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Blackmail: Enough's enough. Get out of here and go to your room.

Alberich — Thu, 06 Nov 2014 21:44:04 GMT

Alberich: Created page with ''''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' You flounce out of Ray's room, steamed and determined. He tries knocking on your door. You say a bad word and he goes aw…'

'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' 

You flounce out of Ray's room, steamed and determined. He tries knocking on your door. You say a bad word and he goes away.

Sure enough, the little shit carries out his threat, showing mom the cum-stained clothes he "found" in the hamper. It's less than twenty minutes when you're called down for interrogation. By the time Dad gets home, your mother's wormed the whole story out of you - beginning to end. She's angry at you. Dad's angry at T. He is determined to get "that boy" punished for what he's done.

(Ray also gets his for snooping around your clothes...he gets a good talking-to and is grounded from videogames for a month; but it's not the same pickle you're in.)

Things don't work out the way Dad wants. T denies everything, he's not giving up DNA voluntarily, the school doesn't want the police involved, and the police don't want themselves involved. And in the process of reporting everything, and making you do it, your parents ensure that the whole cheating thing comes out - with you implicating yourself - and while T denies everything, you are definitely on the hook. You're suspended.

While you're suspended, a new video goes viral among your classmates. It's images of Japanese cartoon porn, but the audio is T's recording of your unmistakable voice talking dirty to him. Your parents are computer-illiterate and might never have found it; but under the circumstances the teachers decide to report it. Before it's all over, you're too embarrassed to go back to school. Your academic career doesn't end well. You settle for a GED and get your first job at a truck stop.

And yet it isn't the end of the world. It's honest work if you do it honestly - and while you may have a slut-from-hell reputation among your old classmates, ''you'' know you didn't give T more than a little of what he wanted, and it's up to you to decide whether to live up to that reputation or not. You've broken out of the cycle of blackmail, so for that story, this is

THE END.

[[Category: Blackmail]]
[[Category: Endings]]

Blackmail: Try to encourage him to keep up the blackmail.

Alberich — Thu, 06 Nov 2014 01:16:45 GMT

Alberich: Created page with ''''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' Fuck it. You've learned something about yourself, what you are and what you want. You've got a chance to explore it, and who's t…'

'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''

Fuck it. You've learned something about yourself, what you are and what you want. You've got a chance to explore it, and who's to say that's wrong? It's your life, after all...

You let T's soft cock pop out of your mouth, rock back a little on your knees, fold your hands between your legs, and give him your most soulful, pathetic look. You speak in a tiny, humble voice. "Please, T, you won't tell anyone about the test, will you? I just couldn't take that."

Your small-singing and your helpless-kitten attitude put him in just the frame of mind you secretly wanted. He curls his mouth into a sneer. "Not so long as you keep doing what I want. Whenever I want. Get it?"

You nod vigorously.

Days pass and life goes on. One or two nights a week and every weekend you're imperiously summoned over to T's house, where you strip to the skin and submit to his every whim. He loves to make you talk dirty, and describe yourself as his slutty dog whore and cock worshipper. Sometimes he records the sessions, both for jerk-off fodder and additional blackmail material. Within the first week he's fucked you in every hole you have. You keep up your studies and squeak by with C's...but it's hard to concentrate on school crap when you're always daydreaming about your new life as T's sex slave.

After a couple of weeks of that he gets bolder, making you meet him during lunch and other breaks at school, for a quick grope or a boy's room blowjob. He likes to have you jerk him off onto your belly in the morning, then order you not to wash it off all day. "So you'll have a little bit of me with you." As you submit to him week after week, he grows more confident in his mastery...and you're turned on all the more.

When the school year ends, T graduates and heads off to college in another state. Confident in his ability to find a ''real'' girlfriend now, he dumps you unceremoniously and won't return texts or voicemails. The one silver lining is that he won't share out those recordings -- the way he feels now, he's not keen to let people know he was with you.

Still, word has gotten around. In a high school like yours you can't keep a thing like that completly secret. The other kids may not know the whole backstory, but they know you and T were an "item," and one or two spied on your schooltime trysts and saw how humbly you obeyed that zit-faced geek. You've gotten a reputation as a slutbag with no standards. Your friends, your old friends, drop away or grow distant. Boys get aggressive...even loser boys who don't think they have a chance with anyone else.

It's up to you where you go from here as you finish out school. Maybe you'll try to build back your old rep, concentrate on your studies, forget about T and all of it...or maybe you'll embrace your new reputation, and dare the world to care while you take every cock you want. And worry about what it means for adult life later on.

Whatever you choose, for our blackmail tale, this is

THE END.

[[Category: Blackmail]]
[[Category: Endings]]

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'''Requirements:''' ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''

Blackmail: Swallow every drop.

Alberich — Thu, 06 Nov 2014 00:47:22 GMT

Alberich: Created page with ''''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' Closing your eyes, you wrap your arms around T's thighs, give a slight moan, and gently suckle T's softening cock. The cum in your…'

'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''

Closing your eyes, you wrap your arms around T's thighs, give a slight moan, and gently suckle T's softening cock. The cum in your throat goes down the little red lane, and the rest will soon join it. Your hand falls between your thighs and you realize...you're wet.

Shame and confusion fight an invisible battle between you. Mr. Sick-o here just forced you to blow him off on pain of public shame and expulsion. You did what you had to...and more...and your body says you liked it.

You've got the initiative right now. Like it or not you've got a decision to make:

*[[Blackmail: Get dressed and go home before he thinks of something else. | Get dressed and go home before he thinks of something else.]]
*[[Blackmail: Try to encourage him to keep up the blackmail. | Try to encourage him to keep up the blackmail.]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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'''Requirements:''' ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''

Blackmail: Grit your teeth and suck T's cock.

Alberich — Thu, 06 Nov 2014 00:38:10 GMT

Alberich: Created page with ''''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' You turn around on your knees and face the head of T's cock. It's a little shiny with precum - your words alone, and your helples…'

'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''

You turn around on your knees and face the head of T's cock. It's a little shiny with precum - your words alone, and your helplessness, have given him a raging boner. Plus, you think, the very idea of having any girl at all, or even seeing one naked -- the pimply-faced pervert isn't getting any any other way.

"Go on," he says. "Suck me. Now."

Well, if he's that excited, at least it won't take long. You stretch your jaws wide, take his cock between your teeth, and start thrusting your head back and forth. "Suck it," he says, "suck it good and hard." Well, you are. And in less than a minute, before your neck's even starting to hurt, a burst of pungent cum fills your mouth.

He hasn't given you any instructions, and you have only a moment to decide what you're going to do...

*[[Blackmail: Spit it out, already. He's had what he's getting. | Spit it out, already. He's had what he's getting.]]
*[[Blackmail: Swallow every drop. | Swallow every drop.]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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'''Requirements:''' ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''

Blackmail: Read out the messages as they flash up on the screen.

Alberich — Sun, 02 Nov 2014 04:07:45 GMT

Alberich: Created page with ''''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' You choke out the words. "My name is (your name here), and I am a slut." He clicks a handheld clicker, and a new message comes …'

'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''

You choke out the words. "My name is (your name here), and I am a slut."

He clicks a handheld clicker, and a new message comes up. You read it in anger:

"I am a slut and I know it."

He clicks again. You pratically hiss.

"I am a slutty dog bitch and I know it."

He's rubbing the bulge in his pants as he clicks on more for you to read. The anger isn't helping. Maybe if you try tired and bored.

"Okay, I am a slutty dog bitch and I love to spread my legs."

"Fine, I love cock and I want it night and day."

The tone doesn't turn him off. He's behind you now, and you can hear his fly unzip. Uh-oh.

"I suck cocks in the guys' toilet. I ALWAYS swallow their cum." Wait a minute, you didn't have to put that extra stress on the "always" just because he capitalized it.

Click. "I want to suck YOUR cock." Click. "I want to lick your sweaty balls." Click. "I want your balls in my mouth." Click. "I want to kiss your cock." Click. "I want your cum. I want all your cum. I want to drink your cum. I want your cum in my mouth right now."

You're tired of overacting how tired you sound. You catch yourself getting into it...sounding like you mean it...then remember where you are, who is here, and what a bad idea that would be.

But it may have gone too far already. Alarmed, you realize he's been walking up closer as you read the messages out, and you can feel his body heat on your skin. That means that thing of his must be practically touching you. Yuck!

"Okay," he says. "If you want it so bad, I'll let you." He clicks the clicker again. The message on the screen says, "Yes, please, please let me suck it."

*[[Blackmail: Grit your teeth and suck T's cock. | Grit your teeth and suck T's cock.]]
*[[Blackmail: "No way, pervert. Jerk it if you have to." | "No way, pervert. Jerk it if you have to."]]
*[[Blackmail: "No way, damn you. Enough's enough. I'm getting dressed and leaving." | "No way, damn you. Enough's enough. I'm getting dressed and leaving."]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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'''Requirements:''' ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''

Hot and Horny/Fuck Miranda in her abused pussy

Alberich — Mon, 20 Jan 2014 08:25:20 GMT

Alberich:

Her cunt looks plenty juicy, and she's smeared with other guys' jizz. And the way you're feeling right now you really don't care. You take a look over at Chad but he's not leaving, and you're not in a position to start ordering him around. Not after what you've just let him and all his friends do. And besides, you really want to make the squad...

So you get your belt off and your pants down, exposing your raging hardon. You lick your hand heavily and smear some spit on your cock -- she's going to need lube at this point for sure -- and you get hold of her waist to steady her as you prepare to take her from behind. ass.

"Mmmmmm," moans Miranda, as she gets ready for one more cock. "Fuck me. Fuck my slutty cunt."

Apparently, your teammates have been teaching her some new vocabulary! Well, you've already got your pants down and your cock sticking out with Chad watching. No use having an attack of conscience now. You poke your moist head rigt at the gate and feel the wetness still there -- and then you push your way in.

"That's it, Josh!" says Chad. "Fuck that slut!"

"Josh...?" She's stunned.

"Yeah, sis, it's okay, I'm here..."

"He's right," says Chad. "Josh is on the team too! So he gets it too. Be a good football slut. For him too!" She's apparently persuaded because she doesn't object anymore, and besides, you're already pumping her and she can't say much besides grunting at your touch, and the reverting to the words she's been learning from your teammates. "Oh, yeah, fuck me, fuck my cunt, ''fuck'' my cunt!"

There's something wrong here but this isn't the time to think. This is the time to fuck. So you pump away at your way-jailbait sister with another dude watching.
And ''click!'' taking pictures...no time to think. Too late to worry now! You speed up your pumps, she speeds up her dirty talk, and in a minute or two you're gushing cum into your sister.

You pull your stiffening prick out, already feeling hotfaced with shame. What the fuck have you just done? She's ''way'' too young...isn't she?...

"Mmmmm, fuck me," she says. Oh, God. All these perverts ought to be in jail for what they've just done. But now you've done it yourself too, and Chad's got a pic that means you won't escape...fear tightens your asshole and shrinks your cock to pea-size as you hastily get your pants up and fastened. No, you really can't get the cops involved.

...and besides, Chad's promised to help you make the squad. And you really want to make the squad. So you pat your sister's still-raised ass cheek and say, "Come on, sis, it's time to get dressed and go home."

"Fuck me," she says.

"Everyone's done that now. Time to go home." You help her get dressed.

"Hey, thanks, dawg," says Chad. "Your little sister's as big a sport as Jessica and maybe bigger. This is gonna be a great year!"

"Later," you say ambiguously, as you help Miranda to dress. You need time to think. And you need to get out of here before anyone else walks in, or checks out this house...

*[[Hot and Horny/Take Miranda home and apologize to her.|Take Miranda home and apologize to her.]]
*[[Hot and Horny/Take Miranda home and don't say anything.|Take Miranda home and don't say anything.]]
*[[Hot and Horny/Take Miranda home and indoctrinate her in the Way of the Slut.|Take Miranda home and indoctrinate her in the Way of the Slut.]]

{{HotStatus|who=Josh, age 15}}
[[Category:Hot and Horny]]

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Alberich — Sun, 19 Jan 2014 07:13:46 GMT

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Hot and Horny/Fuck Miranda in her abused pussy

Alberich — Fri, 17 Jan 2014 21:03:28 GMT

Alberich: Created page with 'Her cunt looks plenty juicy, and she's smeared with other guys' jizz. And the way you're feeling right now you really don't care. You take a look over at Chad but he's not leav…'

Her cunt looks plenty juicy, and she's smeared with other guys' jizz. And the way you're feeling right now you really don't care. You take a look over at Chad but he's not leaving, and you're not in a position to start ordering him around. Not after what you've just let him and all his friends do. And besides, you really want to make the squad...

So you get your belt off and your pants down, exposing your raging hardon. You lick your hand heavily and smear some spit on your cock -- she's going to need lube at this point for sure -- and you get hold of her waist to steady her as you prepare to take her from behind. ass.

"Mmmmmm," moans Miranda, as she gets ready for one more cock. "Fuck me. Fuck my slutty cunt."

Apparently, your teammates have been teaching her some new vocabulary! Well, you've already got your pants down and your cock sticking out with Chad watching. No use having an attack of conscience now. You poke your moist head rigt at the gate and feel the wetness still there -- and then you push your way in.

"That's it, Josh!" says Chad. "Fuck that slut!"

"Josh...?" She's stunned.

"Yeah, sis, it's okay, I'm here..."

"He's right," says Chad. "Josh is on the team too! So he gets it too. Be a good football slut. For him too!" She's apparently persuaded because she doesn't object anymore, and besides, you're already pumping her and she can't say much besides grunting at your touch, and the reverting to the words she's been learning from your teammates. "Oh, yeah, fuck me, fuck my cunt, ''fuck'' my cunt!"

There's something wrong here but this isn't the time to think. This is the time to fuck. So you pump away at your way-jailbait sister with another dude watching.
And ''click!'' taking pictures...no time to think. Too late to worry now! You speed up your pumps, she speeds up her dirty talk, and in a minute or two you're gushing cum into your sister.

You pull your stiffening prick out, already feeling hotfaced with shame. What the fuck have you just done? She's ''way'' too young...isn't she?...

"Mmmmm, fuck me," she says. Oh, God. All these perverts ought to be in jail for what they've just done. But now you've done it yourself too, and Chad's got a pic that means you won't escape...fear tightens your asshole and shrinks your cock to pea-size as you hastily get your pants up and fastened. No, you really can't get the cops involved.

...and besides, Chad's promised to help you make the squad. And you really want to make the squad. So you pat your sister's still-raised ass cheek and say, "Come on, sis, it's time to get dressed and go home."

"Fuck me," she says.

"Everyone's done that now. Time to go home." You help her get dressed.

"Hey, thanks, dawg," says Chad. "Your little sister's as big a sport as Jessica and maybe bigger. This is gonna be a great year!"

"Later," you say ambiguously, as you help Miranda to dress. You need time to think. And you need to get out of here before anyone else walks in, or checks out this house...

*[[Hot and Horny/Take Miranda home and apologize to her.|Take Miranda home and apologize to her.]]
*[[Hot and Horny/Take Miranda home and don't say anything.|Take Miranda home and don't say anything.]]
*[[Hot and Horny/Take Miranda home and indoctrinate her in the Way of the Slut.|Take Miranda hoe and indoctrinate her in the Way of the Slut.]]

{{HotStatus|who=Josh, age 15}}
[[Category:Hot and Horny]]

Tell Chad it's your turn

Alberich — Fri, 17 Jan 2014 20:53:04 GMT

Alberich:

Seeing your sister Miranda like this is just way too tempting as you pull down your pants and chad just gives you an unsure look and smiles.

You position yourself behind your sister and look down rubbing your cock and there's only one thing to do now.

*[[Hot and Horny/Fuck Miranda in her tight ass|Fuck Miranda in her tight ass.]]

*[[Hot and Horny/Fuck Miranda in her abused pussy|Fuck Miranda in her abused pussy.]]

{{HotStatus|who=Josh, age 15}}
[[Category:Hot and Horny]]

Hot and Horny/Fuck Miranda in her tight ass

Alberich — Fri, 17 Jan 2014 20:52:22 GMT

Alberich:

Her cunt looks plenty juicy, but it's juicy with other guys' jizz. They don't mind slopping their dicks in it, but you've got her other virginity to take.

"Hey, Chad, man," you say, "throw me some KY, willya?" He trots into the bathroom and comes back with a tube of lube. You were kind of hoping he'd take the hint and leave you to this one alone, but apparently he's feeling like a dick tonight, or he's turned on by watching his buddy fuck his little underage sister up the ass.

You get your belt undone and your pants and jockey shorts down. You smear the stuff all over your cockhead, and gently massage a big dollop of it into her crack. "Mmmmmm," she moans, as she gets ready for one more cock. "Fuck me. Fuck my slutty cunt."

Apparently, your teammates have been teaching her some new vocabulary! Well, you've already got your pants down and your cock sticking out with Chad watching. No use having an attack of conscience now.

"It's okay, sis, there's another way to do it too..."

"Josh...?" She's stunned.

"He's right," says Chad. "You can't be a good little slut unless you take it in the butt too. All three ways on your first night! That makes you ''extra'' special. The guys'll be talking about you all year." That last part is true enough.

It doesn't take long to talk your ingenuous little sis into reaching back and spreading her asscheeks for you. You grip her waist to steady her and push your way in. God, she's tight! "oooOOOOoooo!" she cries as you park your dick in her secret back way. You grab one of her arms as well as her waist as you start to move. "Oh, ah, oh, ''fuck'', ah, ''fuck''..." she grunts and cries as you get your rhythm going. Fortunately for her, you're incredibly excited on several levels...you're not just assfucking a cute little girl, who's wayyyy underage jailbait, but it's your own little sister and you're doing it in front of another dude...

''Click!'' Who apparently has just caught it on his cell phone camera. Well, in for a penny...a few more pumps and you orgasm wildly, feeling a massive flow streaming out of you, like on the night you lost it. You pull your stiffening prick out, already feeling hotfaced with shame. What the fuck have you just done? She's ''way'' too young...isn't she?...

"Mmmmm, fuck me," she says. Oh, God. All these perverts ought to be in jail for what they've just done. But now you've done it yourself too, and Chad's got a pic that means you won't escape...fear tightens your asshole and shrinks your cock to pea-size as you hastily get your pants up and fastened. No, you really can't get the cops involved.

...and besides, Chad's promised to help you make the squad. And you really want to make the squad. So you pat your sister's still-raised ass cheek and say, "Come on, sis, it's time to get dressed and go home."

"Fuck me," she says.

"Everyone's done that now. Time to go home." You help her get dressed.

"Hey, thanks, dawg," says Chad. "Your little sister's as big a sport as Jessica and maybe bigger. This is gonna be a great year!"

"Later," you say ambiguously, as you help Miranda to dress. You need time to think. And you need to get out of here before anyone else walks in, or checks out this house...

*[[Hot and Horny/Take Miranda home and apologize to her.|Take Miranda home and apologize to her.]]
*[[Hot and Horny/Take Miranda home and don't say anything.|Take Miranda home and don't say anything.]]
*[[Hot and Horny/Take Miranda home and indoctrinate her in the Way of the Slut.|Take Miranda hoe and indoctrinate her in the Way of the Slut.]]

{{HotStatus|who=Josh, age 15}}
[[Category:Hot and Horny]]

Hot and Horny/Fuck Miranda in her tight ass

Alberich — Fri, 17 Jan 2014 20:51:09 GMT

Alberich: Created page with 'Her cunt looks plenty juicy, but it's juicy with other guys' jizz. They don't mind slopping their dicks in it, but you've got her other virginity to take. "Hey, Chad, man," yo…'

Her cunt looks plenty juicy, but it's juicy with other guys' jizz. They don't mind slopping their dicks in it, but you've got her other virginity to take.

"Hey, Chad, man," you say, "throw me some KY, willya?" He trots into the bathroom and comes back with a tube of lube. You were kind of hoping he'd take the hint and leave you to this one alone, but apparently he's feeling like a dick tonight, or he's turned on by watching his buddy fuck his little underage sister up the ass.

You get your belt undone and your pants and jockey shorts down. You smear the stuff all over your cockhead, and gently massage a big dollop of it into her crack. "Mmmmmm," she moans, as she gets ready for one more cock. "Fuck me. Fuck my slutty cunt."

Apparently, your teammates have been teaching her some new vocabulary! Well, you've already got your pants down and your cock sticking out with Chad watching. No use having an attack of conscience now.

"It's okay, sis, there's another way to do it too..."

"Josh...?" She's stunned.

"He's right," says Chad. "You can't be a good little slut unless you take it in the butt too. All three ways on your first night! That makes you ''extra'' special. The guys'll be talking about you all year." That last part is true enough.

It doesn't take long to talk your ingenuous little sis into reaching back and spreading her asscheeks for you. You grip her waist to steady her and push your way in. God, she's tight! "oooOOOOoooo!" she cries as you park your dick in her secret back way. You grab one of her arms as well as her waist as you start to move. "Oh, ah, oh, ''fuck'', ah, ''fuck''..." she grunts and cries as you get your rhythm going. Fortunately for her, you're incredibly excited on several levels...you're not just assfucking a cute little girl, who's wayyyy underage jailbait, but it's your own little sister and you're doing it in front of another dude...

''Click!'' Who apparently has just caught it on his cell phone camera. Well, in for a penny...a few more pumps and you orgasm wildly, feeling a massive flow streaming out of you, like on the night you lost it. You pull your stiffening prick out, already feeling hotfaced with shame. What the fuck have you just done? She's ''way'' too young...isn't she?...

"Mmmmm, fuck me," she says. Oh, God. All these perverts ought to be in jail for what they've just done. But now you've done it yourself too, and Chad's got a pic that means you won't escape...fear tightens your asshole and shrinks your cock to pea-size as you hastily get your pants up and fastened. No, you really can't get the cops involved.

...and besides, Chad's promised to help you make the squad. And you really want to make the squad. So you pat your sister's still-raised ass cheek and say, "Come on, sis, it's time to get dressed and go home."

"Fuck me," she says.

"Everyone's done that now. Time to go home." You help her get dressed.

"Hey, thanks, dawg," says Chad. "Your little sister's as big a sport as Jessica and maybe bigger. This is gonna be a great year!"

"Later," you say ambiguously, as you help Miranda to dress. You need time to think. And you need to get out of here before anyone else walks in, or checks out this house...

*[[Hot and Horny/Take Miranda home and apologize to her.]]
*[[Hot and Horny/Take Miranda home and don't say anything.]]
*[[Hot and Horny/Take Miranda home and indoctrinate her in the Way of the Slut.]]

{{HotStatus|who=Josh, age 15}}
[[Category:Hot and Horny]]

Tell Chad it's your turn

Alberich — Fri, 17 Jan 2014 20:24:09 GMT

Alberich:

Seeing your sister Miranda like this is just way too tempting as you pull down your pants and chad just gives you an unsure look and smiles.

You position yourself behind your sister and look down rubbing your cock and there's only one thing to do now.

*[[Hot and Horny/Fuck Miranda in her tight ass]]

*[[Hot and Horny/Fuck Miranda in her abused pussy]]

{{HotStatus|who=Josh, age 15}}
[[Category:Hot and Horny]]

Hot and Horny/Miranda breakfast sit on Daddy hug push secret distracted

Alberich — Fri, 17 Jan 2014 20:09:48 GMT

Alberich:

Cartoon Miranda has black hair instead of brown, and she doesn't dress like you, but she's got your name and she's the cartoon you. You love her adventures. But there's too many commercials. You don't want that and you can't have that and mommy says you can't eat too much of ''that'' or you'll get fat. Boring. You're glad when someone walks in...

*[[Hot and Horny/Miranda cartoons Daddy|It's Daddy and he's still in his underwear.]]
*[[Hot and Horny/Miranda cartoons Josh|It's your brother Josh in a T-shirt and shorts.]]
*[[Hot and Horny/Miranda cartoons Jessica|It's your sister Jessica in a long T-shirt.]]

{{HotStatus|who=Miranda, age 6}}
[[Category:Hot and Horny]]

Hot and Horny/Miranda breakfast sit on Daddy hug push secret distracted

Alberich — Fri, 17 Jan 2014 20:09:11 GMT

Alberich: Created page with 'Cartoon Miranda has black hair instead of brown, and she doesn't dress like you, but she's got your name and she's the cartoon you. You love her adventures. But there's too man…'

Cartoon Miranda has black hair instead of brown, and she doesn't dress like you, but she's got your name and she's the cartoon you. You love her adventures. But there's too many commercials. You don't want that and you can't have that and mommy says you can't eat too much of ''that'' or you'll get fat. Boring. You're glad when someone walks in...

*[[Hot and Horny/Miranda cartoons Daddy|It's Daddy and he's still in his underwear.]]
*[[Hot and Horny/Miranda cartoons Josh|It's your brother Josh in a T-shirt and shorts.]]
*[[Hot and Horny/Miranda breakfast sit on Daddy hug push|It's your sister Jessica in a long T-shirt.]]

{{HotStatus|who=Miranda, age 6}}
[[Category:Hot and Horny]]

Hot and Horny/Miranda breakfast sit on Daddy hug push secret

Alberich — Fri, 17 Jan 2014 20:03:43 GMT

Alberich:

"Okay, daddy, I'll take the funnies."

He lets out a funny little sigh and whispers, "Thank you, sweetie." While he shuffles with the paper you take another look at that funny thing in his boxers. You touch it and he goes "Whoah!" -- but somehow he's got the paper all over the place between you and mommy, and he talks real fast. "Those da...those darn Cubs can't hit a thing this season. They need a new lineup and yesterday..."

Meantime he's getting the funnies out from the paper, and you off of him, and his boxers back up over that funny thing in there. He must be real ticklish there the way you are on your fanny. By the time you're out from behind the paper, mommy's turned around back to the stove. In moments you're reading the funnies and waiting for your juice and cereal and bacon. But you can't stop thinking about that thing daddy wants to keep secret from mommy.

Breakfast goes like every Saturday. It's nice because there's no school, and you can just sit there looking at the cartoon characters on the back of the cereal box and trying to talk to mommy and daddy.

You finish up. Mommy says, "I think mommy's got to go do some shopping this morning. You want to come with me honey?"

"No," you say, "I wanna stay and watch 'Fluffy Ponies.'" It doesn't come on for an hour. But mommy doesn't know. If she goes away maybe you can find out about the secret.

Mommy asks daddy if he wants to come, but he says no, he'll stay here. She shrugs and goes upstairs to get ready. You go into the living room to turn on the TV. It takes mommy ''forever'' to go away. But finally you hear her go. Oh, look! It's Miranda the Bold and her little cat Tray!

*[[Hot and Horny/Miranda breakfast sit on Daddy hug push secret investigate|Go looking for Daddy to find out about the secret.]]
*[[Hot and Horny/Miranda breakfast sit on Daddy hug push secret distracted|Stay watching cartoons.]]

{{HotStatus|who=Miranda, age 6}}
[[Category:Hot and Horny]]

Hot and Horny/Miranda breakfast sit on Daddy hug push secret

Alberich — Fri, 17 Jan 2014 20:00:42 GMT

Alberich: Created page with '"Okay, daddy, I'll take the funnies." He lets out a funny little sigh and whispers, "Thank you, sweetie." While he shuffles with the paper you take another look at that funny…'

"Okay, daddy, I'll take the funnies."

He lets out a funny little sigh and whispers, "Thank you, sweetie." While he shuffles with the paper you take another look at that funny thing in his boxers. You touch it and he goes "Whoah!" -- but somehow he's got the paper all over the place between you and mommy, and he talks real fast. "Those da...those darn Cubs can't hit a thing this season. They need a new lineup and yesterday..."

Meantime he's getting the funnies out from the paper, and you off of him, and his boxers back up over that funny thing in there. He must be real ticklish there the way you are on your fanny. By the time you're out from behind the paper, mommy's turned around back to the stove. In moments you're reading the funnies and waiting for your juice and cereal and bacon. But you can't stop thinking about that thing daddy wants to keep secret from mommy.

Breakfast goes like every Saturday. It's nice because there's no school, and you can just sit there looking at the cartoon characters on the back of the cereal box and trying to talk to mommy and daddy.

You finish up. Mommy says, "I think mommy's got to go do some shopping this morning. You want to come with me honey?"

"No," you say, "I wanna stay and watch 'Fluffy Ponies.'" It doesn't come on for an hour. But mommy doesn't know. If she goes away maybe you can find out about the secret.

Mommy asks daddy if he wants to come, but he says no, he'll stay here. She shrugs and goes upstairs to get ready. You go into the living room to turn on the TV. It takes mommy ''forever'' to go away. But finally you hear her go. Oh, look! It's Miranda the Bold and her little cat Tray!

*[[Hot and Horny/Miranda breakfast sit on Daddy hug push secret investigate|Go looking for Daddy to find out about the secret.]]
*[[Hot and Horny/Miranda breakfast sit on Daddy talk|Stay watching cartoons.]]

{{HotStatus|who=Miranda, age 6}}
[[Category:Hot and Horny]]

Hot and Horny/Miranda breakfast sit on Daddy hug push

Alberich — Fri, 17 Jan 2014 19:44:53 GMT

Alberich: Created page with 'You're curious. So you grab the waistband of Daddy's boxers and push them down. Wow! There's a thing in there, and it's like a part of him, and it's all purple on the end. Yo…'

You're curious. So you grab the waistband of Daddy's boxers and push them down. Wow! There's a thing in there, and it's like a part of him, and it's all purple on the end. You've never seen ''that'' before. You look up with big trusting eyes and ask --

"What's that, Daddy?"

And he answers without missing a beat, "It's just the paper, honey, I'm reading the sports. Would you like to look at the funnies?" He's making a funny face himself, and he puts his finger on his lips and looks over at mommy. A secret?

*[[Hot and Horny/Miranda breakfast sit on Daddy hug push secret|Say "Okay, daddy, I'll take the funnies."]]
*[[Hot and Horny/Miranda breakfast sit on Daddy hug push indiscreet|Tell him what you're really asking about.]]

{{HotStatus|who=Miranda, age 6}}
[[Category:Hot and Horny]]

Blackmail: Go submissive and blow him.

Alberich — Thu, 12 Sep 2013 22:24:03 GMT

Alberich:

'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' 

With downcast eyes, you kneel beside your brother's bed, crossing your hands and bowing your head in a gesture of complete submission. Then you crawl up on your knees and begin to unfasten his belt and pants. You keep your movements slow rather than eager -- your Lord and Master wants an obedient slave, not a hot slut, and who are you to argue? Once you have his pants open and unzipped, he lifts his butt off the bed slightly so you can slide them down, and also his underwear.

Ray's boycock stands erect in front of you. It's larger than the last time you saw it (that would be four years ago, when you stole his swimsuit at the beach and made him promise not to give it back), but not man-sized as of yet. You observe it with a gaze of humble reverence, then close your eyes and inhale to take in the smell. Ray snaps his fingers twice, as if to say, "proceed."

Leaning forward, you part your lips slightly and give his cock a kiss on the side. Cupping it with a hand, you hold it in place so that you can lick the shaft, and kiss the base. "Yeah," he says, "more tongue." So you part his legs and bend your head in to lick the sweat between his thighs and his ballsack.

"Hey," he says, "off with your bra!" Meekly you retreat into the kneeling position, reach behind your back, unhook your bra, and slide it off. You cross your hands before your waist so that your arms frame your breasts well and he can get a good look.

"Oh, yeah," he says, "now get the rest of the way naked!"

You've gone this far, okay, he'll get the full show. You stand, still looking demurely downward, and slide your panties down to your feet, then step out of them. You return to the kneeling position.

"Now lick my cock some more."

You knee forward and do, once more steadying it in place with your hand, giving his small but swollen cock little catlike licks from down to up. He paws at the back of your head, stroking your hair, and says, "Suck, now, my odalisque, suck the Sultan!" So at last, moving slowly, you hover above his penis, give the tip a sweet kiss, open your jaws wide, and descend upon it. And now your brother's boyflesh is on your tongue, all the way inside your mouth, and it is time to suck. You've compromised to the point you've got your brother's cock in your mouth, you know he's going to cum in you, so what point is there in holding back now? You bob your head and scrape it with your teeth.

Gripping his hips you bob and bubble while the bedsprings squeak and you both breathe fast. It seems to be taking forever...but it doesn't. It's only a few minutes before he gasps in pleasure and your mouth is full of his pungent boy-juice. He hasn't got VD and there's no place to spit, and besides that you've decided to play it all the way his way...so you swallow it down, and when you're through, you kneel at his feet in your underwear, begging the return of your clothes.

Well, Ray may be a blackmailing little prick, but he keeps his word. "They're folded up right under the bed," he says. So you could've grabbed them all along if only you'd looked...! Well, to be fair, maybe that means you had no way of knowing. And maybe, a little voice in your head tells you, it's because you ''wanted'' to suck some cock right now, and this was the only cock available...

As you retrieve your clothes, Ray adds more. "You give great head, sis," he says. "You know, any night you want to come in and do it again...well, feel free." How do you respond?

*[[Blackmail: Fat chance, kid! | Fat chance, kid!]]
*[[Blackmail: Begin an incestuous affair with Ray. | Begin an incestuous affair with Ray.]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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'''Requirements:''' ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''

Blackmail: Go submissive and blow him.

Alberich — Thu, 12 Sep 2013 22:22:29 GMT

Alberich:

'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' 

With downcast eyes, you kneel beside your brother's bed, crossing your hands and bowing your head in a gesture of complete submission. Then you crawl up on your knees and begin to unfasten his belt and pants. You keep your movements slow rather than eager -- your Lord and Master wants an obedient slave, not a hot slut, and who are you to argue? Once you have his pants open and unzipped, he lifts his butt off the bed slightly so you can slide them down, and also his underwear.

Ray's boycock stands erect in front of you. It's larger than the last time you saw it (that would be four years ago, when you stole his swimsuit at the beach and made him promise not to give it back), but not man-sized as of yet. You observe it with a gaze of humble reverence, then close your eyes and inhale to take in the smell. Ray snaps his fingers twice, as if to say, "proceed."

Leaning forward, you part your lips slightly and give his cock a kiss on the side. Cupping it with a hand, you hold it in place so that you can lick the shaft, and kiss the base. "Yeah," he says, "more tongue." So you part his legs and bend your head in to lick the sweat between his thighs and his ballsack.

"Hey," he says, "off with your bra!" Meekly you retreat into the kneeling position, reach behind your back, unhook your bra, and slide it off. You cross your hands before your waist so that your arms frame your breasts well and he can get a good look.

"Oh, yeah," he says, "now get the rest of the way naked!"

You've gone this far, okay, he'll get the full show. You stand, still looking demurely downward, and slide your panties down to your feet, then step out of them. You return to the kneeling position.

"Now lick my cock some more."

You knee forward and do, once more steadying it in place with your hand, giving his small but swollen cock little catlike licks from down to up. He paws at the back of your head, stroking your hair, and says, "Suck, now, my odalisque, suck the Sultan!" So at last, moving slowly, you hover above his penis, give the tip a sweet kiss, open your jaws wide, and descend upon it. And now your brother's boyflesh is on your tongue, all the way inside your mouth, and it is time to suck. You've compromised to the point you've got your brother's cock in your mouth, you know he's going to cum in you, so what point is there in holding back now? You bob your head and scrape it with your teeth.

Gripping his hips you bob and bubble while the bedsprings squeak and you both breathe fast. It seems to be taking forever...but it doesn't. It's only a few minutes before he gasps in pleasure and your mouth is full of his pungent boy-juice. He hasn't got VD and there's no place to spit, and besides that you've determined to play this one all the way his way...so you swallow it down, and when you're through, you kneel at his feet in your underwear, begging the return of your clothes.

Well, Ray may be a blackmailing little prick, but he keeps his word. "They're folded up right under the bed," he says. So you could've grabbed them all along if only you'd looked...! Well, to be fair, maybe that means you had no way of knowing. And maybe, a little voice in your head tells you, it's because you ''wanted'' to suck some cock right now, and this was the only cock available...

As you retrieve your clothes, Ray adds more. "You give great head, sis," he says. "You know, any night you want to come in and do it again...well, feel free." How do you respond?

*[[Blackmail: Fat chance, kid! | Fat chance, kid!]]
*[[Blackmail: Begin an incestuous affair with Ray. | Begin an incestuous affair with Ray.]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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'''Requirements:''' ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''

Blackmail: Fat chance, kid!

Alberich — Thu, 12 Sep 2013 22:17:37 GMT

Alberich: Created page with ''''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' "Fat chance, kid!" you say. "You had the goods on me and you got the price of the goods. The next time that happens to y…'

'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' 

"Fat chance, kid!" you say. "You had the goods on me and you got the price of the goods. The next time that happens to you is when you're eighteen and have a job to buy hookers! Creep."

You get out and back to your room fast as you can. Clothes in the washer, yourself in the shower - oh, yes, you need a cleaning! - supper, noncommital talk, and then you're back up to your room - to hit the old books!

You're no math wiz, that's for sure, but this stuff really isn't that hard after the first half hour. In fact, by the time you're too tired you've done the "completing the square" drills and enough exercises to make your head spin...but you can see you're going to make it. Maybe one more night and you'll have it, and be out of T's power! Maybe this math crap's a lot easier than it looks!

The next day, Mr. Jones hands out the tests, and you blush brightly at your own A. The day creeps by in an agonizing way as you wait for the end...and whatever T's next penance is. Finally, the last class is over, the bell rings, and you're on your way out the door. Maybe Dorko has a D&D game or something today and is letting you off the hook!

No such luck. Your cell rings. Yep, it's T. "My car's at the end of the parking lot. Meet me there." Sure enough - there it is. There's Captain Acne right next to it, waving, too. So what the Hell?

*[[Blackmail: Go meet him, but you are not getting into that car. | Go meet him, but you are not getting into that car.]]
*[[Blackmail: Go meet him, and go along with him. | Go meet him, and go along with him.]]
*[[Blackmail: The Hell with this - go the other way and let him do his worst. | The Hell with this - go the other way and let him do his worst.]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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'''Requirements:''' ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''

Blackmail: Go submissive and blow him.

Alberich — Thu, 12 Sep 2013 22:14:50 GMT

Alberich:

'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' 

With downcast eyes, you kneel beside your brother's bed, crossing your hands and bowing your head in a gesture of complete submission. Then you crawl up on your knees and begin to unfasten his belt and pants. You keep your movements slow rather than eager -- your Lord and Master wants an obedient slave, not a hot slut, and who are you to argue? Once you have his pants open and unzipped, he lifts his butt off the bed slightly so you can slide them down, and also his underwear.

Ray's boycock stands erect in front of you. It's larger than the last time you saw it (that would be four years ago, when you stole his swimsuit at the beach and made him promise not to give it back), but not man-sized as of yet. You observe it with a gaze of humble reverence, then close your eyes and inhale to take in the smell. Ray snaps his fingers twice, as if to say, "proceed."

Leaning forward, you part your lips slightly and give his cock a kiss on the side. Cupping it with a hand, you hold it in place so that you can lick the shaft, and kiss the base. "Yeah," he says, "more tongue." So you part his legs and bend your head in to lick the sweat between his thighs and his ballsack. He paws at the back of your head, stroking your hair, and says, "Suck, now, my odalisque, suck the Sultan!" So at last, moving slowly, you hover above his penis, give the tip a sweet kiss, open your jaws wide, and descend upon it. And now your brother's boyflesh is on your tongue, all the way inside your mouth, and it is time to suck. You've compromised to the point you've got your brother's cock in your mouth, you know he's going to cum in you, so what point is there in holding back now? You bob your head and scrape it with your teeth.

Gripping his hips you bob and bubble while the bedsprings squeak and you both breathe fast. It seems to be taking forever...but it doesn't. It's only a few minutes before he gasps in pleasure and your mouth is full of his pungent boy-juice. He hasn't got VD and there's no place to spit, and besides that you've determined to play this one all the way his way...so you swallow it down, and when you're through, you kneel at his feet in your underwear, begging the return of your clothes.

Well, Ray may be a blackmailing little prick, but he keeps his word. "They're folded up right under the bed," he says. So you could've grabbed them all along if only you'd looked...! Well, to be fair, maybe that means you had no way of knowing. And maybe, a little voice in your head tells you, it's because you ''wanted'' to suck some cock right now, and this was the only cock available...

As you retrieve your clothes, Ray adds more. "You give great head, sis," he says. "You know, any night you want to come in and do it again...well, feel free." How do you respond?

*[[Blackmail: Fat chance, kid! | Fat chance, kid!]]
*[[Blackmail: Begin an incestuous affair with Ray. | Begin an incestuous affair with Ray.]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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'''Requirements:''' ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''

Blackmail: Go submissive and blow him.

Alberich — Thu, 12 Sep 2013 22:13:28 GMT

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'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' 

With downcast eyes, you kneel beside your brother's bed, crossing your hands and bowing your head in a gesture of complete submission. Then you crawl up on your knees and begin to unfasten his belt and pants. You keep your movements slow rather than eager -- your Lord and Master wants an obedient slave, not a hot slut, and who are you to argue? Once you have his pants open and unzipped, he lifts his butt off the bed slightly so you can slide them down, and also his underwear.

Ray's boycock stands erect in front of you. It's larger than the last time you saw it (that would be four years ago, when you stole his swimsuit at the beach and made him promise not to give it back), but not man-sized as of yet. You observe it with a gaze of humble reverence, then close your eyes and inhale to take in the smell. Ray snaps his fingers twice, as if to say, "proceed."

Leaning forward, you part your lips slightly and give his cock a kiss on the side. Cupping it with a hand, you hold it in place so that you can lick the shaft, and kiss the base. "Yeah," he says, "more tongue." So you part his legs and bend your head in to lick the sweat between his thighs and his ballsack. He paws at the back of your head, stroking your hair, and says, "Suck, now, my odalisque, suck the Sultan!" So at last, moving slowly, you hover above his penis, give the tip a sweet kiss, open your jaws wide, and descend upon it. And now your brother's boyflesh is on your tongue, all the way inside your mouth, and it is time to suck. You've compromised to the point you've got your brother's cock in your mouth, you know he's going to cum in you, so what point is there in holding back now? You bob your head and scrape it with your teeth.

Gripping his hips you bob and bubble while the bedsprings squeak and you both breathe fast. It seems to be taking forever...but it doesn't. It's only a few minutes before he gasps in pleasure and your mouth is full of his pungent boy-juice. He hasn't got VD and there's no place to spit, and besides that you've determined to play this one all the way his way...so you swallow it down, and when you're through, you kneel at his feet in your underwear, begging the return of your clothes.

Well, Ray may be a blackmailing little prick, but he keeps his word. "They're folded up right under the bed," he says. So you could've grabbed them all along if only you'd looked...! Well, to be fair, maybe that means you had no way of knowing. And maybe, a little voice in your head tells you, it's because you ''wanted'' to suck some cock right now, and this was the only cock available...

As you retrieve your clothes, Ray adds more. "You give great head, sis," he says. "You know, any night you want to come in and do it again...well, feel free." How do you respond?

*[[Blackmail: Fat chance, kid! | Fat chance, kid!]]
*[[Blackmail: Begin an incestuous affair with Ray. | Begin an incestuous affair with Ray.]]

Blackmail: Limit it to a handjob, and get it over with.

Alberich — Sun, 08 Sep 2013 04:19:39 GMT

Alberich:

'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' 

You lock the door, toss your shoes onto the bed, and stride over fast. "Okay, 'sultan,' let's get this over with." You sit beside him and get to work on his belt, the button of his jeans, his zipper. The truth is your fingers aren't used to this on boys' clothes, and you're a little clumsy about it, but you're determined. You get it open. Now there's just the jockey shorts with the hard bulge. "Get your butt up," you say. Obediently, with that same smart-aleck grin, he lifts his butt from the bed, and you slide his shorts down. Now his boycock is bouncing free.

It's not full-sized yet by any means, but it's way bigger than you remember from the last time you saw it. Which was four years ago when you stole his swimsuit at the beach and made him promise not to tell. Tentatively -- you haven't actually done this before -- you get your fingers around it and begin to squeeze.

"Ow!" he says. "Not so tight!" You loosen up a little and begin to slide up and down. You've got your own brother's dick in your hand, and you're trying to stroke him right, and really, that just seems the best way right now.

"Hey," he says. "Off with your bra!"

You shake your head. "Shut up," you say. "A handjob's all you're getting. So enjoy it." He doesn't argue. If he calls mom, he gets nothing. This way - well, he gets more than ''he's'' ever had from a girl. So he just whispers - "faster!" You set to work. On his instructions, sometimes you slide it loose up and down - and sometimes you grip harder and just pump that cock. Really, it isn't that bad looking...not that you've seen so many...and you may be mad as hell at him, but truth to tell, he's not ''so'' bad to look at himself. Judging by the way he's eyeballing your bra, where your nipples show through - he likes the look of you as well. His eyes are fixed on your breasts as he concentrates on the boiling lust in his loins.

A gasp of breath is your only warning - and then your right hand is covered in a gush of cum. Disgusted, you wipe it off quick, on Ray's pants and bedsheet - and somehow, you don't think this'll be the first time he's washed that stuff off his sheets. Without a word, you reach over behind the bed to snag your clothes. The little perv actually cops a boob feel as you do - but you just pull back without slapping. You wouldn't care to explain the current setup to mom, not by a longshot you wouldn't.

"Thanks, sis!" says Ray.

"You're welcome," you reply, before you even ''think'' about what you're saying - no, he's ''not'' welcome! Dammit. It just slipped out. You get out and back to your room fast as you can. Clothes in the washer, yourself in the shower - oh, yes, you need a cleaning! - supper, noncommital talk, and then you're back up to your room - to hit the old books!

You're no math wiz, that's for sure, but this stuff really isn't that hard after the first half hour. In fact, by the time you're too tired you've done the "completing the square" drills and enough exercises to make your head spin...but you can see you're going to make it. Maybe one more night and you'll have it, and be out of T's power! Maybe this math crap's a lot easier than it looks!

The next day, Mr. Jones hands out the tests, and you blush brightly at your own A. The day creeps by in an agonizing way as you wait for the end...and whatever T's next penance is. Finally, the last class is over, the bell rings, and you're on your way out the door. Maybe Dorko has a D&D game or something today and is letting you off the hook!

No such luck. Your cell rings. Yep, it's T. "My car's at the end of the parking lot. Meet me there." Sure enough - there it is. There's Captain Acne right next to it, waving, too. So what the Hell?

*[[Blackmail: Go meet him, but you are not getting into that car. | Go meet him, but you are not getting into that car.]]
*[[Blackmail: Go meet him, and go along with him. | Go meet him, and go along with him.]]
*[[Blackmail: The Hell with this - go the other way and let him do his worst. | The Hell with this - go the other way and let him do his worst.]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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'''Requirements:''' ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''

...avoid T... Why is a high school senior interested in you?

Alberich — Sun, 08 Sep 2013 04:07:04 GMT

Alberich:

'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' 

After saving your life that way, T had a shot at a hope of a dream of a chance of getting somewhere with you. Despite his looks. Shy nerdy guys can be kind of sweet in their way. But you guess someone's been trying to teach him "game," and watching a skinny nerd with a bad complexion try to play the masterful man...well, it's pathetic. Also creepy. Better to stay away from this perv 'til he gets slapped around by someone his own age. 

So - you hang out at the mall with some girlfriends, talking about not much. Talk about how bad the test was, or what that Mr. Jones is really like, makes you nervous, but there are lots of other topics - jeans and nail polish and boys and all the rest. You hope they didn't spot your nervousness.

So it's time to break up for the day, and you're on your way to the entrance, when whom do you see but T himself? He's big, all right, tall at least, with curly hair and a chin that points forward. His lips are a little too big and that acne, well, is there surgery for acne? He needs to lay off that greasy food. His arms aren't so big but his hands are, and he's a boy with a few years on you - yep, he needs a good slapping to adjust his attitude, but maybe you're not the girl to dish it out. He grins what he thinks is a friendly grin and waves at you. Well, you can't avoid him now.

"Hey," he says, "You missed our date! But we can reschedule."

Damn it, is it your fault you tried to reward him with a little flirt and he took it too far? Jerkoff. Can't take a hint? But he's acting awful confident. Like he's sure you'll go for him. Like he's got some reason to think so. Does he? It might be safer to play along and put him off. But it's a public place, too. It's not as if he can just grab you no matter how much bigger he might be. Maybe he's not going to get it if you don't lay it out straight. What do you do?

*[[Blackmail: Tell him off | Tell him off.]]
*[[Blackmail: Act friendly and play along - for the moment. | Act friendly and play along - for the moment.]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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'''Requirements:''' ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''

Blackmail: Go back to T's house and beg him for mercy.

Alberich — Mon, 19 Aug 2013 05:12:05 GMT

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'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!'''''

It's all very well to be brave and proud and refuse to put up with T's shit in the heat of panic...but the simple fact is, he's got the goods on you, and trying to get home half-naked is just going to make you look worse. If you can satisfy this turd, you'll be humiliated, but it'll be in private...and you can get your life back together after.

Blushing hard and fighting back the tears, you shuffle back up to T's door and give a timorous knock. And you wait. Waiting for a boy you like to call is torture. Waiting outside the principal's office for a little "talk," that's worse. This wait is worse than both combined. You knock again, a little louder...

And T finally answers. He's angry, and the light in his eyes fills you with fear. "So, you wised up," he says. "Come back down then, but this time you're doing exactly what I say. Is that clear?"

You're choked up, but you manage to nod. He closes the door behind you, takes one of your bare arms in his hand, and steers you back down to the furnished basement. It's what you might expect of a geek - the couch is there, yes, but also a fast computer with associated hardware, game boxes, sci-fi movie posters, a complete set of ''Gor'' novels and a disturbing stack of old ''Heavy Metal'' comics. Once you're there, he steps away.

"Okay," he says. "Get the rest of the way naked."

"Do I at least get a ride home and a shirt to put on?"

"Speak when you're spoken to, bitch. And keep it to 'yes sir' and 'no sir' unless I...uh...unless you're not supposed to. Clear?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, get on with it then."

Shyly you unbuckle and remove the skirt. He snaps his fingers for quick action. You kick off your shoes, bend over, and lower your panties. Out of habit you fold the clothes as you remove them and lay them on the couch. He looks you up and down greedily. Then he grabs a cushion off the couch and throws it on the floor near the computer. "Okay," he says, "Kneel. On that. Face the computer." You do. God knows how many nights this pervert's sat down here, beating off to porn on that thing, and now one of his sick porno fantasies is come true, and you're the star.

You get on your knees, wobbling a little to find your balance, and eventually you do. You know he won't let you cover your boobs, so you let your arms hang by your sides and hope for the best. T walks over to his computer -- his usual source of sexual release; the anime-porn screensaver alone leaves little doubt of that -- and fiddles with the keys and mouse-clicks.

"Okay," he says, "This is how we play. There's a little slideshow here of some thing you need to say. So you get to saying them. Say them like you ''mean'' them. If you don't, you get to do it over and over 'til you get it right. Do it so you turn me on faster, and I'll be done faster."

The slideshow comes up. Slide 1 reads, "My name is (your name here), and I am a slut." You imagine it gets worse from there.

*[[Blackmail: Read out the messages as they flash up on the screen. | Read out the messages as they flash up on the screen.]]
*[[Blackmail: Run away again. | Run away again.]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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'''Requirements:''' ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''

Fight as hard as you can to break free... You have no choice, but giving in is worse

Alberich — Mon, 19 Aug 2013 04:37:48 GMT

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'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' 

T's got one hand on your shoulder, but you bite that one, and the other one's on your silky top, but you pull so hard that your silky tank top rips off as you're charging up the stairs out of the basement. As it comes off, T falls backwards, cursing "FUCK!" and giving you the chance to escape. In moments you're outside. You're breathing hard and your heart is pounding, but from the sound of things T's not pursuing. And now you take stock of your situation.

In your gratitude for T's illicit help you'd dressed very sexy indeed - with no bra. So you're outdoors, at night, at least half a mile from home, bare-breasted in a short skirt. Worse yet, your purse with your cell phone is back in T's basement. The thought of it reminds you that he still has all the evidence he needs to destroy you at school. If he dares.

You might be able to reach a schoolfriend's house without being spotted, but your friends and their families would see you the way you are, and there would be talk. Or you could try to make it all the way home without being seen. But a good-looking girl walking half-dressed around here is bound to draw attention, and the risks would be enormous.

Or...you could swallow your pride, go back to T, ask his forgiveness, do what he wants, and at least get a ride home with a shirt to put on.

*[[Blackmail: Find a friend's house and knock on the door for help. | Find a friend's house and knock on the door for help.]]
*[[Blackmail: Try to make your way home without help. | Try to make your way home without help.]]
*[[Blackmail: Go back to T's house and beg him for mercy. | Go back to T's house and beg him for mercy.]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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'''Requirements:''' ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''

...quickly get dressed into something sexy, and be ready for T

Alberich — Mon, 19 Aug 2013 04:19:17 GMT

Alberich:

'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' 

You are getting steadily more nervous as you wait for T to pick you up (and it doesn't help that he is late). You've changed into a tiny jean mini-skirt, and a silky tank top that is barely there, one of your most daring outfits. You hope that T is a nice guy. Obviously he helped you today, but you don't feel like you can tell anybody that you are going out with a senior! Even your dad doesn't know where you're going and thinks that you are going to a friend's for the night. You keep waiting where T said he would pick you up (in his car!), but he is over 20 minutes late, and not helping your nerves at all. Finally, there he is! 

You get in the car and nervously turn to say hi. T says, "Look babe, I don't want to make small talk. Just wait until we get there, 'kay?" 

As you sit in silence, you wonder where you're going. T hasn't told you anything, and now is treating you like shit. Still, he could have had a rough day. You decide to give him a quick, nervous smile, and then you look out the window while the silence grows. Where are you headed? 

You finally arrive at a house, and follow T into a finished basement. T sits on the couch with you, and puts his arm around you in a protective way. "Now we can talk, sweetcheeks."

(Sweetcheeks? ... you think...) "Um, thanks for helping me today T," you stutter. "Hhh, how is your day going?"

"Better now, bitchface." T grabs your shoulder even tighter. "I've got about 100 text messages from you cheating on your math test. You better do exactly as I say, or else I'll take them straight to your teacher and the principal." T starts to laugh: "and that means no more cheerleading, a guaranteed fail, and hell, with the school's new rules on cheating, they might just expel you for good."

You start to cry and pull away from T so you can run towards the staircase. 

"I don't think so, cunt." T grabs you, ripping your shirt, and throws you onto the couch. He slaps you across the face so hard you can barely breathe. "You're mine now."

*[[Do whatever he says... You have no choice]]
*[[Fight as hard as you can to break free... You have no choice, but giving in is worse]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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'''Requirements:''' ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''

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**Some are not needed in stories and were copied and pasted from the template.
**Some are missing the level and MP from the line of code.
*Remove off-topic pages.
*Correct capitalization and spelling mistakes.
*Add a basic, or main, timeline of background events during the period that the character is making choices in - those events are usually out of the character's control. This will help add consistency.
*Pages with major spelling, grammar or other problems, but not problems that render the page spam and a candidate for deletion, should be categorized in the Pages Requiring Attention Category to get other editors to help fix it up. If a page is not yet complete, add it to Category:Pages Under Construction so people know the editor is still working on it and it does not need to have someone improve it.
*Story Endings should be categorized with Category:Endings.

==Meta-Games==
*[[CYOA Drinking Game]] (Teen/Adult, though you can play with soda if you're under the minimum age for drinking alcohol.)
*[[You Know You Play Too Many CYOAs When|You Know You Play Too Many CYOAs When...]]

[[Category: System Pages]]

Shift your spirit into Coach Dunkle

Alberich — Mon, 22 Oct 2012 04:53:10 GMT

Alberich:

You're now Coach Dunkle, a curly-haired single sports enthusiast, just starting to go tubby. Dunkle's mostly gay with a strong attraction to underage boys, like the naked, shivering, surprised one standing in front of you right now. He's already got a boner when you shift into him, the dirty brute. He's never given in to his desires, but limits himself to masturbation fantasies and porn. Well, maybe today's going to be different.

Brandon's looking stunned, wondering how he ended up naked in your office. You remember he's straight, with a strong attraction to his own mother. But he's a lot smaller and weaker than you...

Do you:

*[[Grab Brandon and stuff your cock into his mouth]]
*[[Grab Brandon and sodomize him]]
*[[Blackmail Brandon]]
*[[Show Brandon your pornos]]
{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Coach Dunkle|35-year-old gay school coach]]}}
[[Category: Rampage]]

Shift your spirit into Coach Dunkle

Alberich — Mon, 22 Oct 2012 04:51:36 GMT

Alberich: Created page with 'You're now Coach Dunkle, a curly-haired single sports enthusiast, just starting to go tubby. Dunkle's mostly gay with a strong attraction to underage boys, like the naked, shive…'

You're now Coach Dunkle, a curly-haired single sports enthusiast, just starting to go tubby. Dunkle's mostly gay with a strong attraction to underage boys, like the naked, shivering, surprised one standing in front of you right now. He's already got a boner when you shift into him, the dirty brute. He's never given in to his desires, but limits himself to masturbation fantasies and porn. Well, maybe today's going to be different.

Brandon's looking stunned, wondering how he ended up naked in your office. You remember he's straight, with a strong attraction to his own mother. But he's a lot smaller and weaker than you...

Do you:

*[[Grab Brandon and stuff your cock into his mouth]]
*[[Grab Brandon and sodomize him]]
*[[Blackmail Brandon]]
*[[Show Brandon your pornos]]
{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Brandon Jones|6th Grade Boy]]}}
[[Category: Rampage]]

Present yourself to the coach

Alberich — Sat, 20 Oct 2012 06:35:54 GMT

Alberich: Created page with 'Coach is in his messed-up office, surrounded by sports equipment and charts. His back's to the door, and he's jacking off to something on his computer. You slip in the door qui…'

Coach is in his messed-up office, surrounded by sports equipment and charts. His back's to the door, and he's jacking off to something on his computer. You slip in the door quietly and he doesn't hear you 'til you speak. "Coach Dunkle?"

He whirls his head fast and struggles to get his cock back into his pants. "Brandon?" he says. "What are you doing walking around naked?"

Do you:

*[[Rampage: Start talking to him about his cock | Start talking to him about his cock]]
*[[Rampage: Start telling lies about your family | Start telling lies about your family]]
*[[Rampage: Shift your spirit into Coach Dunkle | Shift your spirit into Coach Dunkle]]
{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Brandon Jones|6th Grade Boy]]}}
[[Category: Rampage]]

Shower, then leave the gym naked

Alberich — Sat, 20 Oct 2012 06:30:31 GMT

Alberich: Created page with 'You strip down, take a nice shower, towel off, and then pad out of the locker room onto the basketball floor. Coach's office is nearby. The door on the right leads to the schoo…'

You strip down, take a nice shower, towel off, and then pad out of the locker room onto the basketball floor. Coach's office is nearby. The door on the right leads to the school hallways. The door on the left leads out into the sunshine!

Do you:

*[[Rampage: Present yourself to the coach | Present yourself to the coach]]
*[[Rampage: Wander the school halls naked | Wander the school halls naked]]
*[[Rampage: Leave the school and wander the streets naked | Leave the school and wander the streets naked]]
{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Brandon Jones|6th Grade Boy]]}}
[[Category: Rampage]]

Continue into the school with wet pants

Alberich — Sat, 20 Oct 2012 06:27:18 GMT

Alberich:

The laughing, grossed-out kids pour into the school ahead of you. Your teacher insists that you go to the gym locker room, shower, and change into your gym clothes before class. Also, she's going to call your parents.

Do you:

*[[Rampage: Shower, change, and go to class | Shower, change, and go to class]]
*[[Rampage: Shower, then leave the gym naked | Shower, then leave the gym naked]]
{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Brandon Jones|6th Grade Boy]]}}
[[Category: Rampage]]

Continue into the school with wet pants

Alberich — Sat, 20 Oct 2012 06:26:55 GMT

Alberich: Created page with 'The laughing, grossed-out kids pour into the school ahead of you. Your teacher insists that you go to the gym, shower, and change into your gym clothes before class. Also, she'…'

The laughing, grossed-out kids pour into the school ahead of you. Your teacher insists that you go to the gym, shower, and change into your gym clothes before class. Also, she's going to call your parents.

Do you:

*[[Rampage: Shower, change, and go to class | Shower, change, and go to class]]
*[[Rampage: Shower, then leave the gym naked | Shower, then leave the gym naked]]
{{RampageTemplate|who=[[Brandon Jones|6th Grade Boy]]}}
[[Category: Rampage]]

Blackmail: Refuse to kiss T in the parking lot.

Alberich — Fri, 21 Sep 2012 21:59:04 GMT

Alberich: Created page with ''''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' "What? No way!" you say. "You think I want people seeing me kissing ''you''? I'll have that math ''down'' by tomorrow. …'

'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' 

"What? No way!" you say. "You think I want people seeing me kissing ''you''? I'll have that math ''down'' by tomorrow. So I hope you like it -- 'cause we're ''through.''"

As before, he takes your rebuke calmly, and you flounce away. That showed him! You haul out the books anyway and get some heavy studying in...you could at least make a decent stab at it by now. Anyway, you don't think he's got the balls to pull the revelation stunt now. You've been pretty much in control the whole time.

The next couple of days go by without incident -- and then you get an e-mail from an anonymous source. It includes a password for a file cache and a dark hint that "the contents of this file may be of interest to you. If you want it to stay between us, you know who I am and you have until Friday night to reach me."

You feel cold. There's something not-spammy about this. You visit the site and use the password. There's a file. It's a video. The video itself is your naked body from behind as you gave T the strip-show...he must've filmed part of it on his cell. It's not complete or coherent, but it's recognizable. Worse - the audio is your dirty talk from the other day. "Fuck me T, fuck me...I want that big fuckin' cock in my pussy..."

Uh-oh. Yep, there's no doubt who sent you this, or what he's going to want. You've given him ammo and then struck blows at his ego. He's going to want satisfaction, and lots of it. And if he doesn't get it - this is going viral.

What to do?

*[[Blackmail: Pretend the video doesn't exist, and try to get on with your life. | Pretend the video doesn't exist, and try to get on with your life.]]
*[[Blackmail: Present yourself to T and prepare for the worst. | Present yourself to T and prepare for the worst.]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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'''Requirements:''' ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''

Blackmail: Strip for T.

Alberich — Fri, 21 Sep 2012 21:47:01 GMT

Alberich:

'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' 

Well, to be fair, that's about the only pervert option you've left him. Surely you can get those math concepts down tonight? Then you might escape the whole damn thing without even having him touch you...which brings to mind one thing:

"But no spurting on me, this time. Do that off in the leaves of something."

"No problem," he says, "I brought a hankie." Likes to carry his jizz around in his pocket, does he? Figures. At least it's not too hard to set limits.

Turning your back on him makes it easier, and you get on with peeling. Shoes and socks, blouse and jeans, bra and (damn!) panties all go onto the ground. He keeps begging you to show him some moves but you're not having that - he gets to see you butt naked and pump his junk to it, and that's enough.

"Full frontal," he says, "I wanna see some full frontal..." That's fair, you guess. So you cover your eyes with your arms (who wants to see his ugly acne-face, let alone his junk?) and about-face, with your legs aggressively apart and your fine young breasts jutting right at him. His breathing gets intense as do his rubbing sounds, so you're not surprised when he soon says, "I'm done - I'm done!" You give him a moment before uncovering your eyes, only to find that he kept his cock out on purpose to give you a look before putting it away. He's already putting away his cum-drenched handkerchief, and may it bring him much pleasure in the future, 'cause his future with real women isn't looking too bright.

You get your clothes on in jig time and soon you're walking back to the parking lot, silently vowing a math all-nighter. T walks along but at least he doesn't make any comments on what you've just been doing. But as you get close to the parking lot, he says - "One more thing - when we get to my car, before you go, I want a kiss."

Oh ho ho ho - what's the answer to ''that''?

*[[Blackmail: Refuse to kiss T in the parking lot. | Refuse to kiss T in the parking lot.]]
*[[Blackmail: Kiss T in the parking lot. | Kiss T in the parking lot.]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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'''Requirements:''' ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''

Blackmail: To Hell with Ray! - Go in the front door.

Alberich — Fri, 21 Sep 2012 21:40:53 GMT

Alberich:

'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' 

You go in the front door, calling out "Hi, mom!" as you head for the stairs - desperate to make it up before she sees what's on your pants. It doesn't work. "What's that on your pants?" she asks. Then she comes close and sees. "Just ''what'' has been going on?" she asks sharply - then she's caught you by the ear and an all-time classic mother-daughter freeze-match is on. Ray slips in, unnoticed, and gets up to his room. You think he looks a little pink, but you, you're blushing so hot you sweat.

By the time Dad gets home, your mother's wormed the whole story out of you - beginning to end. She's angry at you. Dad's angry at T. He is determined to get "that boy" punished for what he's done.

It doesn't work out that way. T denies everything, he's not giving up DNA voluntarily, the school doesn't want the police involved, and the police don't want themselves involved. And in the process of reporting everything, and making you do it, your parents ensure that the whole cheating thing comes out - with you implicating yourself - and while T denies everything, you are definitely on the hook. You're suspended. While you're suspended, a new video goes viral among your classmates. It's images of Japanese cartoon porn, but the audio is T's recording of your unmistakable voice talking dirty to him. Your parents are computer-illiterate and might never have found it; but under the circumstances the teachers decide to report it. Before it's all over, you're too embarrassed to go back to school. Your academic career doesn't end well. You settle for a GED and get your first job at a truck stop.

And yet it isn't the end of the world. It's honest work if you do it honestly - and while you may have a slut-from-hell reputation among your old classmates, ''you'' know you didn't give T more than a little of what he wanted, and it's up to you to decide whether to live up to that reputation or not. You've broken out of the cycle of blackmail, so for that story, this is

THE END.

[[Category: Blackmail]]
[[Category: Endings]]

Blackmail: To Hell with Ray! - Go in the front door.

Alberich — Fri, 21 Sep 2012 21:39:39 GMT

Alberich: Created page with ''''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' You go in the front door, calling out "Hi, mom!" as you head for the stairs - desperate to make it up before she sees what…'

'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' 

You go in the front door, calling out "Hi, mom!" as you head for the stairs - desperate to make it up before she sees what's on your pants. It doesn't work. "What's that on your pants?" she asks. Then she comes close and sees. "Just ''what'' has been going on?" she asks sharply - then she's caught you by the ear and an all-time classic mother-daughter freeze-match is on. Ray slips in, unnoticed, and gets up to his room.

By the time Dad gets home, your mother's wormed the whole story out of you - beginning to end. She's angry at you. Dad's angry at T. He is determined to get "that boy" punished for what he's done.

It doesn't work out that way. T denies everything, he's not giving up DNA voluntarily, the school doesn't want the police involved, and the police don't want themselves involved. And in the process of reporting everything, and making you do it, your parents ensure that the whole cheating thing comes out - with you implicating yourself - and while T denies everything, you are definitely on the hook. You're suspended. While you're suspended, a new video goes viral among your classmates. It's images of Japanese cartoon porn, but the audio is T's recording of your unmistakable voice talking dirty to him. Your parents are computer-illiterate and might never have found it; but under the circumstances the teachers decide to report it. Before it's all over, you're too embarrassed to go back to school. Your academic career doesn't end well. You settle for a GED and get your first job at a truck stop.

And yet it isn't the end of the world. It's honest work if you do it honestly - and while you may have a slut-from-hell reputation among your old classmates, ''you'' know you didn't give T more than a little of what he wanted, and it's up to you to decide whether to live up to that reputation or not. You've broken out of the cycle of blackmail, so for that story, this is

THE END.

[[Category: Blackmail]]
[[Category: Endings]]

Blackmail: Strip for T.

Alberich — Thu, 20 Sep 2012 04:10:50 GMT

Alberich: Created page with ''''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' Well, to be fair, that's about the only pervert option you've left him. Surely you can get those math concepts down tonig…'

'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' 

Well, to be fair, that's about the only pervert option you've left him. Surely you can get those math concepts down tonight? Then you might escape the whole damn thing without even having him touch you...which brings to mind one thing:

"But no spurting on me, this time. Do that off in the leaves of something."

"No problem," he says, "I brought a hankie." Likes to carry his jizz aroudn in his pocket, does he? Figures. At least it's not too hard to set limits.

Turning your back on him makes it easier, and you get on with peeling. Shoes and socks, blouse and jeans, bra and (damn!) panties all go onto the ground. He keeps begging you to show him some moves but you're not having that - he gets to see you butt naked and pump his junk to it, and that's enough.

"Full frontal," he says, "I wanna see some full frontal..." That's fair, you guess. So you cover your eyes with your arms (who wants to see his ugly acne-face, let alone his junk?) and about-face, with your legs aggressively apart and your fine young breasts jutting right at him. His breathing gets intense as do his rubbing sounds, so you're not surprised when he soon says, "I'm done - I'm done!" You give him a moment before uncovering your eyes, only to find that he kept his cock out on purpose to give you a look before putting it away. He's already putting away his cum-drenched handkerchief, and may it bring him much pleasure in the future, 'cause his future with real women isn't looking too bright.

You get your clothes on in jig time and soon you're walking back to the parking lot, silently vowing a math all-nighter. T walks along but at least he doesn't make any comments on what you've just been doing. But as you get close to the parking lot, he says - "One more thing - when we get to my car, before you go, I want a kiss."

Oh ho ho ho - what's the answer to [i]that[/i]?

*[[Blackmail: Refuse to kiss T in the parking lot. | Refuse to kiss T in the parking lot.]]
*[[Blackmail: Kiss T in the parking lot. | Kiss T in the parking lot.]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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'''Requirements:''' ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''

Blackmail: The Hell with this - go the other way and let him do his worst.

Alberich — Mon, 17 Sep 2012 07:02:00 GMT

Alberich:

'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' 

With a stern look, you shake your head, whirl on your heel, and march away from creepy T. You don't answer his phone calls, give curt, rude replies to his text messages, and when he cruises by as you walk home from school, you give him the old middle finger.

You study double hard and don't sleep well that night, for anticipating the scene tomorrow with Mr. Jones. You study 'til two in the morning, hoping to have knowledge to demonstrate if he puts you to the test, and even when you go to bed you can barely sleep for worrying about it. You can barely stay awake in class - but it seems your fears are groundless. For whatever reason, T has decided not to try revealing your little scheme with him for revenge. And you actually raise your hand for questions for the first time this year. Mr. Jones looks pleased. At the end of the day, you're pretty pleased yourself...perhaps it was all a bluff after all!

That night, after your nap, you check email...and begin to realize things are not all right at all. Your girlfriends send you "OMG!" links to an anonymous video posted on the internet. It's some kind of Japanese cartoon porn...but the voice that's dubbed in is yours, talking dirty to T, begging him to fuck you. Horrified, you learn that knowledge of this video with your unmistakable voice is spreading like wildfire through the class. As the year passes, you take the consequences. Boys from every grade are giving you knowing leers and making passes - you have to be very firm to keep them away - and too often, when you're just in earshot, you can hear the other kids imitating you - "Fuck me, T, fuck me! I want that big fuckin' cock...!"

There is only good side to all this. Your parents are internet illiterates, and unlikely ever to find this video on their own. Unfortunately that does not apply to your little brother Ray. Inside a week, he has the video himself, and he explains things to you in private. If you don't want mom and dad to know ''all'' about it...like having copies shot to their work e-mail accounts...then you're going to do what he wants, whenever he wants.

You're under no illusions as to how your parents will react if they listen to your little performance. So for the rest of the year, you've got the reputation of an ulti-slut, you don't even dare go on a normal date because the boys all expect you to put out, and instead you're the love-slave of your pervy fourteen-year-old brother. For the first week or two you keep it to handjobs and private strip shows, but he knows he's holding all the cards. By the end of the second week, you're sucking him off on demand, and long before the school year's over you're shaking a bed together most every night.

Maybe you'll just endure the misery 'til it's time to graduate. Or even learn to like it. Or maybe you'll reconcile yourself to your new image, and embrace a new identity as a slut-for-real. "If you have to wear the shoe, make it fit," as someone once said. Or maybe you'll discover you ''like'' studying math, it being a more wholesome and less drama-filled way to spend the night than getting jizzed into day and night, and will end up as an honor student with real prospects.

Whichever way you go, this is

THE END.

[[Category: Blackmail]]
[[Category: Endings]]

Blackmail: Go meet him, but you are not getting into that car.

Alberich — Mon, 17 Sep 2012 06:58:43 GMT

Alberich:

'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' 

"Okay, I'm here," you say.

"Get in," says T, but you shake your head. "I'm not getting into your car."

You're still nervous about defying him - you've been studying hard but he's still got the goods on you 'til you're sure you're up to speed on the math - but he doesn't make threats. He just looks supercilious, and says, "Okay. Let's go for a walk."

Well, you can't refuse that - you've put him in his proper place, and you have to give him something. So you stroll off. He tries to hold hands, but you say, "Hands to yourself," and he seems to respect that. Soon enough you're out of sight of the school - but not out of earshot; you can hear kids walking along the sidewalk and laughing things over. You were that carefree yourself 'til a few days ago...

But the voices make you nervous about being overheard. You keep your voice low, but firm. "People can hear here," you say. "So no dirty talk this time."

"No, indeed," he says. "Today, all I want is a strip show. Take 'em off, I'll rub one out, and we can go back."

Sicko. He's so used to jacking off to naked women that he doesn't have a clue what to do with a live one. Which is just as well as there's no way in hell you're going to show him that. But will you give him even this?

*[[Blackmail: Strip for T. | Strip for T.]]
*[[Blackmail: The Hell with this - go the other way and let him do his worst. | The Hell with this - go the other way and let him do his worst.]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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'''Requirements:''' ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''

Blackmail: Go meet him, but you are not getting into that car.

Alberich — Mon, 17 Sep 2012 06:57:40 GMT

Alberich: Created page with ''''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' "Okay, I'm here," you say. "Get in," says T, but you shake your head. "I'm not getting into your car." You're still …'

'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' 

"Okay, I'm here," you say.

"Get in," says T, but you shake your head. "I'm not getting into your car."

You're still nervous about defying him - you've been studying hard but he's still got the goods on you 'til you're sure you're up to speed on the math - but he doesn't make threats. He just looks supercilious, and says, "Okay. Let's go for a walk."

Well, you can't refuse that - you've put him in his proper place, and you have to give him something. So you stroll off. He tries to hold hands, but you say, "Hands to yourself," and he seems to respect that. Soon enough you're out of sight of the school - but not out of earshot; you can hear kids walking along the sidewalk and laughing things over. You were that carefree yourself 'til a few days ago...

But the voices make you nervous about being overheard. You keep your voice low, but firm. "People can hear here," you say. "So no dirty talk this time."

"No, indeed," he says. "Today, all I want is a strip show. Take 'em off, I'll rub one out, and we can go back."

Sicko. He's so used to jacking off to naked women that he doesn't have a clue what to do with a live one. Which is just as well as there's no way in hell you're going to show him that. But will you give him even this?

*[[Blackmail: Strip for T. | Strip for T.]]
*[[Blackmail: Blackmail: The Hell with this - go the other way and let him do his worst. | Change your mind, forget the whole thing, go away, and let him do his worst.]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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'''Requirements:''' ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''

Blackmail: The Hell with this - go the other way and let him do his worst.

Alberich — Sat, 15 Sep 2012 19:31:20 GMT

Alberich:

'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' 

With a stern look, you shake your head, whirl on your heel, and march away from creepy T. You don't answer his phone calls, give curt, rude replies to his text messages, and when he cruises by as you walk home from school, you give him the old middle finger.

You study double hard and don't sleep well that night, for anticipating the scene tomorrow with Mr. Jones. You study 'til two in the morning, hoping to have knowledge to demonstrate if he puts you to the test, and even when you go to bed you can barely sleep for worrying about it. You can barely stay awake in class - but it seems your fears are groundless. For whatever reason, T has decided not to try revealing your little scheme with him for revenge. And you actually raise your hand for questions for the first time this year. Mr. Jones looks pleased. At the end of the day, you're pretty pleased yourself...perhaps it was all a bluff after all!

That night, after your nap, you check email...and begin to realize things are not all right at all. Your girlfriends send you "OMG!" links to an anonymous video posted on the internet. It's some kind of Japanese cartoon porn...but the voice that's dubbed in is yours, talking dirty to T, begging him to fuck you. Horrified, you learn that knowledge of this video with your unmistakable voice is spreading like wildfire through the class. As the year passes, you take the consequences. Boys from every grade are giving you knowing leers and making passes - you have to be very firm to keep them away - and too often, when you're just in earshot, you can hear the other kids imitating you - "Fuck me, T, fuck me! I want that big fuckin' cock...!"

There is only good side to all this. Your parents are internet illiterates, and unlikely ever to find this video on their own. Unfortunately that does not apply to your little brother Ray. Inside a week, he has the video himself, and he explains things to you in private. If you don't want mom and dad to know ''all'' about it...like having copies shot to their work e-mail accounts...then you're going to do what he wants, whenever he wants.

You're under no illusions as to how your parents will react if they listen to your little performance. So for the rest of the year, you've got the reputation of an ulti-slut, you don't even dare go on a normal date because the boys all expect you to put out, and instead you're the love-slave of your pervy fourteen-year-old brother. For the first week or two you keep it to handjobs and private strip shows, but he knows he's holding all the cards. By the end of the second week, you're sucking him off on demand, and long before the school year's over your shaking a bed together most every night.

Maybe you'll just endure the misery 'til it's time to graduate. Or even learn to like it. Or maybe you'll reconcile yourself to your new image, and embrace a new identity as a slut-for-real. "If you have to wear the shoe, make it fit," as someone once said. Or maybe you'll discover you ''like'' studying math, it being a more wholesome and less drama-filled way to spend the night than getting jizzed into day and night, and will end up as an honor student with real prospects.

Whichever way you go, this is

THE END.

[[Category: Blackmail]]
[[Category: Endings]]

Blackmail: The Hell with this - go the other way and let him do his worst.

Alberich — Sat, 15 Sep 2012 08:04:21 GMT

Alberich:

'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' 

With a stern look, you shake your head, whirl on your heel, and march away from creepy T. You don't answer his phone calls, give curt, rude replies to his text messages, and when he cruises by as you walk home from school, you give him the old middle finger.

You study double hard and don't sleep well that night, for anticipating the scene tomorrow with Mr. Jones. You study 'til two in the morning, hoping to have knowledge to demonstrate if he puts you to the test, and even when you go to bed you can barely sleep for worrying about it. You can barely stay awake in class - but it seems your fears are groundless. For whatever reason, T has decided not to try revealing your little scheme with him for revenge. And you actually raise your hand for questions for the first time this year. Mr. Jones looks pleased. At the end of the day, you're pretty pleased yourself...perhaps it was all a bluff after all!

That night, after your nap, you check email...and begin to realize things are not all right at all. Your girlfriends send you "OMG!" links to an anonymous video posted on the internet. It's some kind of Japanese cartoon porn...but the voice that's dubbed in is yours, talking dirty to T, begging him to fuck you. Horrified, you learn that knowledge of this video with your unmistakable voice is spreading like wildfire through the class. As the year passes, you take the consequences. Boys from every grade are giving you knowing leers and making passes - you have to be very firm to keep them away - and too often, when you're just in earshot, you can hear the other kids imitating you - "Fuck me, T, fuck me! I want that big fuckin' cock...!"

There is only good side to all this. Your parents are internet illiterates, and unlikely ever to find this video on their own. Unfortunately that does not apply to your little brother Ray. Inside a week, he has the video himself, and he explains things to you in private. If you don't want mom and dad to know ''all'' about it...like having copies shot to their work e-mail accounts...then you're going to do what he wants, whenever he wants.

You're under no illusions as to how your parents will react if they listen to your little performance. So for the rest of the year, you've got the reputation of an ulti-slut, you don't even dare go on a normal date because the boys all expect you to put out, and instead you're the love-slave of your pervy fourteen-year-old brother. Boys that age can pump out a lot of cum - and in his case, instead of jerking off day and night like most boys, he pumps it all into you.

Maybe you'll just endure the misery 'til it's time to graduate. Or even learn to like it. Or maybe you'll reconcile yourself to your new image, and embrace a new identity as a slut-for-real. "If you have to wear the shoe, make it fit," as someone once said. Or maybe you'll discover you ''like'' studying math, it being a more wholesome and less drama-filled way to spend the night than getting jizzed into day and night, and will end up as an honor student with real prospects.

Whichever way you go, this is

THE END.

[[Category: Blackmail]]
[[Category: Endings]]

Blackmail: The Hell with this - go the other way and let him do his worst.

Alberich — Sat, 15 Sep 2012 08:03:50 GMT

Alberich:

'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' 

With a stern look, you shake your head, whirl on your heel, and march away from creepy T. You don't answer his phone calls, give curt, rude replies to his text messages, and when he cruises by as you walk home from school, you give him the old middle finger.

You study double hard and don't sleep well that night, for anticipating the scene tomorrow with Mr. Jones. You study 'til two in the morning, hoping to have knowledge to demonstrate if he puts you to the test, and even when you go to bed you can barely sleep for worrying about it. You can barely stay awake in class - but it seems your fears are groundless. For whatever reason, T has decided not to try revealing your little scheme with him for revenge. And you actually raise your hand for questions for the first time this year. Mr. Jones looks pleased. At the end of the day, you're pretty pleased yourself...perhaps it was all a bluff after all!

That night, after your nap, you check email...and begin to realize things are not all right at all. Your girlfriends send you "OMG!" links to an anonymous video posted on the internet. It's some kind of Japanese cartoon porn...but the voice that's dubbed in is yours, talking dirty to T, begging him to fuck you. Horrified, you learn that knowledge of this video with your unmistakable voice is spreading like wildfire through the class. As the year passes, you take the consequences. Boys from every grade are giving you knowing leers and making passes - you have to be very firm to keep them away - and too often, when you're just in earshot, you can hear the other kids imitating you - "Fuck me, T, fuck me! I want that big fuckin' cock...!"

There is only good side to all this. Your parents are internet illiterates, and unlikely ever to find this video on their own. Unfortunately that does not apply to your little brother Ray. Inside a week, he has the video himself, and he explains things to you in private. If you don't want mom and dad to know ''all'' about it...like having copies shot to their work e-mail accounts...then you're going to do what he wants, whenever he wants.

You're under no illusions as to how your parents will react if they listen to your little performance. So for the rest of the year, you've got the reputation of an ulti-slut, you don't even dare go on a normal date because the boys all expect you to put out, and instead you're the love-slave of your pervy fourteen-year-old brother. Boys that age can pump out a lot of cum - and in his case, instead of jerking off day and night like most boys, he pumps it all into you.

Maybe you'll just endure the misery 'til it's time to graduate. Or even learn to like it. Or maybe you'll reconcile yourself to your new image, and embrace a new identity as a slut-for-real. "If you have to wear the shoe, make it fit," as someone once said. Or maybe you'll discover you ''like'' studying math, it being a more wholesome and less drama-filled way to spend the night than getting jizzed into all the time, and will end up as an honor student with real prospects.

Whichever way you go, this is

THE END.

[[Category: Blackmail]]
[[Category: Endings]]

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Alberich — Sat, 15 Sep 2012 07:56:17 GMT

Alberich: /* Adult Stories */

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== Create Your Own Adventure ==
{{Introduction}}

{| class="wikitable" style="border:1px solid #aaaaaa"
|- style="background:#dddddd; font-weight:bold"
! [[Featured_CYOA_Nominations|Featured Story]]
! [[Story Reviews]]
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| {{Feature Section}}
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==Family-Friendly Stories==
'''FOR ALL AGES:'''
Suitable for anyone with Basic Reading Level skills. Please keep these G-PG. Please remove any other content that exceeds this.


{| class="wikitable sortable" style="width:100%"
|-
! Story !! Number Of Pages !! Note
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| [[Another Story Of Another Random Person]] || 93
|-
| [[Goosebumps in Horrorland]] || 75
|-
| [[Harry Potter]] And the Adventure Chosen by You || 200
|-
| [[Kalew]] || 65
|-
| [[Madman's Mansion]] || 50 ||open to public, work on it)
|-
|[[Penguins (just click "Three times a day")]] || 59|| Edit well.
|-
|[[Percy Jackson]]: The adventures of a demigod || 50
|-
|[[Visiting the Zoo]] || 130
|}

'''[[All Family-Friendly Stories]]'''

==PG13 Stories==
'''FOR 10+:''' For more advanced readers. Please keep these G - PG-13. Please remove any content that exceeds this.
{| class="wikitable sortable" style="width:100%"
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! Story !! Number Of Pages !! Note
|-
|[[Avast!]] A Pirate Story || 180+ || WIP, contact me before editing
|-
|[[DARKNESS]]|| 100+
|-
|[[Crusader (an action-adventure fantasy)]] || 337
|-
|[[Paladin (Crusader 2)|Crusader 2: Paladin]] || 375+ || [[User:I Lion Heart I|I Lion Heart I]] currently editing
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|[[Dead Kid]] || 100+
|-
|[[Hunting again for Red October]] || 100+
|-
|[[Subject 413]] || 100+ || w.i.p, NOW OPEN TO ADDITIONS
|-
|[[Fantasy Quest]] || 110+
|-
|[[Superdickery|Superdickery Superman Adventure]] || 150
|-
|[[Transylvanian terror]]||150+ ||(Public)
|-
|[[The many rooms]] || {{PAGESINCAT:The many rooms}}
|-
|[[Quest of the magician]] || 200+
|-
|}

'''[[All PG-13 Stories]]'''

==Quizzes and Challenges==
'''Not actually stories, but a chance to test your knowledge (or your luck):'''

{| class="wikitable sortable" style="width:100%"
|-
! Story !! Number Of Pages !! Note
|-
|[[Digimon Quizo'!]] || 35+
|-
|[[The Price Is Right]]|| ||(edit if you know how the show goes)
|-
|[[Quiz Show]] || 20+
|-
|[[A Quizzy Show]]||10
|-
|[[Rock, Paper, Scissors]] || 25
|-
|[[Rock, Paper, Scissors 2]] || 110+
|-
|[[The Rock Paper Scissors game]] || 25+
|-
|[[Trivia Time]]||15+
|-
|[[The Ultimate MMA quiz game!]] || 65+
|-
|[[The video game quiz]] || 30+
|-
|[[The video game quiz 2]] || 65+
|-
|[[Video Game Trivia I]]||10+
|-
|[[Video Games]]|| ||(Finished, pretty lame, but it's my first.)
|-
|}

==Mature Stories==
'''Content normally found in R-rated movies, no explicit sexual content or sadistic violence:'''

{| class="wikitable sortable" style="width:100%"
|-
! Story !! Number Of Pages !! Note
|-
|[[Agent Black]]||70 ||(New Story. Now public)
|-
|[[Another Pointless Story]] (The Ultimate Showdown)|| 101+
|-
|[[Battle Royale]] || 200+ || Public Story, Help Work On It!
|-
|[[ Dragon Ball Z:Quest]]|| 60+ ||Under Construction. Pls Do not Edit)
|-
|[[The Giant Building With A Million Rooms]] ||175+
|-
|[[Luigi and Mario Stories]]||175+ ||(11 stories)
|-
|[[A random story]]||333+
|-
|[[A Random Story About Random Stuff]]||100+
|-
|'''[[Remember]]''' ||70+ ||(Do Not Edit Without Permission) ('''<--Previously Featured!''')
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|[[Resident evil]] || 53 || Do NOT edit!.
|-
|[[Short And Random Stories]]||250+ ||(25 stories)
|-
|[[Spongebob's Day Off]]||90+
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|[[Thought Of Me]]||200+
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|[[ war in Europe ]]|| 100+
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|[[Warhammer: Sartosa, City of Pirates]] || 150+ || in progress)
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'''[[All Mature Stories]]'''

==Adult Stories==
18+ Only. Do not read these stories if you are underage or if you are offended by adult material.

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! Story !! Number Of Pages !! Note
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|[[+Infinity]] || 300 ||(Public)
|-
|[[Birthday Bottom Boy's Blackout Bar-night]](Gay)||{{PAGESINCAT:Birthday Bottom Boy's Blackout Bar-night}}||(Do Not Edit)
|-
|[[Blackmailed]]||250+||(Public)
|-
|[[College Girls]]||200+||(Public)
|-
|[[The Devils Daughter|The Devil's Daughter]] || {{PAGESINCAT:The Devil's Daughter}}||(Public)
|-
|[[Down The Rabbit Hole]]||345 ||(Hail Eris!) (Public)
|-
|[[Furry World]]||230+|| (Public)
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|[[Girl Scout Cookies]]||{{PAGESINCAT:Girl Scout Cookies}}|| (Public)
|-
|[[Girl Scout Camp]] (the sequel)||{{PAGESINCAT:Girl Scout Camp}}|| (Public)
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|[[High School]]||500+||(Public)
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|[[The life of a medieval princess]]|| 350+|| (Public - but please read the [[Princess Editor's Guide]]. Mainly focused around the story with an erotic background and occasional sexual encounters. Might contain extreme violence and mutilation if you(or someone else) screws up during a fight.)
|-
|[[Ongoing Story]] || 214 || (Some paths finished, others are work in Progress)
|-
|[[Oops! You're Naked!]] || 175 || (Public)
|-
|[[Pedo romp]]||250+ || (Public)
|-
|[[Pi Pi Pi]]|| 200+ || (Public)
|-
|[[Rampage]]||{{PAGESINCAT:Rampage}} || (Public-but any contributions with poor grammar will be immediately deleted)
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|[[Smutty Sex Romp]]|| {{PAGESINCAT:Smutty Sex Romp}}|| (Public-For experienced writers with a firm grasp of grammar and spelling only. Any contributions with poor grammar will be immediately deleted)
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|[[Star Wars: The Complete Erotic Saga]]||{{PAGESINCAT:Star Wars: The Complete Erotic Saga}}|| (Public)
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|[[The Story of Jack Foster]]||300 || (Public)
|-
|[[University Daze]]|| 600+|| (Public)
|-
|[[Vampire Weekend]]|| 340 || (Public)
|-
|[[Yes, Yes, Yes, Your Honor]] || 250+ || (Public)
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'''[[All Adult Stories]]'''

==[[Pit of Abandoned Stories]]==
Stories of less than ten pages that haven't been worked on by anyone in some time will be dropped into the Pit. Feel free to retrieve stories from the Pit and put them back here on the Main Page if you get inspired and add to one.

==Creating a Story==
If you have an idea for a story, you might like to try [[Idea Pitches|pitching your idea to other users]] and seeing how interested people might be in playing your story, what you could do to make playing your story fun, and who might be interested in collaborating with you to write it. Once you have done that, you can create it by entering your desired name for the Story into the search box and clicking '''Go'''. If the name has not already been taken, click this exact title to start the story. There are three general types of story. The first is the branching-plot story, which require the reader to make choices but are otherwise like a regular novel. The second type is the role-playing game adventure, which combines the branching-plot novel with simple role-playing rules such as attack points and monster battles. The third type is the trivia quiz, where the player must answer questions as if they were on a game show.

==Instructions==
===Starting Template===
'''Copy and paste this for new pages:'''
<pre><nowiki>
Page text here

Do you:
*[[Adventure/Option 1]]
*[[Adventure/Option 2]]
*[[Adventure/Option 3]]
{{Status|Equipment=''Equipment''|Health=#|MP=#|Level=#}}
[[Category: name of story you're working on]]
</nowiki>
</pre>

The next to the last line here is the ''status indicator''. The status indicator shown here is the ''basic'' status indicator. Different stories use different status indicators, and some use none at all. Look at the edit screen for the page you're starting from and copy that status indicator to the new page you're adding. Modify as necessary.

Every page should have the category at the bottom. This keeps track of all the pages in the story. You can copy the category line from the previous page to the one you're working on. The category, obviously, is ''never'' 'name of story you're working on'. You type in the actual name of the story.

For additional help in wiki syntax, click [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Help:Editing here]

===To edit a page===
Just click the edit tab on the top of the page

===To add an option===
<nowiki>[[Adventure name/New option name]]</nowiki>

Options that appear red on the page have no content. Click the link, paste in the above template, and then add your own content.

To avoid accidentally crossing with other users' stories, it may be best to create pages with more than just an option name, like [[Unicorns]] or [[Open your eyes]]. Instead, when you create a new page, call it [[You have to slay The Dragon/_Page 1]] or [[YOUR CRAZY/Give up]]. You can have the link name be whatever you want though, like this:
<nowiki>[[You have to slay The Dragon|Enter The Dragon's Lair]]</nowiki> will appear as [[You have to slay The Dragon|Enter The Dragon's Lair]] on the page.

This is for fun!

===Tips===
*Don't give too many options when starting a new story and leave half of them redlinked. Focus on a small number of story threads at first.
*Outline a general plan for what the intention of your story is when you start it: What genre and themes it belongs to.
*As alternative to plain formatting for your story, you may try using ''Italics'' to write the Narration, regular Font for character Dialogue and '''Bold''' for Character/Item/Location names or important developments. Example: ''As you walked through the'' '''Forest''', ''you heard a young girl calling out for you.'' "Jack! Wait for me! I have a gift for you!" ''Kate runs up to you and gives you the'' '''MacGuffin'''. Whatever style you choose, try to keep it consistent throughout the story.
*If you are having difficulty spacing out paragraphs, you can use <nowiki> </nowiki>. Example:
*<nowiki>This is an example of how to break up paragraphs on a page. This is the same example.</nowiki> will show as:
This is an example of how to break up paragraphs on a page. This is the same example.
*Don't inject crude humor into a story that's intended to be played straight.
*Please categorize the pages in your story. For example, if your story is called "The Story", then please add <nowiki>[[Category:The Story]]</nowiki> to each new page you create for your story.

==Rules==
People have a tendency to create branches where the character dies. To prevent the story from being just a tree with all dead ends:
*For each page where you kill the player's character, you must create at least 2 pages (with content) where s/he can go on.
*Please stick to the theme and setting of the story, and discuss ideas for major changes on the discussion pages. Although creativity is encouraged, radical plot changes and inconsistencies will ruin the flow.
*If something is off topic, remove it.
*Try to capitalize and spell your words correctly.
*'''ADD OPTIONS AND NOT JUST TEXT!''' Complete pages include options so the story can continue (unless the page is an ending). Incomplete pages will be edited or deleted.

==To Do List==
*Go through and fix or remove status indicators from pages.
**Some are not needed in stories and were copied and pasted from the template.
**Some are missing the level and MP from the line of code.
*Remove off-topic pages.
*Correct capitalization and spelling mistakes.
*Add a basic, or main, timeline of background events during the period that the character is making choices in - those events are usually out of the character's control. This will help add consistency.
*Pages with major spelling, grammar or other problems, but not problems that render the page spam and a candidate for deletion, should be categorized in the Pages Requiring Attention Category to get other editors to help fix it up. If a page is not yet complete, add it to Category:Pages Under Construction so people know the editor is still working on it and it does not need to have someone improve it.
*Story Endings should be categorized with Category:Endings.

==Meta-Games==
*[[CYOA Drinking Game]] (Teen/Adult, though you can play with soda if you're under the minimum age for drinking alcohol.)
*[[You Know You Play Too Many CYOAs When|You Know You Play Too Many CYOAs When...]]

[[Category: System Pages]]

Blackmail: The Hell with this - go the other way and let him do his worst.

Alberich — Sat, 15 Sep 2012 07:29:22 GMT

Alberich: Created page with ''''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' With a stern look, you shake your head, whirl on your heel, and march away from creepy T. You don't answer his phone call…'

'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' 

With a stern look, you shake your head, whirl on your heel, and march away from creepy T. You don't answer his phone calls, give curt, rude replies to his text messages, and when he cruises by as you walk home from school, you give him the old middle finger.

You study double hard and don't sleep well that night, for anticipating the scene tomorrow with Mr. Jones. You study 'til two in the morning, hoping to have knowledge to demonstrate if he puts you to the test, and even when you go to bed you can barely sleep for worrying about it. You can barely stay awake in class - but it seems your fears are groundless. For whatever reason, T has decided not to try revealing your little scheme with him for revenge. And you actually raise your hand for questions for the first time this year. Mr. Jones looks pleased. At the end of the day, you're pretty pleased yourself...perhaps it was all a bluff after all!

That night, after your nap, you check email...and begin to realize things are not all right at all. Your girlfriends send you "OMG!" links to an anonymous video posted on the internet. It's some kind of Japanese cartoon porn...but the voice that's dubbed in is yours, talking dirty to T, begging him to fuck you. Horrified, you learn that knowledge of this video with your unmistakable voice is spreading like wildfire through the class. As the year passes, you take the consequences. Boys from every grade are giving you knowing leers and making passes - you have to be very firm to keep them away - and too often, when you're just in earshot, you can hear the other kids imitating you - "Fuck me, T, fuck me! I want that big fuckin' cock...!"

There is only good side to all this. Your parents are internet illiterates, and unlikely ever to find this video on their own. Unfortunately that does not apply to your little brother Ray. Inside a week, he has the video himself, and he explains things to you in private. If you don't want mom and dad to know ''all'' about it...like having copies shot to their work e-mail accounts...then you're going to do what he wants, whenever he wants.

You're under no illusions as to how your parents will react if they listen to your little performance. So for the rest of the year, you've got the reputation of an ulti-slut, you don't even dare go on a normal date because the boys all expect you to put out, and instead you're the love-slave of your pervy fourteen-year-old brother. Boys that age can pump out a lot of cum - and in his case, instead of jerking off day and night like most boys, he pumps it all into you.

Maybe you'll just endure the misery 'til it's time to graduate. Or even learn to like it. Or maybe you'll reconcile yourself to your new image, and embrace a new identity as a slut-for-real. "If you have to wear the shoe, make it fit," as someone once said. But whichever way you go, this is

THE END.

[[Category: Blackmail]]
[[Category: Endings]]

Blackmail: Limit it to a handjob, and get it over with.

Alberich — Fri, 14 Sep 2012 03:15:27 GMT

Alberich:

'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' 

You lock the door, toss your shoes onto the bed, and stride over fast. "Okay, 'sultan,' let's get this over with." You sit beside him and get to work on his belt, the button of his jeans, his zipper. The truth is your fingers aren't used to this on boys' clothes, and you're a little clumsy about it, but you're determined. You get it open. Now there's just the jockey shorts with the hard bulge. "Get your butt up," you say. Obediently, with that same smart-aleck grin, he lifts his butt from the bed, and you slide his shorts down. Now his boycock is bouncing free.

It's not full-sized yet by any means, but it's way bigger than you remember from the last time you saw it. Which was four years ago when you stole his swimsuit at the beach and made him promise not to tell. Tentatively -- you haven't actually done this before -- you get your fingers around it and begin to squeeze.

"Ow!" he says. "Not so tight!" You loosen up a little and begin to slide up and down. You've got your own brother's dick in your hand, and you're trying to stroke him right, and really, that just seems the best way right now.

"Hey," he says. "Off with your bra!"

You shake your head. "Shut up," you say. "A handjob's all you're getting. So enjoy it." He doesn't argue. If he calls mom, he gets nothing. This way - well, he gets more than ''he's'' ever had from a girl. So he just whispers - "faster!" You set to work. On his instructions, sometims you slide it loose up and down - and sometimes you grip harder and just pump that cock. Really, it isn't that bad looking...not that you've seen so many...and you may be mad as hell at him, but truth to tell, he's not ''so'' bad to look at himself. Judging by the way he's eyeballing your bra, where your nipples show through - he likes the look of you as well. His eyes are fixed on your breasts as he concentrates on the boiling lust in his loins.

A gasp of breath is your only warning - and then your right hand is covered in a gush of cum. Disgusted, you wipe it off quick, on Ray's pants and bedsheet - and somehow, you don't think this'll be the first time he's washed that stuff off his sheets. Without a word, you reach over behind the bed to snag your clothes. The little perv actually cops a boob feel as you do - but you just pull back without slapping. You wouldn't care to explain the current setup to mom, not by a longshot you wouldn't.

"Thanks, sis!" says Ray.

"You're welcome," you reply, before you even ''think'' about what you're saying - no, he's ''not'' welcome! Dammit. It just slipped out. You get out and back to your room fast as you can. Clothes in the washer, yourself in the shower - oh, yes, you need a cleaning! - supper, noncommital talk, and then you're back up to your room - to hit the old books!

You're no math wiz, that's for sure, but this stuff really isn't that hard after the first half hour. In fact, by the time you're too tired you've done the "completing the square" drills and enough exercises to make your head spin...but you can see you're going to make it. Maybe one more night and you'll have it, and be out of T's power! Maybe this math crap's a lot easier than it looks!

The next day, Mr. Jones hands out the tests, and you blush brightly at your own A. The day creeps by in an agonizing way as you wait for the end...and whatever T's next penance is. Finally, the last class is over, the bell rings, and you're on your way out the door. Maybe Dorko has a D&D game or something today and is letting you off the hook!

No such luck. Your cell rings. Yep, it's T. "My car's at the end of the parking lot. Meet me there." Sure enough - there it is. There's Captain Acne right next to it, waving, too. So what the Hell?

*[[Blackmail: Go meet him, but you are not getting into that car. | Go meet him, but you are not getting into that car.]]
*[[Blackmail: Go meet him, and go along with him. | Go meet him, and go along with him.]]
*[[Blackmail: The Hell with this - go the other way and let him do his worst. | The Hell with this - go the other way and let him do his worst.]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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'''Requirements:''' ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''

Blackmail: Limit it to a handjob, and get it over with.

Alberich — Fri, 14 Sep 2012 03:14:37 GMT

Alberich: Created page with ''''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' You lock the door, toss your shoes onto the bed, and stride over fast. "Okay, 'sultan,' let's get this over with." You s…'

'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' 

You lock the door, toss your shoes onto the bed, and stride over fast. "Okay, 'sultan,' let's get this over with." You sit beside him and get to work on his belt, the button of his jeans, his zipper. The truth is your fingers aren't used to this on boys' clothes, and you're a little clumsy about it, but you're determined. You get it open. Now there's just the jockey shorts with the hard bulge. "Get your butt up," you say. Obediently, with that same smart-aleck grin, he lifts his butt from the bed, and you slide his shorts down. Now his boycock is bouncing free.

It's not full-sized yet by any means, but it's way bigger than you remember from the last time you saw it. Which was four years ago when you stole his swimsuit at the beach and made him promise not to tell. Tentatively -- you haven't actually done this before -- you get your fingers around it and begin to squeeze.

"Ow!" he says. "Not so tight!" You loosen up a little and begin to slide up and down. You've got your own brother's dick in your hand, and you're trying to stroke him right, and really, that just seems the best way right now.

"Hey," he says. "Off with your bra!"

You shake your head. "Shut up," you say. "A handjob's all you're getting. So enjoy it." He doesn't argue. If he calls mom, he gets nothing. This way - well, he gets more than ''he's'' ever had from a girl. So he just whispers - "faster!" You set to work. On his instructions, sometims you slide it loose up and down - and sometimes you grip harder and just pump that cock. Really, it isn't that bad looking...not that you've seen so many...and you may be mad as hell at him, but truth to tell, he's not ''so'' bad to look at himself. Judging by the way he's eyeballing your bra, where your nipples show through - he likes the look of you as well. His eyes are fixed on your breasts as he concentrates on the boiling lust in his loins.

A gasp of breath is your only warning - and then your right hand is covered in a gush of cum. Disgusted, you wipe it off quick, on Ray's pants and bedsheet - and somehow, you don't think this'll be the first time he's washed that stuff off his sheets. Without a word, you reach over behind the bed to snag your clothes. The little perv actually cops a boob feel as you do - but you just pull back without slapping. You wouldn't care to explain the current setup to mom, not by a longshot you wouldn't.

"Thanks, sis!" says Ray.

"You're welcome," you reply, before you even ''think'' about what you're saying - no, he's ''not'' welcome! Dammit. It just slipped out. You get out and back to your room fast as you can. Clothes in the washer, yourself in the shower - oh, yes, you need a cleaning! - supper, noncommital talk, and then you're back up to your room - to hit the old books!

You're no math wiz, that's for sure, but this stuff really isn't that hard after the first half hour. In fact, by the time you're too tired you've done the "completing the square" drills and enough exercises to make your head spin...but you can see you're going to make it. Maybe one more night and you'll have it, and be out of T's power! Maybe this math crap's a lot easier than it looks!

The next day, Mr. Jones hands out the tests, and you blush brightly at your own A. The day creeps by in an agonizing way as you wait for the end...and whatever T's next penance is. Finally, the last class is over, the bell rings, and you're on your way out the door. Maybe Dorko has a D&D game or something today and is letting you off the hook!

No such luck. Your cell rings. Yep, it's T. "My car's at the end of the parking lot. Meet me there." Sure enough - there it is. There's Captain Acne right next to it, waving, too. So what the hell?

*[[Blackmail: Go meet him, but you are not getting into that car. | Go meet him, but you are not getting into that car.]]
*[[Blackmail: Go meet him, and go along with him. | Go meet him, and go along with him.]]
*[[Blackmail: The Hell with this - go the other way and let him do his worst. | The Hell with htis - go the other way and let him do his worst.]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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'''Requirements:''' ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''

Blackmail: Follow Ray around back.

Alberich — Fri, 14 Sep 2012 02:43:59 GMT

Alberich:

'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' 

Well, fuck. That's the second time today some dick boy has got you over a barrel. T by himself was quite enough! You're blushing furiously as you follow Ray around back.

Still...he may be a brat with a grudge, but Ray's not making you into any lampshades. Once he gets what he's after you'll get those clothes in the washer. Then he's no threat anymore. You just have to make it that way, then baby brother's out of your hair, and then it's time to hit the books 'til you can pass off as knowing the math legit.

You make it to your back door. You know it's locked, and you know inside there's a stair that leads up to your rooms. If you can get in the door, you can make it up in a flash without mom seeing you. What's the little brat want back here?

"Okay, sis," he says. "This is how we play. You take off the evidence..." - he gestures at your shirt and jeans. Your face goes hotter than a stove at the thought. "I let you in back here. You come up to my room. And then you convince me to give 'em back!"

Your skin's burning with shame (and tingling with something else? - perish the thought!). But you really don't have a choice. The mood he's in, you're not talking him down from this. Furiously, you unbutton your blouse, pull it off, and hand it to him. He taps his foot and makes a "go-ahead" gesture at your legs. Grinding your teeth, you slip your shoes off, pull your jeans down, and hand them over too. Now it's just panties and bra. He grins as he looks you up and down, then takes off at a run for the front door. You hear it open and slam - you hear the "hi, mom!" - and in moments, the lock turns and there he is. Barefoot, holding your shoes, you slip inside, close the door softly, and bolt up the stairs after Ray.

He's already in his room. It's the way you'd expect, a disaster area with boy posters and games and crap all over. Ray's lying on his never-made bed, and he's dropped your cum-spattered clothes between his bed and the wall. You close his door behind you.

Imperiously, he gestures with one hand for you to come closer. "Come, my odalisque," he says - yeah, that's right, he's into that Arabian Nights crap, isn't he? - "Tonight is your night to pleasure the sultan!" He points towards his belt buckle. "Unfasten my lordly vestments and get thee to work!"

*[[Blackmail: Limit it to a handjob, and get it over with. | Limit it to a handjob, and get it over with.]]
*[[Blackmail: Go submissive and blow him. | Go submissive and blow him.]]
*[[Blackmail: Enough's enough. Get out of here and go to your room. | Enough's enough. Get out of here and go to your room.]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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'''Requirements:''' ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''

Blackmail: Follow Ray around back.

Alberich — Fri, 14 Sep 2012 02:40:31 GMT

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'''''Being a young teenage girl is tough!''''' 

Well, fuck. That's the second time today some dick boy has got you over a barrel. T by himself was quite enough! You're blushing furiously as you follow Ray around back.

Still...he may be a brat with a grudge, but Ray's not making you into any lampshades. Once he gets what he's after you'll get those clothes in the washer. Then he's no threat anymore. You just have to make it that way, then baby brother's out of your hair, and then it's time to hit the books 'til you can pass off as knowing the math legit.

You make it to your back door. You know it's locked, and you know inside there's a stair that leads up to your rooms. If you can get in the door, you can make it up in a flash without mom seeing you. What's the little brat want back here?

"Okay, sis," he says. "This is how we play. You take off the evidence..." - he gestures at your shirt and jeans. Your face goes hotter than a stove at the thought. "I let you in back here. You come up to my room. And then you convince me to give 'em back!"

Your skin's burning with shame (and tingling with something else? - perish the thought!). But you really don't have a choice. The mood he's in, you're not talking him down from this. Furiously, you unbutton your blouse, pull it off, and hand it to him. He taps his foot and makes a "go-ahead" gesture at your legs. Grinding your teeth, you slip your shoes off, pull your jeans down, and hand them over too. Now it's just panties and bra. He grins as he looks you up and down, then takes off at a run for the front door. You hear it open and slam - you hear the "hi, mom!" - and in moments, the lock turns and there he is. Barefoot, holding your shoes, you slip inside, close the door softly, and bolt up the stairs after Ray. He's already in his room, on his bed, and he's dropped your cum-spattered clothes between his bed and the wall. You close his door behind him.

Imperiously, he gestures with one hand for you to come closer. "Come, my odalisque," he says - yeah, that's right, he's into that Arabian Nights crap, isn't he? - "Tonight is your night to pleasure the sultan!" He points towards his belt buckle. "Unfasten my lordly vestments and get thee to work!"

*[[Blackmail: Limit it to a handjob, and get it over with. | Limit it to a handjob, and get it over with.]]
*[[Blackmail: Go submissive and blow him. | Go submissive and blow him.]]
*[[Blackmail: Enough's enough. Get out of here and go to your room. | Enough's enough. Get out of here and go to your room.]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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'''Requirements:''' ''This is a story about a young girl written in second person.''