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Feel her tight, unbroken vagina

2015-07-20T02:56:57Z

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You grab her legs and wrap them around your neck, and she leans against the tank, with grace you lean in, your hands holding her waist, to trail your tongue around her lips. "What are you doing?" She murmurs, wary, yet, accepting. "This is called a gynecology exam." You whisper, and then proceed to give cunnilingus to her once innocent vagina. You trace your tongue around her clitoris, as if teasing her, and then with no hesitation do you eat her out ravenously. Licking her up and down, left and right. You are unmatched in your eating-out skills, and eventually the child unknowingly reaches an orgasm, which gives you a throbbing, hard erection. Looking up to stare into her pretty hazel eyes you purr, "did that feel good?" She nods, unsure of herself.

*[[Penetrate her]]
*[[Put your hard cock into her mouth]]
*[[Get out, while you still can]]

[[Category: Pedo Romp]]

Murder your father

2015-07-20T02:51:17Z

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Strengthened in your resolve, you aim to do only one thing: eliminate your father. Any man that molests their child deserves nothing but justice. Justice by the hands of their child is of the most poetic, you muse.

Part of you feels a disconnect from this reality anyway, you've been a 6 year old for less than 20 minutes, just a moment ago you were someone else. Of course you were, your name was...what was your name, again? Either way, the quickest, most foolproof way to secure your safety is by removing this girl's father from the equation. It's not like you can go to prison, right?

'''''"Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged."
'''''
''-Samuel Johnson''

You grab your toothbrush, line the bristles with toothpaste and proceed to brush your teeth. You imagine sharpening the end of the toothbrush, or shoving a razor blade into the end. This begs the question; how ''do'' you kill a man twice your size, little girl?

[[Category: A New Life]]

*[[Assassinate him while he sleeps]]
*[[Seduction]]
*[[Poison his coffee]]

Feel her tight, unbroken vagina

2015-07-20T02:25:14Z

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You grab her legs and wrap them around your neck, and she leans against the tank, with grace you lean in, with your hands holding her waist, to trail your tongue around her lips. "What are you doing?" She murmurs, wary, yet, accepting. "This is called a gynecology exam." You whisper, and then proceed to give cunnilingus to her once innocent vagina. You trace your tongue around her clitoris, as if teasing her, and then with no hesitation do you eat her out ravenously. Licking her up and down, left and right. You are unmatched in your eating-out skills, and eventually the child unknowingly reaches an orgasm, which gives you a throbbing, hard erection. Looking up to stare into her pretty hazel eyes you purr, "did that feel good?" She nods, unsure of herself.

*[[Penetrate her]]
*[[Put your hard cock into her mouth]]
*[[Get out, while you still can]]

[[Category: Pedo Romp]]

Consort with your mother

2015-07-20T01:42:51Z

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Stepping down from the stool, you wonder if it is truly wise to explore this house. But no matter, what can your father possibly do while in the company of your mother?

You peer into the other bedroom, there is a double bed, but no one lay in it at present.

Your only option is to go downstairs, which isn't ideal, but if you can get someone on your side, you'll be safe. Gingerly, you clamber down the stairs, the TV is blaring so he cannot hear you currently. You feel a primal urge to run back upstairs, but logic dictates that you don't. You should probably act as normal as possible. Maybe he didn't touch you when you were naked on the bed with bruises all over your...perhaps you are right to be afraid.

The man sitting on the sofa turns to look at you, almost as if he's staring into your soul. "What did I tell you..." He removes his glasses and places them on the couch. "...about coming down here after 'playtime'?"

"S-sorry." You stammer. Fear overwhelming you.

Observing the rest of the room, you come to realize that there is no mother. You're unarmed, alone and defenseless. A chill runs down your spine.

He begins to unbuckle his belt.

"How are you going to make up for it?" He says, as he begins to pull down his pants.

You say nothing, but your silence only makes him angrier.

''"How are you going to make up for it?"''

"I'll...clean...clean my room?"

He frowns, disapprovingly. "You're going to suck me off, and you're going to enjoy it."

[[Category: A New Life]]

You wake up and look around your hospital room. A strange man is standing over you, he is dressed in all white and as he notices you are awake, he speaks.

"Sir, I'm here to give you a refund."

You stare at him incredulously for a moment, and then it hits you.

"Oh thank god! I was in the body of a--"

"I know, pick another one."

*[[A college girl with a bladder problem.]]
*[[A 10-year-old boy]]
*[[A middle-aged woman with a split personality.]]
*[[I'm not sure I want any of those things.]]

Consort with your mother

2015-07-20T01:23:52Z

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Stepping down from the stool, you wonder if it is truly wise to explore this house. But no matter, what can your father possibly do while in the company of your mother?

You peer into the other bedroom, there is a double bed, but no one lay in it at present.

Your only option is to go downstairs, which isn't ideal, but if you can get someone on your side, you'll be safe. Gingerly, you clamber down the stairs, the TV is blaring so he cannot hear you currently. You feel a primal urge to run back upstairs, but logic dictates that you don't. You should probably act as normal as possible. Maybe he didn't touch you when you were naked on the bed with bruises all over your...perhaps you are right to be afraid.

The man sitting on the sofa turns to look at you, almost as if he's staring into your soul. "What did I tell you..." He removes his glasses and places them on the couch. "...about coming down here after 'playtime'?"

"S-sorry." You stammer. Fear overwhelming you.

Observing the rest of the room, you come to realize that there is no mother. You're unarmed, alone and defenseless. A chill runs down your spine.

He begins to unbuckle his belt.

"How are you going to make up for it?" He says, as he begins to pull down his pants.

You say nothing, but your silence only makes him angrier.

''"How are you going to make up for it?"''

"I'll...clean...clean my room?"

He frowns, disapprovingly. "You're going to suck me off, and you're going to enjoy it."

[[Category: A New Life]]

You wake up and look around your hospital room. A strange man is standing over you, he is dressed in all white and as he notices you are awake, he speaks.

"Sir, I'm here to give you a refund."

You stare at him incredulously for a moment, and then it hits you.

"Oh thank god! I was in the body of a--"

"I know, pick another one.

Pick an option."

*[[A college girl with a bladder problem.]]
*[[A 10-year-old boy]]
*[[A middle-aged woman with a split personality.]]
*[[I'm not sure I want any of those things.]]

Consort with your mother

2015-07-20T01:08:43Z

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Consort with your mother

2015-07-20T01:07:27Z

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Stepping down from the stool, you wonder if it is truly wise to explore this house. But no matter, what can your father possibly do while in the company of your mother?

You peer into the other bedroom, there is a double bed, but no one lay in it at present.

Your only option is to go downstairs, which isn't ideal, but if you can get someone on your side, you'll be safe. Gingerly, you clamber down the stairs, the TV is blaring so he cannot hear you currently. You feel a primal urge to run back upstairs, but logic dictates that you don't. You should probably act as normal as possible. Maybe he didn't touch you when you were naked on the bed with bruises all over your...perhaps you are right to be afraid.

The man sitting on the sofa turns to look at you, almost as if he's staring into your soul. "What did I tell you..." He removes his glasses and places them on the couch. "...about coming down here after playtime?"

"S-sorry." You stammer. Fear overwhelming you.

Observing the rest of the room, you come to realize that there is no mother. You're unarmed, alone and defenseless. A chill runs down your spine.

He begins to unbuckle his belt.

"How are you going to make up for it?" He says, as he begins to pull down his pants.

You say nothing, but your silence only makes him angrier.

''"How are you going to make up for it?"''

"I'll...clean...clean my room?"

He frowns, disapprovingly. "You're going to suck me off, and you're going to enjoy it."

[[Category: A New Life]]

Murder your father

2015-07-20T00:42:04Z

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Strengthened in your resolve, you aim to do only one thing: eliminate your father. Any man that molests their child deserves nothing but justice. Justice by the hands of their child is in your opinion, the most poetic justice.

Part of you feels a disconnect from this reality anyway, you've been a 6 year old for less than 20 minutes, just a moment ago you were someone else. Of course you were, your name was...what was your name, again? Either way, the only way to secure your safety is by removing this girl's father from the equation.

'''''"Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance of justice. Injuries are revenged; crimes are avenged."
'''''
''-Samuel Johnson''

You grab your toothbrush, line the bristles with toothpaste and proceed to brush your teeth. You imagine sharpening the end of the toothbrush, or shoving a razor blade into the end. This begs the question; how ''do'' you kill a man twice your size, little girl?

[[Category: A New Life]]

*[[Assassinate him while he sleeps]]
*[[Seduction]]
*[[Poison his coffee]]

A six-year old girl with an abusive father

2015-07-19T23:51:01Z

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After little delay you wake up in a room illuminated by the landing light, you look down to see a silhouette walk away from you, he exits the room, closing the door on his way out, leaving the room in darkness. You soon come to the realization that you're sprawled across the bed, naked. You feel anguished and you don't know why. Without further contemplation, you gather your wits and lift yourself out of bed. You're shorter than you remember, and your crotch area is reminiscent of a female's. Is it usually this sore?

''"A 6 year old girl with an abusive father..."''

It suddenly occurs to you that your spontaneous decision landed you in the body of a 6 year old, trapped in the home of an abusive father. This has to be some kind of simulation, or dream, right?

Tentatively, you open the door, hoping the man doesn't hear you. You crouch and sneak to what appears to be a bathroom. Upon entering, you slowly, but surely close the door behind you. The floor resembles that of a chessboard, black and white, cold against the soles of your small, delicate feet. There's a stool next to the bath tub, which you place in front of the wash basin to climb onto. Looking into the mirror you are greeted by a child with short, black hair. You would be cute if not for your sullen, somber expression and puffy eyes. There are no visible marks on your face, but there are numerous bruises across your arms, legs and genital area.

You will not stand for this. But you're in the body of a child, what can you possibly do?

*[[Get dressed, pack your things and leave]]
*[[Consort with your mother]]
*[[Murder your father]]

[[Category: A New Life]]

Smack her on the head

2015-07-19T22:06:20Z

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Without further thought you smack her hard across the temple, your hand clenched into a fist, and with all the strength you can muster you push the woman off you. Panicking, you turn to run back up the stairs to your bedroom, grabbing your bedside baseball bat. You take an athletic crouching stance, facing your window. and without further ado, you sprint and with your arms in front, leap through the window, shards of glass scratching your face and arms.

You land with a roll and head towards your car, dodging the crowd of the undead, along with the stranded. Your keys are in your pocket. You figure your chances of surviving are slim on your own. Peter lives across the road from you, he's a middle-aged recently divorced gun owner. He's a grumpy bastard, but he'd be a useful ally in this situation.

Alan lives next to you, although he's a thug, he's kind of likable, albeit aggressive, he sold you weed that one time, remember? He also owns a slick pocket knife and a handgun.

Your pathetic hunk of metal is in front of you. She's been with you since the beginning.

Inventory: Baseball Bat

Status: Tired, hand hurts, slightly wounded.

*[[Who needs friends? This is the apocalypse!]]
*[[Knock for Peter]]
*[[Knock for Alan]]

Smack her on the head

2015-07-19T22:03:09Z

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Without further thought you smack her hard across the temple, your hand clenched into a fist, and with all the strength you can muster you push the woman off you. Panicking, you turn to run back up the stairs to your bedroom, grabbing your bedside baseball bat. You take an athletic crouching stance, facing your window. and without further ado, you sprint and with your arms in front, leap through the window, shards of glass scratching your face and arms.

You land with a roll and head towards your car, dodging the crowd of the undead, along with the stranded. Your keys are in your pocket. You figure your chances of surviving are slim on your own. Peter lives across the road from you, he's a middle-aged recently divorced double-barreled shotgun owner. He's a grumpy bastard, but he'd be a useful ally in this situation.

Alan lives next to you, although he's a thug, he's kind of likable, albeit aggressive, he sold you weed that one time, remember? He also owns a slick pocket knife.

Your pathetic hunk of metal is in front of you. She's been with you since the beginning.

Inventory: Baseball Bat

Status: Tired, hand hurts, slightly wounded.

*[[Who needs friends? This is the apocalypse!]]
*[[Knock for Peter]]
*[[Knock for Alan]]

Go in the car and go to their POW camp?

2015-07-19T21:20:11Z

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Reluctantly, you allow yourself to be handcuffed and pushed into the back of the jeep. You figure only a madman would even consider grabbing a gun while there are assault rifles being pointed in your direction, waiting to fire at any sudden movement. You pray that someone, anyone, comes to your rescue. Perhaps following their orders was a cowardly decision, and you should have died in honor.

''Hogwash.''

Just because you’re expendable, doesn’t mean you have to throw your life away. The Nazi prick grabs the gun from the roof, taunting you in his native tongue. You wish you knew what he was saying so you could retort. The Nazis all get in the vehicle. One sits next to you, the cheeky bastard, and the driver veers off presumably towards a POW camp.

You weigh your options, the man next to you carries an assault rifle, the one in the passenger seat has his pistol holstered. Your legs are free, maybe you can cause...an accident.

*[[Kick them? That would be suicide!]]
*[[Kick 'em]]

[[Category: War in Europe]]

Grab the rifle and shoot them?

2015-07-19T21:14:50Z

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You grab the rifle, dodging Stormtrooper-like gunfire with a barrel roll, shooting soldiers left and right, a soldier behind you reaches for his pistol, without further notice you shoot him in the knee, he drops his weapon and falls with a thud to the ground, screaming in pain.

Kill him, spare his life or tell his fascist Nazi friends to never come back to Russia?

[[Kill him in cold blood]]

[[Spare his life]]

[[Tell him to tell his Nazis to never to come to Russia]]
[[Category:War in Europe]]

Grab the rifle and shoot them?

2015-07-19T21:11:45Z

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You grab the rifle, dodging Stormtrooper-like gunfire with a barrel roll, shooting soldiers left and right, a soldier behind you reaches for his pistol, without further notice you shoot him in the knee, he drops his weapon and drops to the ground. You grimace at his blood-curdling scream.

Kill him, spare his life or tell his fascist Nazi friends to never come back to Russia?

[[Kill him in cold blood]]

[[Spare his life]]

[[Tell him to tell his Nazis to never to come to Russia]]
[[Category:War in Europe]]

Kick 'em

2015-07-19T21:00:31Z

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Mustering all the strength and courage you have, you raise your right leg and smash the German's skull against the window repeatedly, disarming him in the process. He uses his arms to defend himself, but your resilience defeats his futile attempts. Both the passenger and driver scream something in German and the car screeches to a halt.

Just as they exit the car to shoot you dead, you hear the sound of an incoming vehicle. And so do they, for the passenger whips the pistol out of his holster and begins firing at something behind the jeep. The blast of his pistol is deafening, but ends suddenly as the incoming car speeds past smashing into the passenger and ripping off the door he left open. The car drifts to the right, and a soldier leans out of the window, firing back at the driver of the jeep who dual wields two luger pistols. Fortunately for you he is outmatched, he cries out as he is drilled with bullets.

You watch this in both awe and terror.

You're too busy watching the events unfold in front of you to notice when the man next to you begins to reach for the gun under the driver's seat. You only realize it when he utters something in German, you turn your head to stare into the barrel. Words and images swirl around your brain, your entire life flashes before your eyes, this is the end for you. As he begins to squeeze the trigger, suddenly, the sound of a gunshot that isn't his startles you.

His head is thrown back as a bullet enters the side of his head, and exits through the other end, blood gushes profusely. You begin to gag. His limp body slumping in his seat.

You're so nauseated that you don't even notice the soldier that approaches the vehicle.

He taps on the window. "Come on, we're getting out of here." He says in a friendly, yet commanding tone. He grabs the keys from the German, releases you from the vehicle and unlocks your handcuffs. Relieved, you express your gratitude with a 'thank you.'

There's blood seeping from a wound in his forearm. He notices your observation and says, "I'll be alright. Come on, there'll be more coming this way. If you're hurt, we've got equipment in the back of the car."

"I'm fine," you murmur. Your throat is dry, and you're too dazed to speak at this moment in time.

You figure you can join them, they have weapons, useful equipment in their car, and if anyone attacks, you'll have people on your side. However, wherever they're off to is presumably dangerous, perhaps killing Nazis just isn't for you. You can take the Nazi's jeep and head home if you so wish.

*[[Join them and restore your dignity.]]
*[[Thank the soldiers and head home. Perhaps you can live peacefully after this experience.]]

[[Category: War in Europe]]

Kick 'em

2015-07-19T20:56:45Z

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Mustering all the strength and courage you have, you raise your right leg and smash the German's skull against the window repeatedly, disarming him in the process. He uses his arms to defend himself, but your resilience defeats his futile attempts. Both the passenger and driver scream something in German and the car screeches to a halt.

Just as they exit the car to shoot you dead, you hear the sound of an incoming vehicle. And so do they, for the passenger whips the pistol out of his holster and begins firing at something behind the jeep. The blast of his pistol is deafening, but ends suddenly as the incoming car speeds past smashing into the passenger and ripping off the door he left open. The car drifts to the right, and a soldier leans out of the window, firing back at the driver of the jeep who dual wields two luger pistols. Fortunately for you he is outmatched, he cries out as he is drilled with bullets.

You watch this in both awe and terror.

You're too busy watching the events unfold in front of you to notice when the man next to you begins to reach for the gun under the driver's seat. You only realize it when he utters something in German, you turn your head to look into the barrel. Words and images swirl around your brain, your entire life flashes before your eyes, this is the end for you. He utters something in German, as he begins to squeeze the trigger. Suddenly, the sound of a gunshot that isn't his startles you.

His head is thrown back as a bullet enters the side of his head, and exits through the other end, blood gushes profusely. You begin to gag.

You're so nauseated that you don't even notice the soldier that approaches the vehicle.

"Come on, we're getting out of here." He says in a friendly, yet commanding tone. He grabs the keys from the German, releases you from the vehicle and unlocks your handcuffs. Relieved, you express your gratitude with a 'thank you.'

There's blood seeping from a wound in his forearm. He notices your observation and says, "I'll be alright. Come on, there'll be more coming this way. If you're hurt, we've got equipment in the back of the truck."

"I'm fine," you murmur. Your throat is dry, and you're too dazed to speak at this moment in time.

You figure you can join them, they have weapons, useful equipment in their car, and if anyone attacks, you'll have people on your side. However, wherever they're off to is presumably dangerous, perhaps killing Nazis just isn't for you. You can take the Nazi's jeep and head home if you so wish.

*[[Join them and restore your dignity.]]
*[[Thank the soldiers and head home. Perhaps you can live peacefully after this experience.]]

[[Category: War in Europe]]

Kick 'em

2015-07-19T20:31:55Z

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Mustering all the strength and courage you have, you raise your right leg and smash the German's skull against the window repeatedly, disarming him in the process. He uses his arms to defend himself, but your resilience defeats his futile attempts. Both the passenger and driver scream something in German and the car screeches to a halt.

Just as they exit the car to shoot you dead, you hear the sound of an incoming vehicle. And so do they, for the passenger whips the pistol out of his holster and begins firing at something behind the jeep. The blast of his pistol is deafening, but ends suddenly as the incoming car speeds past smashing into the passenger and ripping off the door he left open. The car drifts to the right, and a soldier leans out of the window, firing back at the driver of the jeep who dual wields two luger pistols. Fortunately for you he is outmatched, he cries out as he is drilled with bullets.

You watch this in both awe and terror.

You're too busy occupied when the man next to you begins to reach for the gun under the driver's seat. He raises it to your eye level, saying something in German. Shit!

'''BAM!'''

His head is thrown back as a bullet enters the side of his head, and exits through the other end, blood gushes profusely out both ends. You begin to gag.

You're so nauseated that you don't even notice the soldier that approaches the vehicle.

"Come on, we're getting out of here." He says in a friendly, yet commanding tone. He grabs the keys from the German, lets you out of the vehicle and unlocks your handcuffs. Relieved, you express your gratitude with a 'thank you.'

There's blood seeping from a wound in his forearm. He notices your observation and says, "I'll be alright. Come on, there'll be more coming this way. If you're hurt, we've got equipment in the back of the truck."

You shake your head.

You figure you can join them, they have weapons, useful equipment in their car, and if anyone attacks, you'll have people on your side. However, wherever they're off to is presumably dangerous, perhaps killing Nazis just isn't for you. You can take the Nazi's jeep and head home if you so wish.

*[[Join them and restore your dignity.]]
*[[Thank the soldiers and head home. Perhaps you can live peacefully after this experience.]]

[[Category: War in Europe]]

Go in the car and go to their POW camp?

2015-07-19T19:37:25Z

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Reluctantly, you allow yourself to be handcuffed and pushed into the back of the jeep. You figure only a madman would even consider grabbing a gun while there are assault rifles being pointed in your direction, waiting to fire at any sudden movement. You pray that someone, anyone, comes to your rescue. Perhaps following their orders was a cowardly decision, and you should have died in honor.

''Hogwash.''

Just because you’re expendable, doesn’t mean you have to throw your life away. The Nazi prick grabs the gun from the roof, taunting you in his native tongue. You wish you knew what he was saying so you could retort. The nazis all get in the vehicle. One sits next to you, the cheeky bastard, and the driver veers off presumably towards a POW camp.
You weigh your options, the man next to you carries an assault rifle, the one in the passenger seat has his pistol holstered. Your legs are free, maybe you can cause...an accident.

*[[Surrender]]
*[[Kick 'em]]

[[Category: War in Europe]]