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		<title>Get him to fill your pussy</title>
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				<updated>2024-10-05T11:28:00Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''Status: Horny and Unfilled'''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You remove your lips from the boy's man sized pecker, and you quickly turn around, presenting your pussy to him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Quick, push it in here,&amp;quot; you urge the young boy. He tries his best, and you try to facilitate him. He slips and slides against your slick snatch, pressing against your anus before finally you reach back and guide him inside you. You clench and arch your back in bliss as you finally begin to be filled.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As suddenly as it began, the boy cries out. Fortunately, your pussy muscles keep him still as he pumps some seed into your pussy. Unfortunately it is hardly enough.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You are disappointed the boy didn't last long enough to satisfy you, and rather than stay around and wait for his mom to show up, you throw on the wet clothes from the laundromat and get ready dash home, still hot, and now even more horny.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though looking back at him panting and half naked, you wonder if you're being too hasty...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* [[OYN/Invite the boy back to your place.]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[OYN/Go for another round with him.]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[OYN/Just head home.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

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		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Get_him_to_fill_your_pussy</id>
		<title>Get him to fill your pussy</title>
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				<updated>2024-10-05T11:27:30Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''Status: Horny and Unfilled'''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You remove your lips from the boy's man sized pecker, and you quickly turn around, presenting your pussy to him.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Quick, push it in here,&amp;quot; you urge the young boy. He tries his best, and you try to facilitate him. He slips and slides against your slick snatch, pressing against your anus before finally you reach back and guide him inside you. You clench and arch your back in bliss as you finally begin to be filled.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As suddenly as it began, the boy cries out. Fortunately, your pussy muscles keep him still as he pumps some seed into your pussy. Unfortunately it is hardly enough.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You are disappointed the boy didn't last long enough to satisfy you, and rather than stay around and wait for his mom to show up, you throw on the wet clothes from the laundromat and dash home, still hot, and now even more horny.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Though looking back at him panting and half naked, you wonder if you're being too hasty...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* [[OYN/Invite the boy back to your place.]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[OYN/Go for another round with him.]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[OYN/Just head home.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Let_him_finish_in_your_mouth</id>
		<title>Let him finish in your mouth</title>
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				<updated>2024-10-05T11:26:09Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;Original ending was rather abrupt and unsatisfying. Changing it now.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''Status: Naked and Unfilled'''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You continue to suck the boy off, expertly combining your tongue with your sucking to maximize his pleasure. Of course, in his rough ignorance, he cannot enjoy the subtleties of your blowjob.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The boy is quick to cum, and when he does he falls backwards. Although you catch most of his squirts in your mouth, a little puddle forms by his limp dick as he breaths heavily in front of you. You are disappointment the boy didn't last long enough to satisfy you, and rather than stay around and wait for his mom to show up, you throw on the wet clothes from the laundromat get ready to dash home. Though looking back at him panting and half naked, you wonder if you're being too hasty...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* [[OYN/Invite the boy back to your place.]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[OYN/Go for another round with him.]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[OYN/Just head home.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Let_Darque%27s_boys_strip_search_you.</id>
		<title>Let Darque's boys strip search you.</title>
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				<updated>2023-01-28T10:55:36Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;''Status: Stripped and searched.''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your eyes dart around as you softly smile and blush. You weren't sure what you expected, but this certainly seems sudden. But you're so excited, and so flattered, that you simply can't refuse! You open your coat slightly, teasing everyone with a glimpse of your nice body and the tiny little bikini barely covering it. Madam Darque smiles and bites her finger, staring you up and down. The two men grab your coat and pull it down your shoulders, letting it clumsily fall to the ground around your sandal-clad feet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The muscular hands of the two hulking men begin to rub, pat, grope and pinch you all over. Gently massaging your shoulders, caressing your back, groping your heaving breasts, squeezing your hips, gliding down your arms and legs. The four hands exploring all over you stimulate your body in ways you couldn't even have imagined. You feel totally helpless in the grip of these powerful brutes, but somehow, completely safe.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You try to keep yourself silent first, act with some decorum, by the twitching of your body and frantic tapping of your foot betray you, and eventually you can't fight back the urge to sigh and moan at the sensation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The two pairs of hands are soon joined by a third, as Madam Darque reaches out and gropes your heaving breasts, kneading them like dough. The two men kneel down and continue groping and stroking your lower body, while Darque's leather-gloved hands go to work on your upper body. Eventually, Darque can't resist the urge to press her body against your own, docking your huge tits together as she rubs all over your back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just as you're at the height of pleasure, your head spinning in sheer physical exhilaration, you hear Darque call out &amp;quot;Okay! She's clean. Let her go, gentlemen.&amp;quot; They all stand up straight and pull away, and you feel robbed as the pleasure abruptly stops. It feels like getting yanked out of a nice hot bath into cold air. You're left trembling and can't help but whine like a scolded puppy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Awww, I'm so sorry sweetie, but we can't stay like this all day. We have other customers to attend to.&amp;quot; Darque teases. &amp;quot;Besides, that was just meant to be a little warmup. The real fun hasn't even started yet!&amp;quot; Though you huff under your breath, you understand. Though you can't help but be a little annoyed that your bikini bottoms are already starting to get soggy and your pussy hasn't even been touched yet!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Here's the deal, honey,&amp;quot; Darque begins to explain. &amp;quot;Here in this club, we have three types of clients: the first is Submissives, who love to be bound, dominated and teased. We have Dominants, who love to tie people up, fuck them raw and push them to the brink. Finally, we have Voyeurs, who just like to watch. You can switch rolls any time you want to, but you have to ask nicely~&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, for your first night in our wonderful little establishment, what role would you prefer?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Tell the madam you want to be submissive]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Tell the madam you want to be dominant]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Tell the madam you want to be a Voyeur]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Let_Darque%27s_boys_strip_search_you.</id>
		<title>Let Darque's boys strip search you.</title>
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				<updated>2023-01-28T10:55:18Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;''Status: Stripped and searched.''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your eyes dart around as you softly smile and blush. You weren't sure what you expected, but this certainly seems sudden. But you're so excited, and so flattered, that you simply can't refuse! You open your coat slightly, teasing everyone with a glimpse of your nice body and the tiny little bikini barely covering it. Madam Darque smiles and bites her finger, staring you up and down. The two men grab your coat and pull it down your shoulders, letting it clumsily fall to the ground around your sandal-clad feet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The muscular hands of the two hulking men begin to rub, pat, grope and pinch you all over. Gently massaging your shoulders, caressing your back, groping your heaving breasts, squeezing your hips, gliding down your arms and legs. The four hands exploring all over you stimulate your body in ways you couldn't even have imagined. You feel totally helpless in the grip of these powerful brutes, but somehow, completely safe.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You try to keep yourself silent first, act with some decorum, by the twitching of your body and frantic tapping of your foot betray you, and eventually you can't fight back the urge to sigh and moan at the sensation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The two pairs of hands are soon joined by a third, as Madam Darque reaches out and gropes your heaving breasts, kneading them like dough. The two men kneel down and continue groping and stroking your lower body, while Darque's leather-gloved hands go to work on your upper body. Eventually, Darque can't resist the urge to press her body against your own, docking your huge tits together as she rubs all over your back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just as you're at the height of pleasure, your head spinning in sheer physical exhilaration, you hear Darque call out &amp;quot;Okay! She's clean. Let her go, gentlemen.&amp;quot; They all stand up straight and pull away, and you feel robbed as the pleasure abruptly stops. It feels like getting yanked out of a nice hot bath into cold air. You're left trembling and can't help but whine like a scolded puppy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Awww, I'm so sorry sweetie, but we can't stay like this all day. We have other customers to attend to.&amp;quot; Darque teases. &amp;quot;Besides, that was just meant to be a little warmup. The real fun hasn't even started yet!&amp;quot; Though you huff under your breath, you understand. Though you can't help but be a little annoyed that your bikini bottoms are already starting to get soggy and your pussy hasn't even been touched yet!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Here's the deal, honey,&amp;quot; Darque begins to explain. &amp;quot;Here in this club, we have three types of clients: the first is Submissives, who love to be bound, dominated and teased. We have Dominants, who love to tie people up, fuck them raw and push them to the brink. Finally, we have Voyeurs, who just like to watch. You can switch rolls any time you want to, but you have to ask nicely~&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, for your first night in our wonderful little establishment, what role would you prefer?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* Tell the madam you want to be submissive&lt;br /&gt;
* Tell the madam you want to be dominant&lt;br /&gt;
* Tell the madam you want to be a Voyeur&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Let_Darque%27s_boys_strip_search_you.</id>
		<title>Let Darque's boys strip search you.</title>
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				<updated>2023-01-28T10:54:52Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;Created page with '''Status: Stripped and searched.''  Your eyes dart around as you softly smile and blush. You weren't sure what you expected, but this certainly seems sudden. But you're so excite…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;''Status: Stripped and searched.''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your eyes dart around as you softly smile and blush. You weren't sure what you expected, but this certainly seems sudden. But you're so excited, and so flattered, that you simply can't refuse! You open your coat slightly, teasing everyone with a glimpse of your nice body and the tiny little bikini barely covering it. Madam Darque smiles and bites her finger, staring you up and down. The two men grab your coat and pull it down your shoulders, letting it clumsily fall to the ground around your sandal-clad feet.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The muscular hands of the two hulking men begin to rub, pat, grope and pinch you all over. Gently massaging your shoulders, caressing your back, groping your heaving breasts, squeezing your hips, gliding down your arms and legs. The four hands exploring all over you stimulate your body in ways you couldn't even have imagined. You feel totally helpless in the grip of these powerful brutes, but somehow, completely safe.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You try to keep yourself silent first, act with some decorum, by the twitching of your body and frantic tapping of your foot betray you, and eventually you can't fight back the urge to sigh and moan at the sensation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The two pairs of hands are soon joined by a third, as Madam Darque reaches out and gropes your heaving breasts, kneading them like dough. The two men kneel down and continue groping and stroking your lower body, while Darque's leather-gloved hands go to work on your upper body. Eventually, Darque can't resist the urge to press her body against your own, docking your huge tits together as she rubs all over your back.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just as you're at the height of pleasure, your head spinning in sheer physical exhilaration, you hear Darque call out &amp;quot;Okay! She's clean. Let her go, gentlemen.&amp;quot; They all stand up straight and pull away, and you feel robbed as the pleasure abruptly stops. It feels like getting yanked out of a nice hot bath into cold air. You're left trembling and can't help but whine like a scolded puppy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Awww, I'm so sorry sweetie, but we can't stay like this all day. We have other customers to attend to.&amp;quot; Darque teases. &amp;quot;Besides, that was just meant to be a little warmup. The real fun hasn't even started yet!&amp;quot; Though you huff under your breath, you understand. Though you can't help but be a little annoyed that your bikini bottoms are already starting to get soggy and your pussy hasn't even been touched yet!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Here's the deal, honey,&amp;quot; Darque begins to explain. &amp;quot;Here in this club, we have three types of clients: the first is Submissives, who love to be bound, dominated and teased. We have Dominants, who love to tie people up, fuck them raw and push them to the brink. Finally, we have Voyeurs, who just like to watch. You can switch rolls any time you want to, but you have to ask nicely~&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;So, for your first night in our wonderful little establishment, what role would you prefer?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* Tell the madam you want to be submissive&lt;br /&gt;
* Tell the madam you want to be dominant&lt;br /&gt;
* Tell the madam you want to be a Voyeur&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops You're Naked]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Head_to_a_BDSM_club_for_a_little_kinky_fun</id>
		<title>Head to a BDSM club for a little kinky fun</title>
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				<updated>2023-01-25T13:47:07Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;A large neon sign catches your eye, displaying a high heel pressed against a blank person's neck. &amp;quot;Darque's Dungeon&amp;quot; is the name on it. As you park your car in a dark corner and step up to the front door, a plaque on the front informs you this is a 24/7 BDSM club, welcoming guests of 'every shape, size, color and kink.' The part that really interests you is the last line: &amp;quot;First day free, see how you like it!&amp;quot; You're probably only going to visit this place once in your life, so that works out perfect!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When you enter, you're immediately taken in by the smell of perfume and the sight of red velvet interior. You see a tall, red-haired woman with a large ponytail, clad in a tight leather corset, long black gloves, and high heeled boots. On either side of her are large, bulky men in speedos and gimp masks. They stop talking to each other and all eyes are directly turn to you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The woman struts over to you, curvy hips swaying back and forth, a big smirk on her face. She gently slides her leather-clad finger across your chin, and just a slight touch from her sends you into shivers. You begin to feel a little intimidated when the two large men flank you at both sides and trace their eyes all over you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The woman laughs. &amp;quot;Don't worry about my doggies, they don't bite~&amp;quot; She teases. &amp;quot;I'm Madam Darque, and you've entered my dungeon. If you want to play here, we'll have to get that big coat off -- don't worry, we won't judge your body, we just need to make sure you aren't packing any 'unapproved' toys. Happens more than you might think.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You want me to take it off... in front of you all?&amp;quot; You question.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, sweetie, you misunderstand.&amp;quot; The Madam raises her eyebrows. &amp;quot;The outfits aren't the only thing tight around here, our security is too. My doggies will have to pat you down... if you consent, of course. If not, this place might not be a good fit for you.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Let Darque's boys strip search you.]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Politely decline Darque's offer and leave.]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Rudely reject Darque's offer and start an argument.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Rudely_reject_Darque%27s_offer_and_start_an_argument.</id>
		<title>Rudely reject Darque's offer and start an argument.</title>
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				<updated>2023-01-25T11:47:43Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Status: Screwed up big time.'''''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You aren't sure what stirred up your inner Karen, but you explode at the lewdly dressed woman. You scream in her face about how disgusting it is to try to force you to strip for her. How rude it was for her to assume you wanted to strip and have sex just because you went to a stripping and sex club. You demand to see her manager, and when she tells you she ''is'' the manager, you scream some more at her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Look! Lady! Calm down!&amp;quot; Darque huffs in an annoyed tone of voice, the seductive croon she had earlier completely gone. She's officially broken character now. &amp;quot;If you're really not okay with being touched, we can work with that. You can go home, change into something less conspicuous and come back. I just think if something like that makes you uncomfortable then this place really isn't for you. This club is full of--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''''SLAP!'''''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don't talk to me like that!&amp;quot; you snarl back at her. Your brain isn't processing rational information at this point. You've chosen violence. Unfortunately, violence didn't choose you. You get immediately get grabbed and smacked around by the two burly security guards. Ironically, your coat is ripped off in the scuffle. Trying to fight back only results in your getting knocked around until you're barely conscious.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Getting pinned to the floor and then carried in the air by a pair of muscular dudes is ''supposed'' to be more fun than this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Great. Another lunatic.&amp;quot; Darque groans as she rubs her cheek where you slapped her. &amp;quot;It's always tourist season that brings the nutjobs in. Boys! Get her out of here!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The two heavy men haul you off like luggage and take you out back. The toss you in the air and you go flying directly in the dumpster, spilling trash all over your half-naked body. As you lie on top of the exploded trash bags groaning in pain, you feel your coat get tossed right on top of you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Strangely enough, it's freezing cold out now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''The End'''&lt;br /&gt;
*''Start again at [[Oops! You're Naked! ]]''&lt;br /&gt;
*''Head to [[Main Page ]]''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Endings]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Rudely_reject_Darque%27s_offer_and_start_an_argument.</id>
		<title>Rudely reject Darque's offer and start an argument.</title>
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				<updated>2023-01-25T11:44:41Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;Created page with '''Status: Screwed up big time.''  You aren't sure what stirred up your inner Karen, but you explode at the lewdly dressed woman. You scream in her face about how disgusting it is…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;''Status: Screwed up big time.''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You aren't sure what stirred up your inner Karen, but you explode at the lewdly dressed woman. You scream in her face about how disgusting it is to try to force you to strip for her. How rude it was for her to assume you wanted to strip and have sex just because you went to a stripping and sex club. You demand to see her manager, and when she tells you she ''is'' the manager, you scream some more at her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Look! Lady! Calm down!&amp;quot; Darque huffs in an annoyed tone of voice, the seductive croon she had earlier completely gone. She's officially broken character now. &amp;quot;If you're really not okay with being touched, we can work with that. You can go home, change into something less conspicuous and come back. I just think if something like that makes you uncomfortable then this place really isn't for you. This club is full of--&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''''SLAP!'''''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Don't talk to me like that!&amp;quot; you snarl back at her. Your brain isn't processing rational information at this point. You've chosen violence. Unfortunately, violence didn't choose you. You get immediately get grabbed and smacked around by the two burly security guards. Ironically, your coat is ripped off in the scuffle. Trying to fight back only results in your getting knocked around until you're barely conscious.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Getting pinned to the floor and then carried in the air by a pair of muscular dudes is ''supposed'' to be more fun than this.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Great. Another lunatic.&amp;quot; Darque groans as she rubs her cheek where you slapped her. &amp;quot;It's always tourist season that brings the nutjobs in. Boys! Get her out of here!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The two heavy men haul you off like luggage and take you out back. The toss you in the air and you go flying directly in the dumpster, spilling trash all over your half-naked body. As you lie on top of the exploded trash bags groaning in pain, you feel your coat get tossed right on top of you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Strangely enough, it's freezing cold out now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''The End'''&lt;br /&gt;
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*''Head to [[Main Page ]]''&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/You_remain_trapped</id>
		<title>You remain trapped</title>
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				<updated>2023-01-25T11:42:29Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''Status: Pet'''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That was about five months ago, you aren't entirely sure but you know it must have been a long time since you've started getting used to the taste of the dog food that the boys bring you every few days. They've been calling you Superslut and ensuring that you live up to your new name. Every night they bring people down and let them have their way with you for a price. The boy who pinched your nose shut has a fetish for oxygen deprivation, one night he brought a noose with him and choked you with it; you thought that they were finally going to kill you then but the boys liked their new toy too much to do that. Eventually they started bringing girls as well. At first you refused to eat them out but one night the boys brought a knife with them and threatened to fuck you with it if you didn't start eating out girls. Most of the time it doesn't taste as bad as the dog food.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One night the two boys who first captured you, your 'owners,' entered the basement followed by half a dozen police officers, including the chief of police. You think that you've finally been saved . . . until the officers each give the boys a twenty dollar bill and unzip their pants. You sigh through your ring gag. It's going to be a long night. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''The End'''&lt;br /&gt;
*''Start again at [[Oops! You're Naked! ]]''&lt;br /&gt;
*''Head to [[Main Page ]]''&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Endings]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/You_remain_trapped</id>
		<title>You remain trapped</title>
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				<updated>2023-01-25T11:42:08Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''Status: Pet'''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That was about five months ago, you aren't entirely sure but you know it must have been a long time since you've started getting used to the taste of the dog food that the boys bring you every few days. They've been calling you Superslut and ensuring that you live up to your new name. Every night they bring people down and let them have their way with you for a price. The boy who pinched your nose shut has a fetish for oxygen deprivation, one night he brought a noose with him and choked you with it; you thought that they were finally going to kill you then but the boys liked their new toy too much to do that. Eventually they started bringing girls as well. At first you refused to eat them out but one night the boys brought a knife with them and threatened to fuck you with it if you didn't start eating out girls. Most of the time it doesn't taste as bad as the dog food.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One night the two boys who first captured you, your 'owners,' entered the basement followed by half a dozen police officers, including the chief of police. You think that you've finally been saved . . . until the officers each give the boys a twenty dollar bill and unzip their pants. You sigh through your ring gag. It's going to be a long night. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''The End'''&lt;br /&gt;
*''Start again at [[Oops! You're Naked! ]]''&lt;br /&gt;
*''Head to [[Main Page ]]''&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/You_remain_trapped</id>
		<title>You remain trapped</title>
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				<updated>2023-01-25T10:24:51Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''Status: Pet'''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That was about five months ago, you aren't entirely sure but you know it must have been a long time since you've started getting used to the taste of the dog food that the boys bring you every few days. They've been calling you Superslut and ensuring that you live up to your new name. Every night they bring people down and let them have their way with you for a price. The boy who pinched your nose shut has a fetish for oxygen deprivation, one night he brought a noose with him and choked you with it; you thought that they were finally going to kill you then but the boys liked their new toy too much to do that. Eventually they started bringing girls as well. At first you refused to eat them out but one night the boys brought a knife with them and threatened to fuck you with it if you didn't start eating out girls. Most of the time it doesn't taste as bad as the dog food.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One night the two boys who first captured you, your 'owners,' entered the basement followed by half a dozen police officers, including the chief of police. You think that you've finally been saved . . . until the officers each give the boys a twenty dollar bill and unzip their pants. You sigh through your ring gag. It's going to be a long night. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''The End'''&lt;br /&gt;
*''Start again at [[Oops! You're Naked! ]]''&lt;br /&gt;
*''Head to [[Main Page ]]'&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Head_to_a_BDSM_club_for_a_little_kinky_fun</id>
		<title>Head to a BDSM club for a little kinky fun</title>
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				<updated>2023-01-25T10:21:24Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;A large neon sign catches your eye, displaying a high heel pressed against a blank person's neck. &amp;quot;Darque's Dungeon&amp;quot; is the name on it. As you park your car in a dark corner and step up to the front door, a plaque on the front informs you this is a 24/7 BDSM club, welcoming guests of 'every shape, size, color and kink.' The part that really interests you is the last line: &amp;quot;First day free, see how you like it!&amp;quot; You're probably only going to visit this place once in your life, so that works out perfect!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When you enter, you're immediately taken in by the smell of perfume and the sight of red velvet interior. You see a tall, red-haired woman with a large ponytail, clad in a tight leather corset, long black gloves, and high heeled boots. On either side of her are large, bulky men in speedos and gimp masks. They stop talking to each other and all eyes are directly turn to you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The woman struts over to you, curvy hips swaying back and forth, a big smirk on her face. She gently slides her leather-clad finger across your chin, and just a slight touch from her sends you into shivers. You begin to feel a little intimidated when the two large men flank you at both sides and trace their eyes all over you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The woman laughs. &amp;quot;Don't worry about my doggies, they don't bite~&amp;quot; She teases. &amp;quot;I'm Madam Darque, and you've entered my dungeon. If you want to play here, we'll have to get that big coat off -- don't worry, we won't judge your body, we just need to make sure you aren't packing any 'unapproved' toys. Happens more than you might think.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You want me to take it off... in front of you all?&amp;quot; You question.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, sweetie, you misunderstand.&amp;quot; The Madam raises her eyebrows. &amp;quot;The outfits aren't the only thing tight around here, our security is too. My doggies will have to pat you down... if you consent, of course. If not, this place won't be a good fit for you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Let Darque's boys strip search you.]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Politely decline Darque's offer and leave.]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Rudely reject Darque's offer and start an argument.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Head_to_a_BDSM_club_for_a_little_kinky_fun</id>
		<title>Head to a BDSM club for a little kinky fun</title>
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				<updated>2023-01-25T10:21:09Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;A large neon sign catches your eye, displaying a high heel pressed against a blank person's neck. &amp;quot;Darque's Dungeon&amp;quot; is the name on it. As you park your car in a dark corner and step up to the front door, a plaque on the front informs you this is a 24/7 BDSM club, welcoming guests of 'every shape, size, color and kink.' The part that really interests you is the last line: &amp;quot;First day free, see how you like it!&amp;quot; You're probably only going to visit this place once in your life, so that works out perfect!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When you enter, you're immediately taken in by the smell of perfume and the sight of red velvet interior. You see a tall, red-haired woman with a large ponytail, clad in a tight leather corset, long black gloves, and high heeled boots. On either side of her are large, bulky men in speedos and gimp masks. They stop talking to each other and all eyes are directly turn to you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The woman struts over to you, curvy hips swaying back and forth, a big smirk on her face. She gently slides her leather-clad finger across your chin, and just a slight touch from her sends you into shivers. You begin to feel a little intimidated when the two large men flank you at both sides and trace their eyes all over you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The woman laughs. &amp;quot;Don't worry about my doggies, they don't bite~&amp;quot; She teases. &amp;quot;I'm Madam Darque, and you've entered my dungeon. If you want to play here, we'll have to get that big coat off -- don't worry, we won't judge your body, we just need to make sure you aren't packing any 'unapproved' toys. Happens more than you might think.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You want me to take it off... in front of you all?&amp;quot; You question.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, sweetie, you misunderstand.&amp;quot; The Madam raises her eyebrows. &amp;quot;The outfits aren't the only thing tight around here, our security is too. My doggies will have to pat you down... if you consent, of course. If not, this place won't be a good fit for you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* Let Darque's boys strip search you.&lt;br /&gt;
* Politely decline Darque's offer and leave.&lt;br /&gt;
* Rudely reject Darque's offer and start an argument.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Head_to_a_BDSM_club_for_a_little_kinky_fun</id>
		<title>Head to a BDSM club for a little kinky fun</title>
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				<updated>2023-01-25T10:20:36Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;Created page with '&amp;gt;Head to a BDSM club for a little kinky fun  A large neon sign catches your eye, displaying a high heel pressed against a blank person's neck. &amp;quot;Darque's Dungeon&amp;quot; is the name on i…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&amp;gt;Head to a BDSM club for a little kinky fun&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A large neon sign catches your eye, displaying a high heel pressed against a blank person's neck. &amp;quot;Darque's Dungeon&amp;quot; is the name on it. As you park your car in a dark corner and step up to the front door, a plaque on the front informs you this is a 24/7 BDSM club, welcoming guests of 'every shape, size, color and kink.' The part that really interests you is the last line: &amp;quot;First day free, see how you like it!&amp;quot; You're probably only going to visit this place once in your life, so that works out perfect!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When you enter, you're immediately taken in by the smell of perfume and the sight of red velvet interior. You see a tall, red-haired woman with a large ponytail, clad in a tight leather corset, long black gloves, and high heeled boots. On either side of her are large, bulky men in speedos and gimp masks. They stop talking to each other and all eyes are directly turn to you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The woman struts over to you, curvy hips swaying back and forth, a big smirk on her face. She gently slides her leather-clad finger across your chin, and just a slight touch from her sends you into shivers. You begin to feel a little intimidated when the two large men flank you at both sides and trace their eyes all over you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The woman laughs. &amp;quot;Don't worry about my doggies, they don't bite~&amp;quot; She teases. &amp;quot;I'm Madam Darque, and you've entered my dungeon. If you want to play here, we'll have to get that big coat off -- don't worry, we won't judge your body, we just need to make sure you aren't packing any 'unapproved' toys. Happens more than you might think.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;You want me to take it off... in front of you all?&amp;quot; You question.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Oh, sweetie, you misunderstand.&amp;quot; The Madam raises her eyebrows. &amp;quot;The outfits aren't the only thing tight around here, our security is too. My doggies will have to pat you down... if you consent, of course. If not, this place won't be a good fit for you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* Let Darque's boys strip search you.&lt;br /&gt;
* Politely decline Darque's offer and leave.&lt;br /&gt;
* Rudely reject Darque's offer and start an argument.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Go_to_the_red_light_district</id>
		<title>Go to the red light district</title>
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				<updated>2023-01-01T00:30:08Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Status: Clad in a flasher jacket and tiny bikini.'''''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A strange and perserve thought enters your head: &amp;quot;Go to the Red Light District.&amp;quot; The moment you think it, you're aghast at how it ever came to you. You're certainly a pretty horny person, but you've never even driven through there. It's easily one of the most well-funded parts of town, right up there with the thriving beachside attractions. From what your friends have told you, just about every building there is air-conditioned to the point of being icy-cold, to appease the tourists. Despite a wholesome veneer, your town has quite a seedy sexual underbelly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The more you think about it, the more your heart starts to race. You end up biting your finger and holding in a giggle. Screw it! Life's too short not to try new things. To get into the spirit of the occasion, you pick out a fitting outfit: your tiniest, most ill-fitting bikini, and a large brown coat to cover it. It's not as hot in it as you thought it would be, thanks to your nudity. You decide to sweat it out for a few more hours until it gets dark out, and then you head into the car and drive on down&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You're taken in by the bright red neon-lights all around, the sleazy signs full of innuendos and men and women in skimpy clothes standing in store windows, giving you flirty glances as you slowly pass by. This place is absolutely filthy, and you love it! Sight-seeing in your car, you muse about where you'll visit next.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Go down to the strip club and enjoy a show]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Head to a swinger's motel and see where the evening takes you]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Check out the local porno store and window shop]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Head to a BDSM club for a little kinky fun]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Visit the really shady bathhouse]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Go_to_the_red_light_district</id>
		<title>Go to the red light district</title>
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				<updated>2022-12-31T14:23:49Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;Created page with ''''''Status: Clad in a flasher jacket and tiny bikini.'''''  A strange and perserve thought enters your head: &amp;quot;Go to the Red Light District.&amp;quot; The moment you think it, you're agha…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Status: Clad in a flasher jacket and tiny bikini.'''''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A strange and perserve thought enters your head: &amp;quot;Go to the Red Light District.&amp;quot; The moment you think it, you're aghast at how it ever came to you. You're certainly a pretty horny person, but you've never even driven through there. It's easily one of the most well-funded parts of town, right up there with the thriving beachside attractions. From what your friends have told you, just about every building there is air-conditioned to the point of being icy-cold, to appease the tourists. Despite a wholesome veneer, your town has quite a seedy sexual underbelly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The more you think about it, the more your heart starts to race. You end up biting your finger and holding in a giggle. Screw it! Life's too short not to try new things. To get into the spirit of the occasion, you pick out a fitting outfit: your tiniest, most ill-fitting bikini, and a large brown coat to cover it. It's not as hot in it as you thought it would be, thanks to your nudity. You decide to sweat it out for a few more hours until it gets dark out, and then you head into the car and drive on down&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You're taken in by the bright red neon-lights all around, the sleazy signs full of innuendos and men and women in skimpy clothes standing in store windows, giving you flirty glances as you slowly pass by. This place is absolutely filthy, and you love it! Sight-seeing in your car, you muse about where you'll visit next.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Go down to the strip club and enjoy a show]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Head to a swinger's motel and see where the evening takes you]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Check out the local porno store and window shop]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Head to a BDSM club for a little kinky fun]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Torment_him!_He_deserves_some_extra_pain_for_your_troubles.</id>
		<title>Torment him! He deserves some extra pain for your troubles.</title>
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				<updated>2022-12-27T12:10:00Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;Created page with 'No way you're gonna let this dork off easy! When he tries to get back up, you tackle him and pin him to the floor. He lets out a whiny little gasp as your body presses against hi…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;No way you're gonna let this dork off easy! When he tries to get back up, you tackle him and pin him to the floor. He lets out a whiny little gasp as your body presses against his, separated only by the thin fabric of your stolen jammies. He squeals and squirms under you, you can feel his small cock press against your crotch. You grin as you get a wicked idea. You begin to dry hump him, grinding against his little body, stimulating his dick.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Aaaaa! No! Stop! That's dirty!&amp;quot; The little boy whines, you giggle to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Too bad. It was dirty to take photos of me~.&amp;quot; You mock as you thrust your hips up and down, pleasuring his cock against his will.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I-I-I'm sorry!&amp;quot; he whines, tears in his eyes. &amp;quot;I'll never do it again! I'll delete the picture! Just stop! Something's gonna --&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The boy lets out a shrill little cry as his dick explodes. For such an undeveloped little nerd, his cock was absolutely loaded with cum. It explodes in a huge geyser that soaks the jammies you stole, and sprays all over his body. You feel disgusted, but can't help but laugh. Standing up, looking at the sad little dork shaking on the ground covered in his own sperm, you feel a smug sense of satisfaction. You pull off the tight jammies and toss them back onto him. &amp;quot;You'll need to wash these. ''After'' you delete the photo.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The boy sheepishly points to his hiding spot, and you walk over, find the photo and delete it. You turn around, and though the younger boy is clearly terrified, he can't help but play with his dick again. &amp;quot;i-it's so warm... I-I can't st-stop...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You sigh and roll your eyes. What happens next?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[You decided to the help him. You've gone far enough.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[You just leave and let the boy deal with the consequences.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[The boy's mom gets home and sees you both naked.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Public Nudity]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/The_boy_wiggles_out_of_his_jammies_to_get_away.</id>
		<title>The boy wiggles out of his jammies to get away.</title>
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				<updated>2022-12-27T11:57:48Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Aaaaahhh! Ahhh!&amp;quot; the boy shrieks out as his jammy tops slide right off his body, completely exposing him. He goes flying through the entryway of his house and collapses on the floor, trembling and whining. He grabs a nearby mop bucket and throws up in it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He turns over, his legs spread open, not even realizing his tiny, twitchy, stiff little pecker is on full display. It's very clear the little twerp hasn't gone through puberty yet. Once he realizes he just accidentally flashed a cute older girl, his face turns bright red and he covers himself, whining. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You slip on his Avengers pajama tops, which squeeze tight enough to make your skin crawl, and only just barely cover your chest. If you move your arms up too fast your chest will be exposed to anyone who looks on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He's a tiny little whimp, trembling helplessly on the floor as you stand over him. You're (barely) clothed, and he's buck-naked. Now, you're in control.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Show some mercy, promise to leave him alone if he deletes the photo]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Torment him! He deserves some extra pain for your troubles.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Public Nudity]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/The_boy_wiggles_out_of_his_jammies_to_get_away.</id>
		<title>The boy wiggles out of his jammies to get away.</title>
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				<updated>2022-12-27T11:57:25Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Aaaaahhh! Ahhh!&amp;quot; the boy shrieks out as his jammy tops slide right off his body, completely exposing him. He goes flying through the entryway of his house and collapses on the floor, trembling and whining. He grabs a nearby mop bucket and throws up in it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He turns over, his legs spread open, not even realizing his tiny, twitchy, stiff little baby pecker is on full display. It's very clear the little twerp hasn't gone through puberty yet. Once he realizes he just accidentally flashed a cute older girl, his face turns bright red and he covers himself, whining. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You slip on his Avengers pajama tops, which squeeze tight enough to make your skin crawl, and only just barely cover your chest. If you move your arms up too fast your chest will be exposed to anyone who looks on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He's a tiny little whimp, trembling helplessly on the floor as you stand over him. You're (barely) clothed, and he's buck-naked. Now, you're in control.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Show some mercy, promise to leave him alone if he deletes the photo]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Torment him! He deserves some extra pain for your troubles.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Public Nudity]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/The_boy_wiggles_out_of_his_jammies_to_get_away.</id>
		<title>The boy wiggles out of his jammies to get away.</title>
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				<updated>2022-12-27T09:46:20Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;Created page with '&amp;quot;Aaaaahhh! Ahhh!&amp;quot; the boy shrieks out as his jammy tops slide right off his body, completely exposing him. He goes flying through the entryway of his house and collapses on the f…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Aaaaahhh! Ahhh!&amp;quot; the boy shrieks out as his jammy tops slide right off his body, completely exposing him. He goes flying through the entryway of his house and collapses on the floor, trembling and whining. He grabs a nearby mop bucket and throws up in it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He turns over, his legs spread open, not even realizing his tiny pecker is on full display. It's very clear the little twerp hasn't gone through puberty yet. Once he realizes he just accidentally flashed a cute older girl, his face turns bright red and he covers himself, whining. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You slip on his Avengers pajama tops, which squeeze tight enough to make your skin crawl, and only just barely cover your chest. If you move your arms up too fast your chest will be exposed to anyone who looks on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He's a tiny little whimp, trembling helplessly on the floor as you stand over him. You're (barely) clothed, and he's buck-naked. Now, you're in control.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Show some mercy, promise to leave him alone if he deletes the photo]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Torment him! He deserves some extra pain for your troubles.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Public Nudity]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Give_up_and_let_them_keep_going</id>
		<title>Give up and let them keep going</title>
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				<updated>2022-12-26T10:53:35Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''Status: Naked &amp;amp; Exhausted'''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You have neither the energy nor the will to try to stop them. Even though they're so rough, so abusive, it still feels so good. You can't stop cumming, and your whole body is on fire. You seem to go limp, and you're just barely conscious as they continue to drill their cocks in all your whole and cover you in cum. Nothing seems to stop them, no matter how much they cum, they only take what feels like a few seconds to get hard again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You're totally helpless. You aren't contributing much to this gangbang, but the boys seem happy enough to just use you as a fucktoy. You wonder what will happen next.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* [[They get bored after a while and leave you unconscious]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[They decide to keep you as a pet]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Security breaks it up]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/He_spanks_your_ass</id>
		<title>He spanks your ass</title>
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				<updated>2022-12-25T17:35:46Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''Status: (barely) Clothed &amp;amp; Overheated and whipped'''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You suddenly have flashbacks to your childhood as this towering giant grabs you by the arm, shoves you onto the hood of your own car and pulls your tiny thong bikini bottom down, exposing your curvy, supple butt to the whole world. &amp;quot;Oh no...&amp;quot; you mutter to yourself as one of his hands presses firmly against your back and another is raised high into the air. Just a few seconds ago his big muscle and bulging biceps seemed pretty appealing, but now they fill you with horror.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A barrage of fierce, power slaps and strike your ass with the power and speed of an ancient Nordic god. You howl out in pain and whine like a baby as your booty bounces with each severe slap. People drive by and laugh, watch happily or look away. Some even cheer the man on as he whips you. Loud slapping noises drown out your cries for help and your pleas for mercy as your butt is used like a bongo drum. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the man lets go of you. He slaps your ass one last time and walks away, getting into his car. As he slowly passes you, he sticks his head out of the window and yells &amp;quot;''Maybe that'll teach you to drive more carefully!''&amp;quot; You sob uncontrollably, burdened by the siring pain. You look back to see that your ass is bright red like a baboon, and you know you won't be able to sit comfortable for weeks. Shamefully, there's a big goopy mess of cum dripping from your legs. You might not have enjoyed it, but it seems your body did.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For a moment, you think this is the worst thing that could have possibly happened to you. Then you realize the accident was complete your fault, his car is wrecked, you car doesn't even have a scratch on it, and that handsome, bulky idiot never asked for your insurance. You're still dripping with sweat from the heat. For some reason, part of you still really wants to go to the water park. Maybe the cold, refreshing water will feel good on your sore ass.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On the other hand, you can still see that asshole's car. With the other slowpoke gone, he's become the new one. The cops might take his side, but maybe if they see a poor, defenseless, highly attractive woman has been manhandled you'll have the advantage. You pull up your pants, get in your car, wince in pain as your ass hits the seat, write down his license plate on a notepad and weigh your options.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
**[[Pass_the_slowpoke%3F|Forget that guy. Drive past him and get to the water park. You've earned some fun.]]&lt;br /&gt;
**[[This isn't over! Call the cops on that jerk!]]&lt;br /&gt;
**[[Don't let him escape! Catch up and confront him again!]]&lt;br /&gt;
**[[Oops!_You're_Naked!|Too much excitement for one day. Time to go back home.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/The_students_drag_you_off</id>
		<title>The students drag you off</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/The_students_drag_you_off"/>
				<updated>2022-12-25T07:18:49Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;After several minutes of discussion, the class comes to the conclusion that they can't let you go. The risk of you going to the police and reporting them all is too high, and besides, they've all become addicted to your body. Weak and still bound in rope, they have no trouble picking you up and carrying you off to the janitor's closet. Your bindings are reinforced with even more rope, a female student's wet panties are made into a makeshift blindfold, and some sturdy posts from woodshop are used to build a frame to hang you up in.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You serve as the museum's personal fucktoy. Every time a student (or the teacher) needs &amp;quot;stress relief&amp;quot; they sneak out, rail you, and come back. The janitor gets 24/7 access to you, and takes delight in all the depraved acts he performs on you with cleaning supplies. Your few attempts to escape never make it very far. Your personal slavery becomes an open secret in the community, and suddenly tons of people, including ones you know personally, start signing up for art lessons. You are now, for all intents and purposes, just a human sex doll.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They always said it took great suffering to make great art. Well, you can personally attest to that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*''Start again at [[Oops! You're Naked! ]]''&lt;br /&gt;
*''Head to [[Main Page ]]'&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Endings]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/The_students_drag_you_off</id>
		<title>The students drag you off</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/The_students_drag_you_off"/>
				<updated>2022-12-25T07:18:14Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;Created page with 'After several minutes of discussion, the class comes to the conclusion that they can't let you go. The risk of you going to the police and reporting them all is too high, and bes…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;After several minutes of discussion, the class comes to the conclusion that they can't let you go. The risk of you going to the police and reporting them all is too high, and besides, they've all become addicted to your body. Weak and still bound in rope, they have no trouble picking you up and carrying you off to the janitor's closet. Your bindings are reinforced with even more rope, a female student's wet panties are made into a makeshift blindfold, and some sturdy posts from woodshop are used to build a frame to hang you up in.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You serve as the museum's personal fucktoy. Every time a student (or the teacher) needs &amp;quot;stress relief&amp;quot; they sneak out, rail you, and come back. The janitor gets 24/7 access to you, and takes delight in all the depraved acts he performs on you with cleaning supplies. Your few attempts to escape never make it very far. Your personal slavery becomes an open secret in the community, and suddenly tons of people, including ones you know personally, start signing up for art lessons. You are now, by all practical accounts, just a human sex doll.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They always said it took great suffering to make great art. Well, you can personally attest to that.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*''Start again at [[Oops! You're Naked! ]]''&lt;br /&gt;
*''Head to [[Main Page ]]'&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Endings]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/The_instructor_joins_in_to_fuck_you</id>
		<title>The instructor joins in to fuck you</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/The_instructor_joins_in_to_fuck_you"/>
				<updated>2022-12-24T16:50:44Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;sounds more natural&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Any hope you had that the instructor could be the voice of reason and save you from this debauchery disappears when you see him drop his pants and start rubbing his dick. He grabs you by the back of the head and slams his cock into your face, furiously gliding it back and forth like he's rinsing your mouth out with soap.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your mind goes numb as the instructor and his student continue to use their body as a toy. Your body is stretched out in all kinds of humiliating and painful positions as hands, tongues and cocks switch out fucking you. Even the few girls in the room take turns violating you. Students in the back of the class are sketching pictures of you getting fucked by their classmates. Even from here, you can tell the images are lewd and detailed, leaving nothing to the imagination.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You're sore all over, covered in cum, your vision is blurry and your legs have completely given out by the time they stop. The teacher and students are still surrounding you, talking among themselves about what they plan to do next.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[You find your strength, break out and run away]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[The students drag you off]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/The_instructor_joins_in_to_fuck_you</id>
		<title>The instructor joins in to fuck you</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/The_instructor_joins_in_to_fuck_you"/>
				<updated>2022-12-24T16:50:04Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Any hope you had that the instructor could be the voice of reason and save you from this debauchery disappears when you see him drop his pants and start rubbing his dick. He grabs you by the back of the head and slams his cock into your face, furiously gliding it back and forth like he's rinsing your mouth out with soap.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your mind goes numb as the instructor and his student continue to use their body as a toy. Your body is stretched out in all kinds of humiliating and painful positions as hands, tongues and cocks switch out fucking you. Even the few girls in the room take turns scissoring you and forcing you to eat them out. Students in the back of the class are sketching pictures of you getting fucked by their classmates. Even from here, you can tell the images are lewd and detailed, leaving nothing to the imagination.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You're sore all over, covered in cum, your vision is blurry and your legs have completely given out by the time they stop. The teacher and students are still surrounding you, talking among themselves about what they plan to do next.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[You find your strength, break out and run away]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[The students drag you off]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Remain_where_you_are_and_ask_for_help</id>
		<title>Remain where you are and ask for help</title>
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				<updated>2022-02-26T08:30:17Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;Created page with '&amp;quot;Remain where you are and ask for help&amp;quot;  It turns out, even though you can move, you can't get up. You can only wriggle and writhe in place. You're not going anywhere for a while…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Remain where you are and ask for help&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It turns out, even though you can move, you can't get up. You can only wriggle and writhe in place. You're not going anywhere for a while. You try calling out for help, but people on the beach walk past you, step right over you. Some gawk at the invitation, others rub their cold, dirty hands all over your exposed breasts, twisting and pinching your nipples as you shudder and struggle in vain. Aside from the perverts, everyone acts like you aren't even there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That is until you're acosted by three very young-looking teenage boys. One is a little blond boy, another is a grimacing little redhead, and the last one is a rather cold and aloof black haired boy. They're very short and have slender frames.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, check it out!&amp;quot; the ginger one calls out as he grabs the card right next to you, the other two boys staring at you in awe. &amp;quot;Some older kids are throwing a cool party, and there's no age limit! There's gonna be booze and girls!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I-I don't know...&amp;quot; the blond one says in a low, soft voice. &amp;quot;I think it might be dangerous. Those guys burying her earlier seemed like a rough crowd, and this lady doesn't look very happy...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Friggin' perverts.&amp;quot; The dark-haired one scoffs. &amp;quot;This lady is obviously a fetishist. Probably asked them to do it for some kind of BDSM crap.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey!&amp;quot; You object, staring directly at the three boys. &amp;quot;I'm not a pervert, I'm not a hooker, and I'm not going to any stupid party! I passed out after an accident and some stupid pricks did *this* to me! Can you please just dig me out and bring me back to my car?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After hearing your plea and seeing your distress...&lt;br /&gt;
* [[The boys help you out of the sand]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[The boys help themselves to your body]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Naked_day_at_the_Waterpark!</id>
		<title>Naked day at the Waterpark!</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Naked_day_at_the_Waterpark!"/>
				<updated>2022-02-04T08:03:43Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;Fixed perspective.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Biting your lip, you casually clasp your hands behind your back and coyly rub at the back of your leg with your other foot. You're so horny, standing naked in the middle of a water park, a crowd of strangers gazing at all your intimate, private areas. As much as you enjoy the attention, you don't want to stay in one place for too long. Otherwise the staff might decide you're attracting the wrong kind of attention.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your bare feet slapping against the concrete, your exposed breasts jiggling with each step, and your smooth pussy on display for all to see, you make your way to...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[The snack bar]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[The lazy river rapids]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[The dolphin show]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[The gift shop]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/They_decide_to_keep_you_as_a_pet</id>
		<title>They decide to keep you as a pet</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/They_decide_to_keep_you_as_a_pet"/>
				<updated>2022-02-02T00:51:06Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;Created page with ''''Status: Naked &amp;amp; Enslaved'''  Those ravenous horny teenagers just couldn't get enough of you. Even after ravishing your body from every angle, hole and crevice their dicks coul…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''Status: Naked &amp;amp; Enslaved'''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Those ravenous horny teenagers just couldn't get enough of you. Even after ravishing your body from every angle, hole and crevice their dicks could fit in for hours, they still wanted more. Eventually they dragged you out to your own car and forced you to give them the keys. Driving back to your house, they decided to &amp;quot;help&amp;quot; you into the bedroom and continued pounding your mouth, pussy and ass over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Over the next few days, they manage to get you to tell them everything about your life. You tell them you're still in school, and your parents are paying for your fancy home. They end up completely taking over your home. Your stuff is all moved into your room, while the rest of the house becomes a chaotic teenager clubhouse. Huge messes are made every night, and you have to clean it all up. During the day, the boys have you wear a skimpy little maid outfit and attend to their every command. You clean up after them, do their laundry, cook for them, and all the while they grope, slap, and tease you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At night, they drag you into the &amp;quot;play room&amp;quot; they created, a bondage dungeon full of toys they use on you. You fuck at least ten different boys a night, tied up into a hundred different positions, forced to wear skimpy stripper costumes that cover up nothing. You are forced to act out every fetish they come up with, from footplay to watersports. You're whipped, spanked, fucked, forced to suck cock and covered from head-to-toe in jizz every night. You're only ever let out of the house to attend class and get groceries. Your fridge is full of hot pockets and energy drinks, and your ass is filled with cum. You wear a collar at all teams that says &amp;quot;Whore.&amp;quot; As if ''all of that'' weren't enough, they also put a remote-controlled vibrator inside you while you're out and turn it on at random times. You're just a piece of meat to them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You've become a fuckslave and live-in maid to a group of horny teenage boys. A dream come true for them, a living nightmare for you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
THE END &lt;br /&gt;
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*''Start again at [[Oops! You're Naked!]]''&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Give_up_and_let_them_keep_going</id>
		<title>Give up and let them keep going</title>
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				<updated>2022-02-01T22:21:06Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''Status: Naked &amp;amp; Exhausted'''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You have neither the energy nor try to stop them. Even though they're so rough, so abusive, it still feels so good. You can't stop cumming, and your whole body is on fire. Your whole body seems to go limp, and you're just barely conscious as they continue to drill their cocks in all your whole and cover you in cum. Nothing seems to stop them, no matter how much they cum, they only take what feels like a few seconds to get hard again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You're totally helpless. You aren't contributing much to this gangbang, but the boys seem happy enough to just use you as a fucktoy. You wonder what will happen next.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
* [[They get bored after a while and leave you unconscious]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[They decide to keep you as a pet]]&lt;br /&gt;
* [[Security breaks it up]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Give_up_and_let_them_keep_going</id>
		<title>Give up and let them keep going</title>
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				<updated>2022-02-01T22:20:44Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;Created page with ''''Status: Naked &amp;amp; Exhausted'''  You have neither the energy nor try to stop them. Even though they're so rough, so abusive, it still feels so good. You can't stop cumming, and y…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''Status: Naked &amp;amp; Exhausted'''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You have neither the energy nor try to stop them. Even though they're so rough, so abusive, it still feels so good. You can't stop cumming, and your whole body is on fire. Your whole body seems to go limp, and you're just barely conscious as they continue to drill their cocks in all your whole and cover you in cum. Nothing seems to stop them, no matter how much they cum, they only take what feels like a few seconds to get hard again.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You're totally helpless. You aren't contributing much to this gangbang, but the boys seem happy enough to just use you as a fucktoy. You wonder what will happen next.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[They get bored after a while and leave you unconscious]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[They decide to keep you as a pet]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Don%27t_let_him_escape!_Catch_up_and_confront_him_again!</id>
		<title>Don't let him escape! Catch up and confront him again!</title>
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				<updated>2022-02-01T19:29:19Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;Created page with 'With traffic at a standstill, you get out of your car -- butt still bruised and stingy, the open air making you wince as you walk forward -- and make your way to the man's car. Y…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;With traffic at a standstill, you get out of your car -- butt still bruised and stingy, the open air making you wince as you walk forward -- and make your way to the man's car. You're not one to back down from a confrontation, even if it's a really stupid idea, and the guy could overpower you with a single finger... why are you doing this again?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You tap on the window of his car and he gets out. As he casts a massive shadow over you, your legs turn to jello. The sudden rush of righteous bravery you felt has melted away. The mix of confusion and annoyance on his face tells you he doesn't even see you as a problem, more of a nuisance. Not a good thing for your pride.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What does fate have in store for you?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[He'll let it slide if you fuck him]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[He attacks you]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[You call the cops]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/He_spanks_your_ass</id>
		<title>He spanks your ass</title>
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				<updated>2022-02-01T19:22:02Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''Status: (barely) Clothed &amp;amp; Overheated and whipped'''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You suddenly have flashbacks to your child as this tower giant grabs you by the arm, shoves you onto the hood of your own car and pulls your tiny thong bikini bottom down, exposing your curvy, supple butt to the whole world. &amp;quot;Oh no...&amp;quot; you mutter to yourself as one of his hands presses firmly against your back and another is raised high into the air. Just a few seconds ago his big muscle and bulging biceps seemed pretty appealing, but now they fill you with horror.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A barrage of fierce, power slaps and strike your ass with the power and speed of an ancient Nordic god. You howl out in pain and whine like a baby as your booty bounces with each severe slap. People drive by and laugh, watch happily or look away. Some even cheer the man on as he whips you. Loud slapping noises drown out your cries for help and your pleas for mercy as your butt is used like a bongo drum. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the man lets go of you. He slaps your ass one last time and walks away, getting into his car. As he slowly passes you, he sticks his head out of the window and yells &amp;quot;''Maybe that'll teach you to drive more carefully!''&amp;quot; You sob uncontrollably, burdened by the siring pain. You look back to see that your ass is bright red like a baboon, and you know you won't be able to sit comfortable for weeks. Shamefully, there's a big goopy mess of cum dripping from your legs. You might not have enjoyed it, but it seems your body did.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For a moment, you think this is the worst thing that could have possibly happened to you. Then you realize the accident was complete your fault, his car is wrecked, you car doesn't even have a scratch on it, and that handsome, bulky idiot never asked for your insurance. You're still dripping with sweat from the heat. For some reason, part of you still really wants to go to the water park. Maybe the cold, refreshing water will feel good on your sore ass.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On the other hand, you can still see that asshole's car. With the other slowpoke gone, he's become the new one. The cops might take his side, but maybe if they see a poor, defenseless, highly attractive woman has been manhandled you'll have the advantage. You pull up your pants, get in your car, wince in pain as your ass hits the seat, write down his license plate on a notepad and weigh your options.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
**[[Pass_the_slowpoke%3F|Forget that guy. Drive past him and get to the water park. You've earned some fun.]]&lt;br /&gt;
**[[This isn't over! Call the cops on that jerk!]]&lt;br /&gt;
**[[Don't let him escape! Catch up and confront him again!]]&lt;br /&gt;
**[[Oops!_You're_Naked!|Too much excitement for one day. Time to go back home.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/He_gets_super-mad</id>
		<title>He gets super-mad</title>
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				<updated>2022-02-01T19:20:15Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''Status: (barely) Clothed &amp;amp; Overheated and Cowering'''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You can't really make out what this brawny, athletic stranger is say as he spits while screaming, but you're pretty sure it isn't good. The firery look in his bulging eyes as his face turns bright red could make a Marine faint. The way he looms over you makes it feel like he's a hundred feet tall and you're a smurf. You have no idea what he'll do next.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[He spanks your ass]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[You run away into the woods]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[You start crying and he starts to listen]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Sure,_I_can_do_it!</id>
		<title>Sure, I can do it!</title>
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				<updated>2022-02-01T02:59:41Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''Status: Naked &amp;amp; Horny &amp;amp; Under Assault'''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You start sucking the guy's dick. His girthy cock fills up your mouth and you can taste the sweat and precum pooling up inside it. He pulls out, and another guy replaces him. The process repeats itself over and over, and soon becomes just another part of the gangbang you're at the center of. The boys all rotate their duties, picking different holes to fuck and bending you into different positions. This lasts for what feels like an hour.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You then feel it's about time to stop, but no one wants to let you go.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What shall you do?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Just let go of everything and stand up.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Someone passes by and calls the security.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Give up and let them keep going]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Beg_him_to_drive_you_home._You_need_a_hot_shower_and_an_ice_pack.</id>
		<title>Beg him to drive you home. You need a hot shower and an ice pack.</title>
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				<updated>2022-02-01T01:36:18Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;HoooOOooome...&amp;quot; is all you can muster to say before your collapses into the backseat again. You look back to the huge man behind you, and he looks like he just saw a ghost. His eyes shift all around, looking like a child who just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He seems to be at least a little bit guilty. He grabs you by the arms and sits you up, then buckles you in with a seat belt. Sitting on your sore, swollen ass hurts, but you're numb enough that you can bare it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In about forty minutes, you arrive back at your home. Your head has finally stopped spinning, but your ass still feels like a keg of dynamite blew up inside it. In your dried up, shriveled and soaked up micro-bikini, you limp out of his car and to your door. Watching you stumble and nearly fall, he rushes out to steady you and walks you over to the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Uhhh, are you okay? Do I need to, like... call an ambulance?&amp;quot; He asks.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Urgh, don't flatter yourself.&amp;quot; You answer back, scoffing. &amp;quot;I'll be fine, I went through this every other week back in my party days. But next time you fuck a girl, don't be such a meathead about it!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The man nods in agreement and walks back to his car. You open the door and walk straight to bed, collapsing face first. The next day, you found out your car was towed, you have tickets for disorderly conduct, public nudity, lewd conduct, and traffic violations. Tons of people also saw the whole thing, and now there's footage all over the internet. You believe the current title is &amp;quot;Hot big-titty bimbo gets buttfucked in car after traffic accident.&amp;quot; ''Just stellar''.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But that's all stuff you can deal with in time. Right now, sitting on a giant block of ice in your kitchen, with your (now working) air conditioner on full blast, you just ponder how long it'll take the swelling in your ass to go down.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
THE END &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*''Start again at [[Oops! You're Naked!]]''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*''Head to [[Main Page]]''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Limp_back_to_your_car._You%27ve_earned_a_day_at_the_water_park.</id>
		<title>Limp back to your car. You've earned a day at the water park.</title>
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				<updated>2022-02-01T01:30:22Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;Created page with ''''''Status: Fucked silly, but still mobile'''''  Amazingly, even after that animalistic pounding your ass receive, you're still able to climb back to your feat. You get back to …'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;'''''Status: Fucked silly, but still mobile'''''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Amazingly, even after that animalistic pounding your ass receive, you're still able to climb back to your feat. You get back to your car and reach into the glove box. After all that chaos, you still felt the need to exchange insurance information with the guy who just fucked you like a gorilla.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Some people would call you crazy for still wanting to go to the park. But you think the cold, refreshing, chlorinated water will be the perfect thing to get the swelling down. Plus, it's still hot as hell outside.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You make it to the park fashionably late, but it looks like things are just getting started. The place is still absolutely packed, with people running around all over. So many fun rides and games to pick from! You've got a feeling you're about to have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do you:&lt;br /&gt;
*[[go down the water slide]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[play in the waves]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[get felt up by someone in the crowd]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[go on the surf generator]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Go to the Concession Stand]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Beg_him_to_drive_you_home._You_need_a_hot_shower_and_an_ice_pack.</id>
		<title>Beg him to drive you home. You need a hot shower and an ice pack.</title>
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				<updated>2022-01-31T18:54:55Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;HoooOOooome...&amp;quot; is all you can muster to say before your collapses into the backseat again. You look back to the huge man behind you, and he looks like he just saw a ghost. His eyes shift all around, looking like a child who just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He seems to be at least a little bit guilty. He grabs you by the arms and sits you up, then buckles you in with a seat belt. Sitting on your sore, swollen ass hurts, but you're numb enough that you can bare it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In about forty minutes, you arrive back at your home. Your head has finally stopped spinning, but your ass still feels like a keg of dynamite blew up inside it. In your dried up, shriveled and soaked up micro-bikini, you limp out of his car and to your door. Watching you stumble and nearly fall, he rushes out to steady you and walks you over to the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Uhhh, are you okay? Do I need to, like... call an ambulance?&amp;quot; He asks.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Urgh, don't flatter yourself.&amp;quot; You answer back, scoffing. &amp;quot;I'll be fine, I went through this every other week back in College. But next time you fuck a girl, don't be such a meathead about it!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The man nods in agreement and walks back to his car. You open the door and walk straight to bed, collapsing face first. The next day, you found out your car was towed, you have tickets for disorderly conduct, public nudity, lewd conduct, and traffic violations. Tons of people also saw the whole thing, and now there's footage all over the internet. You believe the current title is &amp;quot;Hot big-titty bimbo gets buttfucked in car after traffic accident.&amp;quot; ''Just stellar''.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But that's all stuff you can deal with in time. Right now, sitting on a giant block of ice in your kitchen, with your (now working) air conditioner on full blast, you just ponder how long it'll take the swelling in your ass to go down.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
THE END &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*''Start again at [[Oops! You're Naked!]]''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*''Head to [[Main Page]]''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Beg_him_to_drive_you_home._You_need_a_hot_shower_and_an_ice_pack.</id>
		<title>Beg him to drive you home. You need a hot shower and an ice pack.</title>
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				<updated>2022-01-31T18:40:45Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;Created page with '&amp;quot;HoooOOooome...&amp;quot; is all you can muster to say before your collapses into the backseat again. You look back to the huge man behind you, and he looks like he just saw a ghost. His …'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;HoooOOooome...&amp;quot; is all you can muster to say before your collapses into the backseat again. You look back to the huge man behind you, and he looks like he just saw a ghost. His eyes shift all around, looking like a child who just got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He seems to be at least a little bit guilty. He grabs you by the arms and sits you up, then buckles you in with a seat belt. Sitting on your sore, swollen ass hurts, but you're numb enough that you can bare it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In about forty minutes, you arrive back at your home. Your head has finally stopped spinning, but your ass still feels like a keg of dynamite blew up inside it. In your dried up, shriveled and soaked up micro-bikini, you limp out of his car and to your door. Watching you stumble and nearly fall, he rushes out to steady you and walks you over to the door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Uhhh, are you okay? Do I need to, like... call an ambulance?&amp;quot; He asks.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Urgh, don't flatter yourself.&amp;quot; You answer back, scoffing. &amp;quot;I'll be fine, I went through this every other week back in College. But next time you fuck a girl, don't be such a meathead about it!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The man nods in agreement and walks back to his car. You open the door and walk straight to bed, collapsing face first. The next day, you found out your car was towed, you have tickets for disorderly conduct, public nudity, lewd conduct, and traffic violations. But that's all stuff you can deal with in time. Right now, sitting on a giant block of ice in your kitchen, with your (now working) air conditioner on full blast, you just ponder how long it'll take the swelling in your ass to go down.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
THE END &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*''Start again at [[Oops! You're Naked!]]''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*''Head to [[Main Page]]''&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Let_the_big_guy_fuck_you</id>
		<title>Let the big guy fuck you</title>
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				<updated>2022-01-31T18:29:02Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;Created page with 'It's obvious you have no other choice. You feel a little shameful as you fold your arms behind your back and blush, nodding your head submissively as you stare at the ground. &amp;quot;O-…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;It's obvious you have no other choice. You feel a little shameful as you fold your arms behind your back and blush, nodding your head submissively as you stare at the ground. &amp;quot;O-okay.&amp;quot; You stutter, biting your lower lip. &amp;quot;I'll do it.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The large man steps closer to you and grabs your chin, forcing you to stare directly at him. &amp;quot;Do what?&amp;quot; he asks you with a smug smirk and a single raised eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;I'll...&amp;quot; you hesitate to answer. You can't believe the words are coming out of your mouth. &amp;quot;I'll let you... f-fuck me...&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A devilish ear-to-ear smile comes across the hulking man's face as grabs you by the shoulder and pulls you close. He gropes one of your breasts and your ass as he shoves his tongue in your mouth and starts aggressively making out with you. People driving by start hollering, jeering and honking as they go past. Before you can say anything, the man effortlessly hikes you over his shoulder and carries you to his wrecked car.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You're thrown clumsily into the back seat like a bag of potatoes. You roll over and see him pull his dick out, massive and throbbing, with a large vein pulsating on the side. You bite your lower lip and grab the fabric of the seats as hard as you can, bracing for what's to come. No backing out now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He crawls into the car and on top of you. Before you know it, he grabs the back of your head and forces his girthy cock down your throat. He furiously fucks your face as you make moans of shock and struggle. It's so hard and thick that you can barely move your tongue around underneath it. Seconds later, he shoves his hand down your pants and starts to finger you. He gently flicks your clit around and rapidly rubs the outsides of your pussy for what feels like several minutes, fucking your face the whole time. He even begins to press his finger against your butthole, rubbing the outside gently as if preparing to violate it too.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When he finally jams his fingers inside you, penetrating your sensitive pussy and making the juices squirt everywhere, you can feel his massive cock buldge in your mouth like its ready to burst. Your whole body is trembling, your head is spinning, you can barely breathe. If you weren't laying down, you'd probably collapse. Suddenly, you feel a sharp, piercing pain from behind as one of her thick sausage fingers jams itself into your butthole. You try to scream in shock, only for it to be muffled by his penis.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You both seem to orgasm as the same time, your whole body goes limp as your pussy explodes, juices pooling all over your legs and soaking your tiny thong. The intense relief you feel as he pulls his hand away only lasts for a split-second as its interrupted by the tremendous orgasm that sends shockwaves of pleasure all over your body.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
His cock shoots a titanic wad of hot, gooey cum in your mouth so thick that you can't even hope to swallow it. It starts leaking out through the sides of your mouth. In the blink of an eye, he pulls his cock right out of your face, and you gasp and gag as a massive glob of semen and spittle falls down and splashes all over your torso, spilling all the way down from your heaving breasts to your trembling thighs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You both hyperventilate. Your hot, heavy breathing seems to heat up the whole car, making thick strands of sweat pour down your already filthy body.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;That was... amazing...&amp;quot; The man grunts. You feel like you're a puddle on the ground, but he looks like he's already up for more. You gulp as he proudly announces &amp;quot;But it's not over yet.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He grabs you by the hips and flips you over on your stomach. You feel his strong, powerful hand effortless pull your tiny little thong panties down to your ankles, your tiny bra disheveled and no longer covering your rock hard nipples. You try to push yourself up to brace for what's next, but your arms feel like noodles and your legs are totally numb.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You let out a high-pitched, pathetic-sounding puppy whine as he announces what will come next:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Time to fuck your ass!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just one finger from this meathead felt like a whole fist. But his gigantic cock pressed into your squirming asshole feelts like a semi-truck. You stick your face in the leather of the backseats and scream. Even heavily lubricated and primed, the first minute or so feels like agony as his hips slam against you, making your butt jiggle with every mighty thrust. Yet, as it goes along, you feel strangely... good? Somehow, despite the pain, every pleasure point in your body feels stimulated. The rougher he treats your fat, tender ass, the better it feels. Your butthole burns with a twisted mix of pleasure and pain.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Things only intensify when he reaches over and starts to finger your pussy again. The sensation of having your pussy pleasured while your ass is drilled is almost mind breaking. Your eyes roll in the back of your head, your toes curl, your tongue slumps out of your mouth like a panting dog. You moan and holler in satisfaction, your entire brain lost in a primal haze of lust.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
His cock erupts again, and you have a thunderous multiple orgasm that feels like a volcano exploding. Your vision goes blurry as you go completely limp. As monster cock leaves your ravaged anus, and a gigantic geyser of cum spills from your ass. The entire backseat is soaking in a stew of your collective cum.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Awww, shit! That was... amazing...&amp;quot; he huffs as he shakes a few drops of cum down on to your already soaked ass. He puts his dick back in his pants and zips up. You try to speak, but the only words that come out are meaningless gurgles.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Alright, that more than makes up for the insurance claims.&amp;quot; The man shrugs, a smirk on his face. &amp;quot;Uhh, can you walk? Or should I drive you home?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Limp back to your car. You've earned a day at the water park.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Beg him to take you home and fuck you more.]]&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Beg him to drive you home. You need a hot shower and an ice pack.]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/He%27ll_let_it_slide_if_you_fuck_him</id>
		<title>He'll let it slide if you fuck him</title>
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				<updated>2022-01-29T13:19:24Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;The burly, broad-shouldered mountain of a man looks you up and down. You can feel his piercing gaze all over your body, barely covered by your tiny little two-piece. You instinctively feel the need to wrap your arms around yourself. You feel strangely exposed, vulnerable. You wanted attention, but you're not sure it was this kind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The man looks up after virtually molesting you with his eyeballs, and speaks, appearing to snap out of his lustful trance for a moment. &amp;quot;Ma'am, you really screwed up my new car. I have insurance, but my rates are gonna skyrocket, and this accident was obviously you fault.&amp;quot; He rambles in a way that sounds rehearsed and memorized. You realize you're probably not the first car he's hit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Now, I could call the cops, I could sue you, or...&amp;quot; a wry smirk comes across his face. &amp;quot;You could give me a little, 'compensation'.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wait...&amp;quot; you speak up. &amp;quot;Are you saying what I think you're...?&amp;quot; you trail off.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He nods with a big toothy grin.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, he's pretty handsome, and a little terrifying. The whole reason you got into this mess in the first place is you were busy playing with yourself instead of watching the road. On the other hand, everything about this seems so sleazy and demeaning, and part of you is scared this big guy will split you in half like tissue paper.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Let the big guy fuck you]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Start an argument]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Get in the car and flee!]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/He%27ll_let_it_slide_if_you_fuck_him</id>
		<title>He'll let it slide if you fuck him</title>
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				<updated>2022-01-29T13:19:08Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;Created page with 'The burly, broad-shouldered mountain of a man looks you up and down. You can feel his piercing gaze all over your body, barely covered by your tiny little two-piece. You instinct…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;The burly, broad-shouldered mountain of a man looks you up and down. You can feel his piercing gaze all over your body, barely covered by your tiny little two-piece. You instinctively feel the need to wrap your arms around yourself. You feel strangely exposed, vulnerable. You wanted attention, but you're not sure it was this kind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The man looks up after virtually molesting you with his eyeballs, and speaks, appearing to snap out of his lustful trance for a moment. &amp;quot;Ma'am, you really screwed up my new car. I have insurance, but my rates are gonna skyrocket, and this accident was obviously you fault.&amp;quot; He rambles in a way that sounds rehearsed and memorized. You realize you're probably not the first car he's hit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Now, I could call the cops, I could sue you, or...&amp;quot; a wry smirk comes across his face. &amp;quot;You could give me a little, 'compensation'.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Wait...&amp;quot; you speak up. &amp;quot;Are you saying what I think you're...?&amp;quot; you trail off.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He nods with a big toothy grin.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Well, he's pretty handsome, and a little terrifying. The whole reason you got into this mess in the first place is you were busy playing with yourself instead of watching the road. On the other hand, everything about this seems so sleazy and demeaning, and part of you is scared this big guy will split you in half like tissue paper.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Let the big guy fuck you]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Start an argument]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Get in the car and flee!]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category: Oops! You're Naked!]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Ongoing_Story%5CYou_don%27t_escape.</id>
		<title>Ongoing Story\You don't escape.</title>
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				<updated>2021-11-06T00:36:18Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;Ending seemed a little too short. I spiced it up a bit.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;==Chapter 14 (Finale): At least this place has air conditioning...==&lt;br /&gt;
You couldn't escape. The small, token gesture of resistance you were able to put up earlier was just a fluke, and now the drugs made you so weak and aroused that you can't even walk in a straight line. The euphoria of the drug was so intense that it turned your entire body into a g-spot. Someone could blow on the back of your neck and make you cum. The other girls were all just as intoxicated as you were. The four of you put together couldn't overpower two young boys, so there was no way you were going to fight off a score when they arrived. Before you knew it, there were about five boys surrounding every girl and defiling them. Your parents were nowhere to be found, and no one was there to save you.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nina, the maid, was a big favorite with the legion of horny teenage boys who came storming in. They squeeze her fat black tits, slapped her ass, drilled her in every hole they could fit a cock into and covered nearly every inch of her body in cum.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tracy, your older sister, who you always looked up to as mature and wise, whined and pleaded in baby talk for the boys to go easy on her. The loud, hard spanking, slapping and biting she received in return was far from what she wanted. Watching her get absolutely destroyed by a horder of throbbing cocks broke your heart.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Julie, your little sister, was extremely popular. The sick bastards didn't care that she was so small and petite, they beat her and fucked her all the same. She was so innocent, she kept asking them what they were doing and what was happening to her body as her small chest was groped and pinched, her little feet were licked and her tiny ass was fucked without mercy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You watched it all go down while at the same time, you lived through it. Boys of every shape and size fucked you in every available hole, as well as your hands and feet. There wasn't a single inch of your body that didn't get manhandled. So much cum spilled all over your petite frame that you could easily be mistaken for both. The boys seemed to love soaking all of you in waves of sticky, smelly cum.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The boys were cruel, insatiable and worst of all, creative. They brought in little costumes to dress you and your siblings up like cats, rabbits and pigs. They brought in bondage gear and sex toys you never even knew existed before, they tied you all up and tortured you with elaborate devices, pulleys and weights. You felt like a hunk of meat in a butcher shop hang up in a window. You girls were their toys.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Not mention the freaky stuff they did: making you four eat their asses, pissing all over you, forcing you to fuck each other while they watched, strangling you until you passed out, pouring hot wax on your bodies. The list went on and on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Its been three long months since that night. Nobody ever came to save you, and between the physical exhausting and the drugging your body never even had a chance. Once their friends came over, it was all over for you and the other girls. You were all gangbanged by a flood of rock-hard athletes and models, as well as some skinny nerds and fat slobs. Your tiny sister Julie was fucked like a cumrag, your vulumptous older sister and thick black maid are little more than cockmeat, and you have lost all sense of self as your whole body was turned into a playground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After the first night was over, your brothers retreated to a small beach house owned by your parents. Your mother and father never asked questions, going away on a cruise and being told you were all sent off to an exclusive private school. Since then, all four of you have become sex slaves, drugged and fucked on a daily basis. Your regular outfits are S&amp;amp;M gear, tight bindings and collars hitched to polls inside every room in the house so you can never get too far. Every part of your body is a different plaything for your brothers and their horny friends, including your little feet, which are often licked like candy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On a daily basis, the four of you perform depraved sex acts on every male currently in the house. You do stuff even the kinkiest folks would find disgusting. You're forced to play whatever perverted &amp;quot;games&amp;quot; they think of, and you're regularly punished with whippings and spankings on a daily basis. Every hour of the day, the house is filled with the moans and cries of you girls as you're continually debased and defiled. There's still a part of your mind that's normal, that doesn't like this, that's constantly aflame with disgust and shame, but your conscious brain and body have been completely broken, and you've become a near-mindless cockslut like the rest of the girls in the building.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For you, the very worst part is how much you enjoy it all.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''''Bad End.'''''&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Ongoing Story]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Endings]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Ongoing_Story%5CYou_don%27t_escape.</id>
		<title>Ongoing Story\You don't escape.</title>
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				<updated>2020-06-22T06:25:21Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;==Chapter 14 (Finale): At least this place has air conditioning...==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Its been three long months since that night. Nobody ever came to save you, and between the physical exhausting and the drugging your body never even had a chance. Once their friends came over, it was all over for you and the other girls. You were all gangbanged by a flood of rock-hard athletes and models, as well as some skinny nerds and fat slobs. Your tiny sister Julie was fucked like a cumrag, your vulumptous older sister and thick black maid are little more than cockmeat, and you have lost all sense of self as your whole body was turned into a playground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After the first night was over, your brothers retreated to a small beach house owned by your parents. Your mother and father never asked questions, going away on a cruise and being told you were all sent off to an exclusive private school. Since then, all four of you have become sex slaves, drugged and fucked on a daily basis. Your regular outfits are S&amp;amp;M gear, tight bindings and collars hitched to polls inside every room in the house so you can never get too far. Every part of your body is a different plaything for your brothers and their horny friends, including your little feet, which are often licked like candy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On a daily basis, the four of you perform depraved sex acts on every male currently in the house. You do stuff even the kinkiest folks would find disgusting. You're forced to play whatever perverted &amp;quot;games&amp;quot; they think of, and you're regularly punished with whippings and spankings on a daily basis. Every hour of the day, the house is filled with the moans and cries of you girls as you're continually debased and defiled. There's still a part of your mind that's normal, that doesn't like this, that's constantly aflame with disgust and shame, but your concious brain and body have been completely broken, and you've become a near-mindless cockslut like the rest of the girls in the building.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For you, the very worst part is how much you enjoy it all.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''''Bad End.'''''&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Ongoing Story]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Endings]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Ongoing_Story%5CTracy_gets_captured_too</id>
		<title>Ongoing Story\Tracy gets captured too</title>
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				<updated>2020-06-22T06:22:33Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;==Chapter 13: Damsels in Undress==&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Greg! Johnny! What the hell do you think you're doing?!&amp;quot; Tracy shouts out as she steps into the room. Your big sister is absolutely horrified at the sight of Greg and Johnny defiling her two little sisters. With the drug still flowing through your veins you cringe with shame at how much attention you're paying to her curvy. You hold back tears as you can't help but admire her perky breasts barely held in by her tight shirt.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tracy starts shouting at your older brothers as they slowly climb off of you both. She calls them &amp;quot;fucking perverts&amp;quot; and threatens to call the cops, tell their parents and teachers, have them kicked out of school and their lives ruined. Your heart sinks in your chest as they slowly stomp towards her. She tries to back away, but they quickly grab her arms, wild-eyed grins like hyenas eyeing meat. You knew she stayed in this room too long, and it was too late to escape.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Greg pins Tracy to the ground with a loud 'thud!' and Johnny reaches into his goodie bag for a needle full of the drug. As Tracy starts to cry and beg them to let her go, tears roll down your face. You look over at Julie to see she's covering her eyes and helplessly rubbing her legs together, as if trying to scratch an itch. Neither of you can stand up, you can't even move, the drug made you too weak.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The needle gets stuck into Tracy's neck, and in seconds flat her whole body goes limp. She starts moaning loudly and breathing as hard as humanly possible. Johnny and Greg rip away at her clothes like cheap tissue paper, turning it into shreds on the floor. She wasn't wearing any underwear, so an instant her naked body is on full display. You can catch a perfect glimpse of her sweaty, naked form and her erect nipples.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Johnny starts raping Tracy up the ass, his hips slamming down on her making her plump rear bounce with every thrust as she starts tearfully, shamefully begging for more. Greg, meanwhile, grabs you and lifts you up, plopping you down on your little sister. The innocent, terrified look in her eyes makes you sick. You hug her tight and tell her everything is going to be alright, and Greg slips his gigantic cock between your pussies and starts rubbing it between you, all as his big hands rub all over your bodies, groping, pinching and slapping away at them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The next few hours are a mix between your most erotic fantasy and your worst nightmare. The boys spend what feels like forever switching between you and your sisters, forcing you to suck, fuck and kiss them, putting you into all kinds of crazy positions, shouting horrible things at you and nearly drowning you in cum. Not a single inch of any of your bodies isn't covered in hot, sticky jizz. The bastards even wake up Nina and get her in on the action. The boys pile you up like meat and drill you with their dicks. The pleasure and pain is so intense you swear you go blind for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Its all a haze by this point. All you can process is hands, strong arms, heavy breathing, warm flesh and big muscles all over you. The soft, supple breasts and butt of Tracy and Nina and the petite, small chest and rear of your little sister Julie are all playthings for your brothers, the booming moans of you and the other girls fill the air. You find yourself sandwich between your two brothers, smashing you just as hard as they did to Nina hours ago. Even little Julie isn't safe from being throttled, fucked in every hole and slobbered all over. You don't know what your mind or body are doing anymore, all you can tell is you're grabbing body parts, rubbing them, squeezing them. Every girl in the room is absolutely ravaged by your horny brothers.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
By the time it turns to night, the boys seem to be wearing out. You sigh with relief and try to swallow down your disappointment as you realize it can't go on much longer, they have to sleep sometime, right?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, bro, this is so fucking awesome, but I'm a bit spent.&amp;quot; Greg says. &amp;quot;What do you say we call some friends over and let them take a turn with these little sluts?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ah, that's an awesome idea! I was just gonna let 'em go.&amp;quot; Johnny laughs. &amp;quot;Better to keep these bitches in their places all day, not let this primo pussy go to waste.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You cringe and sob. They're calling in their friends now? This is terrible. Something has to happen! Someone has to save you, or you have to escape, or the police have to come. You can't just... they can't just...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Ongoing Story\You manage to sneak out|You manage to sneak out]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Ongoing Story\You don't escape.|You don't escape]]&lt;br /&gt;
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[[Category:Ongoing Story]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

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		<title>Ongoing Story\You don't escape.</title>
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				<updated>2020-06-22T06:20:16Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;Created page with 'Its been three long months since that night. Nobody ever came to save you, and between the physical exhausting and the drugging your body never even had a chance. Once their frie…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Its been three long months since that night. Nobody ever came to save you, and between the physical exhausting and the drugging your body never even had a chance. Once their friends came over, it was all over for you and the other girls. You were all gangbanged by a flood of rock-hard athletes and models, as well as some skinny nerds and fat slobs. Your tiny sister Julie was fucked like a cumrag, your vulumptous older sister and thick black maid are little more than cockmeat, and you have lost all sense of self as your whole body was turned into a playground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After the first night was over, your brothers retreated to a small beach house owned by your parents. Your mother and father never asked questions, going away on a cruise and being told you were all sent off to an exclusive private school. Since then, all four of you have become sex slaves, drugged and fucked on a daily basis. Your regular outfits are S&amp;amp;M gear, tight bindings and collars hitched to polls inside every room in the house so you can never get too far. Every part of your body is a different plaything for your brothers and their horny friends, including your little feet, which are often licked like candy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On a daily basis, the four of you perform depraved sex acts on every male currently in the house. You do stuff even the kinkiest folks would find disgusting. You're forced to play whatever perverted &amp;quot;games&amp;quot; they think of, and you're regularly punished with whippings and spankings on a daily basis. Every hour of the day, the house is filled with the moans and cries of you girls as you're continually debased and defiled. There's still a part of your mind that's normal, that doesn't like this, that's constantly aflame with disgust and shame, but your concious brain and body have been completely broken, and you've become a near-mindless cockslut like the rest of the girls in the building.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For you, the very worst part is how much you enjoy it all.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'''''Bad End.'''''&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Ongoing Story]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Endings]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Ongoing_Story%5CTracy_gets_captured_too</id>
		<title>Ongoing Story\Tracy gets captured too</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Greg! Johnny! What the hell do you think you're doing?!&amp;quot; Tracy shouts out as she steps into the room. Your big sister is absolutely horrified at the sight of Greg and Johnny defiling her two little sisters. With the drug still flowing through your veins you cringe with shame at how much attention you're paying to her curvy. You hold back tears as you can't help but admire her perky breasts barely held in by her tight shirt.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tracy starts shouting at your older brothers as they slowly climb off of you both. She calls them &amp;quot;fucking perverts&amp;quot; and threatens to call the cops, tell their parents and teachers, have them kicked out of school and their lives ruined. Your heart sinks in your chest as they slowly stomp towards her. She tries to back away, but they quickly grab her arms, wild-eyed grins like hyenas eyeing meat. You knew she stayed in this room too long, and it was too late to escape.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Greg pins Tracy to the ground with a loud 'thud!' and Johnny reaches into his goodie bag for a needle full of the drug. As Tracy starts to cry and beg them to let her go, tears roll down your face. You look over at Julie to see she's covering her eyes and helplessly rubbing her legs together, as if trying to scratch an itch. Neither of you can stand up, you can't even move, the drug made you too weak.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The needle gets stuck into Tracy's neck, and in seconds flat her whole body goes limp. She starts moaning loudly and breathing as hard as humanly possible. Johnny and Greg rip away at her clothes like cheap tissue paper, turning it into shreds on the floor. She wasn't wearing any underwear, so an instant her naked body is on full display. You can catch a perfect glimpse of her sweaty, naked form and her erect nipples.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Johnny starts raping Tracy up the ass, his hips slamming down on her making her plump rear bounce with every thrust as she starts tearfully, shamefully begging for more. Greg, meanwhile, grabs you and lifts you up, plopping you down on your little sister. The innocent, terrified look in her eyes makes you sick. You hug her tight and tell her everything is going to be alright, and Greg slips his gigantic cock between your pussies and starts rubbing it between you, all as his big hands rub all over your bodies, groping, pinching and slapping away at them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The next few hours are a mix between your most erotic fantasy and your worst nightmare. The boys spend what feels like forever switching between you and your sisters, forcing you to suck, fuck and kiss them, putting you into all kinds of crazy positions, shouting horrible things at you and nearly drowning you in cum. Not a single inch of any of your bodies isn't covered in hot, sticky jizz. The bastards even wake up Nina and get her in on the action. The boys pile you up like meat and drill you with their dicks. The pleasure and pain is so intense you swear you go blind for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Its all a haze by this point. All you can process is hands, strong arms, heavy breathing, warm flesh and big muscles all over you. The soft, supple breasts and butt of Tracy and Nina and the petite, small chest and rear of your little sister Julie are all playthings for your brothers, the booming moans of you and the other girls fill the air. You find yourself sandwich between your two brothers, smashing you just as hard as they did to Nina hours ago. Even little Julie isn't safe from being throttled, fucked in every hole and slobbered all over. You don't know what your mind or body are doing anymore, all you can tell is you're grabbing body parts, rubbing them, squeezing them. Every girl in the room is absolutely ravaged by your horny brothers.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
By the time it turns to night, the boys seem to be wearing out. You sigh with relief and try to swallow down your disappointment as you realize it can't go on much longer, they have to sleep sometime, right?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, bro, this is so fucking awesome, but I'm a bit spent.&amp;quot; Greg says. &amp;quot;What do you say we call some friends over and let them take a turn with these little sluts?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ah, that's an awesome idea! I was just gonna let 'em go.&amp;quot; Johnny laughs. &amp;quot;Better to keep these bitches in their places all day, not let this primo pussy go to waste.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You cringe and sob. They're calling in their friends now? This is terrible. Something has to happen! Someone has to save you, or you have to escape, or the police have to come. You can't just... they can't just...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Ongoing Story\You manage to sneak out|You manage to sneak out]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Ongoing Story\You don't escape.|You don't escape]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Ongoing Story]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Ongoing_Story%5CTracy_gets_captured_too</id>
		<title>Ongoing Story\Tracy gets captured too</title>
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		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;Created page with '&amp;quot;Greg! Johnny! What the hell do you think you're doing?!&amp;quot; Tracy shouts out as she steps into the room. Your big sister is absolutely horrified at the sight of Greg and Johnny def…'&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Greg! Johnny! What the hell do you think you're doing?!&amp;quot; Tracy shouts out as she steps into the room. Your big sister is absolutely horrified at the sight of Greg and Johnny defiling her two little sisters. With the drug still flowing through your veins you cringe with shame at how much attention you're paying to her curvy. You hold back tears as you can't help but admire her perky breasts barely held in by her tight shirt.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tracy starts shouting at your older brothers as they slowly climb off of you both. She calls them &amp;quot;fucking perverts&amp;quot; and threatens to call the cops, tell their parents and teachers, have them kicked out of school and their lives ruined. Your heart sinks in your chest as they slowly stomp towards her. She tries to back away, but they quickly grab her arms, wild-eyed grins like hyenas eyeing meat. You knew she stayed in this room too long, and it was too late to escape.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Greg pins Tracy to the ground with a loud 'thud!' and Johnny reaches into his goodie bag for a needle full of the drug. As Tracy starts to cry and beg them to let her go, tears roll down your face. You look over at Julie to see she's covering her eyes and helplessly rubbing her legs together, as if trying to scratch an itch. Neither of you can stand up, you can't even move, the drug made you too weak.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The needle gets stuck into Tracy's neck, and in seconds flat her whole body goes limp. She starts moaning loudly and breathing as hard as humanly possible. Johnny and Greg rip away at her clothes like cheap tissue paper, turning it into shreds on the floor. She wasn't wearing any underwear, so an instant her naked body is on full display. You can catch a perfect glimpse of her sweaty, naked form and her erect nipples.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Johnny starts raping Tracy up the ass, his hips slamming down on her making her plump rear bounce with every thrust as she starts tearfully, shamefully begging for more. Greg, meanwhile, grabs you and lifts you up, plopping you down on your little sister. The innocent, terrified look in her eyes makes you sick. You hug her tight and tell her everything is going to be alright, and Greg slips his gigantic cock between your pussies and starts rubbing it between you, all as his big hands rub all over your bodies, groping, pinching and slapping away at them.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The next few hours are a mix between your most erotic fantasy and your worst nightmare. The boys spend what feels like forever switching between you and your sisters, forcing you to suck, fuck and kiss them, putting you into all kinds of crazy positions, shouting horrible things at you and nearly drowning you in cum. Not a single inch of any of your bodies isn't covered in hot, sticky jizz. The bastards even wake up Nina and get her in on the action. The boys pile you up like meat and drill you with their dicks. The pleasure and pain is so intense you swear you go blind for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
By the time it turns to night, the boys seem to be wearing out. You sigh with relief and try to swallow down your disappointment as you realize it can't go on much longer, they have to sleep sometime, right?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Hey, bro, this is so fucking awesome, but I'm a bit spent.&amp;quot; Greg says. &amp;quot;What do you say we call some friends over and let them take a turn with these little sluts?&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ah, that's an awesome idea! I was just gonna let 'em go.&amp;quot; Johnny laughs. &amp;quot;Better to keep these bitches in their places all day, not let this primo pussy go to waste.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You cringe and sob. They're calling in their friends now? This is terrible. Something has to happen! Someone has to save you, or you have to escape, or the police have to come. You can't just... they can't just...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Ongoing Story\You manage to sneak out|You manage to sneak out]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Ongoing Story\You don't escape.|You don't escape]]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Ongoing Story]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Ongoing_Story%5CResist_Greg_and_Johnny</id>
		<title>Ongoing Story\Resist Greg and Johnny</title>
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				<updated>2020-06-19T20:05:18Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;==Chapter 12: 'No' means 'Uh Oh!'==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nnn... mmph!&amp;quot; you pull away as the cock pushes against your pursed lips. Even with the drugs in your system, something inside you causes you to resist. You can't do this! You... you won't!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Johnny comes up from behind and grabs you by the arms, he slams your face down on to Greg's stomach, hurting you. &amp;quot;You're gonna pay for that, you little bitch!&amp;quot; Greg proclaims. The two force you on to the floor in prone position and Greg forces your mouth open. Greg smashes his dick into your face hard, forcibly throat-fucking you. The pain is intense and dizzying, but the chemicals in your blood make it all feel like ecstasy. Your brain feels like it's been split in two: one half that hates this and one that loves it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Greg finally shoots his hot, steaming cum wad into your quivering throat, gagging you and forcing you to swallow a giant glob of jizz. As he unseathes his throbbing member from your throat, your other brother Johnny sitting on your back and pinning you to the floor, a big stream of leftover jizz strings out of your mouth, and another pools all over the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Greg stands up, laughing and cracking his knuckles. Johnny drags your pelvis upwards and starts dry-humping your ass, making you screech and squeal. &amp;quot;You made a big mistake, you sexy little slut.&amp;quot; Greg insults you. &amp;quot;Since you don't like playing by the rules, we'll have to up the ante a bit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As Greg shoves your face into the carpet and begins rubbing his big cock between your tight, petite ass cheeks, you notice Greg starts walking towards Julie. One of his hands gropes her chest, the other goes down to her little pussy and starts fingering it. Julie wakes up from her deep sleeping, looking around in terror and confusing as Greg pinches her nipple and flicks her clit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahn! Nnh! B-b-big brother, what are you doing to me?&amp;quot; your little sister asks, her eyes glazed over, squealing and squirming. &amp;quot;Wh-what's happening? I... ngh! Uhn!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;N-No! Not her! Please! Punish me instead! I-it's my fault!&amp;quot; You tearfully beg one horny, muscular brother as the other squeezes your wrists tight and continues to slam into you from behind.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sorry, little cumslut, but you broke the rules, so we had to bring in someone who'd play fair!&amp;quot; Greg laughs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Greg continues to defile your innocent little sister. She whines and moans as Greg's hands rub all over her, squishing and slapping noises fill the air as her high-pitched, soft little voice squeaks in fear and confusion. She wiggles around as the drug causes her whole body to seize in pleasure. Johnny, meanwhile, is still going to town on you, fucking your ass like a race horse as you howl and holler in the strangest mix of pain and pleasure you've ever felt.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just then, your older sister, Tracy, enters the room, horrified at what she sees.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Ongoing Story\Tracy runs off to get help|Tracy runs off to get help]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[Ongoing Story\Tracy gets captured too|Tracy gets captured too]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Ongoing Story]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

	<entry>
		<id>http://72.14.177.54/Create_your_own_story/Ongoing_Story%5CResist_Greg_and_Johnny</id>
		<title>Ongoing Story\Resist Greg and Johnny</title>
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				<updated>2020-06-19T20:04:21Z</updated>
		
		<summary type="html">&lt;p&gt;GeorgeWillows:&amp;#32;Created page with '==Chapter 12: 'No' means 'Uh Oh!'==  &amp;quot;Nnn... mmph!&amp;quot; you pull away as the cock pushes against your pursed lips. Even with the drugs in your system, something inside you causes you…'&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;hr /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;==Chapter 12: 'No' means 'Uh Oh!'==&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Nnn... mmph!&amp;quot; you pull away as the cock pushes against your pursed lips. Even with the drugs in your system, something inside you causes you to resist. You can't do this! You... you won't!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Johnny comes up from behind and grabs you by the arms, he slams your face down on to Greg's stomach, hurting you. &amp;quot;You're gonna pay for that, you little bitch!&amp;quot; Greg proclaims. The two force you on to the floor in prone position and Greg forces your mouth open. Greg smashes his dick into your face hard, forcibly throat-fucking you. The pain is intense and dizzying, but the chemicals in your blood make it all feel like ecstasy. Your brain feels like it's been split in two: one half that hates this and one that loves it.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Greg finally shoots his hot, steaming cum wad into your quivering throat, gagging you and forcing you to swallow a giant glob of jizz. As he unseathes his throbbing member from your throat, your other brother Johnny sitting on your back and pinning you to the floor, a big stream of leftover jizz strings out of your mouth, and another pools all over the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Greg stands up, laughing and cracking his knuckles. Johnny drags your pelvis upwards and starts dry-humping your ass, making you screech and squeal. &amp;quot;You made a big mistake, you sexy little slut.&amp;quot; Greg insults you. &amp;quot;Since you don't like playing by the rules, we'll have to up the ante a bit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As Greg shoves your face into the carpet and begins rubbing his big cock between your tight, petite ass cheeks, you notice Greg starts walking towards Julie. One of his hands gropes her chest, the other goes down to her little pussy and starts fingering it. Julie wakes up from her deep sleeping, looking around in terror and confusing as Greg pinches her nipple and flicks her clit.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Ahn! Nnh! B-b-big brother, what are you doing to me?&amp;quot; your little sister asks, her eyes glazed over, squealing and squirming. &amp;quot;Wh-what's happening? I... ngh! Uhn!&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;N-No! Not her! Please! Punish me instead! I-it's my fault!&amp;quot; You tearfully beg one horny, muscular brother as the other squeezes your wrists tight and continues to slam into you from behind.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;quot;Sorry, little cumslut, but you broke the rules, so we had to bring in someone who'd play fair!&amp;quot; Greg laughs.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Greg continues to defile your innocent little sister. She whines and moans as Greg's hands rub all over her, squishing and slapping noises fill the air as her high-pitched, soft little voice squeaks in fear and confusion. She wiggles around as the drug causes her whole body to seize in pleasure. Johnny, meanwhile, is still going to town on you, fucking your ass like a race horse as you howl and holler in the strangest mix of pain and pleasure you've ever felt.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Just then, your older sister, Tracy, enters the room, horrified at what she sees.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
*[[Ongoing Story\Tracy runs off to get help]] &lt;br /&gt;
*[[Ongoing Story\Tracy gets captured too]]&lt;br /&gt;
[[Category:Ongoing Story]]&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
		<author><name>GeorgeWillows</name></author>	</entry>

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