid.

"Oh... this? This, you see... Er, I... um. This, you mean?" Amy paused. "Stealing. I am stealing your... underwear. I barely have any of my own and you um, looked my size."

Rachel decided now to ignore that while Amy was a towering figure of 5'7", she herself was much shorter and thus it was very unlikely they were the same size on anything. All that mattered is how she was backing off. She even let go of Rachel's panties, albeit leaving there on just threading by a single ankle.

"Err... could you not? You know, steal my undies?" Rachel asked, very willing to let the situation go so long as Amy decided the same.

"Sure. I mean, I'm not going to now that you caught me, you know? S-sorry about that. It's very common from where I came from, you know? Girls stealing other girl's clothes and stuff. Didn't mean anything by it."

"O-oh. That's okay, I guess. You know? F-for a second there you looked like you were going to rape me.Ha, ha..." tried to joke Rachel to make light of the situation so they could hopefully forget the whole thing.

"W-what? No! Of course not!" Panicked Amy. "I... is that what it looked like? Oh, godness I'm so sorry... I wasn't, though! I, I just wanted to see your pussy, m-maybe touch it a little bit, you know? I-I don't mean to rape anyone, okay? I don't do stuff like that!"

Rachel was caught off-guard by Amy's unwanted attempt to defend herself. Amy was not done.

"I didn't want to force you or anything. Y-you're really cute, you know? I didn't want to creep you out or anything so I figured, 'hey, what's the harm of doing something real innocent while she sleeps', you know?"

A snore from one of the other girls cut the conversation. An awkward silence followed.

Rachel was very confused and had trouble making up her mind. Rachel wasn't going to prank her; she was still going to abuse her but it was because she found her attractive and not because she wanted to watch her squirm and cry. That was new. Until that point the most anyone had done to announce they found her attractive was boys asking another orphaned girl to hold her while others pulled up her skirt and down her undies in front of people. A confession was something Rachel didn't expect to happen in her life.

This presented itself to many unexplored options.

*[[Rachel is so flattered she kisses and embraces Amy]]
*[[Rachel sees this as a chance, she'll become Amy's girlfriend in exchange of protection]]
*[[Amy panicks and decides to abuse Rachel against her will]]
*[[Rachel rejects Amy and tries to forget this ever happened]]

[[Category: Solitude Academy]]

A particularly amorous girl decides to pay Rachel a night visit

2017-11-08T19:23:30Z

The ENF guy: Created page with 'Rachel woke up to a pair of hands trying to sneak their way up her dress. She was very startled, which in her case means she staid completely still and unmoving, as a life of end…'

Rachel woke up to a pair of hands trying to sneak their way up her dress. She was very startled, which in her case means she staid completely still and unmoving, as a life of endless bullying had thaught her it was best.

"Took you long enough!" she thought, certain the other girls finally stopped prettending they could ever be friends and were now going to punish her for daring being alive.

First, she wanted to determine to number of her attackers to see if it was a good idea to remain still and take it or if she could plead her way out of it. Larger crowds usually were just amused and even encouraged by pleading while individuals were usually better dispossed to leave her alone if she used tears convincingly enough.

The pair of offending hands seemed to belong to a single person. They closed above her hips and gripped her underwear.

"So taking off my panties is step one," Rachel realized.

She just hoped they left her butt alone. She didn't understand why groups of girls insisted in inserting things in there for fun and above all she very much hated the fact that she didn't hate it. If they were gentle enough it was hard for her to admit she actually didn't mind at all.

With her glasses off and the lights out, Rachel could only rely on her and sense of touch ears to find out the information she needed. As her white panties were being pulled down she felt and heard nothing but one single, slow breathing. Could it be it was not a group, but a single girl? Rachel decided to risk it as she didn't want to find out how far this girl - she knew it was a girl as she had felt the hands touching her legs and hips as they were pulling her underwear down - was going to go in order to prank her.

"What are you doing?" Rachel finally decided to ask as her panties were now around her ankles.

"O-Oh! Sorry, did I wake you up?" a voice answered. Unless Rachel was mistaken this was Amy, a black-haired first year girl, her roommate. She also seemed to very doubtful about her actions, and even apologetic. Rachel could very much reason with someone like that.

"Um, what are you doing?" Rachel asked, trying to sound calm and confused instead of panicking.

"Oh... this? This, you see... Er, I... um. This, you mean?" Amy paused. "Stealing. I am stealing your... underwear. I barely have any of my own and you um, looked my size."

Rachel decided now to ignore that while Amy was a towering figure of 5'7", she herself was much shorter and thus it was very unlikely they were the same size on anything. All that mattered is how she was backing off. She even let go of Rachel's panties, albeit leaving there on just threading by a single ankle.

"Err... could you not? You know, steal my undies?" Rachel asked, very willing to let the situation go so long as Amy decided the same.

"Sure. I mean, I'm not going to now that you caught me, you know? S-sorry about that. It's very common from where I came from, you know? Girls stealing other girl's clothes and stuff. Didn't mean anything by it."

"O-oh. That's okay, I guess. You know? F-for a second there you looked like you were going to rape me..." tried to joke Rachel to make light of the situation so they could hopefully forget the whole thing.

"W-what? No! Of course not!" Panicked Amy. "I... is that what it looked like? Oh, godness I'm so sorry... I wasn't, though! I, I just wanted to see your pussy, m-maybe touch it a little bit, you know? I-I don't mean to rape anyone, okay? I don't do stuff like that!"

Rachel was caught off-guard by Amy's unwanted attempt to defend herself. Amy was not done.

"I didn't want to force you or anything. Y-you're really cute, you know? I didn't want to creep you out or anything so I figured, 'hey, what's the harm of doing something real innocent while she sleeps', you know?"

A snore from one of the other girls cut the conversation. An awkward silence followed.

Rachel was very confused and had trouble making up her mind. Rachel wasn't going to prank her; she was still going to abuse her but it was because she found her attractive and not because she wanted to watch her squirm and cry. That was very new. Until that poing the most anyone had done to announce they found her attractive was boys paying another orphaned girl to hold her while others pulled up her skirt and down her undies in front of people. A confession was something Rachel didn't expect to happen in her life.

This presented itself to many unexplored options.

*[[Rachel is so flattered she kisses and embraces Amy]]
*[[Rachel sees this as a chance, she'll become Amy's girlfriend in exchange of protection]]
*[[Amy panicks and decides to abuse Rachel against her will]]
*[[Rachel rejects Amy and tries to forget this ever happened]]

[[Category: Solitude Academy]]

Rachel, a freshman orphan attending during the 70's

2017-11-08T17:45:48Z

The ENF guy:

It was a shame Rachel didn't have any memories of her early childhood, since as she understood it they were the happiest days of her life. For one thing, her parents were alive and she had siblings to take care of her. Also, she suffered no bullying whatsoever and was even fed every single day no matter what. God, Rachel though, didn't quite think she quite deserved a loving family or happiness and thus He saw to that by sending a train wreckage her way.

She survived, however, if only barely. A year later she was able to walk again althoght unable to run again. As a reminder of what she went through she had two ugly scars in her knees and another one on her head mercifully covered completely by her wavy red hair at shoulder length. The impact also did a number on her optic nerve; which lead that despite not being anything necessarily wrong with her pretty gray eyes she needed surprisingly tick glasses, as Rachel was effectively blind without them.

Rachel had been in three different orphanages during her childhood and early adolescence. They were three different evironments and the only thing she could tell didn't change is the fact that she had been bullied mercilessly. A short redhead unable to run who hasn't been able to excersice in her life who can also be easily blinded is an easy target for other kids to abuse. It didn't help she had a knack for getting into trouble without anyone's help in the first place. All that paired with the undeniable fact that she had a very graced face with high pomules and straight nose made the pranks other kids did have a few things in common. For instance, she had lost count of the times people had stolen her glasses while she changed so she couldn't finish or the amount of times she had been convinced by others she was still in the changing room or showers before putting on her glasses and realizing she was nude in an inappropiate place. Another favorite one was making her trip with her dress by putting the skirt over her dress, a sure way to make her fall and give everyone a show.

The only thing Rachel though God had graced her with since she thought her face was hideous due to her huge glasses, was her cute little bubble butt. While her perky, young breasts had nothing wrong with them there were also nothing special compared to best endowed girls around; which were rarely lacking. Hers were simply average-sized at best.

Our little red-head had long resigned herself to live her life the way it had always been and was thoroughly surprised to find out she had been adopted by an apparently ridiculously rich gentlemen who she had never seen in person but had sent a small army of buttlers and a limousine to pick her up and adopt her in a single evening.

She wasn't even bothered by the fact someone had tied a thread of her dress to her bed making it come undone and her flash her underwear one last time to everyone in the orphanage as she entered the limousine.

Of course, her hopes were then crushed by reality as they always had been and she finally was in a reality she could easily accept once more.

She was explained that she was a part of a charity program that allowed an orphan like herself to join the first year at a prestigious but unknown facilty known as the Solitude Academy and was legally obligated to attend until she emancipated - virtually impossible as Mr. Mysterious had somehow managed to make her not be recognized as an adult until her early sixties - or graduated.

She was given an uniform - an ugly and plain black dress -, a pair of brown shoes, a pair of white underwear and allowed to take her belongings with her to what would be her new home for at least the next three years.

Her "home" was a rather old looking wood-building best described as a one floored shack with six rooms; one of which was to be hers so long as she could share it with four other girls. The rooms had no furniture of any kind and she was actually to be considered lucky since she had a baggage in which to place her whole four sets of underwear and two dresses, much more than any of her roomates had.

The strict-looking lady who escorted her there had explained her classes would start tomorrow and she was expected to be punctual. Using any clothes other than the uniform was strictly forbidden. Teachers were to be respected and obeyed on all circumstances. If she had no money to buy her meals or school-supplies; these would be provided for her assuming she was willing to do the cleaning of the school along with others who wanted the same benefit.

She quickly learned by talking to others that there were two types of students in the school; a huge amount of orphans all seemingly adopted by the same man who consisted in half of the school and the "rich girls" who lived in nice little sororities and while still very much made to follow the same rules as the orphans, had still a much easier time for the simple reason that their parents paid the Academy's insane fares for food, clothing, rooms other than the shacks - which were essentially free - and such.

Night quickly arrived while the orphans exchanged stories and met each other. Rachel was surprised no one had bullied her even once, as she expected to be spending her first night naked and tied to a tree to be found out by the whole school next morning or something along those lines.

With nothing but candles they had to use sparringly, the darkness was too penetrating to allow doing anything else than sleep. To ward off the cold withot any sheets or beds each girl quickly learned to use their unworn clothes to improvise bed mats. It wasn't very comfortable but quite enough for Rachel to fall asleep on.

*[[Rachel's roomates decide to prank her]]
*[[Rachel wakes up late]]
*[[A particularly amorous girl decides to pay Rachel a night visit]]
*[[Rachel wakes up next morning without a problem]]

[[Category: Solitude Academy]]

Rachel, a freshman orphan attending during the 70's

2017-11-08T17:41:27Z

The ENF guy: Created page with 'It was a shame Rachel didn't have any memories of her early childhood, since as she understood it they were the happiest days of her life. For one thing, her parents were alive a…'

It was a shame Rachel didn't have any memories of her early childhood, since as she understood it they were the happiest days of her life. For one thing, her parents were alive and she had siblings to take care of her. Also, she suffered no bullying whatsoever and was even fed every single day no matter what. God, Rachel though, didn't quite think she quite deserved a loving family or happiness and thus He saw to that by sending a train wreckage her way.

She survived, however, if only barely. A year later she was able to walk again althoght unable to run again. As a reminder of what she went through she had two ugly scars in her knees and another one on her head mercifully covered completely by her wavy red hair at shoulder length. The impact also did a number on her optic nerve; which lead that despite not being anything necessarily wrong with her pretty gray eyes she needed surprisingly tick glasses, as Rachel was effectively blind without them.

Rachel had been in three different orphanages during her childhood and early adolescence. They were three different evironments and the only thing she could tell didn't change is the fact that she had been bullied mercilessly. A short redhead unable to run who hasn't been able to excersice in her life who can also be easily blinded is an easy target for other kids to abuse. It didn't help she had a knack for getting into trouble without anyone's help in the first place. All that paired with the undeniable fact that she had a very graced face with high pomules and straight nose made the pranks other kids did have a few things in common. For instance, she had lost count of the times people had stolen her glasses while she changed so she couldn't finish or the amount of times she had been convinced by others she was still in the changing room or showers before putting on her glasses and realizing she was nude in an inappropiate place. Another favorite one was making her trip with her dress by putting the skirt over her dress, a sure way to make her fall and give everyone a show.

The only thing Rachel though God had graced her with since she thought her face was hideous due to her huge glasses, was her cute little bubble butt. While her perky, young breasts had nothing wrong with them there were also nothing special compared to best endowed girls around; which were rarely lacking. Hers were simply average-sized at best.

Our little red-head had long resigned herself to live her life the way it had always been and was thoroughly surprised to find out she had been adopted by an apparently ridiculously rich gentlemen who she had never seen in person but had sent a small army of buttlers and a limousine to pick her up and adopt her in a single evening.

She wasn't even bothered by the fact someone had tied a thread of her dress to her bed making it come undone and her flash her underwear one last time to everyone in the orphanage as she entered the limousine.

Of course, her hopes were then crushed by reality as they always had been and she finally was in a reality she could easily accept once more.

She was explained that she was a part of a charity program that allowed an orphan like herself to join the first year at a prestigious but unknown facilty known as the Solitude Academy and was legally obligated to attend until she emancipated - virtually impossible as Mr. Mysterious had somehow managed to make her not be recognized as an adult until her early sixties - or graduated.

She was given an uniform - an ugly and plain black dress -, a pair of brown shoes, a pair of white underwear and allowed to take her belongings with her to what would be her new home for at least the next three years.

Her "home" was a rather old looking wood-building best described as a one floored shack with six rooms; one of which was to be hers so long as she could share it with four other girls. The rooms had no furniture of any kind and she was actually to be considered lucky since she had a baggage in which to place her whole four sets of underwear and two dresses, much more than any of her roomates had.

The strict-looking lady who escorted her there had explained her classes would start tomorrow and she was expected to be punctual. Using any clothes other than the uniform was strictly forbidden. Teachers were to be respected and obeyed on all circumstances. If she had no money to buy her meals or school-supplies; these would be provided for her assuming she was willing to do the cleaning of the school along with others who wanted the same benefit.

She quickly learned by talking to others that there were two types of students in the school; a huge amount of orphans all seemingly adopted by the same man who consisted in half of the school and the "rich girls" who lived in nice little sororities and while still very much made to follow the same rules as the orphans, had still a much easier time for the simple reason that their parents paid the Academy's insane fares for food, clothing, rooms other than the shacks - which were essentially free - and such.

Night quickly arrived while the orphans changed story and met each other. Rachel was surprised no one had bullied her even once, as she expected to be spending her first night naked and tied to a tree to be found out by the whole school next morning or something along those lines.

With nothing but candles they had to use sparringly, the darkness was too penetrating to allow doing anything else than sleep. To ward off the cold withot any sheets or beds each girl quickly learned to use their unworn clothes to improvise bed mats. It wasn't very comfortable but quite enough for Rachel to fall asleep on.

*[[Rachel's roomates decide to prank her]]
*[[Rachel wakes up late]]
*[[A particularly amorous girl decides to pay Rachel a night visit]]
*[[Rachel wakes up next morning without a problem]]

[[Category: Solitude Academy]]

Make sure to enforce they remain naked throughout the day

2017-10-31T20:43:55Z

The ENF guy: Created page with '"For now, you will remain a day like this, am I clear?" said Beatrice. "If you even dare cover up I'll tie up your hands behind your back and will stay nude for a week. This sure…'

"For now, you will remain a day like this, am I clear?" said Beatrice. "If you even dare cover up I'll tie up your hands behind your back and will stay nude for a week. This sure to show everyone how proud you are to not wear clothes at night."

The girls staid silently looking at their feet, already contemplating their embarrassing faith.

"And don't even think about skipping class," added Beatrice with a smirk.

Stay put and watch them return to their now empty room

2017-10-31T19:02:29Z

The ENF guy:

Deciding against coming out yet, Beatrice staid out of sight. The girls obediently finished their laps despite not knowing they were being observed. Too tired to cry or complain about their possitions, they gave everyone around a good look at their asses as they headed back the way they came towards the shack. They still had half an hour to get their belongings and get ready to class. The rest of the girls cleaning would have to forgive them for skipping on their duties and going streaking instead. They probably would understand.

"We won't have time to take a bath, will we?" finally managed to say Michelle between heavy breathings.

"Yes," answered Frida. Her breathing had already returned to normal. "Just pour a bucket over ourselves to get rid of the sweat. The rich bitches will call you smelly otherwise and you won't hear the end of it for the rest of the year."

"D-does that matter anymore?" said Michelle starting to cry. "Everyone's seen us naked. Don't think our reputation matters much anymore."

"Not that many people saw us," she was reassured by Frida. "Besides, this sort of thing is not that big a deal in this place. Half a dozen girls get the sort of treatment we did just now every day, we were just unlucky this time."

"But why? W-what does that fuck-"

"Shh!" Suddenly interrupted Frida by placing her mouth in Michelle's hand. "Don't ever talk badly about a teacher. You never know."

And right she was. Following closely in complete silence, Beatrice was disappointed she couldn't catch a student cursing her. It didn't happen often, it was a treat when it did.

The girls made them to the now empty shack. The other girls must've moved on to mop the floors of the main building before class.

"Umm... our clothes aren't here," said Michelle, stating the obvious.

"We'll just have to find someting to cover ourselves with."

"What about the uniforms? They said we can't go to class out of uniform! Shouldn't... we just stay here? We can't go naked to class."

"We can and we will if we must. Don't worry about the uniform rule, that only applies to any clothes that are not the uniform. It's fine to go in underwear... or less. At least so long as it's a punishment. I don't think they'll doubt our case is anything other than that.

"Seriously? That's just too much! You can't ask me to go naked to a classroom."

"It's better than being caught skipping class, besides we don't have to go completely bare. Let's find stuff to cover the essentials."

This seemed to Beatrice like a good time to try and make something happen.

*[[Urge them to class, focing them to attent naked]]
*[[Make a suggestion on what they could wear for class]]
*[[Stay hidden and let them deal with the problem on their own]]

[[Category: Solitude Academy]]

Stay put and watch them return to their now empty room

2017-10-31T19:02:14Z

The ENF guy: Created page with 'Deciding against coming out yet, Beatrice staid out of sight. The girls obediently finished their laps despite not knowing they were being observed. Too tired to cry or complain …'

Category:Solitude Academy

2017-10-31T18:33:55Z

The ENF guy: Created page with 'Solitude Academy.'

Solitude Academy.

She wants to watch the conclussion of Michelle's day

2017-10-31T18:33:26Z

The ENF guy: Created page with 'Beatrice's favorites to torment and watch were always the new girls. It wasn't nearly as much fun as with the third years who just accepted their fate silently. There wasn't any…'

Beatrice's favorites to torment and watch were always the new girls. It wasn't nearly as much fun as with the third years who just accepted their fate silently.

There wasn't any doubt in her mind they would obey her orders even if she was to not supervise them. Nonetheless she wanted to see it excecuted, so Beatrice followed the girls at a leisure pase. She didn't lag very far behind since the girls were jogging particularly slowly; as Beatrice expected they both were basically running on fumes, and running barefoot couldn't have helped much.

So by the time Beatrice made it to the running track, they weren't done with their first lap. Being early in the morning the sun wasn't very strong despite being late summer. The girls weren't being lazy despite their slow pace, in their faces were written they were actually trying to keep a good pace as they clumsily placed one foot in front of the other as fast as their bare feet and tired bodies seemed to allow.

They were a pitful sight, to the delight of Beatrice. Luckily they didn't have much of an audience at this hour, not that the girls were happy about the few people who got to stare at them in all their naked glory while they were too tired to raise their arms to cover their shame.

Frida, the tall girl, politely whitheld her pace to allow her roommate to catch up with her. She was covered in sweat, but at the very least her drowsiness was completely gone. To be completely honest she was the better spectacle of the two; not only was she better feminine proportions but having spent two years in the Academy there were plenty of people who knew her. From a distance her vulva was more visible as well, since she had bothered to trim it.

That is not to say that Michelle wasn't getting any attention. As a first year she was a new face, and the amount of hair between her legs was startling; yet at least it didn't allow anyone a good look at her genitals. She did invoke pity due to her phisique being overly thin and quite obviously having suffered from it throughout her life. Despite her many trials due to poverty living in the streets, this was only the second time she had been forced to run naked.

At the very least there was nobody pointing and laughing; the most to worry about was a group of high-born girls quitely snickering. They took longer than expected but it seemed they would be able to finish their laps around the track after all.

Beatrice, of course, was just out of view supervising her punishment. It was time to make her appearance.

*[[Force them to run some more, so they collapse]]
*[[Hurry them to class, making them go as they are]]
*[[Stay put and watch them return to their now empty room]]

[[Category: Solitude Academy]]

Grab all the clothes of the running girls so they have literally nothing to wear to come back to

2017-10-31T13:04:26Z

The ENF guy:

"What's all this mess?" asked Beatrice to no one in particular, signaling the clothes in the corner of the room and the rags in the floor. "You," she said, pointing at a random blonde girl, "come and get rid of this garbage. If I find out you didn't get rid of it properly I will be very displeased with you, do you understand?"

The girl nodded vigorously, and immediately dropped the broom she was holding to start grabbing the clothes of the poor running girls and two other of their roomates, currently watching as well. It was obvious the blonde girl had no choice. The clothes better be rid of and never be heard of again.

Beatrice exited the room smiling to herself, and walked away from the miserable shack as the girls behind her resumed their activities with even more fervor than before.

Laughting, she talked to herself.

"I hope your enjoy your stay in Solitude Academy, Michelle," she said, delighted. "Nice second morning, young lady? I bet you didn't expect having to sleep naked embracing some other little whore like some common dyke; just to be awakened to do morning laps in the nude. I bet the people around will enjoy watching your little butt running naked; especially those despicable boys. There's a surprise back at your room, though. You better not miss class, however; you must go to your classes even if has to be without any clothes."

What is next in Beatrice's day?

*[[She wants to watch the conclussion of Michelle's day]]
*[[Enough pestering students for now, go to class]]
*[[Today she feels like having breakfast for a change]]

[[Category: Solitude Academy]]

Go to the poor girls' Dormitories

2017-10-31T13:00:55Z

The ENF guy:

Today Beatrice is in the mood to put down those who already are down. She heads with determination to the old shack that is all the Academy has deemed appropriate to allow their students in the lower side of the earnings spectrum. These girls don't have rich dads to pay for real dormitories and sleep in small groups inside small rooms that if nothing, at least they're perfectly clean. This makes sense because they're the ones doing the maintenance of most of the Academy, an optional "assignment" that in exchange offers free meals and allows the orphans to take home whatever the rich girls, the staff, the workers and the Academy in general throw out, most generally clothing and cleaning supplies.

Aided by her glasses Beatrice spots them already up and about; young women in the uniform of the school - a plain long-sleeved black dress with white collar and black, matching shoes - in a frenzy to clean the floors as soon as possible, as they know they have only an hour and twenty minutes until their first class and students in the optional cleaning assignment have plenty to do before then.

Beatrice analyzes the situation and sees three possibilities to exploit, all attractive. She takes a second to ponder and decide who is going to suffer the consequence of her existence.

There is a closed door, which means someone is still sleeping in there. A rude awakening followed by disciplinary action is in order. Students technically still have half an hour to sleep, but not the ones in the "cleaning club"; and everyone knows there isn't anyone living in the shacks that is not part of the optional cleaning assignment.

One of the girls cleaning the floor with a dirty rag has become filthy in the process. Mud stains her dress and socks, her hair is a mess and her face - while undoubtedly pretty - is spotted brown, begging to be cleaned. Washing girls in public is one of Beatrice's favorite hobbies.

She can also play the same game the rich girls play, tormenting the orphans with plain and simple coin. She can offer one of them a modest amount of money and make ridiculous demands in exchange for them, which she won't be able to refuse.

*[[Visit the closed door]]

*[[Wash the dirty girl]]

*[[Buy some fun from an orphan]]

[[Category: Solitude Academy]]

Beatrice, an old teacher during the 90's with far too much power

2017-10-31T12:56:32Z

The ENF guy:

Beatrice Lawrence wakes up at the crack of dawn and raises from her bed with a quickness that would surprise a drill sargeant. She opens the curtains of her rather luxurious room, letting the little sunlight available in and immediately gets dressed.

Beatrice is a tall, thin old woman in her early fities. Much to her dismay she now has to wear glasses 27/7, while she could get away with using only reading glasses during her fourties. She almost always wears her grayish-brown hair in a tight bun and dresses with as much grace as a nun. Her life is uninteresting and dull in paper; she lives in the boarding school and does nothing in the whole day if not giving classes and managing the staff as some sort of asssistant Principal to then go back to sleep. Those who know her realize that this woman very much enjoys her life and all the pleasure she can derive from being herself.

This woman is a sadist of sorts. Nothing pleases her further than putting down her students during her class, and finding an excuse to do so is very easy. Students cower and tremble before her; for she who has been in the Academy for a year and hasn't been brought to tears or even contemplating suicide by this imposing woman can declare herself quite lucky. Beatrice has no interest in boys and the boys have no interest in her. They both are perectly happy prettending the other party doesn't exist, a privilege some female students would kill for.

Exiting her cozy house, Beatrice turns her sight to the Academy's main building, in which she's due to give classes in one and a half hours to the second year students, History. She is no stranger to simply go to her desk and wait still as a Gargoyle until her victims have arrived and she can rain terror upon them. Then again, if she goes to the dormitories she can find someone to put down before breakfast, which would suit her just fine.

*[[Go to the rich girls' Dormitories]]
*[[Go to the poor girls' Dormitories]]
*[[Proceed to class]]

[[Category: Solitude Academy]]

Grab all the clothes of the running girls so they have literally nothing to wear to come back to

2017-10-31T03:31:38Z

The ENF guy: Created page with '"What's all this mess?" asked Beatrice to no one in particular, signaling the clothes in the corner of the room and the rags in the floor. "You," she said, pointing at a random b…'

"What's all this mess?" asked Beatrice to no one in particular, signaling the clothes in the corner of the room and the rags in the floor. "You," she said, pointing at a random blonde girl, "come and get rid of this garbage. If I find out you didn't get rid of it properly I will be very displeased with you, do you understand?"

The girl nodded vigorously, and immediately dropped the broom she was holding to start grabbing the clothes of the poor running girls and two other of their roomates, currently watching as well. It was obvious the blonde girl had no choice. The clothes better be rid of and never be heard of again.

Beatrice exited the room smiling to herself, and walked away from the miserable shack as the girls behind her resumed their activities with even more fervor than before.

Laughting, she talked to herself.

"I hope your enjoy your stay in Solitude Academy, Michelle," she said, delighted. "Nice first morning, young lady? I bet you didn't expect having to sleep naked embracing some other little whore like some common dyke; just to be awakened to do morning laps in the nude. I bet the people around will enjoy watching your little butt running naked; especially those despicable boys. There's a surprise back at your room, though. You better not miss class, however; you must go to your first day even if has to be without any clothes."

What is next in Beatrice's day?

*[[She wants to watch the conclussion of Michelle's day]]
*[[Enough pestering students for now, go to class]]
*[[Today she feels like having breakfast for a change]]

[[Category: Solitude Academy]]

Punish their oversleeping. Make them run to wake them up.

2017-10-31T03:17:40Z

The ENF guy:

Beatrice was feeling merciful, for being Beatrice.

"Aren't you ashamed that all the people in your dormitory are already up and working? How inconsiderate and how lazy can you be?" asked Beatrice rethorically.

Both girls kept looking down while standing up straight, not daring to raise their heads. Beatrice took a good look at the standing nude orphans.

Michelle is very small. Within a week in the Academy she couldn't have recovered from what seemed a life of malnourishment. She probably would be much shorter that she was meant to be; and that paired with the fact that her poor body couldn't afford to spend any fat on her breasts and feminine curves she hardly had any, making her look much younger than she actually was. She would look pretty once fed up properly, if not already. Her face was sharp and her eyes a little sunken, with a tiny bud for a nose. No breasts at all might make her look a little bit like a child, but that illusion was quickly dispelled by the fact that her vagina was an outie, as well as the prodigious amount of pubic hair she boasted; she probably hadn't trimmed once in her life. Beatrice could choose to comment about it, or could let her become self-conscious herself as people comment on it.

On the other hand, the older one was basically the opposite of her roomate. Tall, big breasted, wide hips, innie vagina and this obviously wasn't her first rodeo since she bothered to have well-trimmed pubes; only a sliver of hair above the vulva. She had a smart face, and for an orphan she had bright eyes and clear skin - they're usually a bit on the tanned side, like Michelle.

"For now, just wake up," said Beatrice. "Ten laps around the track should do it. You better keep a good pace."

The track was a four hundred meters long, and behind the main building of the Academy, it surrounded a Football Soccer field. Anyone in the classrooms on the West side of the building had a view to it. It was very well maintained, despite rarely used outside of P.E. class or punishments; since such an isolated school had little to do with sports at all.

Sport equipment wasn't kept by students; at least not by the ones in the shacks. The punished girls very well knew that Beatrice most likely wasn't ordering them to dress up, go inside the Academy side building, hope it's unlocked this early, get dressed in their P.E. uniforms and then do the laps.

"Well, what are you standing around for? Get going!" repeated her order Beatrice.

With no other choice, the girls started jogging even though they both looked they could collapse at any moment and as naked as the day they were born - not even wearing any shoes - they headed to the running track while Beatrice smirked looking at their buttocks jiggling under the morning sun.

Beatrice was pleased with herself and the day was just getting started.

*[[Follow the naked girls and watch them run for a laugh]]
*[[Look for some other orphans to torment]]
*[[Grab all the clothes of the running girls so they have literally nothing to wear to come back to]]

[[Category: Solitude Academy]]

Punish their oversleeping. Make them run to wake them up.

2017-10-31T03:17:14Z

The ENF guy: Created page with 'Beatrice was feeling merciful, for being Beatrice. "Aren't you ashamed that all the people in your dormitory are already up and working? How inconsiderate and how lazy can you b…'

Beatrice was feeling merciful, for being Beatrice.

"Aren't you ashamed that all the people in your dormitory are already up and working? How inconsiderate and how lazy can you be?" asked Beatrice rethorically.

Both girls kept looking down while standing up straight, not daring to raise their heads. Beatrice took a good look at the standing nude orphans.

Michelle is very small. Within a week in the Academy she couldn't have recovered from what seemed a life of malnourishment. She probably would be much shorter that she was meant to be; and that paired with the fact that her poor body couldn't afford to spend any fat on her breasts and feminine curves she hardly had any, making her look much younger than she actually was. She would look pretty once fed up properly, if not already. Her face was sharp and her eyes a little sunken, with a tiny bud for a nose. No breasts at all might make her look a little bit like a child, but that illusion was quickly dispelled by the fact that her vagina was an outie, as well as the prodigious amount of pubic hair she boasted; she probably hadn't trimmed once in her life. Beatrice could choose to comment about it, or could let her become self-conscious herself as people comment on it.

On the other hand, the older one was basically the opposite of her roomate. Tall, big breasted, wide hips, innie vagina and this obviously wasn't her first rodeo since she bothered to have well-trimmed pubes; only a sliver of hair above the vulva. She had a smart face, and for an orphan she had bright eyes and clear skin - they're usually a bit on the tanned side, like Michelle.

"For now, just wake up," said Beatrice. "Ten laps around the track should do it. You better keep a good pace."

The track was a four hundred meters long, and behind the main building of the Academy, it surrounded a Football Soccer field. Anyone in the classrooms on the West side of the building had a view to it. It was very well maintained, despite rarely used outside of P.E. class or punishments; since such an isolated school had little to do with sports at all.

Sport equipment wasn't kept by students; at least not by the ones in the shacks. The punished girls very well knew that Beatrice most likely wasn't ordering them to dress up, go inside the Academy side building, hope it's unlocked this early, get dressed in their P.E. uniforms and then do the laps.

"Well, what are you standing around for? Get going!" repeated her order Beatrice.

With no other choice, the girls started jogging even though they both looked they could collapse at any moment and as naked as the day they were born - not even wearing any shoes - they headed to the running track while Beatrice smirked looking at their buttocks jiggling under the morning sun.

Beatrice was pleased with herself and the day was just getting started.

*[[Follow the naked girls and watch them run for a laugh]]
*[[Look for some other orphans to torment]
*[[Grab all the clothes of the running girls so they have literally nothing to wear to come back to]]

[[Category: Solitude Academy]]

Punish their lack of shame. Tell them they're not allowed to dress until they've repented.

2017-10-31T02:16:55Z

The ENF guy: Created page with '"Shameless harlots! Sleeping in the nude, of all things! Perhaps you ought to feel actual shame to understand why actual people dress instead of going bare like animals!" Beatric…'

"Shameless harlots! Sleeping in the nude, of all things! Perhaps you ought to feel actual shame to understand why actual people dress instead of going bare like animals!" Beatrice goes on.

The girls dare not talk back. That would be a capital mistake. Michelle hasn't been in the Academy a week and she knows it.

"Tell me your name, year and class", Beatrice demands from them.

"Frida, year 3; class 2", musters the tall girl enough courage to say after a few uncomfortable seconds of silence.

"M-michelle", finally answers the petite brunette who is now about to cry. "I'm from class 4, year 1."

"I told you: Name. Year. And Class!" Yells Beatrice in a high-pitched, but nevertheless intimidating, voice. "You have no brain as well as no shame, I see! That means for you to answer me in that order, not any that you see fit, Michelle!"

"I'm sorry, miss", apologizes the girl, now openly crying.

Beatrice is, of course, to be called a miss. She had no husband to speak of and anyone who cared to listen would know that she also had her purity intact and it wasn't hard to believe her.

"Leniency is now out of question due to your stupid mistakes, brat. Do you feel better now?" Asks a grinning Beatrice.

"N-no...", barely manages to answer Michelle.

"Gather your clothes. All of them. The rags in the floor, too. I'm taking them away and I'll give them back once I think you've repented."

The girls stay silent but they're visibly shocked. Michelle much more than Frida; since Frida has seen similar punishments during her stay in the Academy although not this early in the morning.

Still, they don't take two seconds to obey, and while they might be very unwilling to give up their clothes, right now the important thing is that they're afraid of the old lady in front of them. The scather through their room and readily pick up the meager clothes they have just lying around in the corners, and the rags in the floor; leaving the room without anything other than themselves.

Beatrice receives everything herself. She doesn't even wince at the dirty rags. She wouldn't have an issue with touching urine in the floor just so she could rub it in the offender's face. All in all it is a considerable amount of clothing, and it probably isn't all theirs, not that they would defy Beatrice in her order to give them everything they had. Some girls losing their possessions as collateral damage wasn't any concern of hers.

The order given to them already done, the girls stand straight in front of Beatrice. They don't dare cover up. Beatrice takes the chance to take a good look at them.

Michelle is very small. Within a week in the Academy she couldn't have recovered from what seemed a life of malnourishment. She probably would be much shorter that she was meant to be; and that paired with the fact that her poor body couldn't afford to spend any fat on her breasts and feminine curves she hardly had any, making her look much younger than she actually was. She would look pretty once fed up properly, if not already. Her face was sharp and her eyes a little sunken, with a tiny bud for a nose. No breasts at all might make her look a little bit like a child, but that illusion was quickly dispelled by the fact that her vagina was an outie, as well as the prodigious amount of pubic hair she boasted; she probably hadn't trimmed once in her life. Beatrice could choose to comment about it, or could let her become self-conscious herself as people comment on it.

On the other hand, Frida was basically the opposite of her roomate. Tall, big breasted, wide hips, innie vagina and this obviously wasn't her first rodeo since she bothered to have well-trimmed pubes; only a sliver of hair above the vulva. She had a smart face, and for an orphan she had bright eyes and clear skin - they're usually a bit on the tanned side, like Michelle.

The both of them and all the girls are staring expectantly without daring to make a sound. It's all up to Beatrice, as it's always been.

*[[Take their clothes and leave, forgetting about them]]
*[[Make sure to enforce they remain naked throughout the day]]
*[[Comment about Michelle's unshaved pussy]]

[[Category: Solitude Academy]]

Punish their lack of shame. Tell them they're not allowed to dress until they've repented

2017-10-31T01:36:28Z

Visit the closed door

2017-10-30T22:16:00Z

The ENF guy:

Deciding on her target, Beatrice walks resolultely towards her objective. As the girls spot her, they stay put motionless not knowing what to do; as if suddenly faced with a big cat of the jungle. A freshman who was just abused by her yesterday is in the brink of a panic attack and collectively all of their heartbeats quicken.

"What are you standing there for? Carry on!" Beatrice urges them as she approaches them. They hurry to follow her instructions as she nears the door.

She doesn't knock, there is no need to. The doors in the shack aren't locked, some don't close at all and a stone or a piece of wood is necessary to keep them from letting the cold air at night. Beatrice simply opens the door as if she owned it and it budges easily. She smiles.
As expected, there is no furnitude inside. Very few are the lucky orphans who eventually gather enough wood and then enough good favors frome one of the male workers to have a bed made for them, not to say a closet or a desk or who "inherit" one from a former orphaned student. The sunlight lazily comes into a mostly empty wooden room in which nothing but a few rags in the middle of the floor which constitute a sort of sleeping mat for two girls who are still sleeping soundly.

There is nothing bizarre or sexual going on with two girls sleeping together in the nude, not in the shacks at Solitude Academy. It is a necessity to ward off the cold of night. Soon after arriving many girls will think of it as unpleasant or degenerate but they soon change their mind and learn that without a penny to their name the best thing you can get is the warm of another human body.

"Come on! Wake up!" Beatrice shouts as she claps her hands impatiently. "Sunrise was a long time ago, ladies!"

The effect of her voice was immediate. Stumbling to their feet, two white girls did their best to stand up. One was rather tall, probably last year. She had black, straigh hair and you could see from her pretty brown yes that she wasn't getting nearly enough sleep. The small one had a pettite build, her ribcage was plainly visible and probably even the generally mean rich girls would share her food with her if they saw her in that state; but Beatrice Lawrence had no heart for such things. Her hair was curly and brown, Beatrice knew her from her Biology class; first year, Michelle.

"What are you doing sleeping at this hour?" asks a seemingly furious Beatrice right when they manage to stand straight like soldiers. "And where are your nightgowns? Have you no shame? Perhaps I should teach you the meaning of it!"

It was unfair, it was cruel. The tall girl was nearly collapsing and couldn't have gotten more than three hours of sleep. Michelle was malnourished - although that would change soon since in Solitude Academy you never starve - and probably way too cozy to wake up lying next to the other girl. As for the clothes, it was more comfortable and practical to sleep like that.

That didn't stop the girls from cringing and looking away. They were used to things not going their way. They overslept and now knew they had to pay dearly for those precious few extra minutes of sleep.

*[[Punish their lack of shame. Tell them they're not allowed to dress until they've repented]]
*[[Punish their oversleeping. Make them run to wake them up]]
*[[Allow them to expain themselves to make them panic, punish them later]]
*[[Spank the hell out of them]]

[[Category: Solitude Academy]]

Visit the closed door

2017-10-30T22:15:19Z

The ENF guy:

Deciding on her target, Beatrice walks resolultely towards her objective. As the girls spot her, they stay put motionless not knowing what to do; as if suddenly faced with a big cat of the jungle. A freshman who was just abused by her yesterday is in the brink of a panic attack and collectively all of their heartbeats quicken.

"What are you standing there for? Carry on!" Beatrice urges them as she approaches them. They hurry to follow her instructions as she nears the door.

She doesn't knock, there is no need to. The doors in the shack aren't locked, some don't close at all and a stone or a piece of wood is necessary to keep them from letting the cold air at night. Beatrice simply opens the door as if she owned it and it budges easily. She smiles.
As expected, there is no furnitude inside. Very few are the lucky orphans who eventually gather enough wood and then enough good favors frome one of the male workers to have a bed made for them, not to say a closet or a desk or who "inherit" one from a former orphaned student. The sunlight lazily comes into a mostly empty wooden room in which nothing but a few rags in the middle of the floor which constitute a sort of sleeping mat for two girls who are still sleeping soundly.

There is nothing bizarre or sexual going on with two girls sleeping together in the nude, not in the shacks at Solitude Academy. It is a necessity to ward off the cold of night. Soon after arriving many girls will think of it as unpleasant or degenerate but they soon change their mind and learn that without a penny to their name the best thing you can get is the warm of another human body.

"Come on! Wake up!" Beatrice shouts as she claps her hands impatiently. "Sunrise was a long time ago, ladies!"

The effect of her voice was immediate. Stumbling to their feet, two white girls did their best to stand up. One was rather tall, probably last year. She had black, straigh hair and you could see from her pretty brown yes that she wasn't getting nearly enough sleep. The small one had a pettite build, her ribcage was plainly visible and probably even the generally mean rich girls would share her food with her if they saw her in that state; but Beatrice Lawrence had no heart for such things. Her hair was curly and brown, Beatrice knew her from her Biology class; first year, Michelle.

"What are you doing sleeping at this hour?" asks a seemingly furious Beatrice right when they manage to stand straight like soldiers. "And where are your nightgowns? Have you no shame? Perhaps I should teach you the meaning of it!"

It was unfair, it was cruel. The tall girl was nearly collapsing and couldn't have gotten more than three hours of sleep. Michelle was malnourished - although that would change soon since in Solitude Academy you never starve - and probably way too cozy to wake up lying next to the other girl. As for the clothes, it was more comfortable and practical to sleep like that.

That didn't stop the girls from cringing and looking away. They were used to things not going their way. They overslept and now knew they had to pay dearly for those precious few extra minutes of sleep.

*[[Punish their lack of shame. Tell them they're not allowed to dress until they've repented]]
*[[Punish their oversleeping.Make them run to wake them up]]
*[[Allow them to expain themselves to make them panic, punish them later]]
*[[Spank the hell out of them]]

[[Category: Solitude Academy]]

Visit the closed door

2017-10-30T22:11:47Z

The ENF guy: Created page with 'Deciding on her target, Beatrice walks resolultely towards her objective. As the girls spot her, they stay put motionless not knowing what to do; as if suddenly faced with a big …'

Deciding on her target, Beatrice walks resolultely towards her objective. As the girls spot her, they stay put motionless not knowing what to do; as if suddenly faced with a big cat of the jungle. A freshman who was just abused by her yesterday is in the brink of a panic attack and collectively all of their heartbeats quicken.

"What are you standing there for? Carry on!" Beatrice urges them as she approaches them. They hurry to follow her instructions as she nears the door.

She doesn't knock, there is no need to. The doors in the shack aren't locked, some don't close at all and a stone or a piece of wood is necessary to keep them from letting the cold air at night. Beatrice simply opens the door as if she owned it and it budges easily. She smiles.
As expected, there is no furnitude inside. Very few are the lucky orphans who eventually gather enough wood and then enough good favors frome one of the male workers to have a bed made for them, not to say a closet or a desk or who "inherit" one from a former orphaned student. The sunlight lazily comes into a mostly empty wooden room in which nothing but a few rags in the middle of the floor which constitute a sort of sleeping mat for two girls who are still sleeping soundly.

There is nothing bizarre or sexual going on with two girls sleeping together in the nude, not in the shacks at Solitude Academy. It is a necessity to ward off the cold of night. Soon after arriving many girls will think of it as unpleasant or degenerate but they soon change their mind and learn that without a penny to their name the best thing you can get is the warm of another human body.

"Come on! Wake up!" Beatrice shouts as she claps her hands impatiently. "Sunrise was a long time ago, ladies!"

The effect of her voice was immediate. Stumbling to their feet, two white girls did their best to stand up. One was rather tall, probably last year. She had black, straigh hair and you could see from her pretty brown yes that she wasn't getting nearly enough sleep. The small one had a pettite build, her ribcage was plainly visible and probably even the generally mean rich girls would share her food with her if they saw her in that state; but Beatrice Lawrence had no heart for such things. Her hair was curly and brown, Beatrice knew her from her Biology class; first year, Michelle.

"What are you doing sleeping at this hour?" asks a seemingly furious Beatrice right when they manage to stand straight like soldiers. "And where are your nightgowns? Have you no shame? Perhaps I should teach you the meaning of it!"

It was unfair, it was cruel. The tall girl was nearly collapsing and couldn't have gotten more than three hours of sleep. Michelle was malnourished - although that would change soon since in Solitude Academy you never starve - and probably way too cozy to wake up lying next to the other girl. As for the clothes, it was more comfortable and practical to sleep like that.

That didn't stop the girls from cringing and looking away. They were used to things not going their way. They overslept and now knew they had to pay dearly for those precious few extra minutes of sleep.

Punish their lack of shame. Tell them they're not allowed to dress until they've repented

Punish their oversleeping.Make them run to wake them up

Allow them to expain themselves to make them panic, punish them later
Just beat them up

Go to the poor girls' Dormitories

2017-10-30T20:56:51Z

The ENF guy: Created page with 'Today Beatrice is in the mood to put down those who already are down. She heads with determination to the old shack that is all the Acadamy has deemed appropiate to allow their s…'

Today Beatrice is in the mood to put down those who already are down. She heads with determination to the old shack that is all the Acadamy has deemed appropiate to allow their students in the lower side of the earnings spectrum. These girls don't have rich dads to pay for real dormitories and sleep in small groups inside small rooms that if nothing, at least they're perfectly clean. This makes sense because they're the ones doing the maintenance of most of the Academy, an optional "assignment" that in exchange offers free meals and allows the orphans to take home whatever the rich girls throw out; be it clothing, paper supplies or even food.

Aided by her glasses Beatrice spots them already up and about; young women in the uniform of the school - a plain long-sleeved black dress with white collar and black, matching shoes - in a frenzy to clean the floors as soon as possible, as they know they have only an hour and twenty minutes until their first class and students in the optional cleaning assignment have plenty to do before then.

Beatrice analizes the situation and sees three possibilities to exploit, all attractive. She takes a second to ponder and decide who is going to suffer the consequence of her existance.

There is a clossed door, which means someone is still sleeping in there. A rude awakening followed by disciplinary action is in order. Students technically still have half an hour to sleep, but not the ones in the "cleaning club"; and everyone knows there isn't anyone living in the shack that is not part of the optional cleaning assignment.

One of the girls cleaning the floor with a dirty rag has become flithy in the process. Mud stains her dress and socks, her hair is a mess and her face - while undoubtedly pretty - is spotted brown beggin to be cleaned. Washing girls is one of Beatrice's favorite hobbies.

She can also play the same game the rich girls play, tormenting the orphans with plain and simple coin. She can offer one of them a modest amount of money and make ridiculous demands in exchange for them, which she won't be able to refuse.

*[[Visit the closed door]]
*[[Wash the dirty girl]]
*[[Buy some fun from an orphan]]

[[Category: Solitude Academy]]

Beatrice, an old teacher during the 90's with far too much power

2017-10-30T19:58:39Z

The ENF guy:

Beatrice Lawrence wakes up at the crack of dawn and raises from her bed with a quickness that would surprise a drill sargeant. She opens the curtains of her rather luxurious room, letting the little sunlight available in and immediately gets dressed.

Beatrice is a tall, thin old woman in her early fities. Much to her dismay she now has to wear glasses 27/7, while she could get away with using only reading glasses during her fourties. She almost always wears her grayish-brown hair in a tight bun and dresses with as much grace as a nun. Her life is uninteresting and dull in paper; she lives in the boarding school and does nothing in the whole day if not giving classes and managing the staff as some sort of asssistant Principal to then go back to sleep. Those who know her realize that this woman very much enjoys her life and all the pleasure she can derive from being herself.

This woman is a sadist of sort. Nothing pleases her further than putting down her students during her class, and finding an excuse to do so is very easy. Students cower and tremble before her; for she who has been in the Academy for a year and hasn't been brought to tears or even contemplating suicide by this imposing woman can declare herself quite lucky. Beatrice has no interest in boys and the boys have no interest in her. They both are perectly happy prettending the other party doesn't exist, a privilege some female students would kill for.

Exiting her cozy house, Beatrice turns her sight to the Academy's main building, in which she's due to give classes in one and a half hours to the second year students, History. She is no stranger to simply go to her desk and wait still as a Gargoyle until her victims have arrived and she can rain terror upon them. Then again, if she goes to the dormitories she can find someone to put down before breakfast, which would suit her just fine.

*[[Go to the rich girls' Dormitories]]
*[[Go to the poor girls' Dormitories]]
*[[Proceed to class]]

[[Category: Solitude Academy]]

Beatrice, an old teacher during the 90's with far too much power

2017-10-30T19:58:16Z

The ENF guy: Created page with 'Beatrice Lawrence wakes up at the crack of dawn and raises from her bed with a quickness that would surprise a drill sargeant. She opens the curtains of her rather luxurious room…'

Beatrice Lawrence wakes up at the crack of dawn and raises from her bed with a quickness that would surprise a drill sargeant. She opens the curtains of her rather luxurious room, letting the little sunlight available in and immediately gets dressed.

Beatrice is a tall, thin old woman in her early fities. Much to her dismay she now has to wear glasses 27/7, while she could get away with using only reading glasses during her fourties. She almost always wears her grayish-brown hair in a tight bun and dresses with as much grace as a nun. Her life is uninteresting and dull in paper; she lives in the boarding school and does nothing in the whole day if not giving classes and managing the staff as some sort of asssistant Principal to then go back to sleep. Those who know her realize that this woman very much enjoys her life and all the pleasure she can derive from being herself.

This woman is a sadist of sort. Nothing pleases her further than putting down her students during her class, and finding an excuse to do so is very easy. Students cower and tremble before her; for she who has been in the Academy for a year and hasn't been brought to tears or even contemplating suicide by this imposing woman can declare herself quite lucky. Beatrice has no interest in boys and the boys have no interest in her. They both are perectly happy prettending the other party doesn't exist, a privilege some female students would kill for.

Exiting her cozy house, Beatrice turns her sight to the Academy's main building, in which she's due to give classes in one and a half hours to the second year students, History. She is no stranger to simply go to her desk and wait still as a Gargoyle until her victims have arrived and she can rain terror upon them. Then again, if she goes to the dormitories she can find someone to put down before breakfast, which would suit her just fine.

*[[Go to the rich girls' Dormitories]]
*[[Go to the poor girls' Dormitories]]
*[[Proceed to class]]

[[Category: name of story you're working on]]

Solitude Academy

2017-10-30T19:27:01Z

The ENF guy: Created page with 'Academia de Aprendizaje Superior Soledad is the name of a rather prestigious University founded under Spaniard rule by Antonio Soledad Gutierrez y Mendoza back in 1776 in East Ca…'

Academia de Aprendizaje Superior Soledad is the name of a rather prestigious University founded under Spaniard rule by Antonio Soledad Gutierrez y Mendoza back in 1776 in East California meant to teach astronomy, writting and mathematics to aspiring Catholic priests. It was abandonded in 1811 right after the Mexican Independence to be later re-opened in 1915 by Antonio III, heir of the original builder and owner of the facilities as a boarding school under the name of Solitude Academy. After the passing of Antonio III, it was refurnished to be first an institute of mental health, a hospital during WWII and later again a boarding school in the 60's; this time exclusively for young women.

The name of the Academy is very fitting, since it's surrounded by wilderness and there doesn't seem to be a populated area near the school for well over 40 miles. This was hardly an issue back when there was a small town on its outskirts back in the XVIII Century and it was meant to be a sort of Monastery anyway; but nowadays it presents itself with all sort of problems, namely the lack of internet, cellphone coberture, and the difficulty of procuring electricity and water. Nevertheless, the school stands as a testimony that anything can be a business.

Solitude Academy is exceedingly particular in more than one way. First, teachers are basically walking gods. Their rule is absolute and physical punishment is not frowned upon by any of their staff. Any sort of punishment has been heard of at one point or the other; legends will often speak of buried students here and there in the Academy's grounds. The second thing you might notice is that between the student body there is a rather large gap of income. Solitude Academy is almost exclussively attended by two circles of people: one would be old-fashioned, dirty-rich families who want the school to make out of their daugthers a "proper lady", whatever that might mean; and the other circle are orphans, who are stuck in the boarding school until they graduate.

The second point raises the more eyebrows, because the mixing of rich and poor people seems to be stranger than the use of corporal punishment. A mysterious patron keeps sending these female orphans for whatever reason, covering all their outrageously expensive tuitions and little else. This forces the orphans to live in rather sub-par conditions while in the academy, even misery.

Lastly, Solitude Academy advertizes itself as a female boarding school but that is not entirely true. A small minority of male students attends some of the classes and has no other contact with the female students otherwise. Other than that, there are very few men in the huge facility that is the Solitude Academy, only the strictly necessary jobs that can't be done by women due to sexual dymorphism.

The school has as many stories as students, and on its over 50 years there is a lot to choose from:

*[[Beatrice, an old teacher during the 90's with far too much power]]
*[[Amanda, a freshman from a good family attending in modern times]]
*[[Rachel, a freshman orphan attending during the 70's]]

[[Category: Solitude Academy]]

All Adult Stories/S

2017-10-30T17:14:13Z

The ENF guy: /* S */

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|[[Sasha Bozic]] || ? || {{Private}}
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|[[Scars of Nimon]](Gay Fantasy) || ? || {{Private}}
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|[[The School Bus]] || 6 || {{DNE}} {{Private}} (Check it out and give me feedback)
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|[[School Full'a Sluts]] || ? || {{Private}}
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|[[School Fun]] || 57 || {{Public}}
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|[[School Sluts]] || ? || {{DNE}}
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|[[Der Schulleiter]] || 4 || {{Public}} || Pit watchlist, last edit 1/31/2014, only 4 pages.
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|[[Secrets]] || 15 || {{Public}}
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|[[Serenity]] || 220+ || {{DNE}} around 200+ pages ------ 1 story finished! 
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|[[Sex Adventure]] || 49 || {{DNE}}
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|[[Sexuelle Abenteuer eines Vorstadtjungen]] || ? || {{DNE}}
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|[[Sex in Ancient Rome]] || 7 || {{Public}} || Pit watchlist, last edit 1/11/2014, only 7 pages.
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|[[Sex Ed]] || ? || {{DNE}}
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|[[SexMaster 3000]] || ? || {{DNE}}
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|[[Sex School]] || 0 || {{Public}}(-but any contributions with poor grammar will be immediately deleted)
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|[[Sex and other Addictions]] || 5 || {{Public}} || Pit watchlist, last edit 12/15/2013, only 5 pages.
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|[[Sex World]] || {{PAGESINCAT: Sex World}} || {{Public}}, but bad articles will be removed. PLEASE EDIT!
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|[[(Sexual) Adventures in Pokemon Training]] || {{PAGESINCAT: (Sexual) Adventures in Pokemon Training}}|| {{Private}}
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|[[Sex Zombies]] || ? || {{DNE}}
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|[[The Sexual Adventures of You]] || 119 || {{Public}}
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|[[Sexy World]] || 31 || {{DNE}}
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|[[ A Shemale Adventure ]] || ? || {{DNE}}
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|[[Shop assistant]] || ? || {{Public}}
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|[[Short Bursts]] || ? || Honestly, not sure what to call this. It is a WIP experiment right now. While I probably will put sexual content in it at some point, it is not a sex story. Again, not sure what it is...right now, the only existing bursts are horror.
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|[[Sibling Games]] || WIP || {{Public}} A sister convinces her brother to have sex
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|[[Sieged]] || ? || {{Public}}
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|[[Silly Busty Girls]] || 12 || {{DNE}}
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|[[Sissies Adventure]] || ? || {{Public}}
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|[[The SKP Foundation]] || ? || {{DNE}}
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|[[Skyrim: A Sexual Adventure]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Skyrim: A Sexual Adventure}}|| {{Public}} || Pit watchlist, last edit 8/13/2013, only 4 pages.
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|[[Slasher]] || 20+ || {{Public}}
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|[[The Slave Mansion]] || 9 || {{Public}}
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|[[Slaves Life]] || ? || {{DNE}}
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|[[Slave Market]] || ? || {{DNE}}
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|[[Slave to the Mist]] || 40+ || {{Public}}
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|[[Sleepover]] || ? || {{Public}}
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|[[The Slut]] || {{PAGESINCAT:The Slut}} || {{Public}}
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|[[Smutty Sex Romp]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Smutty Sex Romp}} || {{Public}}(-but any contributions with poor grammar will be immediately deleted)
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|[[Snuff]](Gay)(vore) || 101 || {{Public}}
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User:The ENF guy

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The ENF guy: Created page with 'New guy. Eager to improve since my style and grammar are admittedly shit. It doesn't help English is my third language. I mostly deal and am eager to help anyone with the themes…'

New guy. Eager to improve since my style and grammar are admittedly shit. It doesn't help English is my third language.
I mostly deal and am eager to help anyone with the themes concerning ENF (Embarrassed Nude Female).