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Life as a good little girl/What the hell. Try to seduce your way out of this one.

Dark Wanderer — Thu, 28 May 2015 05:04:20 GMT

Dark Wanderer: Created page with 'You got lucky once with those boys. But was it luck, or was it skill? That which has happened once can happen twice, and there were five of those boys. There's only one overwe…'

You got lucky once with those boys. But was it luck, or was it skill? That which has happened once can happen twice, and there were five of those boys. There's only one overweight mall cop. You got this.

"I need you," you whisper in your best seductive voice, remembering the lines from that porno you watched with Tiffany, "I need you to feel me. Please. Touch me."

He doesn't need more of an invitation. He quickly plants you on your knees, and spins you around so your back is to him. His foot kicks your legs apart, causing you to grunt in slight pain. You stay there for a moment, kneeling with your legs spread and your hands cuffed behind you back.

Morgan would have loved a picture of this.

You let out a half squeal half moan as the mall cop runs his rough hand up your inner thigh. You feel disgusted, but also aroused at the same time. Something about being restrained and helpless is making you feel things in a way you've never felt them before.

"Ohhhhh....OHHHHH!" you moan as his finger brushes against your snatch.

"Your a dripping wet whore, you know that?" the mall cop grunts as his left hand fondles your tiny left tit.

"Please sir," you beg, "please let me go."

The mall cop hesitates for a moment. He has you at his mercy; nothing is stopping him from pushing you down and driving himself into you full force. But at the same time, you're still outside, and you're still a little girl (albeit one dresses like a full-blown slut) who he has handcuffed. If someone was to walk in on him now, there's no way he would be getting out of this with anything less than twenty years in jail. If he was lucky.

"You want me to let you go?" he whispers as he presses his finger inside you.

Oh my God. You can't help but shudder. You've never had someone else's finger inside you before. You hardly ever put your own in there! But oh God, you can't help but slightly grind your hips just the tiniest bit against him. What else did they say in that porno? Fuck me like a dog?

No, that's a terrible idea. Okay then...

"Yes sir," you gasp as he begins to move his finger about inside you, "I know I've been bad. Can't you just let me of with a AHHHH!"

You squeal in delight as his sticks a second finger in you.

"Let you off with a what, tramp?" the guard smirks as he licks your ear lobe. Fuck, what is up with this guy? He's a forty year old, over weight mall cop, but he is making you feel sooooo damn good.

"Warning," you pant as he fingers you with two fingers, "please. Give me a...a.a.mmmmhhhh."

Without warning he picks up the speed; you've never felt like this before! You have only just begun to masturbate, and only slowly! You never knew it could feel so good if you went fast! You were afraid of hurting yourself, but right now your cunt is so flowing with juice your pretty sure you could take another finger! Maybe even two?

"What'll you give me if I let you go?" the mall cop asks as his fingers dive into you. His other hand is playing with your left nipple now, and it is standing at attention like a soldier on inspection today.

You don't respond for a minute, your feel a tension building up like you never felt before. Instead, you begin to move your hips up and down to the rhythm of his fingers. So close! You are so close to something big! You're not sure what it is, but God you want it so bad!

"What's in it for me slut?" the mall cop demands as he tightens his grip on you, and shoves a third finger inside you.

This is it. If he keeps at it you'll definitely reach whatever it is that is ahead of you. You spare a glance at the man restraining you. His eyes are completely focused on you, and he's breathing even more heavily than you are. You are fairly certain that, if you slammed your head into him, you could make your getaway. Or you could try and please him. It's risky, but you're pretty certain you could get away with a kiss and...maybe you should touch him? You're curious as to how he will feel.

Or you could continue down your current path, and see where being handcuffed and fingered takes you.

[[Life as a good little girl/Make your move now. Hit him and run!]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Turn around, and tell him it's his turn.]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Let him finish you off. Whatever happens next happens.]]

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Life as a good little girl/A shadow looms over you before you can cover yourself again

Dark Wanderer — Thu, 28 May 2015 04:35:23 GMT

Dark Wanderer: Created page with '"Excuse me miss, but I'm going to have to detain you," a deep voice whispers in your ear as you struggle to tie your shirt back together. You feel the sudden cold press of metal…'

"Excuse me miss, but I'm going to have to detain you," a deep voice whispers in your ear as you struggle to tie your shirt back together. You feel the sudden cold press of metal against both of your wrists, and an unmistakable clicking sound. You've just been handcuffed. With a shirt that is hanging open revealing your tiny tits. In a skirt so short it, well really isn't even a skirt. More like a band of cotton that just manages to cover up...well....not much at all.

"This is a respectable establishment," the mall cop barks as he grips your tiny, heaving, body and jerks you to your feet. "We're going to have to have a long talk you and I."

Great. Just freaking great. You barely escape a gang of teenage boys only to get caught by a forty year old, over-weight, dead beat mall cop. Hell, your probably the first woman he's touched in...actually, scratch that. You don't even want to know how long it's been since this guy touched a woman.

You quickly scan the area, trying to find a way out of this mess. You're trapped by a big fat guy, with your hands behind your back. You've never found yourself to be the toughest of people, and you couldn't even take on a guy as big as him even without your hands being handcuffed.

This is not going to be a moment of bad-assery. You need to find another way out of this mess.

There's no one else around; it's just you and the guard. That rules out screaming for help, though maybe if you yelled at the top of your lungs someone might hear you. Then again, with the luck you're having today you're not sure you want anyone else seeing you.

"Wa...wait please!" you beg as he shoves you forward; each step you make reveals your tiny pert ass to the guard, and his breathing is getting heavier and heavier.

"What? You want to expose yourself more?" the guard chuckles as he twirls you around, making you face to face with him.

"No...no. I don't want just anyone to see me," you whisper under your breath.

He leers at you with eyes full of lust for a moment. How far are you willing to go with this guy?

"Not just anyone huh?" e whispers as his right hand moves up your leg. You cringe; this isn't the type of guy you want running his hands up your leg! If you don't stop him soon he's going to be touching you in a place you don't really want to be touched.

Or don't you? Despite his disgustingness, you feel yourself getting wetter as he moves his hand up your legs. Your sex defies you, and you begin to drip in anticipation. Unconsciously you spread your legs ever just a little bit, and he takes it as a sign.

Shit. If only Tiffany could see you now. She'd think your the nastiest slut in town (not that she probably already doesn't after today).

[[Life as a good little girl/Try the scream approach. How could this get any worse?]]

[[Life as a good little girl/What the hell. Try to seduce your way out of this one.]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Not worth it. Just go with him. Or would that make it even worse?]]

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Life as a good little girl/Call it quits

Dark Wanderer — Tue, 12 May 2015 19:47:27 GMT

Dark Wanderer:

You decide enough is enough. Sure, you would like something to cover your feet, and you would LOVE something to cover up your tiny twat, but it's unlikely that anything Tiffany gets you will accomplish either. More than likely you'll end up in some form of lingerie and fuck-me boots.

"I don't have any more time," you answer, "I have to be home before three."

"Psh, whatever slut," Tiffany said with a laugh, "you just wanna get home so you don't miss Morgan's call."

"Ha. You got me," you mutter sheepishly; if she thinks your racing home to get with a guy she's less likely to think you a chicken, "can't miss that....uh, hunks call!"

"M'kay Steph. Are you going to be able to go to that party with me tomorrow?" Tiffany asks as she starts to text someone. You frown; you had totally forgotten about that! Tiffany wants you to go to some high school kid's party! You're a little timid, but curious at the same time.

"Uh, maybe. We'll have to see if I can sneak out," you answer, trying your best to strike a daring pose. Unfortunately for you, anything daring in your outfit pretty much just comes off as slutty.

"Okay babe! See you later!" Tiffany gives you a farewell hug. You would embrace her back, but...

"Panty shot!" She laughs as she exposes your naked but to a group of people teenage boys walking by. You can hear their laughs and the clicking of phone cameras. God damn it.

[[Life as a good little girl\Call it quits|You make it home without incident.]]

[[Life as a good little girl\Call it quits|The group of boys stops you.]]

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Life as a good little girl/Call it quits

Dark Wanderer — Tue, 12 May 2015 19:46:38 GMT

Dark Wanderer:

You decide enough is enough. Sure, you would like something to cover your feet, and you would LOVE something to cover up your tiny twat, but it's unlikely that anything Tiffany gets you will accomplish either. More than likely you'll end up in some form of lingerie and fuck-me boots.

"I don't have any more time," you answer, "I have to be home before three."

"Psh, whatever slut," Tiffany said with a laugh, "you just wanna get home so you don't miss Morgan's call."

"Ha. You got me," you mutter sheepishly; if she thinks your racing home to get with a guy she's less likely to think you a chicken, "can't miss that....uh, hunks call!"

"M'kay Steph. Are you going to be able to go to that party with me tomorrow?" Tiffany asks as she starts to text someone. You frown; you had totally forgotten about that! Tiffany wants you to go to some high school kid's party! You're a little timid, but curious at the same time.

"Uh, maybe. We'll have to see if I can sneak out," you answer, trying your best to strike a daring pose. Unfortunately for you, anything daring in your outfit pretty much just comes off as slutty.

"Okay babe! See you later!" Tiffany gives you a farewell hug. You would embrace her back, but...

"Panty shot!" She laughs as she exposes your naked but to a group of people teenage boys walking by. You can hear their laughs and the clicking of phone cameras. God damn it.

[[Life as a good little girl|Call it quits|You make it home without incident.]]

[[Life as a good little girl|Call it quits|The group of boys stops you.]]

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Life as a good little girl/Call it quits

Dark Wanderer — Tue, 12 May 2015 19:45:18 GMT

Dark Wanderer: Created page with 'You decide enough is enough. Sure, you would like something to cover your feet, and you would LOVE something to cover up your tiny twat, but it's unlikely that anything Tiffany …'

You decide enough is enough. Sure, you would like something to cover your feet, and you would LOVE something to cover up your tiny twat, but it's unlikely that anything Tiffany gets you will accomplish either. More than likely you'll end up in some form of lingerie and fuck-me boots.

"I don't have any more time," you answer, "I have to be home before three."

"Psh, whatever slut," Tiffany said with a laugh, "you just wanna get home so you don't miss Morgan's call."

"Ha. You got me," you mutter sheepishly; if she thinks your racing home to get with a guy she's less likely to think you a chicken, "can't miss that....uh, hunks call!"

"M'kay Steph. Are you going to be able to go to that party with me tomorrow?" Tiffany asks as she starts to text someone. You frown; you had totally forgotten about that! Tiffany wants you to go to some high school kid's party! You're a little timid, but curious at the same time.

"Uh, maybe. We'll have to see if I can sneak out," you answer, trying your best to strike a daring pose. Unfortunately for you, anything daring in your outfit pretty much just comes off as slutty.

"Okay babe! See you later!" Tiffany gives you a farewell hug. You would embrace her back, but...

"Panty shot!" She laughs as she exposes your naked but to a group of people teenage boys walking by. You can hear their laughs and the clicking of phone cameras. God damn it.

[[Life as a good little girl/Call it quits|You make it home without incident.]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Call it quits|The group of boys stops you.]]

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Life as a good little girl/Ask for this to stop

Dark Wanderer — Tue, 12 May 2015 19:45:06 GMT

Dark Wanderer:

"Tiff!" You say in your whinest voice, "the deal was for two!"

"Yeah, but...." she begins.

"I can't do more than two," you pout, "I don't want to give him too many!"

Tiffany begins to counter your arguement, but then a knowing smile crosses her lips. She nods her head, and turns back to Morgan.

"Yup, you heard the lady," Tiffany says as she walks over to Morgan and pulls him away from you. She even shut his phone and made him put it away! Thank God! You quickly stop paying attention to the them, and ease your dogging-style posing. You even have time to straighten out what some people ''might'' consider clothes.

"You're so smart," Tiffany says as she makes her way back to you; Morgan is nowhere to be found.

"I am?" you say hesitantly, not entirely sure why.

"Oh yeah," Tiffany nods approvingly, "you CAN'T just give it all away! Two pictures is enough to keep him wanting more. You so good at this; I wish I had such street smarts when I was your age. Anyhow, I already gave him your number; I'm sure he'll be calling you soon enough you sexy little skank!"

You mutter your agreement, inwardly moaning. It's bad enough that Morgan has two pictures of you, now he has your number? What the hell are you going to do if he calls you? Can you just ignore him, or would that hurt your relationship with Tiffany? She does think you're pretty awesome right about now, and your not to upset with yourself when she appraises you with that slightly jealous eye.

"What do you want to do now?" Tiffany asks you, "wanna go buy some shoes? Or maybe get you something for underneath?"

Tiffany giggles as she flicks up your skirt, exposing your bare ass and pussy to the store.

[[Life as a good little girl/More Clothes|Shoes would be nice right about now.]]

[[Life as a good little girl/More Clothes|Underwear. Defintely underwear]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Call it quits|You've had enough for one day.]]

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Life as a good little girl/Ask for this to stop

Dark Wanderer — Mon, 11 May 2015 18:31:24 GMT

Dark Wanderer: Created page with '"Tiff!" You say in your whinest voice, "the deal was for two!" "Yeah, but...." she begins. "I can't do more than two," you pout, "I don't want to give him too many!" Tiffany b…'

"Tiff!" You say in your whinest voice, "the deal was for two!"

"Yeah, but...." she begins.

"I can't do more than two," you pout, "I don't want to give him too many!"

Tiffany begins to counter your arguement, but then a knowing smile crosses her lips. She nods her head, and turns back to Morgan.

"Yup, you heard the lady," Tiffany says as she walks over to Morgan and pulls him away from you. She even shut his phone and made him put it away! Thank God! You quickly stop paying attention to the them, and ease your dogging-style posing. You even have time to straighten out what some people ''might'' consider clothes.

"You're so smart," Tiffany says as she makes her way back to you; Morgan is nowhere to be found.

"I am?" you say hesitantly, not entirely sure why.

"Oh yeah," Tiffany nods approvingly, "you CAN'T just give it all away! Two pictures is enough to keep him wanting more. You so good at this; I wish I had such street smarts when I was your age. Anyhow, I already gave him your number; I'm sure he'll be calling you soon enough you sexy little skank!"

You mutter your agreement, inwardly moaning. It's bad enough that Morgan has two pictures of you, now he has your number? What the hell are you going to do if he calls you? Can you just ignore him, or would that hurt your relationship with Tiffany? She does think you're pretty awesome right about now, and your not to upset with yourself when she appraises you with that slightly jealous eye.

"What do you want to do now?" Tiffany asks you, "wanna go buy some shoes? Or maybe get you something for underneath?"

Tiffany giggles as she flicks up your skirt, exposing your bare ass and pussy to the store.

[[Life as a good little girl/More Clothes|Shoes would be nice right about now.]]

[[Life as a good little girl/More Clothes|Underwear. Defintely underwear]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Call it quite|You've had enough for one day.]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl-At the park

Dark Wanderer — Tue, 21 Apr 2015 21:28:20 GMT

Dark Wanderer:

"I'm good thanks," you mutter as you turn to leave the park, much to the disappointment of the men. You're pretty tired though, and you can't move very quickly. It doesn't take much time at all for two of the boys to catch up with you.

"Don't leave yet!" one of the boys begs, "seriously we just want to thank you for the show!"

"Yeah," the other chimes in as he reaches out with his hand.

You instinctively jump away from the hand, but that just puts you into the arms of the other boy, who laughs out loud as he gives your huge tits a squeeze. You let out a scream, which startles him, and pull away. Unfortunately he's got a good grip on your boobs, and you leave your tiny sports bra in his hands.

"Give that back!" you demand as you cover up your breast. The other boys have moved in closer now, and you will soon be surrounded by all four of them.

"Well, maybe," the boy answers as he twirls the bra around his finger, "but you gotta do something for me!"

"Show us your tits!" cries one of them.

"Drink with us!" another one calls out as he brings the cooler filled with beer over.

"I want to see her shake that ass," mutters the youngest of the four boys under his breath.

"Why not all three?" the boy with your sports bra says with a perverted grin as he raises his eyebrows at you.

[[Life as a good little girl- At the park|Comply with their demands.]]

[[Life as a good little girl- At the park|Just grab the bra from him and run!]]

[[Life as a good little girl- At the park|Screw it. Just head home as you are]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl-At the park

Dark Wanderer — Tue, 21 Apr 2015 21:27:02 GMT

Dark Wanderer:

"I'm good thanks," you mutter as you turn to leave the park, much to the disappointment of the men. You're pretty tired though, and you can't move very quickly. It doesn't take much time at all for two of the boys to catch up with you.

"Don't leave yet!" one of the boys begs, "seriously we just want to thank you for the show!"

"Yeah," the other chimes in as he reaches out with his hand.

You instinctively jump away from the hand, but that just puts you into the arms of the other boy, who laughs out loud as he gives your huge tits a squeeze. You let out a scream, which startles him, and pull away. Unfortunately he's got a good grip on your boobs, and you leave your tiny sports bra in his hands.

"Give that back!" you demand as you cover up your breast. The other boys have moved in closer now, and you will soon be surrounded by all four of them.

"Well, maybe," the boy answers as he twirls the bra around his finger, "but you gotta do something for me!"

"Show us your tits!" cries one of them.

"Drink with us!" another one calls out as he brings the cooler filled with beer over.

"I want to see her shake that ass," mutters the youngest of the four boys under his breath.

"Why not all three?" the boy with your sports bra says with a perverted grin as he raises his eyebrows at you.

[[Life as a good little girl-At the park|Comply with their demands.]]

[[Life as a good little girl-At the park|Just grab the bra from him and run!]]

[[Life as a good little girl-At the park|Screw it. Just head home as you are]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl-At the park

Dark Wanderer — Tue, 21 Apr 2015 21:26:32 GMT

Dark Wanderer: Created page with '"I'm good thanks," you mutter as you turn to leave the park, much to the disappointment of the men. You're pretty tired though, and you can't move very quickly. It doesn't take…'

"I'm good thanks," you mutter as you turn to leave the park, much to the disappointment of the men. You're pretty tired though, and you can't move very quickly. It doesn't take much time at all for two of the boys to catch up with you.

"Don't leave yet!" one of the boys begs, "seriously we just want to thank you for the show!"

"Yeah," the other chimes in as he reaches out with his hand.

You instinctively jump away from the hand, but that just puts you into the arms of the other boy, who laughs out loud as he gives your huge tits a squeeze. You let out a scream, which startles him, and pull away. Unfortunately he's got a good grip on your boobs, and you leave your tiny sports bra in his hands.

"Give that back!" you demand as you cover up your breast. The other boys have moved in closer now, and you will soon be surrounded by all four of them.

"Well, maybe," the boy answers as he twirls the bra around his finger, "but you gotta do something for me!"

"Show us your tits!" cries one of them.

"Drink with us!" another one calls out as he brings the cooler filled with beer over.

"I want to see her shake that ass," mutters the youngest of the four boys under his breath.

"Why not all three?" the boy with your sports bra says with a perverted grin as he raises his eyebrows at you.

[[Life as a good little girl-At the park| Comply with their demands.]]

[[Life as a good little girl-At the park| Just grab the bra from him and run!]]

[[Life as a good little girl-At the park| Screw it. Just head home as you are]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Head to the park.

Dark Wanderer — Mon, 20 Apr 2015 19:09:34 GMT

Dark Wanderer: Created page with 'There's a park not far from here that has a decent track to run on. Plus the city just built a new park not ten blocks away (which seemed a bit unnecessary to you) which is larg…'

There's a park not far from here that has a decent track to run on. Plus the city just built a new park not ten blocks away (which seemed a bit unnecessary to you) which is larger and more well-kept. It's usually pretty quiet at the old park, and you wouldn't mind a bit more running without the occasional ass grab.

You pick up your step, and get to the park in under five minutes. As you expected, it's empty. This park is out of the way, and most parents won't take their kids here as the overgrowth of the grass and trees has gotten slightly out of control. It appeared that while the town had enough money to build two parks, it didn't have enough to keep both well-maintained.

You hit the track, which is roughly a fourth of a mile long and is made in a large circle. Not having to worry about your tits and ass here, you allow yourself to just focus on the run. Though you do think it may be time to buy a new sports bra; this one is squishing your huge boobs pretty tightly, and each step you take causes them to jiggle in a manner that your not the sports bra can contain.

You get in a solid five mile run in, which is pretty damn good in your mind. You forgot to bring a watch, so you're not sure how much time has passed, but now's a good of time to stop as any. You're not out of shape, not by a long shot, but your chest is heaving pretty heavily and you're sweating so much your skin has an almost sheen look to it.

You curse softly as you slow to a walk. You forgot to bring a water bottle, and your throat is incredibly dry. That's when you hear that cat calls.

"Awww, don't stop now."

"Keep up the hustle."

"If you're thirsty we have drinks!"

You're shocked to find four boys in their late teens to early twenties sitting around a cooler with beers in their hands, all staring at you with smirks on their lips. How long have they been oogling you?

[[Life as a good little girl-At the park|You don't like this. Head home now.]]

[[Life as a good little girl-At the park|Well, you are pretty thirsty. Why not take them up on their offer?]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/Let Morgan take pictures of you

Dark Wanderer — Mon, 20 Apr 2015 18:48:21 GMT

Dark Wanderer:

"Er, well..." you manage to stammer out a few unintelligible words, none of which actually count as refusal. You don't want this guy you just met taking pictures of you to do God only knew what with, but you don't want to look uncool in front of Tiffany.

"I'll just take two. No more," Morgan says as he takes out his phone and points it at you.

"You better make 'em count then," Tiffany responds as she grabs you by your shoulders, and shoves you onto your knees. You let out a little yelp as you quickly pull your stupidly short skirt forward to cover up your completely visible pussy (naturally Tiffany shoved you down in a manner that forced you to spread your legs).

"Wai-" you open your mouth to object, but then hear a clicking noise. You come to the painful realization that it's too late, and Morgan already snapped a photo.

"Oh nice," he nods in approval as he holds up his phone for all to see. You only pray that no one else is looking, because Morgan is now the proud owner of a photo with you in the sluttiest school girl outfit you could possible imagine, posing on your knees with your mouth wide open. Great. Just great.

"God Stephi, you're such a nasty girl. You sure look good though!" Tiffany whispers in your ear. Well, at least she still thinks your cool. And it's just one guy? It can't be that bad, can it?

"Hey, how about you get her on all fours?" Tiffany asks Morgan, "that'd be pretty hot to, right?"

"That would be down right awesome," Morgan adds in as he levels his phone to take another picture. You don't exactly want to pose like a dog in the middle of a store, and you certainly don't want Morgan to have a picture of you doing so (although he is kind of cute). On the other hand, he already has one picture, how bad could one more be? And you don't want to look like a spoilsport in front of Tiffany. You're doing so well today with her!

[[Life as a good little girl/More Pictures|Timidly get down on your hands and knees.]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Run away from Morgan| This is far enough. Mutter some excuse to get away.]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Life as a good little girl/Let Morgan take pictures of you

Dark Wanderer — Mon, 20 Apr 2015 18:47:30 GMT

Dark Wanderer: Created page with '"Er, well..." you manage to stammer out a few unintelligible words, none of which actually count as refusal. You don't want this guy you just met taking pictures of you to do Go…'

"Er, well..." you manage to stammer out a few unintelligible words, none of which actually count as refusal. You don't want this guy you just met taking pictures of you to do God only knew what with, but you don't want to look uncool in front of Tiffany.

"I'll just take two. No more," Morgan says as he takes out his phone and points it at you.

"You better make 'em count then," Tiffany responds as she grabs you by your shoulders, and shoves you onto your knees. You let out a little yelp as you quickly pull your stupidly short skirt forward to cover up your completely visible pussy (naturally Tiffany shoved you down in a manner that forced you to spread your legs).

"Wai-" you open your mouth to object, but then hear a clicking noise. You come to the painful realization that it's too late, and Morgan already snapped a photo.

"Oh nice," he nods in approval as he holds up his phone for all to see. You only pray that no one else is looking, because Morgan is now the proud owner of a photo with you in the sluttiest school girl outfit you could possible imagine, posing on your knees with your mouth wide open. Great. Just great.

"God Stephi, you're such a nasty girl. You sure look good though!" Tiffany whispers in your ear. Well, at least she still thinks your cool. And it's just one guy? It can't be that bad, can it?

"Hey, how about you get her on all fours?" Tiffany asks Morgan, "that'd be pretty hot to, right?"

"That would be down right awesome," Morgan adds in as he levels his phone to take another picture. You don't exactly want to pose like a dog in the middle of a store, and you certainly don't want Morgan to have a picture of you doing so (although he is kind of cute). On the other hand, he already has one picture, how bad could one more be? And you don't want to look like a spoilsport in front of Tiffany. You're doing so well today with her!

[[Life as a good little girl/Let Morgan take pictures of you| Timidly get down on your hands and knees.]]

[[Life as a good little girl/Run away from Morgan| This is far enough. Mutter some excuse to get away.]]

[[Category:Life as a good little girl]]

Blackmail/ They tie you down onto the table

Dark Wanderer — Sun, 17 Aug 2014 09:37:13 GMT

Dark Wanderer:

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

You feel a rope around your wrists, and realize your being tied to the table. You desperately try and shove the men away, but it is a hopeless gesture. There's one of you and, well, how many of them again? You've only been fucked a few times at this point, but you're already in a daze. You cough up a bit up semen as the men put ropes around both your ankles too.

The ropes go tight, and you realize you've been tied face-down in a doggy-style position, with your legs spread and your hands bound in front of you. As an added, touch one of the men fashions a leash out of the remaining rope, and puts it around your neck.

You can hear everyone laughing at you; you're totally exposed and helpless. A teenage girl, not even old enough to legally have sex, and you're about to have more of it than probably you're entire school put together.

Except maybe for that Megan bitch. God, she's such a slut.

As you're surrounded by naked men, all hard and ready to violate you, you let out one last long, pitiful cry. Were these pictures really worth it? You hope you'll still be alive afterwards to find out. This was, without a doubt, the worse decision of your life. Why in the hell did you ever try to steal that swimsuit?

You don't have any more time to dwell on your past mistakes. You're seized by the men, one of them stats fucking you from behind. At least its only in your vagina; you're not sure you could handle another dick up your ass. You start sucking the first dick to line up in front of you; maybe if you finish him off quick you won't be choked to near suffocation.

The man doing you from behind finishes; that was quick. Didn't even hurt that much. Your empty hole is quickly filled up again; another dick slamming into you. The man in your mouth finishes; you gag it down. He's shoved aside so quick by the next guy you dribble a bit of his cum onto the incoming dick. You're rewarded with a slap in the face, and another dick in your throat.

Wham. Wham. Wham. You're pounded away at.

You choke down more cock as the third man takes your ass. Each thrust from him is like someone is thrusting out a piece of your soul. You'd cry or scream, but the sole action your head takes is to bob up and down on cock. The man face-fucking you finishes by shooting his load right into your eye; you wonder if you'll go blind as you scream at the stinging sensation.

Another. Another. Another. How many more can you take? How much longer can they go?

You're being fucked in both holes now; ass and vagina. You can feel the dicks rubbing inside you; bringing you sensations of pain, and something else. You close your eyes and gag on another cock.

You shake your hips a little. What the hell, it's not as if they're going to stop. Ever so slightly you move your ass up and down, alternately impaling yourself on the two dicks inside you. The sensation continues to build.

Fuck it. It doesn't matter. What have you go left to lose anyway?

You began to furiously suck dick and fuck cocks. There's three in you, and you give it all you got. You take the cock as deep into your throat as it will go; the jizz in your mouth helps lube it up well. You shove your ass up and down as fast as you can, taking those two dicks like, well, you don't even know like what. You just fuck like you don't care anymore, cause right now, you don't.

Everyone's laughing at you and cheering you on. Fuck it, you don't give a damn. It's coming,and it's coming NOW!

A huge orgasm hits you as you three guys unload into you. You're ass is full. You're vagina is overflowing. And you swallow another load to the cheering of you're rapists.

[[You're fucked all night long]]

[[They violate you endlessly]]

[[Blackmail/ You pass out| You pass out]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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

Blackmail/ Knock on the door

Dark Wanderer — Sun, 17 Aug 2014 09:34:06 GMT

Dark Wanderer:

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

"Well look who showed up after all," says the skinny guard from the mall with a smirk, "come on in."

The place smells foul, and you wrinkle your nose at the smell of cheap liquor and cigarettes. The guard takes you by the hand, and after shutting and locking the door behind you, guides you inside. The place is dim, and it's hard to tell well you're going. You stumble over a stray bottle in your nervousness; the guard picks you off the floor with a strong jerk.

"S-s-sorry," you stutter as you rub your arms; it's cold in this place. "Can I have those pictures back now?"

"Sure, sure," says the guard, "after you're done paying for them."

He opens a door leading downstairs, and before you can say a word, he shoves you down a small flight of stairs. You hit the floor with a thud, and let out a soft cry.

"Long time no see darling," comes a familiar voice. It belongs to the other guard, the short one. You notice him, and five other men, sitting around a small table. Cigarettes are carelessly strewn about, as are empty beer bottles. You look back towards the way out, but the door is already locked, and you're already surrounded.

"Why don't you get up on the table and give us a show?" says the short guard. His tone indicates that he won't be taking no for an answer.

[[Do it without complaining]]

[[Reluctantly strip for the men]]

[[Blackmailed/ Try to escape|Try to escape]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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

Blackmail/ They tie you down onto the table

Dark Wanderer — Sat, 16 Aug 2014 19:38:09 GMT

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They order you on all fours

Dark Wanderer — Sat, 16 Aug 2014 19:18:57 GMT

Dark Wanderer:

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

"Get down on all fours," you hear one of the men bark; you reluctantly submit to the cruel authority in his voice. Sniffling, and knowing full well what comes next, you get down on the table like a dog.

"Stick that butt up," he orders as he slaps your ass, "higher!"

He leaves a red hand print on your left butt cheek, as you cry out in shock and pain. You quickly do what he says, putting your tight little teen ass up as high as it will go. You feel a number of rough hands rub around your private area; pinching and spreading your cheeks however they see fit.

"Please," you start to cry and beg, "please be GENTLE! UGGGHHH!"

Without warning or preparation,a man slams his cock all the way into your ass. You can't believe how excruciatingly painful it is! And porn stars do this for a living? The man pounds away at you, slamming his dick as deep into you as it will go; you swear that he's about to shove himself all the way into your stomach.

"Get! GET OUT!" you cry as your held in place and violated. Another one of the men shoves his hand into your vagina; you've never been so full in your life! How can you possibly endure this?

"Oh dude," the man with his hand in your cunt laughs, "I can feel your dick from the inside!"

"That's disgusting!" one of the men say. Everyone laughs as your face turns red with humiliation and pain. You've being fucked in the ass, and someone is rubbing the dick through your vagina!

"Fuck-fucking queers!" you shout, "fucking queer douchebags!"

Your defiance earns you two rough slaps, and the worst face fucking of your life. One man grabs your hair, and slams himself down your throat. You gag in an instant, screaming in pain and despair as your eyes began to water up. How will you survive? You're literally choking on dick as one man rapes your ass, and the other fist fucks you.

"UGH UGH UGH!" is all you can groan out as whoever doesn't have a dick in you finds a way to torture you. You're tiny tits are being mauled fiercely, and one man is slapping your ass so hard you know you won't be able to sit down for at least a week.

It's both a blessing and a curse when the two men fucking you finish. You feel a hot load burst deep in your ass, shooting its way deep deep deep inside you. The person fucking your face lets out a moan as he comes, and you gag it all down because he's pinched your nose shot, and you know if you don't want to suffocate you've got to swallow it all. Everyone laughs at the little teen cum-dumpster, tears in her eyes and all holes gaping wide.

[[They rough you up]]

[[Blackmail/ They tie you down onto the table| They tie you down onto table]]

[[Blackmail/ You pass out| You pass out]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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

They order you on all fours

Dark Wanderer — Sat, 16 Aug 2014 19:16:15 GMT

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

"Get down on all fours," you hear one of the men bark; you reluctantly submit to the cruel authority in his voice. Sniffling, and knowing full well what comes next, you get down on the table like a dog.

"Stick that butt up," he orders as he slaps your ass, "higher!"

He leaves a red hand print on your left butt cheek, as you cry out in shock and pain. You quickly do what he says, putting your tight little teen ass up as high as it will go. You feel a number of rough hands rub around your private area; pinching and spreading your cheeks however they see fit.

"Please," you start to cry and beg, "please be GENTLE! UGGGHHH!"

Without warning or preparation,a man slams his cock all the way into your ass. You can't believe how excruciatingly painful it is! And porn stars do this for a living? The man pounds away at you, slamming his dick as deep into you as it will go; you swear that he's about to shove himself all the way into your stomach.

"Get! GET OUT!" you cry as your held in place and violated. Another one of the men shoves his hand into your vagina; you've never been so full in your life! How can you possibly endure this?

"Oh dude," the man with his hand in your cunt laughs, "I can fill your dick from the inside!"

"That's disgusting!" one of the men say. Everyone laughs as your face turns red with humiliation and pain. You've being fucked in the ass, and someone is rubbing the dick through your vagina!

"Fuck-fucking queers!" you shout, "fucking queer douchebags!"

Your defiance earns you two rough slaps, and the worst face fucking of your life. One man grabs your hair, and slams himself down your throat. You gag in an instant, screaming in pain and despair as your eyes began to water up. How will you survive? You're literally choking on dick as one man rapes your ass, and the other fist fucks you.

"UGH UGH UGH!" is all you can groan out as whoever doesn't have a dick in you finds a way to torture you. You're tiny tits are being mauled fiercely, and one man is slapping your ass so hard you know you won't be able to sit down for at least a week.

It's both a blessing and a curse when the two men fucking you finish. You feel a hot load burst deep in your ass, shooting its way deep deep deep inside you. The person fucking your face lets out a moan as he comes, and you gag it all down because he's pinched your nose shot, and you know if you don't want to suffocate you've got to swallow it all. Everyone laughs at the little teen cum-dumpster, tears in her eyes and all holes gaping wide.

[[They rough you up]]

[[Blackmail/ They tie you down onto the table| They tie you down onto table]]

[[Blackmail/ You pass out| You pass out]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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

Reluctantly strip for the men

Dark Wanderer — Tue, 22 Jul 2014 11:40:03 GMT

Dark Wanderer:

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

A few tears run down your cheeks as you nod and head towards the table. A chorus of whistles and lewd comments accompany you on your walk, and one of the men slaps your ass before you make it there. You let out a shriek of surprise and stumble, but before you hit the ground you are picked up and tossed up on the table.

It's a small table, only a few feet wide and maybe five feet or so high. You have a little room to move, but not much. The men form a circle around you, gazing upon you with predatory eyes. You sniffle softly, but resolve to do this.

Slowly you take off your t-shirt, revealing you taut stomach. Your slightly small breasts are protected by a white-lace bra, and you decide to leave that on as long as they'll let you.

You unbutton the top of your shorts, and slowly unzip them. You slid the pair of shorts down your legs, helpless to prevent the men from gazing at your butt. Lastly, you take off your shoes and socks, leaving you in your white bra and matching white lace thong.

The gang of men nod approvingly as you turn red with shame and try to cover yourself.

"Loose the rest girl, and let's get started," orders one of the mall cops; you aren't sure which one. It doesn't even matter anyway. Sobbing, and with tears running down your cheeks freely, you unclasp you bra and take it off. Your thong follows, and you are completely naked.

[[They order you on all fours]]

[[You are seized roughly]]

[[They spread you eagle on the table]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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

The rape intensifies

Dark Wanderer — Tue, 22 Jul 2014 11:34:34 GMT

Dark Wanderer:

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

You're barely holding on to conscious at this point. You don't know how much more you can take, and no one is slowing down. In fact, you don't think two of the men have even had a turn with you yet. Tears are flowing freely from you now, mixing in with the jizz that's dribbling from your mouth from the loads you were unable to completely swallow. Another man finishes off in you're vagina, and you feel the cum trickle down your leg.

"Shit that's a mess," one of the men whistles, "I'm not sticking my dick in there."

It sounded like a blessing; at least one of the men wouldn't be violating you. But you should have known better. You are a teenage high-school girl, fairly good looking with a tight butt and perky, if slightly small, breasts that jiggle just a bit when you jump. There is no way a single man in this room is going to simply let you be.

"NOOOO!" you scream louder than you ever have before in your life as the "nice" man slams his cock into your ass without any hesitation. The pain you felt from being finger fucked dry is nothing compared to the searing, burning, downright agonizing sensation you feel as your ass is violated. Deeper and deeper the man drives, each inch causes you to gargle and shout in new octaves you never knew you could reach, and pray you will never have cause to reach again.

"It hurts it hurts it hurts!" you cry as he rams it all the way in. You're still being pinned down, but the men have stopped shoving dicks down your throat for the moment. You cry ans sob as you look for something, ANYTHING, to help you out of here, but there's nothing. Nothing except for six men who are going to use you til you break.

The man in your ass begins to move, causing a whole new sensation to shoot through you. He fucks you like a piston, stopping for nothing except to occasionally better position himself to go deeper inside of you. You shake your hips about, trying to get away, but all you're dong is helping the man fuck you harder.

"Nooo," you whimper in a raspy voice as a sensation builds up inside of you, "I...I don't wanna..."

Suddenly you are flipped on your side, exposing your vagina to anyone who wants a go at it. There are no shortage of takers, and as the man continues to pound away at your ass, another man positions himself to fuck your cunt.

"Stop," your voice and breath are coming in short bursts now, "I'm....I'm gonna....I don't wanna...!"

Both your holes are filled. You've never been so full in your life. Never, ever have you felt the sensation of two dicks pounding away at you, and the feeling that was building inside you comes to the fore. You let out a long moan as you slammed in between two men, with the rest holding you down and hollering obscenities.

Your orgasm reaches its peak as the man fucking your vagina comes, causing a mixture of semen and female juices to collide together in you. You shake violently as you moan like a whore, temporarily losing yourself in the raw climax you just received from being fucked in the ass while another man shoved his dick in your vagina. You gasp for air, your face red with lust and shame as the other man shoots his load up deep into your ass.

"What a fucking slut," you hear him say.

[[Blackmail/ They tie you down onto the table| They tie you down onto the table]]

[[Blackmail/ You pass out| You pass out]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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

You are seized roughly

Dark Wanderer — Tue, 22 Jul 2014 11:33:33 GMT

Dark Wanderer:

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

A pair of hands grab you by your legs. You let out a scream and try to struggle, but one of the men grabs you buy your hair and slams you onto the table. You're quickly pinned down on your stomach, held firmly in place by no less than three pairs of hands.

"Awww yeah," someone says, bitch has got a nice ass!"

"Gonna enjoy the fuck!"

"You tight baby?" you can't see behind you, but someone spreads your legs apart, and you feel a rough hand at your vagina.

"STOP!" you beg, " I changed my mind! I changed my mind! I don't wanna do-"

You're sentence turns into a scream as one of the men roughly shoves three fingers inside you. He smashes them in and out, not caring the slightest about how dry you are. A searing pain erupts from below, and you began to scream and struggle with all your might.

"Take it ugh out! UGH! AHHH!" you cry as the man roughly rams you again and again with his hand. Another hand grabs you by your hair and lift you up slightly so your breasts are exposed.

"HELP!" you shout as one of the men grabs one of your still-developing breasts and mauls it with his hand. He squeezes it tightly and yanks on it until you swear he's going to rip it off.

"Open your mouth!" someone shouts, accompanying his order with a slap to your face. "Now!"

You instinctively open your mouth as far as you can, terrified of what is happening to you. At this point both of your arms are being held by two of the men, your legs are spread by another, your vagina is being violated by a hand mercilessly, and other man is about to-

"Oh god helmmmmmmmmhhhh!!!!!!" your sentence is cut short by a dick being shoved all the way down your throat. You begin to gag as you receive the most brutal throat fucking of your life. The man's dick smashes in and out of your mouth at rapid speed, and now your tears are not only from pain and humiliation, but also from lack of oxygen.

"Fuck her! Fuck her!" the men shout. Your vagina is given a brief break from the man's hand, only to be assaulted by another dick. You moan as you realize the man fucking your vagina is huge, and the pain only intensifies as your rammed from the front and the back at high-speeds.

"Come on slut! Shake those hips!" Someone barks. It's more than you can stand, but a hard smack on your right butt cheek compels you to action. You begin shaking your hips up and down as you're fucked from both ends, reduced to a piece of meat for these cruel men to use.

The man raping your vagina comes first, shooting his load deep inside you. He smacks you twice, once on each side of your butt, and steps back. He switches spots with one of the men holding your arms in place, both of whom are now having you rub their dicks with your hands. Before he starts, the man throat fucking you orgasms, shooting a sticky load of cum down your throat.

"Ugh! UGH! Stop!" you manage to gag as you spew jizz onto yourself. They don't listen.

Another man takes your mouth, while the one behind you fucks your vagina raw.

[[The rape intensifies]]

[[Blackmail/ They tie you down onto the table| They tie you down onto table]]

[[Blackmail/ You pass out| You pass out]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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

The rape intensifies

Dark Wanderer — Tue, 22 Jul 2014 11:32:34 GMT

Dark Wanderer:

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

You're barely holding on to conscious at this point. You don't know how much more you can take, and no one is slowing down. In fact, you don't think two of the men have even had a turn with you yet. Tears are flowing freely from you now, mixing in with the jizz that's dribbling from your mouth from the loads you were unable to completely swallow. Another man finishes off in you're vagina, and you feel the cum trickle down your leg.

"Shit that's a mess," one of the men whistles, "I'm not sticking my dick in there."

It sounded like a blessing; at least one of the men wouldn't be violating you. But you should have known better. You are a teenage high-school girl, fairly good looking with a tight butt and perky, if slightly small, breasts that jiggle just a bit when you jump. There is no way a single man in this room is going to simply let you be.

"NOOOO!" you scream louder than you ever have before in your life as the "nice" man slams his cock into your ass without any hesitation. The pain you felt from being finger fucked dry is nothing compared to the searing, burning, downright agonizing sensation you feel as your ass is violated. Deeper and deeper the man drives, each inch causes you to gargle and shout in new octaves you never knew you could reach, and pray you will never have cause to reach again.

"It hurts it hurts it hurts!" you cry as he rams it all the way in. You're still being pinned down, but the men have stopped shoving dicks down your throat for the moment. You cry ans sob as you look for something, ANYTHING, to help you out of here, but there's nothing. Nothing except for six men who are going to use you til you break.

The man in your ass begins to move, causing a whole new sensation to shoot through you. He fucks you like a piston, stopping for nothing except to occasionally better position himself to go deeper inside of you. You shake your hips about, trying to get away, but all you're dong is helping the man fuck you harder.

"Nooo," you whimper in a raspy voice as a sensation builds up inside of you, "I...I don't wanna..."

Suddenly you are flipped on your side, exposing your vagina to anyone who wants a go at it. There are no shortage of takers, and as the man continues to pound away at your ass, another man positions himself to fuck your cunt.

"Stop," your voice and breath are coming in short bursts now, "I'm....I'm gonna....I don't wanna...!"

Both your holes are filled. You've never been so full in your life. Never, ever have you felt the sensation of two dicks pounding away at you, and the feeling that was building inside you comes to the fore. You let out a long moan as you slammed in between two men, with the rest holding you down and hollering obscenities.

Your orgasm reaches its peak as the man fucking your vagina comes, causing a mixture of semen and female juices to collide together in you. You shake violently as you moan like a whore, temporarily losing yourself in the raw climax you just received from being fucked in the ass while another man shoved his dick in your vagina. You gasp for air, your face red with lust and shame as the other man shoots his load up deep into your ass.

"What a fucking slut," you hear him say.

[[Blackmail/ You are tied down| You are tied down]]

[[Blackmail/ You pass out| You pass out]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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

The rape intensifies

Dark Wanderer — Tue, 22 Jul 2014 11:32:04 GMT

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

You're barely holding on to conscious at this point. You don't know how much more you can take, and no one is slowing down. In fact, you don't think two of the men have even had a turn with you yet. Tears are flowing freely from you now, mixing in with the jizz that's dribbling from your mouth from the loads you were unable to completely swallow. Another man finishes off in you're vagina, and you feel the cum trickle down your leg.

"Shit that's a mess," one of the men whistles, "I'm not sticking my dick in there."

It sounded like a blessing; at least one of the men wouldn't be violating you. But you should have known better. You are a teenage high-school girl, fairly good looking with a tight butt and perky, if slightly small, breasts that jiggle just a bit when you jump. There is no way a single man in this room is going to simply let you be.

"NOOOO!" you scream louder than you ever have before in your life as the "nice" man slams his cock into your ass without any hesitation. The pain you felt from being finger fucked dry is nothing compared to the searing, burning, downright agonizing sensation you feel as your ass is violated. Deeper and deeper the man drives, each inch causes you to gargle and shout in new octaves you never knew you could reach, and pray you will never have cause to reach again.

"It hurts it hurts it hurts!" you cry as he rams it all the way in. You're still being pinned down, but the men have stopped shoving dicks down your throat for the moment. You cry ans sob as you look for something, ANYTHING, to help you out of here, but there's nothing. Nothing except for six men who are going to use you til you break.

The man in your ass begins to move, causing a whole new sensation to shoot through you. He fucks you like a piston, stopping for nothing except to occasionally better position himself to go deeper inside of you. You shake your hips about, trying to get away, but all you're dong is helping the man fuck you harder.

"Nooo," you whimper in a raspy voice as a sensation builds up inside of you, "I...I don't wanna..."

Suddenly you are flipped on your side, exposing your vagina to anyone who wants a go at it. There are no shortage of takers, and as the man continues to pound away at your ass, another man positions himself to fuck your cunt.

"Stop," your voice and breath are coming in short bursts now, "I'm....I'm gonna....I don't wanna...!"

Both your holes are filled. You've never been so full in your life. Never, ever have you felt the sensation of two dicks pounding away at you, and the feeling that was building inside you comes to the fore. You let out a long moan as you slammed in between two men, with the rest holding you down and hollering obscenities.

Your orgasm reaches its peak as the man fucking your vagina comes, causing a mixture of semen and female juices to collide together in you. You shake violently as you moan like a whore, temporarily losing yourself in the raw climax you just received from being fucked in the ass while another man shoved his dick in your vagina. You gasp for air, your face red with lust and shame as the other man shoots his load up deep into your ass.

"What a fucking slut," you hear him say.

[[Blackmail/ You are tied down| You are tied down]]

[[Blackmail/ You pass out| You pass out]]

[[Category: Blackmailed]]

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

You are seized roughly

Dark Wanderer — Tue, 22 Jul 2014 11:10:58 GMT

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

A pair of hands grab you by your legs. You let out a scream and try to struggle, but one of the men grabs you buy your hair and slams you onto the table. You're quickly pinned down on your stomach, held firmly in place by no less than three pairs of hands.

"Awww yeah," someone says, bitch has got a nice ass!"

"Gonna enjoy the fuck!"

"You tight baby?" you can't see behind you, but someone spreads your legs apart, and you feel a rough hand at your vagina.

"STOP!" you beg, " I changed my mind! I changed my mind! I don't wanna do-"

You're sentence turns into a scream as one of the men roughly shoves three fingers inside you. He smashes them in and out, not caring the slightest about how dry you are. A searing pain erupts from below, and you began to scream and struggle with all your might.

"Take it ugh out! UGH! AHHH!" you cry as the man roughly rams you again and again with his hand. Another hand grabs you by your hair and lift you up slightly so your breasts are exposed.

"HELP!" you shout as one of the men grabs one of your still-developing breasts and mauls it with his hand. He squeezes it tightly and yanks on it until you swear he's going to rip it off.

"Open your mouth!" someone shouts, accompanying his order with a slap to your face. "Now!"

You instinctively open your mouth as far as you can, terrified of what is happening to you. At this point both of your arms are being held by two of the men, your legs are spread by another, your vagina is being violated by a hand mercilessly, and other man is about to-

"Oh god helmmmmmmmmhhhh!!!!!!" your sentence is cut short by a dick being shoved all the way down your throat. You begin to gag as you receive the most brutal throat fucking of your life. The man's dick smashes in and out of your mouth at rapid speed, and now your tears are not only from pain and humiliation, but also from lack of oxygen.

"Fuck her! Fuck her!" the men shout. Your vagina is given a brief break from the man's hand, only to be assaulted by another dick. You moan as you realize the man fucking your vagina is huge, and the pain only intensifies as your rammed from the front and the back at high-speeds.

"Come on slut! Shake those hips!" Someone barks. It's more than you can stand, but a hard smack on your right butt cheek compels you to action. You begin shaking your hips up and down as you're fucked from both ends, reduced to a piece of meat for these cruel men to use.

The man raping your vagina comes first, shooting his load deep inside you. He smacks you twice, once on each side of your butt, and steps back. He switches spots with one of the men holding your arms in place, both of whom are now having you rub their dicks with your hands. Before he starts, the man throat fucking you orgasms, shooting a sticky load of cum down your throat.

"Ugh! UGH! Stop!" you manage to gag as you spew jizz onto yourself. They don't listen.

Another man takes your mouth, while the one behind you fucks your vagina raw.

[[The rape intensifies]]

[[They tie you down onto table]]

[[You pass out]]

[[Category: Blackmailed]]

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

Reluctantly strip for the men

Dark Wanderer — Tue, 22 Jul 2014 10:49:30 GMT

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

A few tears run down your cheeks as you nod and head towards the table. A chorus of whistles and lewd comments accompany you on your walk, and one of the men slaps your ass before you make it there. You let out a shriek of surprise and stumble, but before you hit the ground you are picked up and tossed up on the table.

It's a small table, only a few feet wide and maybe five feet or so high. You have a little room to move, but not much. The men form a circle around you, gazing upon you with predatory eyes. You sniffle softly, but resolve to do this.

Slowly you take off your t-shirt, revealing you taut stomach. Your slightly small breasts are protected by a white-lace bra, and you decide to leave that on as long as they'll let you.

You unbutton the top of your shorts, and slowly unzip them. You slid the pair of shorts down your legs, helpless to prevent the men from gazing at your butt. Lastly, you take off your shoes and socks, leaving you in your white bra and matching white lace thong.

The gang of men nod approvingly as you turn red with shame and try to cover yourself.

"Loose the rest girl, and let's get started," orders one of the mall cops; you aren't sure which one. It doesn't even matter anyway. Sobbing, and with tears running down your cheeks freely, you unclasp you bra and take it off. You're thong follows, and you are completely naked.

[[They order you on all fours]]

[[You are seized roughly]]

[[They spread you eagle on the table]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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

Blackmail/ Knock on the door

Dark Wanderer — Tue, 22 Jul 2014 10:38:49 GMT

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

"Well look who showed up after all," says the skinny guard from the mall with a smirk, "come on in."

The place smells foul, and you wrinkle your nose at the smell of cheap liquor and cigarettes. The guard takes you by the hand, and after shutting and locking the door behind you, guides you inside. The place is dim, and it's hard to tell well you're going. You stumble over a stray bottle in your nervousness; the guard picks you off the floor with a strong jerk.

"S-s-sorry," you stutter as you rub your arms; it's cold in this place. "Can I have those pictures back now?"

"Sure, sure," says the guard, "after you're done paying for them."

He opens a door leading downstairs, and before you can say a word, he shoves you down a small flight of stairs. You hit the floor with a thud, and let out a soft cry.

"Long time no see darling," comes a familiar voice. It belongs to the other guard, the short one. You notice him, and five other men, sitting around a small table. Cigarettes are carelessly strewn about, as are empty beer bottles. You look back towards the way out, but the door is already locked, and you're already surrounded.

"Why don't you get up on the table and give us a show?" says the short guard. His tone indicates that he won't be taking no for an answer.

[[Do it without complaining]]

[[Reluctantly strip for the men]]

[[Blackmailed/ Try to escape|Try to escape]]

[[Category: Blackmailed]]

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

Go get those pictures

Dark Wanderer — Tue, 22 Jul 2014 10:26:13 GMT

Dark Wanderer:

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

You really don't want to do this. In fact, you have never wanted to do anything less in your entire life. You think of all the possible reasons why you should not do this as you clean off your face. You have no idea what's waiting for you once you arrive, but it's not hard to guess what it will involve. Your ass is still in pain from the baton, and you feel like you're going to burst into tears at any moment.

Isn't there anyway out of this? You begin to apply your make-up. You consider calling the cops as you put on your lipstick, but fear the outcome. Even if the cops did stop them, there's no guarantee that the pictures still wouldn't get out. In fact, an argument could be made that you were a willing participate, considering how you look in some of those pictures. Plus, they still have proof of you stealing. The whole reason you did what you did was so that no one would find out about that!

Maybe you could just not go? You hold back your tears as you open up your closet. What's the worse that could happen? Well, for starters, you would be shamed throughout the entire school, known as the town slut, and probably be grounded for the rest of your life. Not an option.

"I can do this," you take a deep breath as you take out a pair of shorts, and a button up shirt. "Just go there, and get those pictures."

Mentally prepared, you check the time. It's five-thirty. Time to get going.

You tell your mom that you're going to a friend's house to work on a school project, and you don't know when you'll be home. She's too busy zoning on the couch to pay you any mind, but that's okay. You really don't feel like talking to her right now anyway.

It's a decent ways away from your house, so you hop on the bus and take it downtown. You manage to find the place without too much trouble; it's a dilapidated house in a poorer part of town. Exactly what you imagine a mall cop living in. You take a deep breath, stifle a sob, and

[[Blackmail/ Knock on the door|Knock on the door]]

[[Chicken out]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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

Go get those pictures

Dark Wanderer — Tue, 22 Jul 2014 10:25:35 GMT

Dark Wanderer:

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

You really don't want to do this. In fact, you have never wanted to do anything less in your entire life. You think of all the possible reasons why you should not do this as you clean off your face. You have no idea what's waiting for you once you arrive, but it's not hard to guess what it will involve. Your ass is still in pain from the baton, and you feel like you're going to burst into tears at any moment.

Isn't there anyway out of this? You begin to apply your make-up. You consider calling the cops as you put on your lipstick, but fear the outcome. Even if the cops did stop them, there's no guarantee that the pictures still wouldn't get out. In fact, an argument could be made that you were a willing participate, considering how you look in some of those pictures. Plus, they still have proof of you stealing. The whole reason you did what you did was so that no one would find out about that!

Maybe you could just not go? You hold back your tears as you open up your closet. What's the worse that could happen? Well, for starters, you would be shamed throughout the entire school, known as the town slut, and probably be grounded for the rest of your life. Not an option.

"I can do this," you take a deep breath as you take out a pair of shorts, and a button up shirt. "Just go there, and get those pictures."

Mentally prepared, you check the time. It's five-thirty. Time to get going.

You tell your mom that you're going to a friend's house to work on a school project, and you don't know when you'll be home. She's too busy zoning on the couch to pay you any mind, but that's okay. You really don't feel like talking to her right now anyway.

It's a decent ways away from your house, so you hop on the bus and take it downtown. You manage to find the place without too much trouble; it's a dilapidated house in a poorer part of town. Exactly what you imagine a mall cop living in. You take a deep breath, stifle a sob, and

[[Knock on the door]]
[[Chicken out]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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

Go get those pictures

Dark Wanderer — Tue, 22 Jul 2014 10:25:02 GMT

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

You really don't want to do this. In fact, you have never wanted to do anything less in your entire life. You think of all the possible reasons why you should not do this as you clean off your face. You have no idea what's waiting for you once you arrive, but it's not hard to guess what it will involve. Your ass is still in pain from the baton, and you feel like you're going to burst into tears at any moment.

Isn't there anyway out of this? You begin to apply your make-up. You consider calling the cops as you put on your lipstick, but fear the outcome. Even if the cops did stop them, there's no guarantee that the pictures still wouldn't get out. In fact, an argument could be made that you were a willing participate, considering how you look in some of those pictures. Plus, they still have proof of you stealing. The whole reason you did what you did was so that no one would find out about that!

Maybe you could just not go? You hold back your tears as you open up your closet. What's the worse that could happen? Well, for starters, you would be shamed throughout the entire school, known as the town slut, and probably be grounded for the rest of your life. Not an option.

"I can do this," you take a deep breath as you take out a pair of shorts, and a button up shirt. "Just go there, and get those pictures."

Mentally prepared, you check the time. It's five-thirty. Time to get going.

You tell your mom that you're going to a friend's house to work on a school project, and you don't know when you'll be home. She's too busy zoning on the couch to pay you any mind, but that's okay. You really don't feel like talking to her right now anyway.

It's a decent ways away from your house, so you hop on the bus and take it downtown. You manage to find the place without too much trouble; it's a dilapidated house in a poorer part of town. Exactly what you imagine a mall cop living in. You take a deep breath, stifle a sob, and

[[Blackmail/ Knock on the door|knock on the door]]
[[Chicken out]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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

Quickly duck your head and head home

Dark Wanderer — Tue, 22 Jul 2014 10:12:07 GMT

Dark Wanderer:

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

Without saying a word (though your current state of dress says more than enough) you run past the boys taunting you. You ignore their cat calls and jibes, deciding that you've already had a bad day, and the last thing you need is a group of boys surrounding you.

On the way home you try and wipe some of the cum off of your face; you succeed somewhat. Now, instead of your face looking like a cum depository, it resembles more a smeary mess. With luck, you might be able to say you spilled ice cream all over your face by accident. Although the person you're talking to would have to be awfully stupid.

The second you are home you shoot pass whoever is in the house, and upstairs into your room. You lock the door behind you, and stare at yourself in the mirror. Slowly you began the arduous task of cleaning up the mess you have become.

Next you

*[[Go get those pictures]]
*[[Forget it. It's not worth whatever it is they're planing]]
*[[Blackmail/Hear a knock on your door| Hear a knock on your door]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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

Quickly duck your head and head home

Dark Wanderer — Tue, 22 Jul 2014 10:08:51 GMT

Dark Wanderer:

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

Without saying a word (though your current state of dress says more than enough) you run past the boys taunting you. You ignore their cat calls and jibes, deciding that you've already had a bad day, and the last thing you need is a group of boys surrounding you.

On the way home you try and wipe some of the cum off of your face; you succeed somewhat. Now, instead of your face looking like a cum depository, it resembles more a smeary mess. With luck, you might be able to say you spilled ice cream all over your face by accident. Although the person you're talking to would have to be awfully stupid.

The second you are home you shoot pass whoever is in the house, and upstairs into your room. You lock the door behind you, and stare at yourself in the mirror. Slowly you began the arduous task of cleaning up the mess you have become.

Next you

*[[Go get those pictures]]
*[[Forget it. It's not worth whatever it is they're planing]]
*[[/Hear a knock on your door]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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

Quickly duck your head and head home

Dark Wanderer — Tue, 22 Jul 2014 10:05:52 GMT

Dark Wanderer:

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

Without saying a word (though your current state of dress says more than enough) you run past the boys taunting you. You ignore their cat calls and jibes, deciding that you've already had a bad day, and the last thing you need is a group of boys surrounding you.

On the way home you try and wipe some of the cum off of your face; you succeed somewhat. Now, instead of your face looking like a cum depository, it resembles more a smeary mess. With luck, you might be able to say you spilled ice cream all over your face by accident. Although the person you're talking to would have to be awfully stupid.

The second you are home you shoot pass whoever is in the house, and upstairs into your room. You lock the door behind you, and stare at yourself in the mirror. Slowly you began the arduous task of cleaning up the mess you have become.

Next you

*[[Go get those pictures]]
*[[Forget it. It's not worth whatever it is they're planing]]
*[[Hear a knock on your door]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

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

Quickly duck your head and head home

Dark Wanderer — Tue, 22 Jul 2014 10:05:23 GMT

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

Without saying a word (though your current state of dress says more than enough) you run past the boys taunting you. You ignore their cat calls and jibes, deciding that you've already had a bad day, and the last thing you need is a group of boys surrounding you.

On the way home you try and wipe some of the cum off of your face; you succeed somewhat. Now, instead of your face looking like a cum depository, it resembles more a smeary mess. With luck, you might be able to say you spilled ice cream all over your face by accident. Although the person you're talking to would have to be awfully stupid.

The second you are home you shoot pass whoever is in the house, and upstairs into your room. You lock the door behind you, and stare at yourself in the mirror. Slowly you began the arduous task of cleaning up the mess you have become.

Next you

*[[Go get those pictures]]
*[[Forget it. It's not worth whatever it is they're planing]]
*[[Hear a knock on your door]]

[[Category: Blackmail]]

Take the deal and do what he orders

Dark Wanderer — Tue, 22 Jul 2014 09:54:12 GMT

Dark Wanderer:

"Please don't give those pictures to anyone," you plead.

"Alright then," he says. "First things first, I think my shoes need a shine. Why don't you rub yourself real good on 'em?" He proffers a boot, cocked up in the air. You move to it and crouch over it, the toe in your pussy, and begin to rub. Another flash. You work yourself up and down the top of the boot, the toe touching the baton still in your ass. The exhibition is making you wet, making your task easier.

Grabbing your chin with two fingers under it and his thumb in your mouth, the guard pulls your head up. "Cute little thing, isn't she?" he says. He spits in your face. "You like that baton in your ass?" he says.

Not wanting to disappoint, you reply, "Yes, sir."

"That's what thieves get," he says. "Send you to jail, you'll get a guard's baton up your ass there. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Not wanting to get sent to jail, you reply, "No, sir."

"Tell me you love the baton in your ass," he orders.

"I love the baton in my ass, sir," you parrot.

"That's a good little slut. Now look up and me, and stick out your tongue." You do so, and he takes a picture. "That's the before picture. Now, get off my boot and suck this guy's dick." He points behind you, at the other guard, who already has his dick out. You scoot over to him and begin to suck his dick, letting him bounce your face on his crotch. The guard behind you pushes on the hilt of the baton with his toe, admiring you from behind.

Soon, the guard you're sucking on gets ready to deposit his load. He pulls out and holds your head still by the hair. "Tongue out," the other guard says. You comply, and the short guard ejaculates onto your face and outstretched tongue. Turning your head around, the skinny guard takes a picture before the short guard sticks his deflating dick back into your mouth, letting you suck the remnant of cum left in his dick.

Of course, now it's time for the other guard. There's much of the same, followed by a second layer of cum on your face and another picture. "Alright," the guard says. "If you want these pictures, come to this address," he writes something down on a piece of paper, "tonight at six. Otherwise, everyone in the town will love to see this baton in your ass." He reaches down and slides the baton out. "And be thankful we're not tying you up in the bathroom naked and leaving you there."

He wipes the baton off with your panties and tosses the other guard the rest of your clothes, he orders, "Get her clothes on and escort her out. I'm going to keep the slut's panties." Then, with a devious grin, "And leave that cum on her face." The taciturn guard nods as the skinny guard leaves the room. De-handcuffing you, he slides your clothes on, making sure to leave the cum in place, and then re-handcuffs you and walks you out of the mall. A few people notice, mostly because you're being escorted handcuffed than because you're covered in cum, but you're sure a few people knew. By the time you get to the exit, you're in tears from the humiliation. The guard releases you with little ceremony, and no pat on the ass or anything like it. A group of boys hanging outside the mall see you and make catcalls. What do you do next?

[[Flip off the boys]]

[[Quickly duck your head and head home]]
[[Category: Blackmail]]

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

Take the deal and do what he orders

Dark Wanderer — Tue, 22 Jul 2014 09:53:13 GMT

Dark Wanderer:

"Please don't give those pictures to anyone," you plead.

"Alright then," he says. "First things first, I think my shoes need a shine. Why don't you rub yourself real good on 'em?" He proffers a boot, cocked up in the air. You move to it and crouch over it, the toe in your pussy, and begin to rub. Another flash. You work yourself up and down the top of the boot, the toe touching the baton still in your ass. The exhibition is making you wet, making your task easier.

Grabbing your chin with two fingers under it and his thumb in your mouth, the guard pulls your head up. "Cute little thing, isn't she?" he says. He spits in your face. "You like that baton in your ass?" he says.

Not wanting to disappoint, you reply, "Yes, sir."

"That's what thieves get," he says. "Send you to jail, you'll get a guard's baton up your ass there. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Not wanting to get sent to jail, you reply, "No, sir."

"Tell me you love the baton in your ass," he orders.

"I love the baton in my ass, sir," you parrot.

"That's a good little slut. Now look up and me, and stick out your tongue." You do so, and he takes a picture. "That's the before picture. Now, get off my boot and suck this guy's dick." He points behind you, at the other guard, who already has his dick out. You scoot over to him and begin to suck his dick, letting him bounce your face on his crotch. The guard behind you pushes on the hilt of the baton with his toe, admiring you from behind.

Soon, the guard you're sucking on gets ready to deposit his load. He pulls out and holds your head still by the hair. "Tongue out," the other guard says. You comply, and the short guard ejaculates onto your face and outstretched tongue. Turning your head around, the skinny guard takes a picture before the short guard sticks his deflating dick back into your mouth, letting you suck the remnant of cum left in his dick.

Of course, now it's time for the other guard. There's much of the same, followed by a second layer of cum on your face and another picture. "Alright," the guard says. "If you want these pictures, come to this address," he writes something down on a piece of paper, "tonight at six. Otherwise, everyone in the town will love to see this baton in your ass." He reaches down and slides the baton out. "And be thankful we're not tying you up in the bathroom naked and leaving you there."

He wipes the baton off with your panties and tosses the other guard the rest of your clothes, he orders, "Get her clothes on and escort her out. I'm going to keep the slut's panties." Then, with a devious grin, "And leave that cum on her face." The taciturn guard nods as the skinny guard leaves the room. De-handcuffing you, he slides your clothes on, making sure to leave the cum in place, and then re-handcuffs you and walks you out of the mall. A few people notice, mostly because you're being escorted handcuffed than because you're covered in cum, but you're sure a few people knew. By the time you get to the exit, you're in tears from the humiliation. The guard releases you with little ceremony, and no pat on the ass or anything like it. A group of boys hanging outside the mall see you and make catcalls. What do you do next?

[[Flip off the boys]]

[[Head on home]]
[[Category: Blackmail]]

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

D&D: Suck his dick

Dark Wanderer — Tue, 03 Jun 2014 19:19:50 GMT

Dark Wanderer:

There's no point in resisting. Even if you had some daring escape plan to get you out of this situation, you have nowhere near close enough energy left to enact it. Besides, you tell yourself, what's one more blowjob at this point?

You meekly nod as you open your mouth, strands of the day's cum can still be seen on your tongue. The guard shoves his thick cock into your mouth, and you begin to suck on it. Lacking as you are in strength, the best you can offer is to bob your head up and down slightly; your mouth is hardly able to keep a grip at this point.

You continue at it for a few more minutes as the guard grows more and more impatient. Several times he smacks you on the head and tells you to speed up. You comply as best you can, doing your best to increase your speed and your grip on his dick.

Eventually he grows tired of your attempt, and takes your head in both of his large hands. With a grunt he shoves his dick as deep as it will go into your mouth. You instantly begin gagging on the hard cock, and the taste of semen-flavored vomit begins to rise up in the back of your throat.

The guard shows no mercy as you choke, and begins ramming his cock down your throat as fast as he can. Muffled moans and gags are all the sounds that you can make as you fear that he will choke you to death with a combination of dick and cum. You frantically pull against the ropes that hold you in place, causing you to sway about slightly. One of the other guards mentions something about you being a moving target, causing the guard who is throat-fucking you to laugh and continue to spear you with his dick no matter which way you squirm.

Eventually you feel his dick grow harder, and realize he's about to cum. You're already at your limit, and you don't think your stomach can handle anymore liquid today. On top of that, his dick has brought you to the breaking point. You choke and moan as he tightens his grip on your once luscious hair, now stained and dirty. His right hand slaps your tit once, leaving a stinging sensation.

"Eat...my...dick...elf-whore!" the guard pants as he tightens his grip on your head; you begin to think that if he doesn't choke you to death with his cock, he'll instead crush you to death with his hands. At this point, you're not even sure which fate you'd prefer. At last, the guard takes one more deep breath, you let out one more semen-garbled plea, and he stabs his dick as far down your throat as it will go.

A hot stream of jizz shoots down your throat, causing your eyes to go wide and your entire body to heave. You start choking, and your head begins to feel light from the lack of oxygen. The vomit you felt at the back of your throat comes to the fore, and your whole body trembles. At the last second, the guard pulls out of your mouth and steps to the side, causing you to send a mixture of vomit and semen, the only contents of your stomach, onto the floor. You continue to cough and choke up the substance as tears stream down your cheeks.

"Ugh...bleh...GUHHHHH!" you let out as you taste the semen that went down your throat throughout the day come back up in one large pile. All you can taste is that awful taste. All you can feel is your sore body, and the ropes holding you in place. All you can hear is the laughter of your sadistic captors.

"Gods be damned, isn't the janitor sick?" you hear one of the men mutter.

"Stupid elf-bitch," you hear as the rope holding your wrists above your head goes slack, allowing you some comfort. The comfort is, of course, short lived as your head is grabbed and shoved into the semen vomit covering the floor.

"It's not nice to make extra work for sick people!" you are told as a hand roughly stews your head about, covering your face in semen and vomit.

*[[D&D: The rest of the guards take turns with you.]]
*[[D&D: The guards leave you lying there in you own vomit.]]
*[[D&D: The lieutenant opens the door to your cell.]]

[[Category: Dungeons and Dragons]]

D&D: Suck his dick

Dark Wanderer — Tue, 03 Jun 2014 19:17:51 GMT

Dark Wanderer: Created page with 'There's no point in resisting. Even if you had some daring escape plan to get you out of this situation, you have nowhere near close enough energy left to enact it. Besides, yo…'

There's no point in resisting. Even if you had some daring escape plan to get you out of this situation, you have nowhere near close enough energy left to enact it. Besides, you tell yourself, what's one more blowjob at this point?

You meekly nod as you open your mouth, strands of the day's cum can still be seen on your tongue. The guard shoves his thick cock into your mouth, and you begin to suck on it. Lacking as you are in strength, the best you can offer is to bob your head up and down slightly; your mouth is hardly able to keep a grip at this point.

You continue at it for a few more minutes as the guard grows more and more impatient. Several times he smacks you on the head and tells you to speed up. You comply as best you can, doing your best to increase your speed and your grip on his dick.

Eventually he grows tired of your attempt, and takes your head in both of his large hands. With a grunt he shoves his dick as deep as it will go into your mouth. You instantly begin gagging on the hard cock, and the taste of semen-flavored vomit begins to rise up in the back of your throat.

The guard shows no mercy as you choke, and begins ramming his cock down your throat as fast as he can. Muffled moans and gags are all the sounds that you can make as you fear that he will choke you to death with a combination of dick and cum. You frantically pull against the ropes that hold you in place, causing you to sway about slightly. One of the other guards mentions something about you being a moving target, causing the guard who is throat-fucking you to laugh and continue to spear you with his dick no matter which way you squirm.

Eventually you feel his dick grow harder, and realize he's about to cum. You're already at your limit, and you don't think your stomach can handle anymore liquid today. On top of that, his dick has brought you to the breaking point. You choke and moan as he tightens his grip on your once luscious hair, now stained and dirty. His right hand slaps your tit once, leaving a stinging sensation.

"Eat...my...dick...elf-whore!" the guard pants as he tightens his grip on your head; you begin to think that if he doesn't choke you to death with his cock, he'll instead crush you to death with his hands. At this point, you're not even sure which fate you'd prefer. At last, the guard takes one more deep breath, you let out one more semen-garbled plea, and he stabs his dick as far down your throat as it will go.

A hot stream of jizz shoots down your throat, causing your eyes to go wide and your entire body to heave. You start choking, and your head begins to feel light from the lack of oxygen. The vomit you felt at the back of your throat comes to the fore, and your whole body trembles. At the last second, the guard pulls out of your mouth and steps to the side, causing you to send a mixture of vomit and semen, the only contents of your stomach, onto the floor. You continue to cough and choke up the substance as tears stream down your cheeks.

"Ugh...bleh...GUHHHHH!" you let out as you taste the semen that went down your throat throughout the day come back up in one large pile. All you can taste is that awful taste. All you can feel is your sore body, and the ropes holding you in place. All you can hear is the laughter of your sadistic captors.

"Gods be damned, isn't the janitor sick?" you hear one of the men mutter.

"Stupid elf-bitch," you hear as the rope holding your wrists above your head goes slack, allowing you some comfort. The comfort is, of course, short lived as your head is grabbed and shoved into the semen vomit covering the floor.

"It's not nice to make extra work for sick people!" you are told as a hand roughly stews your head about, covering your face in semen and vomit.

*[[D&D: The rest of the guards take turns with you.]]
*[[D&D: The guards leave you lying there in you own vomit.]]
*[[D&D: The lieutenant open the door to your cell.]]

[[Category: Dungeons and Dragons]]

D&D: You are returned to the barrack

Dark Wanderer — Tue, 03 Jun 2014 18:51:12 GMT

Dark Wanderer: Created page with 'You let out a soft and pitiable moan as you are dropped onto a hard stone floor. You are naked, and still sore from the brutal public gang rape you just endured. It takes a whi…'

You let out a soft and pitiable moan as you are dropped onto a hard stone floor. You are naked, and still sore from the brutal public gang rape you just endured. It takes a while to adjust your eyes to the dim light; yet there is a familiarity in this dim area. You cry softly when it dawns on you that you have been returned to your cell in the barracks.

"Please..." you manage to choke out; your mouth is still dripping from the massive amounts of cum you were forced to drink, "please no more. L-l-l-let me rest. Please..."

A chorus of chuckles erupt around you, forcing you to hang your head in shame. You should have known better than to beg, doing so only excites your captors. Tears stream down your cheeks as you are roughly pulled up by your hair; you glazed-over eyes stare into a particularly hairy guard with a thick black mustache.

He spits in your face, causing you to wince slightly, and even that takes up more energy than you really have. You feel a rope being wrapped around your wrists, and a tight pull on it brings you to a kneeling position. The guard with a mustache smacks you in the face with his dick a few times as he tugs on your hair.

"Come on. Your other holes are too used for my tastes, but I've got an itch you're going to scratch, one way or another."

*[[D&D: Suck his dick]]
*[[D&D: Refuse]]
*[[D&D: Summon up some courage and spit some semen at him]]

[[Category: Dungeons and Dragons]]