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Shift your spirit into a female student on the bus

Mischief — Sat, 01 Jun 2024 11:22:26 GMT

Mischief:

You shift your spirit into the girl sitting in the seat next to Brandon. Your name is Emily Lamb. You are 18 years old. You have been Brandon's friend for two years now. You failed the 11th grade and had to take it over again. You are a cute emo girl. Your mom died two years ago. You live alone with your dad who neglects you. You have blonde hair with black highlights. You are wearing a white t-shirt and long black pants. When you cut yourself, it is on your inner thighs.

All the children are laughing except you and pointing at your friend Brandon.

Do you:
*[[Grab Brandon by the arm and get him out of the bus with you at the next stop]]
*[[Ignore Brandon and go to school]]
{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Emily Lamb|11th Grade Emo Girl]]}}
[[Category: Rampage]]

Unzip your dad's pants

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:29:45 GMT

Mischief:

You smile to yourself as you look around to make sure nobody is watching, which nobody ever does, as you slowly guide your hand under the bar table and rest your hands upon your dad's crotch. You then proceed with unzipping your dad's pants. He snorts a few times, but you know he won't wake up with something like this. When you have fully zipped his pants down, you realize that he isn't wearing any form of underclothing. You smirk and softly mutter, "Like father, like daughter."

As you're about to decide what to do next, a bar wench comes up to your table. She can't see where your hand is as of yet, but you wonder if you'd like to change that.

"Well, aren't you a bit too young to be in here?" the pretty bar wench asks with a smile.

"Why yes, ma'am. But you see, this here is my father and my mom asked me to bring him back home. She would have done so herself, but she's at work."

"Oh, I see. Well, let me know if there is anything I can do to help you."

"Well, yes. I was actually wondering if ..."

Do you ask:

*[["...if you would like to help me with this?" and show her your dad's penis]]
*[["...there was a room I can take him to for privacy. So nobody tries to steal any of his money while he's asleep, like last time."]]

Or do you:
*[[Leave emo girl and shift into the pretty bar wench]]
{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Emily Lamb|11th Grade Emo Girl]]}}
[[Category: Rampage]]

Take a seat next to your drunk dad

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:29:30 GMT

Mischief:

Your dad is passed out at the bar table. His keys are sitting next his hand on the table. You sit down closely in a chair beside him. One thing you know about your dad is he is a very sound sleeper.

Do you:

*[[Steal your dad's keys]]
*[[Unzip your dad's pants]]

{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Emily Lamb|11th Grade Emo Girl]]}}
[[Category: Rampage]]

Ask Benny to take you for a car ride

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:27:48 GMT

Mischief:

"Wanna get out of here?" you say.

Benny nods his head while smiling at you. He places a two dollar tip on the counter.

You grab Benny by the hand and he leads you out of the bar.

The instant you stood up you felt light headed. When you reach the parking lot you lean on Benny so you don't fall. Benny's hand is on your ass as you walk.

Benny asks, "You fucked up, girl?"

You say, "I'm fuck... uh..."

You reach Benny's car. He opens the passenger door for you and helps you take a seat. Benny gets in the drivers side and starts to drive. This body is extremely intoxicated. It might be a good idea to switch, or you could stay in this host for some more fun.

Do you:

*[[Stick around in Emily's drunk body]]
*[[Shift your spirit into Benny]]

{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Emily Lamb|11th Grade Emo Girl]]}}
[[Category: Rampage]]

Get a tampon out of your purse and dip it in the vodka

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:27:29 GMT

Mischief:

You reach around in your purse and pull out a tampon. Benny stares at you as you open up the wrapper then dip it in the vodka. You look at him with a devilish grin.

"What the fuck are you gonna do, baby?" he says.

You smile and say, "A shot of vodka."

Then you unbuckle and unzip your black pants. Benny stares at you with wide eyes. He stares at your panties as you stick the vodka-soaked tampon in your virgin pussy through the waistband of your panties.

You buckle and zip your pants back up. You are drunk instantly.

Benny says, "You are my kind of girl."

Do you:

*[[Dare Benny to do the same thing, but with his ass]]
*[[Ask Benny to take you for a car ride]]

{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Emily Lamb|11th Grade Emo Girl]]}}
[[Category: Rampage]]

Ask him to buy you a drink

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:27:12 GMT

Mischief:

"Are you gonna sit there and ogle me all day or offer me a drink?" you say to Benny.

"Ya baby, what will you have?" he says.

You smile and say, "A shot of vodka."

Benny orders the shot from the bartender. The bartender comes back a minute later and fills a shot glass with vodka for you.

Do you:

*[[Get a tampon out of your purse and dip it in the vodka]]
*[[Drink the shot of vodka]]

{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Emily Lamb|11th Grade Emo Girl]]}}
[[Category: Rampage]]

Take a seat next to the large black guy at the bar

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:26:57 GMT

Mischief:

"You a pretty little thing," the black man says.

"My name is Emily. What is your name?" you say.

"My name is Benjamin, but my friends call me Benny the Bull," he says with a grin.

Do you:

*[[Ask him how he got that nickname]]
*[[Ask him to buy you a drink]]

{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Emily Lamb|11th Grade Emo Girl]]}}
[[Category: Rampage]]

Walk to a bar

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:26:39 GMT

Mischief:

You walk to a bar and notice your father's car in the parking lot before going in. There aren't many people there at lunchtime. Your drunk dad is asleep at a table, and there's a large black guy at the bar gulping down a beer. Towards the back there's a pool table with two men playing a game.

Do you:

*[[Take a seat next to your drunk dad]]
*[[Take a seat next to the large black guy at the bar]]
*[[Go chat with the men playing pool]]

{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Emily Lamb|11th Grade Emo Girl]]}}
[[Category: Rampage]]

The redheaded Amazon who you’re certain will crush you

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:26:17 GMT

Mischief:

The woman is an absolute giant. At least 6’4” with muscles like a heavyweight boxer. When you first saw her, you thought she was a man, but her feminine features, namely her B-sized breasts, are still very apparent. Her short, red hair goes just past her ears and her pale white skin makes it pop. She could snap you like a twig if she so much as grabbed your shoulder too tightly. Which you might not honestly object to.

You whistle her way and seem to catch her off guard. You’re thinking you’ve somehow chased her off when she pushes the crowd apart and towers over you like King Kong over his sacrifice.

“You called me over?” she says in an assertive, powerful tone that sets you off.

“Yep. It’s a large crowed, but you in particular caught my eye.” You caress her hard, rippling abs. “I’m not sure what it is.”

“I have that effect. Not many people expect to see a woman like me,” she says as she flexes her gigantic arms, showing the highest peak of her biceps.

You can't help but feel engrossed in her form. You feel a need to have this beast of a woman pound you into paste.

“Well, let’s get down to it then. You take me wherever you want and I’ll make it worth your time.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

She than picks up in her strong arms and takes you to a shabby-but-functional apartment. Her home is loaded with exercise equipment, so much so you almost trip on a dumbbell twice. Which is odd, considering her dumbbells are at least ten pounds, so you’d think you’d notice them.

You eventually make your way to an empty room that seems to lack anything in particular, except a bed. You guess this is were she sleeps, and it would be more comfortable for sex than the hardwood floor. And probably more sanitary, considering the dust in some spots.

The gargantuan woman walks into the room and closes the door behind you

“Good choice. Nothing like a little privacy for these things. I mean, losing your virginity’s a big deal.”

“How did you-”

“Oh come on, it was so obvious it was painful.”

You didn’t think so, but you’ve technically never had sex so you don’t know.

“So kid, you into foreplay or skip right to the action? Just so we’re clear, if you don’t like it rough, deal’s off.”
*[[Take it slow and steady]]
*[[Rough up her body first]]
*[[Get straight to fucking]]
*[[Shift into the redheaded giant]]
{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Emily Lamb|11th Grade Emo Girl]]}}
[[Category:Rampage]]

Talk to some other kids around you

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:25:07 GMT

Mischief:

You start chatting with the students around you. You talk so much during class that your teacher gets angry. She asks to see you after school for detention. The rest of your day plays out normally, and you arrive in her class after school.

Mrs. Hinka is a tiny Asian woman. She is about ten years older than you. She is an attractive woman, but it looks like she has a basketball in her belly. Mrs. Hinka is almost nine months pregnant.

She criticizes you for your poor performance in school. The way she speaks is very annoying, like a tiny barking dog.

You get bored and decide too:

*[[Kiss Mrs. Hinka]]
*[[Punch Mrs. Hinka in the stomach]]
*[[Shift your spirit into Mrs. Hinka]]

{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Emily Lamb|11th Grade Emo Girl]]}}
[[Category: Rampage]]

Beg her with your body

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:22:11 GMT

Mischief:

The mixture of sex organs she has is setting you off more than you’d ever think possible. Her budding, B-cup breasts and her hard, 8 1/2-inch cock are causing you to drool and your pussy to moisten more and more, as your lust causes your body to react. Your breaths are shaky and you’re getting tunnel vision. You’re in legitimate pain the more you don’t act on your desire.

“I take it we should skip the for play?” she says, lustfully, as she comes closer to you.

As soon as she’s within leaping distance, the ardor is too strong and you pounce on her, forcing her to the ground in surprise. You quickly grab hold of her cock and slam it all down your throat, forcing you to gag and Jordyn utters a powerful, almost masculine moan. Having all of her in your mouth is causing you to tear up and you think it might be blocking off your airway. Before you can process that, however, Jordyn wraps her right leg around your neck and jams her tongue into your soaked pussy. The whole thing is too much for you and you explode right on her face and gag in your attempted scream as you choke on her cock.

“Holy fuck!” She definitely did not expect this.

You slowly lift your head up her shaft, then she throws you off her and you land with a thud. You’re just processing what happened when you’re forced to your knees by your hair and she rams her cock down your throat, forcing out another gag and more tears. She then pulls her hips back and starts fucking your face as hard as she can. Your spittle is flying all across the room as you look up into her while she forces every centimeter of her dick into you. The sounds you make as she slams in and pulls back out only light up her desire for you more, making her fuck you harder. She grunts and moans like she’s a man, which in this instance you suppose she sort of is.

“Ohhhhh! Ohhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhh! Gaaaaaaaa, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck! Gaaaaaoooo, fuck yeah! Take it! Oh fuck yeah! Suck it! Take it all down your goddamn little throat! I’m going to cum all the way... down... to your stomach! You’re gonna swallow every last drop of it! You’re gonna love it! I’m gonna cum and you’re gonna like it, you fucking whore!”

Every word she huffs, every grunt, and every moan, edges you off further as she rams her cock through your blood-red face. You’re seeing stars in your eyes and when she lets out a mighty roar of lust you’re thrown off her cock from the force of her ejaculation. Your body is drenched in her cum while you writhe in the strongest orgasm this body has ever had. Your scream of pleasure comes out a gargle as her semen pools in your mouth. You squirt the entire time before finally slumping to the floor, swallowing her cum, and breathe. You don’t get long to recover before Jordyn lies on top of you and heaves into your face.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you?”

Your eyes widen at your surprise that she’s even still able to stay conscious, much less keep going.

“Oh no! You told me you need me to pop your cherry! And after that... I need it too!”

With that, she pulls her hips back and slams into your pussy, causing her to bellow in lust and you to arch your back and scream with such force it hurts your throat. You only get a single second of recovery before the butch shemale hammers you like a sex machine, maybe even faster. You can only moan and shriek as you jerk and spasm underneath her. You last only a minute before you drench her cock in your fluids and howl right in her ear. She doesn’t even seem to process it, just continues her pounding of your deflowered cunt, keeping the orgasm going as every part of you shakes and writhes.

You can’t decipher what is pleasure and what’s pain, or anything else for that matter. All there is to you is a continuous orgasm. Jordyn keeps going, growling and grunting like an animal the entire time. She has completely regressed into the most primal part of her brain, which tells her that she must breed and she only processes that. Not the screaming in her ear, not the pain she may be causing, not even the slapping of her flesh against yours. She’s breeding and that’s all she knows, as you begin to black out, your mouth starts to froth, and your eyes force themselves back into their sockets. There’s no way to stop what has been put into motion: she’s going to cum no matter what and there’s nothing that can be done to stop it.

*[[Take her cum and black out]]
*[[Possess Jordyn and experience the orgasm from her end]]
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[[Category:Rampage]]

The blonde who has something off about her

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:20:22 GMT

Mischief:

You’re not sure what it is about her that draws you to her, but you’ve got to take this blonde girl. Maybe it’s the butch appearance; her short shaggy hair is attractive and her tank top is somewhat tight. Something about her just seems masculine, aside from her tomboyish attire and her almost androgynous body.

Whatever it is, it’s making your pussy wet and you draw her in by licking your lips in her direction. She watches intently but doesn’t approach you, or even fidget like she might. She’s teasing you by doing nothing and it’s driving you crazy. You didn’t even know it was possible to tease by just standing still.

After both your pants and leggings are drenched and you’re already on the verge of orgasm, the blonde finally struts out of the crowd with the most mischievous grin you’ve ever seen and leans in to look you in the eye.

“Well, looks like I’ve caught myself quite the slut. I could tell you’d want me bad, but Jesus, look at you. It’s like the slightest touch and...”

She smacks your pussy hard and grabs hold like a vice, causing you to scream against the wall as the orgasm you were staving off explodes at her grip. You stand against the wall, shaking like there’s an earthquake, and squirting for a full minute, before she releases her grip and you slump down, finally able to breathe.

“...that happens. Why don’t we go somewhere more private where we can make some real love?”

The way that she says it, it’s almost like she’s a man, but with how close you are to her you can definitely tell she’s a woman. You thought you saw a bulge in between in her pants, but you think that’s because of the fatigue from your orgasm. You look up at her when she asks this and shake your head like a bobble-head.

With that, she wraps her arm around you and takes you to her car, an old pickup truck, and drives off to the far side of town. It’s a grimy, shabby place with people from all walks of life and all colors of skin. Most of them don’t look too friendly, or at least not sociable, and you pace by all kinds of people either brawling or banging each other, not all of them consensually. It looks like the kind of place that would foster such a dominant woman. That or a bimbo.

“Don’t you just love it?” she jests, sarcasm seething in the air. “The thugs are brawling, the whores are fucking, and smell of dirt and blood is suitably dingy. In spite of that, I still manage to... slum it!”

You simultaneously love and hate her sense of humor.

“Everyone’s a critic.”

Her voice is gruff but still definitely effeminate. There’s no way she’s a man, unless she was a woman and transitioned. While you're pondering that, some idiot flashes you his cock and starts pissing all over the place.

“What the fuck is wrong with people here?” you ask yourself, not realizing it was out loud until your client responds.

“By god, she speaks! Alright ‘Lady Dracula,’ you got a real name?”

“Emily.”

“That’s it?” she asks puzzled. “Not ‘Lilith,’ or ‘Ophelia,’ or something?”

“No.” She’s starting to get annoying, but that goddamn mysterious thing about her keeps you needing to fuck her.

“Alright ''Emily,'' name's Jordyn, and before we get to it, I just wanted to warn you, I can be a little rough,” she says as the truck stops in front of a rundown apartment.

“That’s fine by me. I always ask take the rough ones anyway,” you blurt out nervously.

That thing about her is messing with your ability to concentrate.

“You OK? You seem tense for someone who likes a hardcore pounding.”

“Look, you’re throwing me off and I’m trying to get my cherry popped! OK?”

Quite an icebreaker. She looks at you a little taken aback. Just as you are about to apologize for killing the mood, she places a hand on your shoulder and comforts you.

“Hey, don’t be so concerned. It’s a big thing, and... Look if you don’t want to do it, I’ll let you go.”

“No, no no! I want this! For sure! It’s just, you know...”

“Yeah, yeah...”

She’s looking a little nervous too. Guess your lack of sexual history threw her off.

“Look, you’re paying me to fuck you and I need to lose this hymen. So you’re going to drag me up to your room, throw me to the ground, or bed, or whatever, and fuck me like... well, a whore.”

Your little speech reinvigorates her enough to slam her lips against you right there and fuck your tongue hard. You sit there for a full minute, your pussy dampening the entire time, until she pulls back and and looks at you with that grin she had when she first approached you.

“Than get in there and get ready for your fucking, bitch!”

With that you rush out of the truck and into the building to find that it’s empty. You guess she’s the only one in this place. Once you get to the bedroom, you quickly rip off your clothes and turn to see Jordyn in the door to the bedroom, without her top on.

“Now, you watch me. I’ve got a surprise you need to see this way.”

The sensual tone of her voice turns you on more as you stare at her body with lust. She slowly slips off her pants to reveal she’s wearing nothing underneath, but that’s not all. She’s got a penis! You knew there was something about her and you just keep staring at it with confusion and desire.

“Yep. I’ve had both sets of parts ever since I was born. Some would say I’m a freak, which I am, but I like it. Makes me unique.”

She utters those last words with a lust that gets your pussy drooling.
*[[Beg her with your body]]
*[[Back out; this is crazy]]
*[[Shift into the hermaphrodite]]
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[[Category:Rampage]]

Lick his dick and savor it

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:17:39 GMT

Mischief:

You stretch your tongue out and lick the head of his shaft, which you can tell he enjoys just as much as you do. You run along his tip, making sure it is drenched in saliva and then work your way down. The man groans with pleasure, but it's a soft groan, more of a loud whisper.

You eventually get down to his testicles, which you kiss gently. He moans in pleasure, but still softly. You cup them in your hand, run your tongue back up his cock, and slowly close your lips around the head. You have to use all your self-control to take only this, as you want all of it badly. You only take in a few inches at a time, never getting far from the tip.

You suck slowly, taking in every breath he makes as you suck his cock. He doesn't seem to be edging close at all, while you are struggling to mantain composure. After a minute of that routine, you pull your head off his cock and look into his eyes, as you can't take much more.

*[[Ask if he wants control]]
*[[Shove every inch of it down your throat]]
{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Emily Lamb|11th Grade Emo Girl]]}}
[[Category:Rampage]]

Stroke his cock so that it lasts

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:17:18 GMT

Mischief:

You stroke his member slowly, which makes him moan softly. It wasn’t loud, but he's definitly enjoying it. You keep going and see how far you can push him.

He’s having a good time, but he’s definitly not close to cumming. He's got stamina, at least. That sets you off. The longer you look at him, the more you want his cock. It’s a decent size and he could more than certainly give you quite a thumping. You try squeezing tighter as you stroke and he moans in pleasure.

You move your hand faster and he continues to moan, but they’re still slow and controlled. Not only is he a man with money, he’s got stamina too. You don’t know how other guys would fair against this. Brandon would’ve blasted you by now. You like this. You want more of this. More of him.
*[[Let him cum on your face]]
*[[Lick his dick and savor it]]
*[[Shove every inch of it down your throat]]
{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Emily Lamb|11th Grade Emo Girl]]}}
[[Category:Rampage]]

The Asian because he looks rich

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:16:39 GMT

Mischief:

This guy caught your attention because everything about him suggests he’s got money to spare. His tie along looks like it costs at least 2,000 dollars. God knows how much his suit is worth. Plus, he has the aura of a man who’s high society. You walk over to him, in a confident strut, and take note of his calm, collected style.

“You liking the show, sir?” you ask in as professional a tone as a prostitute can.

“Yes, although your technique could use some work.” Not the response you were expecting. “You’re obviously new to this so that’s to be expected, but for an amateur, not bad at all.”

“Well then, you seem like a man who knows his stuff.”

“You might saw that.” He’s hiding something, but you don’t know what.

“Well, let’s skip the foreplay and talk business than. I’m running low on cash and you look like a man who knows his way around a wallet. So, we got a deal?”

“That sounds like a fair transaction. You’d make an excellent business woman, given time.”

''“Business woman.”'' That sounds like something you can get behind.

The man directs you to an expensive motel, confirming your suspicions. He takes you to his room after slipping the cashier 200 dollars like it was pocket money. It’s a massive place on the top floor, with a master bedroom that has a bed with sheets that are made of actual silk. You didn’t think such a place existed in this town.

“Before we begin, you should know I don’t do dirty talk.”

“Buddy, I don’t give a damn about what you like or don’t like. With the dough you’ve got hanging around, you can get me to fuck an elephant.”

He smiles as he carefully removes his clothes and hangs them up. You study his nude body from head to toe and like what you see. He’s fit, well-groomed, but most importantly well-endowed. You lay belly up on the bed and slowly strip down to your leggings as he approaches you. The man lifts your chin up and inserts his tongue into your mouth. After a full minute of foreplay, you feel his head poking your lower abdomen. You pull back from the kiss and wrap your hand around his cock.

“Sensual or hardcore?”

“That would be your call.”

*[[Stroke his cock so that it lasts]]
*[[Lick his dick and savor it]]
*[[Shove every inch of it down your throat]]
{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Emily Lamb|11th Grade Emo Girl]]}}
[[Category:Rampage]]

Emily will go work a street corner to pop her cherry

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:14:52 GMT

Mischief:

Your dad has ignored you for years and you destroyed your friendship with Brandon on the bus, so this is pretty much your best bet. Besides, prostitution means payment, so you’ll be able to make a quick buck too. You put on the sexiest clothes you can, a bikini top and a pair of pitch black leggings, and cut up pair 94 of your ripped jeans, so that they only cover up most your ass and pussy.

You also finally get out that black lip gloss you’ve never used and put it to work. Doubling up on mascara can’t hurt either. Emos are already popular in porn so you might as well flaunt it. One once over in the mirror and you’re ready to go whore out. At least, after you decide to finish that masturbation session you started earlier.

You slide your hand down your pants and rub your clit with your thumb, while you shove middle and ring finger into your vagina. Your other hand grabs a breast and you moan with lust as you pleasure yourself with the gentleness of a raging bull. When you look back in the mirror to watch yourself, you squeeze your breast hard and drool. Your eyes roll back into your head and your moans become echos as you reach your peek, and you throw your head back in a shout as you climax all over your pants.

Breathing heavy in your lust, you pull your wet fingers out of your pants and lick the juices off your hand. You look back in the mirror to see your pants are wet from your orgasm, which turns you on just looking at it. You decide to use that effect when you head out.

You eventually find a good street corner outside a bar and across the street from another. You quickly flaunt all your assets in an erotic dance and make yourself stand out as much as possible. You see a lot of people, and they see you, but out of the crowd you attract, a few in particular catch your eye: the men you take notice of are a gigantic black man, an Asian guy in a suit, and a drunk, young hunk, and for women you find a black bimbo, a cute blondie, and a stacked redhead.

You decide to call over...
*[[The black giant, who’s ready to plunder some pussy]]
*[[The Asian because he looks rich]]
*[[The drunk hottie looking for a slut]]
*[[The fellow prostitute to potentially increase your income]]
*[[The blonde who has something off about her]]
*[[The redheaded Amazon who you’re certain will crush you]]
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Walk all the way home

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:14:05 GMT

Mischief:

You walk all the way to your house. Your father is not home from work yet. You go in the kitchen and make yourself a snack. You eat a bunch of grapes.

After eating your grapes you go upstairs and use go pee in the bathroom. You strip your clothes off, and get in the shower. In the shower you caress your small little b-cup breasts as you wash them.

Next you finger your tight little virgin cunt in the shower and ponder who you will get to pop this lovely cherry.

You decide:

*[[Emily's Daddy will pop her cherry]]
*[[Emily's best friend Brandon will pop her cherry]]
*[[Emily will go work a street corner to pop her cherry]]
{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Emily Lamb|11th Grade Emo Girl]]}}
[[Category: Rampage]]

Sneak out of the school

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:13:45 GMT

Mischief:

You walk right out the door of the school. Since the halls are so crowded no faculty notices your departure. As you are walking away from the school you decide to...

*[[Walk all the way home]]
*[[Walk to a bar]]
*[[Try your luck hitchhiking]]
{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Emily Lamb|11th Grade Emo Girl]]}}
[[Category: Rampage]]

Ask Paul to hit somebody else

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:13:25 GMT

Mischief:

Paul looks shocked for a moment, then he grins excitedly.

”Okay,” he replies and looks around. ”Who do you want me to hit?”

You:

*[[Ask Paul to hit Katy]]
*[[Ask Paul to hit Angela]]
*[[Ask Paul to hit Ashley]]
*[[Ask Paul to hit Brandon again]]
*[[Ask Paul to hit Daisy]]
{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Emily Lamb|11th Grade Emo Girl]]}}
[[Category: Rampage]]

Ignore Paul and sit down

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:13:01 GMT

Mischief:

"Why don't you like me? I was never mean to you," you ask Paul as you sit at his table.

Paul rolls his eyes, and waits a moment before speaking.

"The friend of my enemy is my enemy," he says while pointing to Brandon.

"I'm not friends with that nerd. I use him to do my homework," you say with a giggle.

"I guess you're all right then..." he says.

Do you:
*[[Ask Paul to hit somebody else]]
*[[Talk for the rest of the period without eating your lunch]]

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[[Category: Rampage]]

Sit at Paul's table

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:12:45 GMT

Mischief:

"That was a nice throw," you congratulate Paul as you approach his table.

Paul recoils at the sight of you. He moves back.

"Get away from me, freak," he snarls.

Do you:
*[[Ignore Paul and sit down]]
*[[Lunge at Paul]]

Or do you find another table:
*[[Sit at Brandon's table]]
*[[Sit at Daisy's table]]
*[[Sit at Katy's table]]
*[[Sit at Angela's table]]
*[[Sit at Ashley's table]]
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Go to the cafeteria

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:12:32 GMT

Mischief:

You head over to the cafeteria and purchase your lunch. Unfortunately, by the time you get it, there are no vacant tables. You look over the people you could sit next to.

There's Ashley, a snobbish rich girl. There's Angela, who has a somewhat shady background. There's Katy, who's destined to become a whore. There's Daisy, a sporty blonde. There's Brandon, sitting by himself and looking miserable. Lastly, there's Paul, who just hit Brandon in the back of the head with a tater tot.

Do you:
*[[Sit at Brandon's table]]
*[[Sit at Daisy's table]]
*[[Sit at Katy's table]]
*[[Sit at Angela's table]]
*[[Sit at Ashley's table]]
*[[Sit at Paul's table]]
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Sleep until lunch

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:11:56 GMT

Mischief:

You rest your head on the desk and take a nap until lunch.

You stand up and walk into the crowded halls.

Do you:
*[[Go to the cafeteria]]
*[[Sneak out of the school]]
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Ignore Brandon and go to school

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:11:42 GMT

Mischief:

You shake your head at Brandon and move away from him. All the other children are laughing and pointing at him.

As soon as the bus stops at the school you dart out the door. Brandon was your only friend. Now you have zero friends.

You get to your classroom and take your normal seat at the back of the room.

Do you:
*[[Sleep until lunch]]
*[[Talk to some other kids around you]]
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Go to Europe during the Early Medieval Period

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:11:06 GMT

Mischief:

You alter your course so you go to the western world, before the knights in shining armor, before chivalry, and long before age of the musket. This is a time of swords and blood. A time somewhere between the fall of the western-half of the Roman Empire and the lifetimes of such warriors as William the Conqueror or Genghis Khan would come to pass. A time before the Cross dominated the whole of the continent.

Christianity is still young and paganism of all forms is still abound. With your presence, you could potentially cause a religious turnover, if for no other reason than to spit on the man upstairs. Alternatively, you could settle for straight-up chaos. Either way, you’ll make sure history doesn’t end up the same, for better or worse: probably for worse.

You weave your way through time, passing the the sailing of the Mayflower, the Fall of Constantinople, and so many other events that may not come to pass after your meddling. As you approach your destination, you are blinded by flash of light and close them to keep from going truly blind. When you open them again, you are standing in a forest, just on the outskirts of a small village.

You have no way of knowing for sure where you are, nor at whatever point in history, until you start exploring. All you know for is you can’t be anywhere before 530 AD or after the 9th century, not that that’s particularly helpful. There is a smell of food off in the distance, but in the opposite direction is a river and there is a hurried commotion in that direction. Meanwhile, the sounds of animals past the town are enticing, but so to is the forest with its untouched feel. You have many possibilities to take, and you won’t know where you are unless you look around.

*[[Head toward the smell of food]]
*[[Investigate the river]]
*[[Go see what the herdsmen outside the town are doing]]
*[[Head into the forest]]
*[[Do nothing until someone acknowledges you]]
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Peek inside the small knothole

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:10:49 GMT

Mischief:

You climb up the old tree to the knothole only as large as your eye. You look around it and it doesn’t seem to be any animal’s home; in fact it looks like it was made by something drilling out from the inside of the tree.

There is nothing natural about this hole at all, but when you peak around inside, you see nothing. At least, at first you see nothing; when you look again, there’s a faint blue light in the center of the space. You can’t tell what it is, so you decide to stare at it a little while longer and it starts to glow brighter, but at a slow pace.

After a few seconds of nothing, yourself blinded by a flash of white light and wake up confused in a swirling blue vortex. Images fly past you, but none of them make sense. One is an explosion destroying a city, another is some French lady being burned at the stake, then you see some Chinese noblemen being slaughtered by men on horseback. So many images pass by you, such as the construction of the Eiffel Tower, footage of the Moon Landing, and the assassination of Julius Caesar, and you begin to process what this is.

You’ve never actually heard of one really existing, but it seems to be some sort of distortion in reality, specifically in time. You are traveling to the past, probably to some event related to this tree as it seems to be the epicenter. Now, if you want to, you can manipulate this time tunnel to travel to a different point in history, or go to the future. You can rule one of many possible futures, completely unimpeded, or you can try and create a different reality based on alternate history. Either way, turning back to wait for Brandon is not an option, unless you wish to be torn apart.

The choice is yours...
*[[Follow the time tunnel]]
*[[Go to Europe during the Early Medieval Period]]
*[[Go to Europe during the Late Medieval Period]]
*[[Go to Asia during the Medieval Period]]
*[[Go to Colonial America]]
*[[Go to Civil War America]]
*[[Go to Pre-Colonial America]]
*[[Go to an advanced future]]
*[[Go to a post-apocalyptic future]]
*[[Go to a dystopian future]]
*[[See just how far back in time you can go]]
*[[Dare to try and turn back]]
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Peek inside the large knothole

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:10:33 GMT

Mischief:

You climb up the tree to the knothole half the size of your face. When you get to it, you see it’s more like a scar, where the wood was forced out by something sharp and strong. You peer inside to find it leads to empty space, without a floor: either it’s a big space or the tree is hollow.

You don’t have to peek long be for you briefly see something scurry against the other side of the tree, but it’s so dark in there and it moved so fast you couldn’t tell what it was. You stare at nothing for a long time because that’s all you see, until a clawed, muscular hand crashes through the tree and wraps around your face. You only have a few seconds to register before the hand pulls you back into the tree, smashing through the bark and forcing the knothole larger.

Enough light is coming through now for you to see what it is: it’s a tall, muscular woman, with pale as snow skin, flowing red hair, fiery red eyes, and a wide, malicious grin with a fearsome set of fangs. This woman is not just strong, she’s also a vampire. You didn’t think you’d actually get to see one in this time.

“Privet, little one,” she hisses through her sharp teeth, letting her Russian accent show. “What are you doing in our little home, so far from yours and all alone?”

You stare at her with wide eyes and struggle to break her grasp, not that it does much: you doubt such a body could break such a woman’s grip even if she didn’t have supernatural strength.

“A fighter? I always did like a struggle.”

With that, she leaps off the wall and falls down into deeper into the tunnel of the hollow tree, holding you the entire time. When she lands, you can only slightly make out an empty cave and the sound of water. You soon see another vampire, this one a lean and handsome man with a military haircut, step out of the shadows.

“Hey Anna, what’s with the goddamn light show up top? And who’s this little morsel?”

He speaks the last part with hunger and lust. The woman drops you and your gaze jumps between them as you try to make out what they’ll do.

“This little whore was waiting outside our tree, I don’t know what for. Than she climbed up and looked into that scar you made to show off, which I told you would draw attention, but did you listen to me? Noooooo!”

“It was not showing off, it was marking our territory! And besides, your yanking her through it has created an even bigger hole, that will draw more attention, let in more light, draw others to the tree, let in more light, let ruin the ascetic of the tree, and did I mention all the light?"

“You are such bitch!” she scolds in imperfect English.

“And you’re the other kind of bitch!”

You get the sense they argue like this often.

“Enough, time to decide what to do with our guest.”

They turn and look at you with seductive grins of malice and the man asks, “You wouldn’t happen to have any suggestions?”

*[[Beg to be a vampire]]
*[[Beg to be their thrall]]
*[[Beg to be let go]]
*[[Try running away]]
*[[Fight them with your demonic powers]]
*[[Offer up your body]]
*[[Shift into the vampiress]]
*[[Shift into the lean vampire]]
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Investigate the strange presence

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:10:16 GMT

Mischief:

Whatever it is, it’s too unnatural for you to ignore any longer. You eye up the old tree questioningly, totally oblivious to what could possibly be off about it. There is definitely a powerful supernatural presence, but you can’t glean much more than that either because you just aren’t close enough, you can’t see it, or it doesn’t want you to know.

You circle the trunk of the ancient cedar, but see nothing. You stomp your foot on the ground in multiple spots, but nothing happens. You throw a rock at it, but it just bounces off, chipping some off the aging bark. By all accounts it’s just an old cedar tree, but there’s something supernatural about it!

As you stare at the tree, you manage to find a few details that may be of interest to investigate further: two knotholes, one larger than the other; the top of the tree, which seems to be enveloped in sunlight; a large root that chills the air around you; a weirdly colored rock completely entangled in roots; a vine growing in on a part of the tree lacking in sunlight; and a bush that you thought was rustling. Alternatively, it’s just a tree and you’ve just wasted your time.

You decide to...
*[[Peek inside the large knothole]]
*[[Peek inside the small knothole]]
*[[Climb up to the top of the tree]]
*[[Check out the cold root]]
*[[Look at the weird rock]]
*[[Look at the vine]]
*[[Investigate the bush]]
*[[Go back to waiting for Brandon]]
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Gather your shit and wait for Brandon

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:10:04 GMT

Mischief:

Having thoroughly emasculated the son of a bitch, you stand up mere moments after he leaves the room and gather your things to meet up with Brandon. You put on something a quarter decent, after cleaning off the blood and semen, and scurry around the room to collect things of use. You take two sets of clothes and stuff it in a backpack, while you pocket your switchblade and 50 dollars of rainy day money, with the other 100 to be used to buy essentials.

After collecting your stuff, you sneak downstairs to find your father is already passed out, surrounded by beer bottles. You’ve seen him out cold many times, but never this fast. You are shocked that most of them are unopened, until you realize that most of the open bottles are vodka. You’ve really destroyed that man’s pride and the thought gives you an evil smile.

You sneak over to your dad, then stop when you see he doesn’t have pants on and therefore has no pockets to pick. You see his wallet on the counter and swipe it while he’s not looking, taking everything of value except his driver’s license. With that, you leave him a note saying “Fuck you!” and head out to buy what you might need and don’t have.

Your powers mean your host is healing at a faster-than-normal rate but you still look like you’ve taken quite a beating within the past few days. You get plenty of concerned questions, which end as soon as you shoot the asker a menacing glare of “Talk to me, and I rip your fucking hand off!” You use your 100 dollars to buy food, water, and birth control: you may discard those at a later date, but you might as well for Brandon’s sake.

With everything you need, you head out to the rendezvous to wait for Brandon. You sit under the shade of the ancient cedar tree, with the names of countless loved ones carved into its trunk, and rest while you heal your injuries, leaving only bruises behind. While this is going on, howver, you swear you can feel some odd presence about the tree.

*[[Ignore it and continue waiting]]
*[[Investigate the strange presence]]
*[[Get out of there, quickly]]
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Resist and shatter that ego

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:09:51 GMT

Mischief:

He spits in your direction as he starts to walk out the door. Just as he’s half way out, you comment as you support yourself with one arm.

“Is that... all... you got?”

He turns back to you with a look of disbelief on his face.

“I guess... Mom was... a whore... ‘cause there’s... no way... you knocked her up!”

You give him a smug look as he stares back in shock that you’re even conscious. His look quickly turns to fury. He grabs you by the throat and slams you onto your back as he lines his cock up with your pussy. You smile at him, taunting him to do it, and he slams into you with enough force to bend the floor boards.

His eyes widen at your silence. He was expecting the ear-piercing scream of before, but you’ve barely made a peep. He pounds you hard, with both his cock and his free hand, as he slaps you hard across both each the entire time. You don’t make a sound; you just take it and grimace. He cums within a few minutes and fills your womb to the brim, which elicits a few grunts of displeasure, but they’re barely audible.

“That’s it?” you taunt. “I’ve seen virgins with more stamina than you! Hell, just yesterday I ''was'' one!”

His look of shock is priceless.

“That’s right! I fucked that boy you’re looking for last night, and you didn’t even notice! You’re such a drunk, you’re killing all your nerves. Looks like the ones downstairs were hit particularly hard!”

His face is just a red balloon waiting to pop as you continue to emasculate him. You can feel him softening inside you, but he quickly hardens up as he grabs your neck with both hands and squeezes hard. You gasp for a few seconds, but you don’t lose your arrogant glare of defiance. Even as he continues to pound you, you look back at him with the same glare. Even his semen isn’t enough to break you.

He keeps going, fucking harder and harder, but you don’t waver, break, or bend. You’re like a steel statue, and it’s throwing off your father. He can’t comprehend how you can’t be broken even after the fifth time he cums in you. He’s losing it and you like it.

“Come on!” you squeeze out through a tightly closed throat. “Is this what I was so afraid of? Some bitch who can barely keep his cock straight?”

He keeps fucking you hard, but by the seventh time he’s cum, he's going limp. Every part of you hurts but you remain defiant.

“Ever consider Viagra?”

He’s about to lose it as he keeps on fucking you like you’ll break. As you just keep going, you can feel his cock becoming softer as he keeps trying to pound you like some bitch. After two more rounds, it’s gotten to the point where he can’t even get it into your pussy and he beats the floor and walls as he screams out his frustration at your resilience before storming out of your room.

Every part of you hurts, but you did it. You stayed strong and broke him. He won’t be bothering you anytime soon. Now comes the question of what to do next.
*[[Gather your shit and wait for Brandon]]
*[[Pass out and heal up]]
*[[Taunt your father some more]]
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Spit in his face to provoke him

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:08:52 GMT

Mischief:

You look into his elated, vulture eyes a long while before choosing one to aim for and spitting in it. Your father yells in shock and rage as he wipes the coagulated mixture of saliva and blood off his face and turns back to you with fury on his mind.

“You little bitch!” he screams louder than you’ve ever heard before, grabbing hold of your throat again. “You wanna die on this hill, is that it? Well, when I’m through with you, you’re gonna wish you were dead!”

“Little... late... for... that...” you retort through bruised cheeks and swollen lips.

A swift, powerful punch to the stomach tells you he’s had enough of your snark. Had you been standing on your own, you would have doubled over from that.

“I’m only gonna ask this once. Emily, apologize for your behavior.”

“Do... I look... three to you?”

Another strong punch.

“Do it!”

“Fuck you!”

''*Wham*''

“Do it!”

“Fuck you!”

''*Wham*''

“Do it!”

“Fuck you!”

Each punch hits harder than the last. After each punch, you both continue to raise your voices, until you can be heard two blocks away.

“Do it!”

“Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!”

After that, he gives up talking and just roars as he slams your belly with a barrage of kicks and punches. Your demonic nature means you can survive pretty much anything he can throw, but in this weak body it still hurts just as much. He wasn’t kidding when he said you’d wish you were dead. He even throws a few hits to your kidneys and your spleen, further adding to the pain. He manages to throw so many punches, he’s practically bouncing you against the floor. After three minutes of this, he kicks your belly like a football, with enough force that you vomit. You lie there, humiliated and struggling to breathe, clenching your battered stomach while crying.

“I hope you learned your lesson!” he sneers as he turns toward the door.

“Fuck you!” you whisper under your breath, but still loud enough for him to hear it.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

''”Fuck... you!”''

His face becomes beet red and his veins slither across his forehead as he contorts it to bare as many teeth as possible.

“That’s it!” he bellows at the top of his lungs. “If you like your mother so much...”

He pauses as he pulls you by the hair to your knees and yanks it back to force you to look at him. What you notice first, however, is his massive, swiftly erecting cock aimed right at your face.

“Then I’ll break you like her!”

With that, he yanks your hair back even harder and pinches and twists the nipple Brandon bit, forcing you to scream in pain. He than shoves every inch of his fat dick all the way down your throat, causing you to gag at both its size and your disgust. The latter is aided by the pubic hairs entering your nose. Your perverted father then pulls you by your hair all the way up to the head and quickly forces you all the way back down. You beat and claw at his abdomen while he face fucks you like tomorrow is the end. You choke on his member the entire time as blood rushes to your faces, tears pour down your cheeks and strings of spittle fly in every direction.

“Ooohhhh fuck yeah! Ohhhh, ahh! Oh, you’re your mother’s daughter all right!”

The statement and the absolute perversion in his voice fills you up with so much hate and disgust that, as he’s about to pull you back, you bite down on his cock hard, raking your teeth across it. At this, your father yells in pain, yanks you off his cock, and slaps you hard, into your puke puddle from earlier.

He than pulls you back up by the hair and yells in your face, “You keep asking for it! Do want me to rape you? Because I will! Defile every oraface you have! You won’t be able to move when I’m done with you! Is that it? Is that what you want? You’re really gonna get raped by your dad? I ''will'' if you don’t get in your place now!”

“Than fucking ''do it!''”

His fury finally reaches its peak and he shoves his entire cock up your virgin ass, at which you unleash a scream that would deafen a banshee. The dirty talk he had before is done, replaced by violent, wrathful growling as he pounds your asshole without mercy. You paint his member red with your rectal blood and hoot, holler, and growl in absolute pain. No pleasure can be gained from this: this is punishment, meant to humiliate you. To prove him to be superior to you. You hate him so much and refuse to submit to him, but the other side of you just wants it to end. After what seems like an eternity, the sick bastard finally heaves a powerful bellow and you a shriek that cracks any and all glass in the vicinity, as he unleashes a torrent of cum up your ass and into your bowels. He pulls out slowly, savoring his victory.

But is it a victory?

*[[Resist and shatter that ego]]
*[[Submit, lie down, and cry]]
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Antagonize him into abusing you

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:07:15 GMT

Mischief:

You mumble something at him.

“What was that? I don’t believe I heard-”

“I said go for it!” you scream in fury.

His eyes widen at that. He was not expecting that.

“You say you're gonna beat me to a pulp. Well, come on! I’m waiting! Put me in my place, you fucking coward! Make good on a threat you make, you fucking loser!”

Every word you utter gets him more and more angry.

“If you’ve really got the balls, prove it! You’ve haven’t for two years so far, so I don’t think you do! You’ve become such a weak fucking sister, you can only make threats, never actually follow-”

You’re cut off by a swift fist to stomach. After that, your father slams you to the floor, knocking the wind out of you and getting splinters from the floorboards in your back, and unleashes a barrage of punches on your face. Each fist is followed by the other, which you meet as soon as you turn your head back toward him. After 24 punches, he stops and leans down toward your battered head.

“How’s that for making good?”
*[[Spit in his face to provoke him]]
*[[Cry and relent]]
*[[Shift into your father while he’s abusing you]]
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Continue to provoke him

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:07:03 GMT

Mischief:

You glower at him before letting a chuckle escape you. After another, you burst into laughter, making sure to be very loud. Your father is very confused, completely unaware of what you’re laughing at.

“You honestly believe that I have any reason to respect a single thing about you?” you taunt. “You’ve never given a single ounce of respect to me. Why should I to you? Because I’m your spawn? There’s a lot more to being a parent than blood!”

That last part in particular gets him especially fired up.

“Little bitch! I don’t know where this ego of yours came from-”

“I guess I really am your daughter.” you mock.

“I never taught you-”

“Must be genetic then.”

“Then it’s from your mo-”

“Good to see I didn’t get your pension for bullshit.”

“Watch your fucking mouth or-”

“You’re one to talk.”

“You let me finish my sent-”

“Why? So you can berate me some more?”

“Now see-”

“So you can talk about how you hate me?”

“Young lady-”

“So you can shit on my mother some more?”

“Listen here-”

“So you can make another threat about beating me?”

“Fucking brat!”

“You know, you make a lot of those, but you never follow up on them. What’s up with that? I remember walking in on horror shows of blood and violence as a little kid. What the hell happened?”

Your father’s face is bright red and the veins in his face look like they’re going to burst. You’re attempting to get him angry on and it’s working. You decide to see how far you can take it before he snaps.

“Did mom take your balls when she died? Are you scarred 'cause you know you can’t intimidate me? Have you lost your muscle and don’t want others to know? There are so many possibilities, should I go o-”

You’re cut off as he wraps his fat, powerful fingers around your throat in a death grip and pulls you into the air.

“Now you listen here! I’m the head of this house! You wouldn’t be here without me! I’ve been nothing but merciful to you! So you do what I tell you to, when I tell you to, or I’ll give you a lot more than some scars!”
*[[Antagonize him into abusing you]]
*[[Accept his offer, groveling in fear]]
*[[Try to reach for your dresser]]
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Face him down

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:06:07 GMT

Mischief:

You glare a hate-filled glare at your drunk, dirty, pissed off father. Emily worked for this man’s affection all the way up to the age of 10, when she realized it was wasted energy. Now all that was left was disgust, which has only grown as time has gone on. You know for a fact he’d beat Emily within an inch of her life if given the chance, and the only reason he hasn’t yet is because they mostly ignore each other.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“You watch your tone!” he growls. “You’ve got some nerve!”

“Why? I hurt you feelings?” you ask in a mocking manner.

“I said watch it!” he booms as he slams on the door, forcing it open and knocking you on your ass. “You know exactly why I’m angry!”

“That list is as long as your visits to the whorehouse! Oh, I’m sorry, your ‘night shifts.’ Be more specific.”

“I’m talking about this relationship of yours, you fucking little slut! Who is he, how long have you been his fuck toy, and why does he want you of all the fish in the sea?”

“Why do you suddenly care?” You’re angry and demand this pig give you an explanation. “All my life, you’ve never given a fuck about me! Even after mom died, you never even cared to acknowledge me, then all of the sudden you decided to storm my room? Because your perverted imagination led you to believe that some guy I’ve hung out with a few times is trying to knock me up? What the fuck kind of a conclusion is that?”

“You think this is about you?” He chuckles with evil thoughts and ego on his mind. “Oh, no. This is about you, but it ain’t some movie magic moment where I get on my knees and beg. It’s about you, making me look bad by-”

“I make you look bad?” you interject, furious at the fact that he has no right to be talking. “I don’t have to do anything for that to happen. Of course, once again it’s never your fault ever. Cry me a fucking river!”

“You keep pushing it, and I’ll make you do that!”

“I’m shaking in my skin.”

He raises a clenched fist, roughly the same size as your head, when he takes a deep breath and lowers it. Restraint, not something you saw coming.

“You wanna know how I know?” he snarls. “Look at this room! What the fuck happened here?”

“You’ve never set foot in my room since I was fucking born! As far as you’re concerned, I’m a slob and it always looks like this. Besides even if I was humping some stranger, why would I tell you anything? I hate you. I hate everything about you!”

You show your thigh to him.

“I look like this, because of you!”

He is absolutely livid at your foolhardy bravery. He could crush you like a trash compactor and you stand up to him. Look him in the eye, without fear. Your host would’ve done the same: Emily gave up the fear of death long ago and some days welcomed it with open arms.

“Look, I don’t care if you hate me. In fact, the feeling’s mutual, you spoiled little brat! I don’t care what you think about me. I’m your father and you will respect my fucking authority as such!”
*[[Continue to provoke him]]
*[[Concede defeat and tell him]]
*[[Cry, begging for forgiveness]]
*[[Put him in his place]]
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Run away with Brandon and start a new life

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:04:28 GMT

Mischief:

“Then we’ll do this somewhere else!”

Brandon cocks his head in confusion.

“We don’t need this place, these elders, their rules! If they don’t follow them, why should we? If they won’t let us be together, let’s do it somewhere else. I say we run away!”

The thought had crossed Emily’s mind before you came along but she never had the stones to do it. Well, you do, and you’re taking Brandon with you! At least you think you are. Things may change along the way. Brandon, however, looks very uncomfortable.

“You can’t be serious. They’ll look for us.”

“My dad probably won’t notice,” you hiss in distain of the man, mostly to act like Emily.

“Well, they’ll look for me and they’ll find you too. Besides, there’s no way we’ll survive out there! There are seriously fucked up people out there and who knows what’ll happen if wild animals get a hold of us. And what if we get sick or hurt? We’re runaways, so we can’t go to the hospital, since we’re screwed to lonely exist-“

You lock your lips with his, both to calm him down and to shut him up. You hold yourself there a long while, reminding him of what he’ll be giving up, because you're going, whether he’s joining you or not. After 2 minutes, you pull back and look him in the eyes with a ice-cold glare.

“You’ve given me something I haven’t felt in a long time: hope, resolve, and love. All because of you. You can stay if you want, I’m not forcing you to do anything. But if you give up now, after we’ve come so far, after all you’ve done for me... I’ll never forgive you!”

You hold your glare on him for a solid minute before he finally responds.

“Alright. You’re right, what does this place really have to offer us anyway? I love you and that’s all that matters!”

You smile, with both love and lust.

“When you get home, pack as much as you can. We’ll need as many essentials as we can get. We’ll meet on the hill with the old cedar tree this afternoon to collect store what we can, than come back just past dark with whatever else we can carry.”

The perfect rendezvous: your hosts’ memories tell you that it’s not only good cover, but it’s also outside of town.

“I love you, Brandon.”

“I love you, Emily.”

You’re about to lock your lips in desire, when you hear a series of load bangs on the door: your father’s home, and he’s pissed about something.

“Emily!” he roars in a drunken slur.

“Go, I’ll meet up with you later.” You open the window, but he just stands there, probably not wanting to leave you. “Go!”

Reluctantly, he climbs out the window and bolts it for home. You close the window and the blinds as if nothing had happened.

“Emily Marie Lamb, open this goddamn door or I’ll tear it down myself!”

You open up the door to the man who’s only your father by blood. This drunken slob was always a disappointing father, even when his wife was alive: he almost never sought Emily’s approval or even her attention, and even for minor thing he would scold her like a drill sergeant, though he had no military background. He would yell at her for trying to get his attention, god forbid his approval, and scream when she disobeyed him, not that he asked her for much.

And he was just as bad, sometimes worse, as a husband: he married Emily’s mother, Lilian, as a plaything, something for him to use as he saw fit. They had only dated for two months before they were engaged, a mistake she would regret. Lilian, only 18 to his 20, was happy for those two months because, even though he was busy, he was kind and caring, something her family was not, and she knew he could support her with his job. But it was a facade: as soon as they were married, he showed his true colors when he forced her on their wedding night when everyone had gone. She threatened him, but he told he could afford a better lawyer and she had nowhere to go. It was true. So she stayed and bore his abuse, from sex whenever he wanted it to beatings when she disobeyed him, on some days both.

He wasn’t afraid to show this when Emily was born either. In fact, three children had been born before her; the first and the last miscarried after he beat her; the second died in car crash from his father’s neglect. Your mother was the only one who cared about you, and your father grew to resent you for it. When she died and he lost his job, he made an effort to remove her not only from Emily’s life, but his own as well. As bad as he was before, he was even worse now. You’ve been deprived of sleep because of his constant need for whores. He’s thrown bottles at you when you didn’t listen to him, empty or otherwise. He tore the house apart, looking for your savings and spent every last bit of it on bimbos and booze. But he hasn’t abused you in anyway other than neglect and verbal, yet.
*[[Face him down]]
*[[Shift into your drunk father]]
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Fuck him again like the animal you are

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:01:39 GMT

Mischief:

You pull you lips up to his ear and lustfully whisper, “Is that all you got?”

You get your answer as Brandon thrust hard into your cum-soaked pussy, which makes you moan with absolute delight, and locks his arms around your upper body. He’s not fucking around now: he’s ready and puts a jackhammer to shame as he mercilessly slams you right in you G-spot, causing you to lose all form of coherent thought beyond that of sex. Your moaning is muffled by him locking lips with you as he wrestles with your tongue. It’s not long before he reaches his peak and slams his cock and cums inside you, which causes both of you to emit sounds of pure sexual pleasure.

All you can do is sit and breath heavily for a few seconds before Brandon flips you on your back and goes right back to pounding you! You don’t know what you did to him, but you’re enjoying every second of it! You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, which only incentivizes him to fuck you harder. You’re losing your mind in this cavalcade of lust, and don’t even try to stop yourself from cumming. Not long after you pull your head back and howl at your orgasm, Brandon slams into you with all the force he can muster and explodes inside your pussy, causing your nails to dig into his back.

Once again, you’re only given a few seconds to breathe before he flips you onto your belly and again takes your cunt from behind. You get lost in a constant void of pleasure as your body wiggles and writhes with ecstasy while he pounds you for what feels like hours. You orgasm at least twice and you howl each time you do. It’s not long before his spunk overflows your womb yet again and you unleash another echoing cry of lust.

Every single neuron in your body is on overload, every muscle is sore, and all manner of speech is pointless. Just as you might start to regain normal function, Brandon locks his arms around your belly and lifts you up above his dick. He thrust into you forcefully and rapidly, with no sign of slowing down. You’ve lost all motor control as you shake, twitch, spasm, howl, and moan in a single, nonstop orgasm. You lose all track of time, location, everything: all there is is Brandon and your lust. You take every inch of his cock, every shot of his cum, and this goes on all night. You’ve both completely lost yourselves in the ecstasy of sex and it’s all you care about right now. He’s about to cum in you for the 14th time when your vision goes dark and you black out.

You wake up on the floor of your room, which is pretty trashed. You guys must’ve just kept going after you blacked out, which also explains the soreness and pain in your crotch, undoubtedly from the absolute pounding Brandon gave you. It was obviously good for him, because he’s laying on top of you, out cold.

The next thing you register is the fullness of your vagina: you’re still leaking and it feels not even halfway empty. You also notice the massive puddle of cum in between your legs. You guys obviously really went at it. This is further proven by the numerous scratches you left in his back and what looks to be a bite mark on your breast. This is just turning you on again.

You turn to Brandon and peck him on the check. Nothing happens, so you lock lips. Obviously he still recovering, so you wiggle out and get yourself cleaned up with an actual shower. By the time you’ve dried off, Brandon’s finally woken up and must be sore as fuck based on the noises he’s making.

“Morning,” you tell him from the bathroom.

“Whoa,” he says, looking around the room. “I think we went a little crazy last night.”

“Probably, but it was so awesome!” you respond, moistening at the thought of it happening again. “Let’s make that regular. I don’t want that to end!”

His faced turns concerned at that point. “Yeah, I don’t either, but what if your dad finds out? We’re fucked, and not in a good way.”

This is something you hadn’t thought of.

Do you:
*[[Run away with Brandon and start a new life]]
*[[Keep it going as long as possible]]
*[[Why not see what your dad will do to the two of you]]
*[[Use your demonic powers]]
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Fuck him again like the animal you are

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 06:00:33 GMT

Mischief:

You pull you lips up to his ear and lustfully whisper, “Is that all you got?”

You get your answer as Brandon thrust hard into your cum-soaked pussy, which makes you moan with absolute delight, and locks his arms around your upper body. He’s not fucking around now: he’s ready and puts a jackhammer to shame as he mercilessly slams you right in you G-spot, causing you to lose all form of coherent thought beyond that of sex. Your moaning is muffled by him locking lips with you as he wrestles with your tongue. It’s not long before he reaches his peak and slams his cock and cums inside you, which causes both of you to emit sounds of pure sexual pleasure.

All you can do is sit and breath heavily for a few seconds before Brandon flips you on your back and goes right back to pounding you! You don’t know what you did to him, but you’re enjoying every second of it! You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, which only incentivizes him to fuck you harder. You’re losing your mind in this cavalcade of lust, and don’t even try to stop yourself from cumming. Not long after you pull your head back and howl at your orgasm, Brandon slams into you with all the force he can muster and explodes inside your pussy, causing your nails to dig into his back.

Once again, you’re only given a few seconds to breathe before he flips you onto your belly and again takes your cunt from behind. You get lost in a constant void of pleasure as your body wiggles and writhes with ecstasy while he pounds you for what feels like hours. You orgasm at least twice and you howl each time you do. It’s not long before his spunk overflows your womb yet again and you unleash another echoing cry of lust.

Every single neuron in your body is on overload, every muscle is sore, and all manner of speech is pointless. Just as you might start to regain normal function, Brandon locks his arms around your belly and lifts you up above his dick. He thrust into you forcefully and rapidly, with no sign of slowing down. You’ve lost all motor control as you shake, twitch, spasm, howl, and moan in a single, nonstop orgasm. You lose all track of time, location, everything: all there is is Brandon and your lust. You take every inch of his cock, every shot of his cum, and this goes on all night. You’ve both completely lost yourselves in the ecstasy of sex and it’s all you care about right now. He’s about to cum in you for the 14th time when your vision goes dark and you black out.

You wake up on the floor of your room, which is pretty trashed. You guys must’ve just kept going after you blacked out, which also explains the soreness and pain in your crotch, undoubtedly from the absolute pounding Brandon gave you. It was obviously good for him, because he’s laying on top of you, out cold.

The next thing you register is the fullness of your vagina: you’re still leaking and it feels not even halfway empty. You also notice the massive puddle of cum in between your legs. You guys obviously really went at it. This is further proven by the numerous scratches you left in his back and what looks to be a bite mark on your breast. This is just turning you on again.

You turn to Brandon and peck him on the check. Nothing happens, so you lock lips. Obviously he still recovering, so you wiggle out and get yourself cleaned up with an actual shower. By the time you’ve dried off, Brandon’s finally woken up and must be sore as fuck based on the noises he’s making.

“Morning,” you tell him from the bathroom.

“Whoa,” he says, looking around the room. “I think we went a little crazy last night.”

“Probably, but it was so awesome!” you respond, moistening at the thought of it happening again. “Let’s make that regular. I don’t want that to end!”

His faced turns concerned at that point. “Yeah, I don’t either, but what if your dad finds out? We’re fucked, and not in a good way.”

This is something you hadn’t thought of.

Do you:
*[[Run away with Brandon and start a new life]]
*[[Keep it going as long as possible]]
*[[Juvie actually sounds fun. Who knows what you could learn]]
*[[You actually wouldn’t mind prison. The sex there would be amazing]]
*[[Use your demonic powers]]
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Fuck him till he cums again

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 05:58:20 GMT

Mischief:

As soon as you regain your composure, you passionately, but tiredly, kiss Brandon, wrestling his tongue with yours, and whisper in his ear “I’m not done yet.” As his penis starts to become erect again, his eyes widen, as he wonders if you’re serious. You answer by grabbing his cock and shoving it in your pussy, causing a shocked moan from Brandon. 
Your pace is slower than the jackhammer you were at before, but still pretty fast for starting speed, as you ride him like a bronco. Brandon quickly reenergizes and grabs your hips as he speeds up to the pace you were at before. His moans are load and powerful, almost like he’s in a competition with you. 
This time though you can manage some dirty talk. 
“Yes! Oh yes! Oh fuck!” as he mercilessly pounds your pussy and you pound back.

“Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!”

“Oh, fuck! Oh shit! Oh fuck!” is all that Brandon can muster. You however, have more to say...

“Fuck me Brandon! Cum! Cum in my pussy! Cum inside me! Fuck me like a whore! Fuck, fuck, fuck...”

The shower head is shaking as you slam Brandon’s hips against the floor each time they collide. The whole shower is vibrating from your hardcore sex session, and your moaning is constantly echoing about. He speed becomes immeasurable as he pounds and pounds before finally cumming in your pussy, causing you to orgasm in sync. He even manages a few more thrust, causing more cum to fill your womb and your orgasm to last longer, before he finally sinks drops to the floor and you collapse on his chest.
*[[Fuck him again like the animal you are]]
*[[Fall asleep in his arms, in the shower]]
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Keep letting him fuck you until he cums inside of you

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 05:57:09 GMT

Mischief:

The lust between you and Brandon is unrelenting and it keeps piling up as he edges closer and closer to cumming. You can feel the friction making his cock warmer as he continues to pound you to oblivion. You try to look him in his beautiful eyes, but you’re so lost in your ecstasy that your vision is blank. You're constantly on the verge of blacking out.

Neither of you can speak, all you can manage is lustful grunts and moans. You can feel his cock tensing, and your pussy’s tensing too. You both speed up and up, and just keep going, and going, until it’s too much and you both finally explode simultaneously. You can’t even moan, your pleasure’s too much.

Eventually both your orgasms subside and you’re left looking at each other, breathing heavy. Your womb is full with Brandon’s swirling seed, and your body is still shivering, even though the orgasm’s gone. You love this new feeling that washes over you, and as he pops his cock out, you don’t want it to end.

*[[Fuck him till he cums again]]
*[[Lie with him for awhile and fall asleep]]
*[[Shift into Brandon and go from there]]
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"...stick it in my pussy, Brandon."

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 05:55:19 GMT

Mischief:

Brandon looks a bit shocked, but that expression changes as soon as you plant your lips on his. You feel his cock growing larger against your stomach. Good God, it's a pretty big tool for a twelve-year old. It's at least eight inches long. You wonder how you'll fit it all inside of you when Brandon takes control.

He starts off by grabbing your small, firm breasts, causing a moan to escape your lips. Before you know it, lust has taken over your best friend, and he's bent you against the wall of the shower. Your ass and pussy are pushed out to him, begging for entry.

Brandon teases your cunt with his dick, causing a moan to escape your lips. Before you have time to react, he thrusts himself all the way into you, breaking your hymen and causing shockwaves of pleasure to rattle around your body. From his moans, you can tell that he's close to unleashing his seed

Do you...

*[[Keep letting him fuck you until he cums inside of you]]
*[[Remove him from your pussy and let him cum on your face]]
*[[Shift your spirit into Brandon]]
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Decide to follow Brandon into the shower

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 05:54:37 GMT

Mischief:

You decide to follow Brandon into the shower.

You sneak into the bathroom and strip off all of your clothes. Brandon doesn't seem to have noticed you, so you simply pull back the shower curtain and get in.

"Emily- What are you...?" Brandon says.

You giggle at him. He blushes and looks away. Both of you are naked under the running water.

You put your hand on his face and look him in the eyes.

Coming closer to him, you feel a bit of a poke on your lower belly. You let out a small foxy grin.

"Look, I'm horny, a virgin and I want to satisfy both of those needs," you say. "I don't care if you want to or not, but I definitely do."

"I uhh... What?" says Brandon.

You say, "Just grab your cock and...

*[["...stick it in my pussy, Brandon."]]
*[["...stick it up my ass, Brandon."]]
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Propose the mall cop licks Jade's dick clean.

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 05:54:02 GMT

Mischief:

“What?” Jade asks, but before he can say what he thinks about that, the mall cop pulls his panties down and starts sucking. But it seems clear what he thinks about it when he starts moaning.

The cop reaches beneath her trouser masturbating her pussy.

Jade can't hold it for long. He pulls out as he cums, spraying cum all over her face.

The cop sinks to the floor. While she is busy masturbating, caressing her face and sucking her fingers you sneak out.

“I'm still mad at you,” Jade announces in front of the mall.

*[[Tell Jade you will make it up to her by doing whatever she wants for the rest of the day]]
*[[Suggest Jade should go the restroom and take off his cum-filled panties]]
*[[Suggest Jade should take off his cum-filled panties right here]]

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Offer the mall cop something in exchange for letting her go

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 05:53:29 GMT

Mischief:

“There must be another way. Can't we make some deal?”

The mall cop seems intrigued. “What do you propose?”

*[[Propose you lick her pussy]]
*[[Propose Jade licks her pussy]]
*[[Propose the mall cop licks Jade's dick clean.]]

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Start jerking his dick

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 05:53:14 GMT

Mischief:

“What ….”

One little touch is all that is needed. With another girlish shriek, he cums in his panties.

The mall cop finally returns, seemingly unaware of what is going on in Jade's crotch. “You can leave, emo girl,” she announces.

“I won't leave without Jade.”

“So you call her Jade? What is your real name, boy? And I need your parents' telephone number.”

Jade presses his legs together, trying to hide his dick. “I'm not a boy. I'm a girl and my name is Jade,” he says shyly.

The cop reaches, smiling, beneath Jade's panties and licks the cum off her fingers after.

“Please don't call my parents.”

*[[Advise Jade to give the mall cop his mother's number]]
*[[Advise Jade to give the mall cop his father's number]]
*[[Offer the mall cop something in exchange for letting her go]]

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Follow Jade

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 05:52:47 GMT

Mischief:

You two end up in a small room sitting next to each other, waiting for the mall cop to return.

“How could you do that to me?” Jade asks, red-faced. “Dragged through the mall in these clothes.” His little prick still stands stiff beneath his panties.

*[[“I'm sorry.”]]
*[[“I thought it would be fun.”]]
*[[Start rubbing his dick though his panties.]]
*[[Start jerking his dick]]
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Shove Jade out of the cubicle

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 05:52:31 GMT

Mischief:

Having no experience with heels, Jade stumbles and falls, letting out a girlish shriek.

Instantly, all eyes are on him. He panics, pees himself, and runs out of the store. But not far in those heels. The mall cop catches him.

*[[Follow Jade]]
*[[Abandon Jade]]

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Join him in the cubicle and try to convince him

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 05:52:12 GMT

Mischief:

Despite his protests, when you enter the cubicle you see Jade already wearing the red tube top and micro skirt as well as the black fishnet stockings and heels you gave him. You also see his little pecker standing stiff beneath the skirt.

He freezes.

*[[Shove Jade out of the cubicle]]
*[[Tell Jade to masturbate]]
*[[Suck Jade's dick]]

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Pick sexy women's outfit

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 05:51:59 GMT

Mischief:

“What is this? I thought we buy normal clothes,” you hear him say from inside the cubicle.

“Please try it on for me.”

“No way!”

*[[Join him in the cubicle and try to convince him]]
*[[Give up and get him a ordinary outfit]]

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The clothing store (accompanied by Jade)

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 05:51:45 GMT

Mischief:

You send Jade to a changing cubicle while looking for some clothes for him.

*[[Pick ordinary outfit]]
*[[Pick emo outfit]]
*[[Pick sexy women's outfit]]

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Let's go to the mall, Jade

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 05:51:28 GMT

Mischief:

“I can't leave the house like that,” Jade protests.

“Everyone is at school. And even if someone saw you, they probably wouldn't recognize you like that. Come on! It will be fun and we can buy you some dry clothes.”

So Jade agrees and you make your way to the mall.

He seems a little uncomfortable at first. But as the people pass by without anyone noticing him, he gains some confidence.

At the mall you head for:

*[[The clothing store (accompanied by Jade)]]
*[[The arcade (accompanied by Jade)]]
*[[The food court (accompanied by Jade)]]

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Search for your sex toys

Mischief — Sat, 14 Aug 2021 05:51:12 GMT

Mischief:

As you dug in Emily's memories for ideas, you realize she has a few sex toys hidden within her room--you don't dig too far as to where she got them, but you tell yourself she stole them from her now-dead mother at some point.

"Wait here," you tell Brandon, finishing licking your cum from his face. He nods, and watches your body--specifically your ass-as you turn and crawl off the bed. On the floor, you finish stripping off your jeans and panties and throw them aside. You walk naked to your drawers and dig in them, looking for Emily's sizable dildo.

When you find it, you turn back around to Brandon. You first notice a look of interest as he finally notices the scars on Emily's thigh, and then a look of horror as he notices the eight inch dildo in your hands. It makes you smile, as you crawl back onto him.

"You wanna stick that in me?" He asks, shocked.

"That's actually a good idea," you reply, playing innocent--it's what you meant to do all along.

"But it'll hurt!" He whines in return.

"Come on, Brandon," you shoot back. "Don't be such a baby. Do it for me, you love me don't you?"

He stares at you and the dildo in silence for a few seconds, before finally smiling widely. "Alright."

You frown, having thought you'd get to force it into him. "Bi, are we?"

He blushes mildly, but shrugs as you finally arrive to stand over him.

"Lick it," you say, putting the pink dildo in front of his mouth. "Or it'll hurt even more."

He nods again, and opens his mouth wide. You slip the dildo in, and watch as his cute face licks and sucks the toy dutifully; it's almost enough to make you wet yourself again. However, instead, you merely guide the dildo in and out of his mouth.

After a couple minutes, you bring it back out, and have the pleasure of watching him yearn for it back in. "Easy, easy," you taunt. "You'll get it back somewhere way more fun."

At that, you stare down to his waiting butt and wonder.

*[[Fuck him with the dildo]]
*[[Stick it in and ride him]]

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