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A harrowing scream, pleading for them to stop

2017-12-06T02:51:35Z

TheLoremaster: Created page with 'You scream until your lungs run out of air, causing both of the men to freeze in shock. You take in a long, shaky breath, half sobbing, shaking violently. "Please!" You wail. "Le…'

You scream until your lungs run out of air, causing both of the men to freeze in shock. You take in a long, shaky breath, half sobbing, shaking violently. "Please!" You wail. "Leave me alone!" Tears stream from your eyes and cause your pretty hair to stick to your face. The two men exchange glances briefly, before the man sitting next to you grasps your hands again. There really isn't any point. You don't even put a struggle anymore. You just break down into hard, breathy sobs, so hard that you make yourself gag a little. "What the fuck are you doing Diran!?" Shouts the man holding your wrists to the man on the floor. "Keep going!" Diran goes back to eating you out, but even he seems to have lost his drive. A few more minutes of this sad scene pass, and any pleasure you may have had forced on you are drowned out by a growing sickness in your gut. Eventually, a voice you've not heard in a while speaks up.

"Enough!" Shouts Will, pushing Diran away from you and grabbing the other man by the collar. "What fuck do you think you're doing?" He growls at him. "I thought-" Stutters the man. "- but the boss said we could do what we wanted to her, they're just going to-"
"No!" Shouts Will, shaking the man. "He said you could play with her a little, not fucking torture her!" He pulls him to one side, away from you, then stands over you, holding on to the roof of the car for support. You slowly close your legs and curl into a ball, still crying your eyes out. Will shakes his head. "If she doesn't co-operate, i'll have your fucking head for this Demetrios!" He spits at the man, before pointing at you briefly. "Put her out again and keep her out. Lay a finger on her after that and i'll cut it off."

"Yes sir, o-of course sir..." The man, who now know is called Demetrios, whimpers. He produces the stun gun again and turns it on. He presses it into your neck once more, but this time with real hatred. He shocks you until it all goes black again...

[[The nightmare begins. (3)|The nightmare begins.]]

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<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Health
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> Unconcious
</td><td bgcolor="#GGFGG" valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="3"> Condition:
<p><i>Battered and bruised</i>
</p>
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<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Mental State
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> Unconscious
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[[Category: Destruction of the First Daughter]]

You let him lift you

2017-12-06T00:08:03Z

TheLoremaster:

Your mind and your body seem to be totally disconnected. In your head, you repeat to yourself ''Stay strong Ella, stay strong. They won't get away with this. You just need to power through.'' but as the stranger lifts you onto the seat beside him, your limp body puts up no resistance. You want to kick and scream and scratch and bite, but instead, you feel your legs assisting his arms in lifting you off of the ground. Your arms remain limp by your sides, and your eyes can't decide whether they want to stay wide open or slam shut. The two men stare at you, smiling in the most disturbing way, while you stare back. Your face is expressionless, but your eyes give away the fear inside you.

Instinctively, your arms and legs begin to move. You fold your arms over your chest and you attempt to cross your legs, but the man sitting beside you reaches out and places his hand firmly on your thigh, preventing you from doing so. "No, no, no, my flower." He almost whispers, his yellowing teeth bared at you. "Now's not the time to be getting shy on us. We're just about to start having some fun." His hand moves from your thigh to the back of your head, where he takes a handful of your wavy red hair. He pulls it gently towards his nose and sniffs it deeply, then he looks down at his accomplice, who is on his knees in front of you, staring up at you with a hunger in his eyes. "She smells great, Diran." he says down to him, before turning back to you. "See if she tastes as good as she smells."

The man on the floor, presumably Diran, springs forward and grabs both of your knees. At the same time, the man holding you hair pulls you towards him while sliding towards you, trapping your left arm against his body. You reach out with your right arm to try and stop Diran, but the other man is too quick and grabs your wrist. He pulls your hand behind your back, leaving you totally unable to fight back as Diran forces your legs apart.

"N-no, no..." You mumble as you struggle in vain to break free of your assaulters. "Shh, shh..." hisses the man holding you in place, his lips almost pressed against your ear. "Just let this happen, my love. We just want to make you feel good, yes?" He whispers. Diran gets himself right in between your legs, preventing you from shutting them. He pulls your dress up until it has been raised to just underneath your belly button. His fingers slide under the crotch of your underwear, pulling them to one side. As you feel his rough fingers press against your nethers, you struggle even harder. Just before you can scream, the man moves his hand from your hair to your mouth, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, almost putting you in a headlock. He keeps his face pressed into the side of your head, so that you can just see him out of the corner of your vision.

"Shh..." He whispers again as Diran's mouth makes contact with your pussy. He begins to whisper what would be very sweet compliments into your ear in a very different situation as Diran rapes you with his tongue, licking at your clit and sucking on your labia with almost painful vigour. The man in your ear tells you in excruciating detail how beautiful your face is and how perfect your body is. He tells you how much he loves you and wants to please you. He even goes as far as to say he wants to make you his wife and have equally beautiful children with you. This goes on for... you don't know how long. It feels like hours even though it was probably only a few minutes. The contrast between his sweet nothings and the sexual assault you are experiencing is jarring and confusing. Your senses are being totally overloaded, and to make matters worse, you can't even protest. But eventually, the car goes over a bump in the road and the man's hand slips away, giving you a chance. What comes out of your mouth can only be described as;

[[A harrowing scream, pleading for them to stop]]

[[A guttural moan, as pleasure overpowers you]]

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<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Health
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> Healthy
</td><td bgcolor="#GGFGG" valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="3"> Condition:
<p><i>Sore, but alive</i>
</p>
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<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Mental State
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> Losing hope
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<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Day
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> 0
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[[Category: Destruction of the First Daughter]]

You let him lift you

2017-12-06T00:02:37Z

TheLoremaster: Created page with 'Your mind and your body seem to be totally disconnected. In your head, you repeat to yourself ''Stay strong Ella, stay strong. They won't get away with this. You just need to pow…'

Your mind and your body seem to be totally disconnected. In your head, you repeat to yourself ''Stay strong Ella, stay strong. They won't get away with this. You just need to power through.'' but as the stranger lifts you onto the seat beside him, your limp body puts up no resistance. You want to kick and scream and scratch and bite, but instead, you feel your legs assisting his arms in lifting you off of the ground. Your arms remain limp by your sides, and your eyes can't decide whether they want to stay wide open or slam shut. The two men stare at you, smiling in the most disturbing way, while you stare back. Your face is expressionless, but your eyes give away the fear inside you.

Instinctively, your arms and legs begin to move. You fold your arms over your chest and you attempt to cross your legs, but the man sitting beside you reaches out and places his hand firmly on your thigh, preventing you from doing so. "No, no, no, my flower." He almost whispers, his yellowing teeth bared at you. "Now's not the time to be getting shy on us. We're just about to start having some fun." His hand moves from your thigh to the back of your head, where he takes a handful of your wavy red hair. He pulls it gently towards his nose and sniffs it deeply, then he looks down at his accomplice, who is on his knees in front of you, staring up at you with a hunger in his eyes. "She smells great, Diran." he says down to him, before turning back to you. "See if she tastes as good as she smells."

The man on the floor, presumably Diran, springs forward and grabs both of your knees. At the same time, the man holding you hair pulls you towards him while sliding towards you, trapping your left arm against his body. You reach out with your right arm to try and stop Diran, but the other man is too quick and grabs your wrist. He pulls your hand behind your back, leaving you totally unable to fight back as Diran forces your legs apart.

"N-no, no..." You mumble as you struggle in vain to break free of your assaulters. "Shh, shh..." hisses the man holding you in place, his lips almost pressed against your ear. "Just let this happen, my love. We just want to make you feel good, yes?" He whispers. Diran gets himself right in between your legs, preventing you from shutting them. He pulls your dress up until it has been raised to just underneath your belly button. His fingers slide under the crotch of your underwear, pulling them to one side. As you feel his rough fingers press against your nethers, you struggle even harder. Just before you can scream, the man moves his hand from your hair to your mouth, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, almost putting you in a headlock. He keeps his face pressed into the side of your head, so that you can just see him out of the corner of your vision.

"Shh..." He whispers again as Diran's mouth makes contact with your pussy. He begins to whisper what would be very sweet compliments into your ear in a very different situation as Diran rapes you with his tongue, licking at your clit and sucking on your labia with almost painful vigour. The man in your ear tells you in excruciating detail how beautiful your face is and how perfect your body is. He tells you how much he loves you and wants to please you. He even goes as far as to say he wants to make you his wife and have equally beautiful children with you. This goes on for... you don't know how long. It feels like hours even though it was probably only a few minutes. The contrast between his sweet nothings and the sexual assault you are experiencing is jarring and confusing. Your senses are being totally overloaded, and to make matters worse, you can't even protest. But eventually, the car goes over a bump in the road and the man's hand slips away, giving you a chance. What comes out of your mouth can only be described as;

[[A harrowing scream, pleading for them to stop]]
[[A guttural moan, as pleasure overpowers you]]

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<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
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<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Health
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> Healthy
</td><td bgcolor="#GGFGG" valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="3"> Condition:
<p><i>Sore, but alive</i>
</p>
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<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Mental State
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> Losing hope
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<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Day
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> 0
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[[Category: Destruction of the First Daughter]]

Don't aggravate him

2017-12-05T23:07:23Z

TheLoremaster:

You slam your eyes shut when you feel his fingers groping you. You swallow several times, trying to keep yourself from bursting into tears. You tell yourself that you have to remain strong. This will all be over soon, you know it. Dad will get you out of this.

In the meantime though, his hand continues to molest your ass for a while longer, until he chuckles. "Alright then, you asked for it." He posts the picture. You are already becoming a viral sensation. Hundreds of thousands of people, all across the world, are sharing your images.

"You don't seem to mind me touching you, princess." He says, his find its way back to your ass. "I like that, because you've got the kind of body i'll never tire of touching." His words and his hands send shivers across your body. He looks at the other man, who has been watching eagerly, and waves him over. "Come on. Have a feel. She won't resist." The man leans forward and takes a hold of one of your tits, kneading and squeezing it, oblivious to the fact that he is molesting you.

The first man moves his hands to you hips and starts to pull you up to your feet. "Come on, sit up with me on the couch. Lets have some fun..."

[[Hit the scumbag|You see red and lash out.]]

[[You let him lift you|Your body feels weightless as he lifts you up to sit beside him.]]

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<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Health
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> Healthy
</td><td bgcolor="#GGFGG" valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="3"> Condition:
<p><i>Sore, but alive</i>
</p>
</td></tr>
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<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Mental State
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> Shocked
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Day
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> 0
</td></tr></table>

[[Category: Destruction of the First Daughter]]

Don't aggravate him

2017-10-22T20:37:19Z

TheLoremaster:

You slam your eyes shut when you feel his fingers groping you. You swallow several times, trying to keep yourself from bursting into tears. You tell yourself that you have to remain strong. This will all be over soon, you know it. Dad will get you out of this.

In the meantime though, his hand continues to molest your ass for a while longer, until he chuckles. "Alright then, you asked for it." He posts the picture. You are already becoming a viral sensation. Hundreds of thousands of people, all across the world, are sharing your images.

"You don't seem to mind me touching you, princess." He says, his find its way back to your ass. "I like that, because you've got the kind of body i'll never tire of touching." His words and his hands send shivers across your body. He looks at the other man, who has been watching eagerly, and waves him over. "Come on. Have a feel. She won't resist." The man leans forward and takes a hold of one of your tits, kneading and squeezing it, oblivious to the fact that he is molesting you.

The first man moves his hands to you hips and starts to you up to your feet. "Come on, sit up with me on the couch. Lets have some fun..."

[[Hit the scumbag|You see red and lash out.]]

[[You let him lift you|Your body feels weightless as he lifts you up to sit beside him.]]

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<tr>
<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Health
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> Healthy
</td><td bgcolor="#GGFGG" valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="3"> Condition:
<p><i>Sore, but alive</i>
</p>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Mental State
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> Shocked
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Day
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> 0
</td></tr></table>

[[Category: Destruction of the First Daughter]]

Don't aggravate him

2017-10-22T20:36:09Z

TheLoremaster: Created page with 'You slam your eyes shut when you feel his fingers groping you. You swallow several times, trying to keep yourself from bursting into tears. You tell yourself that you have to rem…'

You slam your eyes shut when you feel his fingers groping you. You swallow several times, trying to keep yourself from bursting into tears. You tell yourself that you have to remain strong. This will all be over soon, you know it. Dad will get you out of this.

In the meantime though, his hand continues to molest your ass for a while longer, until he chuckles. "Alright then, you asked for it." He posts the picture. You are already becoming a viral sensation. Hundreds of thousands of people, all across the world, are sharing your images.

"You don't seem to mind me touching you, princess." He says, his find its way back to your ass. "I like that, because you've got the kind of body i'll never tire of touching." His words and his hands send shivers across your body. He looks at the other man, who has been watching eagerly, and waves him over. "Come on. Have a feel. She won't resist." The man leans forward and takes a hold of one of your tits, kneading and squeezing it, oblivious to the fact that he is molesting you.

The first man moves his hands to you hips and starts to you up to your feet. "Come on, sit up with me on the couch. Lets have some fun..."

[[Hit the scumbag|You see red and lash out.]]

[[You let him lift you|Your body feels weightless as he lifts you up to sit beside him.]]

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<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Health
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> Unconcious
</td><td bgcolor="#GGFGG" valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="3"> Condition:
<p><i>Battered and bruised</i>
</p>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Mental State
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> Unconscious
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Day
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> 0
</td></tr></table>

[[Category: Destruction of the First Daughter]]

Hit the scumbag

2017-10-19T20:03:08Z

TheLoremaster: Created page with 'Your hand strikes out like the swipe of a cat's paw. Before you even register that you've hurt him, he reels back with a yelp. You've scratched his face, leaving a very nasty set…'

Your hand strikes out like the swipe of a cat's paw. Before you even register that you've hurt him, he reels back with a yelp. You've scratched his face, leaving a very nasty set of cuts across his face, narrowly missing his eye. The whole car falls silent as they wait for the man's reaction.

He stands up with a scream, holding onto the ceiling of the car for support. He rains his boot down onto your small body, stomp after stomp. He aims for your legs, torso and arms, leaving you in amazing pain, degrading you the whole time until you are a curled up into a ball, taking blow after blow. He lines up one last boot to your face before Will pushes him back into his seat. "No!" He shouts, getting between him and you. "Our orders were to bring her back unharmed. OK? You can fuck with her as much as you like, but no injuries!" He turns to look at you, now without his shades on. There is a mixture of disgust and pity in his eyes. "Shock her again. No one lays a finger on her until we get there."

You try to sit up to protest, but it is too late. Darkness takes you again as the electricity runs through your body.

[[The nightmare begins. (2)|The nightmare begins.]]

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<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Health
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> Unconcious
</td><td bgcolor="#GGFGG" valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="3"> Condition:
<p><i>Battered and bruised</i>
</p>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Mental State
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> Unconscious
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Day
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> 0
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[[Category: Destruction of the First Daughter]]

You stay quiet

2017-10-19T19:58:23Z

TheLoremaster: Created page with 'The two men continue laughing at your plight as they hit send, and even more of your body is exposed to the world. You try to protest, but you can't. A part of you knows that you…'

The two men continue laughing at your plight as they hit send, and even more of your body is exposed to the world. You try to protest, but you can't. A part of you knows that you're not going to be able to stop them.

"What do you think about this one?" The man with your phone says. He shows you a picture of you sitting in front of your mirror naked, your legs spread far apart, revealing your hairy ginger snatch. The man chuckles. "I tell you what. You let me see that red bush of yours, and I won't share this picture to the world." You feel his hand touch your back and slowly work its way down your body. It doesn't stop until it reaches your ass and squeezes your cheek hard.

[[Hit the scumbag|As soon as you feel his hand touch you, your hand touches his face. Hard.]]

[[Don't aggravate him| Keep your eyes shut. Do what you can to not piss him off.]]

[[Show him what he wants|You have no choice. You do as he says.]]

<table width="100%">
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<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Health
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> Healthy
</td><td bgcolor="#GGFGG" valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="3"> Condition:
<p><i>Sore, but alive</i>
</p>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Mental State
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> Shocked
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Day
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> 0
</td></tr></table>

[[Category: Destruction of the First Daughter]]

You get angry

2017-10-19T19:41:21Z

TheLoremaster: Created page with 'You reach for your phone, but the man pulls it away. "Easy now." He says, looking at your with a dark expression. "If you want something, you need to ask for it. How about you gi…'

You reach for your phone, but the man pulls it away. "Easy now." He says, looking at your with a dark expression. "If you want something, you need to ask for it. How about you give me something... then i'll give you-" You aren't in the mood to be fucked with. You reach out again and get a hold of your phone. The man tries to pull away again, but you won't let go.

A scuffle breaks out, and you see red. Eventually you go flying back from the man, with the phone in your hands. The man lets out a high-pitched yelp and if holding his face. The whole car goes quiet and fills with tension. The man slowly removes his hand from his face and you see that you've given him a pretty serious scratch across his face. Three cuts have marked him, with one narrowly missing his eye. Specks of blood have already started to form on the wound. He slowly lowers his hands and turns his gaze to you, and he does not look happy.

You quickly scramble to delete the pictures, but there is no escaping his wrath. He stands up with a scream, holding onto the ceiling of the car for support. He rains his boot down onto your small body, stomp after stomp. He aims for your legs, torso and arms, leaving you in amazing pain, degrading you the whole time. He lines up one last boot to your face before Will pushes him back into his seat. "No!" He shouts, getting between him and you. "Our orders were to bring her back unharmed. OK? You can fuck with her as much as you like, but no injuries!" He turns to look at you, now without his shades on. There is a mixture of disgust and pity in his eyes. "Shock her again. No one lays a finger on her until we get there."

You try to sit up to protest, but it is too late. Darkness takes you again as the electricity runs through your body.

[[The nightmare begins. (2)|The nightmare begins.]]

<table width="100%">
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Health
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> Unconcious
</td><td bgcolor="#GGFGG" valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="3"> Condition:
<p><i>Battered and bruised</i>
</p>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Mental State
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> Unconscious
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Day
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> 0
</td></tr></table>

[[Category: Destruction of the First Daughter]]

Force yourself up

2017-10-19T19:27:44Z

TheLoremaster: Created page with 'Your faculties slowly come back to you, one by one. You can feel yourself lying face-down on the cold floor of the car. Your head pounds and you can feel your heartbeat in your e…'

Your faculties slowly come back to you, one by one. You can feel yourself lying face-down on the cold floor of the car. Your head pounds and you can feel your heartbeat in your ears. Gradually you open your eyes, only to be greeted by the interior of the car shaking and swirling in your vision. You are finally able to find you balance and push yourself up onto your knees, though it does take some time.

"Oh ho ho!" shouts one of the foreigners, rubbing his hands together. "She rises at last!" The other one grins at you with a wolfish smile. "I thought you'd be out for the rest of the ride, pretty. But while you're up, look at this." He shows you what appears to be your phone. Of course, Will knows the password to your mobile for safety reasons. He must have shared it with your kidnappers. What you see on the screen is your twitter page where you have millions of followers. The man has posted a picture from your photo roll. To your horror, it is a nude picture you once shared with your boyfriend of your breasts. Your face is clearly visible. It already has tens of thousands of retweets. The post reads "Just been kidnapped by IBIS. Can't wait to suck immigrant dick!"

The men laugh at you as you struggle to process the imagine you've just seen. "Lets treat the fans to another one, huh? What about this picture here?" He shows you another picture of you bent over your bed, your holes on display. "And lets put... can't wait for these terrorists to fuck my fat white ass..."

[[You stay quiet|Your mind struggles to function. You can't even speak.]]

[[You get angry|Your hands ball into fists. Before you even know what's happened, you've hurt someone.]]

[[Break down|This is too much. You can't hold back the tears.]]

<table width="100%">
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Health
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> Healthy
</td><td bgcolor="#GGFGG" valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="3"> Condition:
<p><i>Sore, but alive</i>
</p>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Mental State
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> Shocked
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Day
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> 0
</td></tr></table>

[[Category: Destruction of the First Daughter]]

You're too weak to fight back. Stay down.

2017-10-19T19:05:41Z

TheLoremaster: Created page with 'You spend the rest of the car ride slipping in and out of consciousness. Every time you wake up, you miss being unable to feel anything. Your head spins and pounds, and it takes …'

You spend the rest of the car ride slipping in and out of consciousness. Every time you wake up, you miss being unable to feel anything. Your head spins and pounds, and it takes all of your willpower to not vomit. You do occasionally hear the men talking, but they are talking in a language you don't understand. Your mind is too frazzled to ask questions right now, so you just keep quiet and beg that whatever is happening will be over soon. They won't hurt you if you don't cause problems... right?

After a very long, very bumpy journey, Will finally speaks in your language. "Alright, we're almost there. Make sure she's out. I saw her eyes flicker, and she can't be allowed to see anything."
"You got it boss." Says one of the foreigners, slamming the stun gun back into your neck. Darkness takes you again. This will be the last time you ever see daylight...

[[The nightmare begins.]]

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Do as Will says

2017-10-19T18:58:56Z

TheLoremaster: Created page with 'You close your eyes for a second and shake your head. You let out a long exhale before looking up at Will and smiling. "Sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. I think I just n…'

You close your eyes for a second and shake your head. You let out a long exhale before looking up at Will and smiling. "Sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me. I think I just need my bed..." You say with a chuckle. Will nods and seems to relax. You see a very rare smile spread across his face, one that almost seems nervous. "Of course ma'am. You've had a long day." You climb into the limo, carefully keeping your hands positioned on your dress to preserve your modesty.

Looking around the car, your heart skips a beat when you see two men you've never seen before looking back at you. They are dressed like Secret Service agents, right down to the shades, so you assume that they are a new part of your detail. As Will gets into the car behind you and closes the door, you press your knees together and play with the hem of your dress. "Will, is everything ok?" You ask, trying to look at the other men. For a few seconds, he sits in an uneasy silence, staring out of the window and not meeting your eyes. "Everything is fine." He says quietly, before finally turning around to look at you. "Just a precaution." He mutters, before turning to another one of the men. "Call it in." He says firmly.

"The bitch is in the kennel. I repeat, the bitch is in the kennel." Says one of the men into his wrist. He has a thick accent that you don't recognise. "What is just a precaution?!" You blurt out, panic rising in your chest again. You finally look at the two other men, both of which are clearly from an ethnicity other than you. One has the olive skin of a person from the Middle East, while the other appears to be Latino. You are now certain that neither of these men work for you. "Driver! Pull over!" You shout, but as you look in the rear-view mirror of the car, you see that the man driving the car is not your usual driver. You are now absolutely certain that you've been kidnapped.

You can't help it. The lump in your throat climbs up into your mouth and escapes as a scream. You grab onto Will's leg, almost falling onto your knees. "Please, please! Get me out of here! Get me out of here!" You bawl at him, but he pushes you away and onto the floor. "Somebody shut her up!" he orders the men. Before you can get back up again, a stun gun slams into your neck. After several seconds of being shocked, you pass out on the cold floor of the limo...

After what could be hours or days, you feel consciousness slipping back into you.

[[Force yourself up]]

[[You're too weak to fight back. Stay down.]]

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</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> Barely Conscious
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<p><i>Sore, but alive</i>
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Take a moment to look around

2017-10-19T18:17:29Z

TheLoremaster: Created page with 'You swallow a few times, panic rising in your throat. "Uh..." You groan, putting your head on a swivel and looking around quickly. To your right you see the very busy street that…'

You swallow a few times, panic rising in your throat. "Uh..." You groan, putting your head on a swivel and looking around quickly. To your right you see the very busy street that the car pulled in from. There is supposed to be a gate there that only opens when you have permission to enter, monitored by a security camera. For some reason, it is still wide open. Actually, it seems like it has been forced open. A few pieces of metal which could very have been part of a lock lie on the ground, cut apart or broken.

To your left, the alleyway closes off into a tall brick wall, which is part of the building you just came from. A large dumpster lies against the wall, with a pale red liquid dripping down the front of it. As your eyes trace across the ground, you see there is more red, almost leading to where you are standing.

You look at the car inside you can see two men, which is very odd. Normally when you travel, it is just you, Will and the driver. Something must be wrong. Why else would they send more guards? Let alone guards that you don't recognise. These two men are totally unknown to you. You can't recall having any ethnic guards on your detail...

"Ma'am." Says Will sternly, snapping you out of your panicked daze for a second. "Get in the vehicle, please." He orders.

*[[Do as Will says|Shake it off and do as your bodyguard says]]
*[[Head back inside|Something is very, very wrong. You should go back inside until it's safe]]

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<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Health
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> Perfectly Healthy
</td><td bgcolor="#GGFGG" valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="3"> Condition:
<p><i>A little tired</i>
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</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> Uneasy
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Head for the car

2017-10-19T18:04:31Z

TheLoremaster:

You knock on your side of the door, then Will opens it up just a crack and peers around the corner. "I'm ready." You say, cupping your hands together. Will nods, his eyes obscured by black sunglasses. He speaks into his wrist. "Rose is on the move." He waits for a second before opening the door fully and motioning for you to follow him. You know the protocol by now, but you know how serious these Secret Service boys take their job, so you follow his orders to placate him.

Will treats every corner as if there might be a gunman behind it, checking to make sure it is clear before motioning for you to follow him. Even for him, this seems excessive, you note to yourself. Eventually you make it to the back of the building without getting shot where your car, a bulletproof limo with blacked out windows, has just pulled up.

Your guard moves forward and quickly opens the door to the limo, holding it open for you to enter. Something makes you pause though. You can't explain it, but something just feels off. You reach for your phone out of instinct. Although his shades hide most his emotions, you can tell Will is losing patience by the curling of his lips. "Ma'am?" He says, before motioning to the door again.

*[[Do as Will says|Shake it off and do as your bodyguard says]]
*[[Take a moment to look around|Steady yourself and look around to make sure you're safe]]
*[[Head back inside|Something is very, very wrong. You should go back inside until it's safe]]

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<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
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<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Health
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> Perfectly Healthy
</td><td bgcolor="#GGFGG" valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="3"> Condition:
<p><i>A little tired</i>
</p>
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<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Mental State
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> Uneasy
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<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Day
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> 0
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Head for the car

2017-10-19T18:04:06Z

TheLoremaster: Created page with 'You knock on your side of the door, then Will opens it up just a crack and peers around the corner. "I'm ready." You say, cupping your hands together. Will nods, his eyes obscure…'

You knock on your side of the door, then Will opens it up just a crack and peers around the corner. "I'm ready." You say, cupping your hands together. Will nods, his eyes obscured by black sunglasses. He speaks into his wrist. "Rose is on the move." He waits for a second before opening the door fully and motioning for you to follow him. You know the protocol by now, but you know how serious these Secret Service boys take their job, so you follow his orders to placate him.

Will treats every corner as if there might be a gunman behind it, checking to make sure it is clear before motioning for you to follow him. Even for him, this seems excessive, you note to yourself. Eventually you make it to the back of the building without getting shot where your car, a bulletproof limo with blacked out windows, has just pulled up.

Your guard moves forward and quickly opens the door to the limo, holding it open for you to enter. Something makes you pause though. You can't explain it, but something just feels off. You reach for your phone out of instinct. Although his shades hide most his emotions, you can tell Will is losing patience by the curling of his lips. "Ma'am?" He says, before motioning to the door again.

*[[Do as Will says|Shake it off and do as you bodyguard says]]
*[[Take a moment to look around|Steady yourself and look around to make sure you're safe]]
*[[Head back inside|Something is very, very wrong. You should go back inside until it's safe]]

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<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
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<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Health
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> Perfectly Healthy
</td><td bgcolor="#GGFGG" valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="3"> Condition:
<p><i>A little tired</i>
</p>
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<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Mental State
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> Uneasy
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<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Day
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> 0
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[[Category: Destruction of the First Daughter]]

You call your boyfriend

2017-10-19T17:39:18Z

TheLoremaster: Created page with 'You have been seeing your boyfriend Alexander since you were both around 15 years old. By his own admission, he is clingy, needy and possessive, but that has become a part of him…'

You have been seeing your boyfriend Alexander since you were both around 15 years old. By his own admission, he is clingy, needy and possessive, but that has become a part of him you love. He can't seem to go 20 minutes without checking up on you, and it does feel good to be so loved. You take your phone from your handbag and call him. While the phone rings, you think of what you want to say to him. You want him to come over and get under the covers with you while you watch that new TV show everyone's been going on about... and you want to do it with no pants on. You blush to yourself at the thought of it, barely noticing that he had picked up the phone.

"El..." You hear faintly. "Alex?" You say back, instinctively holding your hand to the speaker protectively. "Are you there?" There is no response for a few seconds, only static. "El... ple... they..." You barely make out anything over the sound of the static before the call ends. You check your phone. 'No signal'.

You impatiently tap your fingers on the sink, considering calling him again. "He's fine." You tell yourself. "I'll call him in the car..."

[[Check yourself out|Take a look at yourself in the mirror and clean yourself up a bit.]]

[[Head for the car|Let Will know you're ready to head home.]]

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<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Health
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> Perfectly Healthy
</td><td bgcolor="#GGFGG" valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="3"> Condition:
<p><i>A little tired</i>
</p>
</td></tr>
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<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Mental State
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> Perfectly sane
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<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Day
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> 0
</td></tr></table>

[[Category: Destruction of the First Daughter]]

Lets get started

2017-10-19T16:51:13Z

TheLoremaster: /* Chapter 1 */

== Chapter 1 ==

You are currently in the bathroom of a very swanky hotel in the capital of your country. You are at a charity event, which is thankfully coming to an end. It's been a long day, and you can't wait to get back home to the Presidential Palace and relax. It sounds like the crowd outside is beginning to die down, so hopefully you'll be able to slip out the back entrance without anyone getting in your way, or asking for an autograph. There is a knock on the door, after which your Secret Service bodyguard named Will pops his head into the room. "5 minutes until we move, ma'am." He says. You nod and smile at him, and he disappears back behind the door. After a long yawn and a stretch, you decide you can't just hide out in here all day and better get a move on.

[[Check yourself out|Take a look at yourself in the mirror and clean yourself up a bit.]]

[[You call your boyfriend|Give your boyfriend a call. Let him know you'll be home in a short while.]]

[[Head for the car|Let Will know you're ready to head home.]]

<table width="100%">
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<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Health
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> Perfectly Healthy
</td><td bgcolor="#GGFGG" valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="3"> Condition:
<p><i>A little tired</i>
</p>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Mental State
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> Perfectly sane
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Day
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> 0
</td></tr></table>

[[Category: Destruction of the First Daughter]]

Check yourself out

2017-10-19T16:49:30Z

TheLoremaster:

You run your fingers through your curly, fiery hair, pushing it back out of your face. No matter what you do, your hair has a will of its own and always wants to conform to thick, luscious curls. You sort it out and make yourself look a little bit more presentable after a long day of shaking hands and sharing smiles.

You run your hands over your soft, unblemished face, happy to see that your eyes look much less tired than they feel. Your mascara and eyeliner are still on point, so you see no need for a top-up, but you do reach into your bag for your lipstick to give your plump, kissable lips another coat of heartbreak red. You blow yourself a kiss and smack your lips, causing you to grin a little. You look great and you know it.

You step back from the mirror and examine your clothing. You wear a black faux-leather jacket over your white dress, which ends just above your knees. The dress isn't supposed to be tight, but it does cling perfectly to your curvy hips, chest and rear while remaining breezy around the hem. Under the dress you wear black stockings and suspenders on your legs, coupled with a matching set of black, lacy underwear, each ornamented with a little pink bow. On your feet you wear a simple pair of dolly shoe slip-ons. You never were a fan of heels. A gold locket with a picture of your late mother in it graces your neck, an heirloom in the making. You have a pair of diamond earrings in your ears.

[[You call your boyfriend|Give your boyfriend a call. Let him know you'll be home in a short while.]]

[[Head for the car|Let Will know you're ready to head home.]]

<table width="100%">
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#LLCLL" valign="top" width="100%" colspan="3"> <b>Status</b>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top" width="8%"> Health
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top" width="8%"> Perfectly Healthy
</td><td bgcolor="#GGFGG" valign="top" width="84%" rowspan="3"> Condition:
<p><i>A little tired</i>
</p>
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Mental State
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> Perfectly sane
</td></tr>
<tr>
<td bgcolor="#OOFOO" valign="top"> Day
</td><td bgcolor="#DDFDD" valign="top"> 0
</td></tr></table>

[[Category: Destruction of the First Daughter]]

Check yourself out

2017-10-19T16:43:44Z

TheLoremaster:

You run your fingers through your curly, fiery hair, pushing it back out of your face. No matter what you do, your hair has a will of its own and always wants to conform to thick, luscious curls. You sort it out and make yourself look a little bit more presentable after a long day of shaking hands and sharing smiles.

You run your hands over your soft, unblemished face, happy to see that your eyes look much less tired than they feel. Your mascara and eyeliner are still on point, so you see no need for a top-up, but you do reach into your bag for your lipstick to give your plump, kissable lips another coat of heartbreak red. You blow yourself a kiss and smack your lips, causing you to grin a little. You look great and you know it.

You step back from the mirror and examine your clothing. You wear a black faux-leather jacket over your white dress, which ends just above your knees. The dress isn't supposed to be tight, but it does cling perfectly to your curvy hips, chest and rear while remaining breezy around the hem. Under the dress you wear black stockings and suspenders on your legs, coupled with a matching set of black, lacy underwear, each ornamented with a little pink bow. On your feet you wear a simple pair of dolly shoe slip-ons. You never were a fan of heels. A gold locket with a picture of your late mother in it graces your neck, an heirloom in the making. You have a pair of diamond earrings in your ears.

[[You call your boyfriend|Give your boyfriend a call. Let him know you'll be home in a short while.]]

[[Head for the car|Let Will know you're ready to head home.]]

{{Health|Status=''Equipment''}}

[[Category: Destruction of the First Daughter]]

Check yourself out

2017-10-19T16:41:38Z

TheLoremaster: Created page with 'You run your fingers through your curly, fiery hair, pushing it back out of your face. No matter what you do, your hair has a will of its own and always wants to conform to thick…'

Lets get started

2017-10-19T16:27:10Z

TheLoremaster: Created page with '== Chapter 1 == You are currently in the bathroom of a very swanky hotel in the capital of your country. You are at a charity event, which is thankfully coming to an end. It's b…'

Destruction of the First Daughter

2017-10-19T16:02:59Z

TheLoremaster: Created page with 'You are Eleanor Rossi, known as Ella to your friends. You're a pretty young thing, aged 19, with shoulder length, curly ginger hair, pale blue, doe-like eyes, a pair of thick, pi…'

You are Eleanor Rossi, known as Ella to your friends. You're a pretty young thing, aged 19, with shoulder length, curly ginger hair, pale blue, doe-like eyes, a pair of thick, pink lips which hide a perfect, straight smile. You stand around 5'3'' inches tall, and while you modestly describe your body as being 'average', anyone with a working pair of eyes can see that you're quite the treat. Your body is feminine while also curvaceous, from your long, slender neck, through to your thin waist and wide hips, down to your thick thighs and petite feet. You carry little more weight on your body than what the 'industry standard' woman is supposed to, sure, but it just makes you all the more beautiful. Your chest bears two almost perfectly formed breasts, just about a D-cup in size.

You are fairly intelligent, having come out near the top or on-top of all of your classes. Now in college, you are well on your way to continuing that trend. Not only that, but you are fairly popular both in your local area, and your various blogs and social media accounts have many fans and followers.

But, most importantly, you are the daughter of Thomas Rossi; President Thomas Rossi.

Your father is the leader of a very rich and powerful country known as the United Free States, or the UFS. Now in his second term, his reign has been very controversial. His aggressive foreign policy has led to your nation's troops being deployed all over the world in many conflicts, and he has been known to issue harsh economic sanctions on any nations that tries to stand in his way - even former friends and allies. While he has many admirers within the UFS, many people outside the country hold him in contempt.

One such group of people calls themselves the International Brotherhood against Injustice and Suffering, or IBIS. Initially, they started off as a religious charity, striving to help innocent people affected by your father's government. But when your government declared them terrorists and enemies for 'working against the UFS army', they took it upon themselves to act like terrorists, and as your father's transgressions have become more common across the world, people from all countries have flocked to their ranks seeking justice.

Despite several UFS embassies and workers coming under attack all over the world, your father insists that IBIS is not a threat within the borders of the UFS, and will be dealt with soon. You, and most of your country, chose to believe him.

He was wrong.

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Welcome to Destruction of the First Daughter!

I'll be frank with you. This is going to be a smutty adventure. More than that, it is going to be a sad, violent adventure. Dear, beautiful Ella here is going to come across some members of IBIS, and she is not going to have a good time. These people have suffered under the boot of the UFS for years, and represent millions of people who want revenge. They will take this revenge out on poor Ella. She will be tortured. She will be humiliated. She will almost certainly die.

'''CONSIDER THIS YOUR ONLY WARNING'''
This adventure will contain the following: Rape, torture, extreme humiliation, blood, violence, gore, death, and may possibly contain things like watersports, scat, beastiality and anything else I see fit to include. There are no limits to what Ella will endure. Feel free to edit, but I expect there to be a high quality of writing. I will edit and delete anything and everything I don't like with impunity.

If for any reason you believe that you cannot handle anything i've just said in the paragraph above, please, go and read something else. If you're ready to proceed, then [[lets get started]].

[[Category: Destruction of the First Daughter]]

All Adult Stories/D

2017-10-19T14:47:45Z

TheLoremaster:

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|[[Darklands - A Medieval Adventure]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Darklands - A Medieval Adventure}} || {{Public}}
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|[[Date Night - A Dating Sim]]|| WIP || private
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|[[Death Will Come]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Death Will Come}} || {{Public}}
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|[[A Demons gift|A Demon's Gift]]|| {{PAGESINCAT:A Demon's Gift}} || {{Private}}
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|[[Demonic Might]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Demonic Might}} || {{DNE}}
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|[[Deutsche Geschichten]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Deutsche Geschichten}} || {{Public}}
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|[[Desert Island]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Desert Island}} || {{Public}}
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|[[Destruction of the First Daughter]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Destruction of the First Daughter}} || {{Public}} (<font color="red">Feel free to edit, but read the first page before doing so. If I don't like your work, i'll delete it without warning.</font>)
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|[[Die Farm]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Die Farm}} || {{public}}
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|[[Different Girls, Different Kinks]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Different Girls, Different Kinks}} || {{Private}}
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|[[Dirty minded serial offender]] || {{PAGESINCAT:DMSO}} || {{Private}}
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|[[Disaster in Space]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Disaster in Space}} || {{Private}}
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|[[Divas Choose Your Own Adventure: Intercontinental Coozing]] || {{Public}} I only ask that you don't use rape or violence in the story, but other than that go nuts
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|[[Down The Rabbit Hole]] || 364 || (Hail Eris!) {{Public}}
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|[[Downfall]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Downfall}} || Please do not edit except for spelling mistakes
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|[[DRAMAtical Murder: Text Version]] || {{PAGESINCAT:DRAMAtical Murder: Text Version}} || {{DNE}} This will have non-con/rape in some parts and is mostly story.
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Stand, stretch and sit back down. You don't have the energy for much else.

2017-09-20T00:30:24Z

TheLoremaster: Created page with 'You reach your hands high above your head and stand on your tip-toes. A soft moan escapes your lips as you stretch the stiffness from your limbs, before sitting back down on your…'

You reach your hands high above your head and stand on your tip-toes. A soft moan escapes your lips as you stretch the stiffness from your limbs, before sitting back down on your bed and staring at the ceiling of your room. You trace along the cracks in the stonework with your eyes, imagining a small man running through a maze. You don't notice your handmaidens entering the room with their handcart until one of them calls for you. "Lady Athyma." One says, bowing when you look at her. "Good morning. I hope you slept well." She motions with a dress she has bundled over her arm that she is here to get you dressed. You smile at her briefly, out of courtesy, and stand up. You know her as Prothymia, and she has been your handmaiden for several years now. She is the same age as you, maybe a little older, and has always been the one to get you ready at the start of each day. Seeing as she was of a similar age to you, it was thought that she would protect your modesty. You sometimes convince your mother to let her join you and your ladies-in-waiting when you go to spend time together. She is quiet around them, as while she considers you a friend, she is nervous in the company of the other noble girls.

"I did not." You say sombrely, stepping away from your bed. The other maids quickly begin to strip your bed and make it up with new covers, as well as give you a clean carafe of water and doing a quick sweep of your room. "I think I was troubled by some dreams, but by the Mother's grace I can't seem to remember them..." Prothymia shows what appears to be genuine sympathy, placing a hand on your shoulder before getting the rest of your outfit ready. As the rest of the girls finish their duties, the each come before you and courtesy. "That will be all." You tell them. They bow again and exit the room, leaving you alone with Prothymia.

"Lift." She says, moving your hands above your head. In one motion, she quickly grabs the hem of your nightdress and pulls it up and over your head. You are left standing in front of her, stark naked, as she goes off to the handcart and starts moving clothes over to your newly made bed. You have spent more time naked around Prothymia than any other person on this planet, with the exception of perhaps your mother. She knows you intimately as your personal handmaiden, but at the same time, you relationship has always been strictly platonic. "So, my Lady, what shall I be doing for you today?" She asks, crossing her hands in front of you and smiling softly.

*[[Ask how Prothymia is doing.]]
*[[You reek of sweat. Tell your handmaiden to wash you.]]
*[[Tell her to help you into your undergarments and to do your hair.]]

[[Category: The Scourge of the Gods]]

Finger through your books and scrolls. Maybe you have enough time for one chapter, or a page.

2017-09-20T00:03:12Z

TheLoremaster: Created page with 'You walk over to your bookshelf and peruse the titles you have available. Each of these books was painstakingly copied word for word by some poor scribe, although you do have som…'

You walk over to your bookshelf and peruse the titles you have available. Each of these books was painstakingly copied word for word by some poor scribe, although you do have some original volumes. Your father allows you to indulge in this little hobby of yours, but the message he sends is clear - 'Rightful Womanly Manner at Court', 'Conducting Oneself with Due Grace', 'Western Etiquette in the New Era', 'A Treatise on Sewing and Fabrics' and 'The Mother's Blessing' are just a few of the authorised tomes he has you reading. You've read them all, of course, but you hardly enjoy them as much as then... unauthorised literature.

You have a few friends with connections, or so you like to tell yourself. A stable-boy who is smitten with you, a rebellious lady-mentor and your own mother are happy to sneak into your father's library and bring you something from his collection. Ancient tragedies and comedies written by 'the Greats', scientific journals written by doctors from foreign lands millennia ago, tales from travelers who lived among the savage, man-eating tribes of the lands beyond the Red Wastes, and even raunchy romantic novella from the Serene Merchant Republics. You will read anything you get your hands on, simply because it is the one thing you are allowed to do that isn't 'courtly' or 'womanly'.

Ever page you turn and every word you learn is your own little rebellion, your own little taste of power. As a second child and a female, you will likely never see real power, and will likely be sold off to some old noble or his bratty son, so you will take what you can get while you can.

*[[Take a look out of the window and into the city.]]
*[[Walk in front of your full-length mirror so you can tidy yourself up a little.]]
*[[Stand, stretch and sit back down. You don't have the energy for much else.]]

[[Category: The Scourge of the Gods]]

Take a look out of the window and into the city.

2017-09-19T23:50:31Z

TheLoremaster: Created page with 'Your room is situated in the north tower of Castle Phanotikos, giving a perfect view over the richest part of the city. The city itself is divided into three main sections. Built…'

Your room is situated in the north tower of Castle Phanotikos, giving a perfect view over the richest part of the city. The city itself is divided into three main sections. Built atop a a hill where the eastern slope was relatively shallow and the western face was almost as steep as a wall, the city is in a fantastic defensive position. The lowest section of the city is protected by huge walls, 4 large gatehouses and portcullises and well over a dozen towers. This part of the settlement is relatively flat and is home to most of the city's peasant population, who mostly work out in the fields beyond the outer wall. This section comprises about half of the city, and over half of it's population.

Most of the wealth is found in the second section of the city, which is located in the middle of the slope leading up the hill to the summit. Here, merchants, bankers, craftsmen, guild members and the middle classes ply their trades. The cathedral dominates this part of the city, and it's towering parapets can be seen from miles around. From your room, you can see almost all of this part of the city, from the beautiful cathedral at one end to the market quarter at the other. On breezy days you can sometimes smell the exotic spices from your window, and hear the many different languages and accents of the merchants carrying from their stalls. A smaller, but heavily defended inner wall separates the poor and rich sections of the city, with two heavy steel gates controlling all traffic between them.

The last section of the city is home to the Castle Phanotikos, which looms over the rest of the city from it's near unassailable position. The rock leading up to the summit has been carved into four steep terraces, each separated with a low wall and a portcullis. If the defenders wanted to, they could make it so that anyone wanting to reach the castle would have to fight past four walls and four gates, under constant missile fire, before they even reached the main gate of the castle. The only other way into or out of the castle is through a small sally port leading out for the castle cellars onto the sheer rock face on the western side of the hill, which is almost impossible to climb.

You can see the towers on the far side of the city flying your family's banner high - a yellow sigil with a blue ram's head. Each tower and gate flies this flag, giving the illusion that they are all heavily manned and ready for anything. In reality, your people have not seen real war in over a generation, maybe longer. Few soldiers man the defenses, and those that do know little more about war than which end of their spear to hold. The huge gates of your city spend most of their time wide open so as to let people move freely, and most of the gatekeepers probably don't even know how to shut them. Regardless, the walls and well planned out defenses make you feel safe. With enough warning and food, your people could hold the city for months under siege, maybe even years.

*[[Walk in front of your full-length mirror so you can tidy yourself up a little.]]
*[[Finger through your books and scrolls. Maybe you have enough time for one chapter, or a page.]]
*[[Stand, stretch and sit back down. You don't have the energy for much else.]]

[[Category: The Scourge of the Gods]]

Slip out of your nightwear and get a better look at yourself.

2017-09-19T23:20:30Z

TheLoremaster: Created page with 'It occurs to you that ever since you finished blossoming into a woman, you've never actually taken the opportunity to look at yourself in full. Of course, you've seen yourself na…'

It occurs to you that ever since you finished blossoming into a woman, you've never actually taken the opportunity to look at yourself in full. Of course, you've seen yourself naked, plenty of times, but you've never actually ''looked'' at yourself. The body, especially the female the body, is a dangerous thing, or so the Gods teach. Lust is a terrible sin, and can ruin a life as quickly as it takes hold. You have always been taught this, and you know must tread carefully around these feelings of curiosity especially around your own body. But, it is YOUR body after all. You are yet unmarried and alone. You are the only one with a right to it.

With curiosity dancing on your mind and a twinge of excitement in your belly, your thumbs slip under the straps of the your nightdress. You pull them let them slide down over your shoulders, the silk cascading slowly down over your body until it comes to a stop at your hips. Your breathing increases as your eyes dart over your body. Your skin is a light olive colour, soft and almost totally clear aside from the occasional freckle or mole. The poorer among your people have much darker skin than you and tend to tan very quickly, but paler skin is a status symbol among the wealthy, particularly females.

Your chest heaves up and down, the sound of your quiet breathing filling the room. You find your hands instinctively moving to your breasts. You cover them at first, but soon move your hands to the side of them. Your breasts look very large against your small hands, and you know that you are more well endowed than the average woman your age. They seem to have stopped growing, and are soft and supple to the touch. You dig into them slightly with your fingers, causing a strange sensation to rise inside you. Your fingers slide along to one of your two small, dark nipples. It is hard to the touch, and the sensation makes your knees wobble for a split second. Your body is sensitive and this feeling is very unfamiliar to you.

Your eyes move to the rest of your body. Your midriff is without any real definition, and you even have a little bit of a belly. When you lift your arms, you can still see your ribs pressing through your skin. You have spent your entire life being waited on by others, and as such have never really developed much in the way of strength. Your body is curvaceous with a healthy-if-slightly-excessive amount of fat. This is nothing to be ashamed of. The men of the court view this body type as ideal for rearing children, which is, after all, your purpose.

Your hands move down to wear your dress has bundled up around your hips. You hesitate for a moment, breathing in and out a few times to stead yourself. You let your thumbs slip under the fabric, then you push down. Your eyes slam shut as you do so, and you hear your dress hit the ground. You open one eye and see yourself standing completely naked. Your other eye opens, and you breathe out for what feels like the first time in a minute. Tentatively, your eyes drift south, over your belly-button, past your lovely hips and down to your nethers. Between your thick, shapely thighs sits a furry patch of strawberry-red pubic hair. Shaving your pubes is something only women of the night do, or so your more lewd friends tell you. Regardless, some women of the court, married or otherwise, occasionally trim their bushes for the benefits of their husbands or their suitors. You, of course, have neither, so for you to shave would be nothing less than scandalous.

Your fingers are soon exploring your mound of hair, feeling and probing things, and your body responds in ways you never expected it to. You even dare to spread apart your labia and get a closer look, but your hand recoils in shock when you feel the growing wetness between your legs. Church teachings return to your mind, and you turn away from the mirror, covering your body with your hands even though no one can see you. You turn back around briefly and see yourself from the behind. Your ass is also near to perfection, with only the slightest hint of wrinkling or sagging after years of sitting on it. Two round globes form a voluptuous heart, in between which you can see just a flash of your hairy snatch. Your mouth nervously bits down on the tips of the fingers of one hand while another reaches back and spreads your cheeks. You see your moist cunt spread open with a wet squelch, and you catch a glimpse of your second, untouched hole, nestled between a sparse wood of hair.

"No, no..." You mouth quietly, snapping your eyes shut and quickly pulling on your nightdress again. You fan your blushing face and pace around for a few moments, attempting to calm yourself down. A part of you thinks you may have just sinned, but another part of you is sure you cannot be punished for curiosity. Either way, at least you will have something to pray about at grace.

*[[Take a look out of the window and into the city.]]
*[[Finger through your books and scrolls. Maybe you have enough time for one chapter, or a page.]]
*[[Stand, stretch and sit back down. You don't have the energy for much else.]]

[[Category: The Scourge of the Gods]]

Walk in front of your full-length mirror so you can tidy yourself up a little.

2017-09-19T16:43:51Z

TheLoremaster: Created page with 'You stride over to the mirror, wiping the sleep out of your eyes as you do. When you finish, you see yourself standing in front of a large silver mirror which stretches from the …'

You stride over to the mirror, wiping the sleep out of your eyes as you do. When you finish, you see yourself standing in front of a large silver mirror which stretches from the marble floor of your room to almost the ceiling. The edges of the mirror are adorned with intricate wooden carvings of various animals, both fantastical and real, painted in gold. The vast majority of the people in your kingdom would never be able to afford a piece of artwork like this, even if they worked their entire life to try and obtain it. Of course, you were simply given this artifact when you grew old enough to start caring what you looked like. Whether that thought fills you with guilt or indifference is up to you.

Your eyes move away from the edge of the mirror and into the middle, where your own reflection resides. You, of course, look like you've just woken up, and quickly move to sort yourself out. You run your fingers though your hair several times, trying to remove the knots. Your hair forms thick, bouncy curls that twist their way down to just above your breasts. When straightened, your hair can reach down to your lower back. The noble women of your dynasty possess a unique hair colour, which appears to be a very light brown at first, but seems to change to a bright, golden blonde when in sunlight, or a faint red in dark, similar to a dying fire. You take after your father, as your hair tends to be more blonde, while your sister takes after your mother, with more red in her hair. Some claim your hair changes colour depending on your mood, but you think they are fools.

Your fingers move from your hair to your face. You have two thick eyebrows, both a dark brown in colour and well groomed, as is the style of the court. Your long lashes flutter as your fingers near them, as you move to check your sleepy eyes. You might be considered beautiful in many regards, but in your eyes there is something almost divine. They are large and round - some would say doe-like, but you tend to keep them narrowed, making them seem sharp and dangerous - more like an owl with prey in it's sights. Your irises are intoxicating, a deep, dark blue with lines of turquoise exploding from the pupil. Those who get close to you can see flecks of golden light coming from your eyes. Some say that means your eyes are filled with deep sadness, while some say it is proof of your divine favour. Between them sits a very regal nose - slightly hooked and a little on the large size, but as your father says, "proud and aquiline, and impossible to ignore". You choose to take that as a compliment.

With the last of the sleep out of your eyes, your fingers trace down your cheeks until they reach your rather small, sharp mouth. You tend to keep your mouth pursed, which alongside making people thing you are always about to say something or are silently judging them also accentuates your already plump lips. You give yourself a semi-confident smile and show off your pearly whites.

Your hands leave your face and trace along the sides of your body. Your silk nightgown is still a little damp with sweat, but still looks almost perfect on you. As you tighten the fabric against your body, you sway from side to side. Your body is best described as tight and healthy. You have never found yourself lacking or wanting in any respect when it comes to your figure. Your body narrows from your shoulders to your midsection, before flaring out into near-perfect childbearing hips. Considering your station as a princess, this makes you prime real estate. Any time you wear a fine fitting dress to an event, you feel the eyes of every bachelor (and a few married men as well) on you. You look at yourself from the side. Your breasts are a fairly new addition to your arsenal, but have softened up and sit almost perfectly even upon your chest, each a little more than a handful in size. You miss the days when you didn't need to be strapped into a corset, but are not unhappy with what the Gods saw fit to grant you. Your rear-end has also been equally given to you charitably, though why men seem so obsessed with it still eludes you.

*[[Slip out of your nightwear and get a better look at yourself.]]
*[[Take a look out of the window and into the city.]]
*[[Finger through your books and scrolls. Maybe you have enough time for one chapter, or a page.]]
*[[Stand, stretch and sit back down. You don't have the energy for much else.]]

[[Category: The Scourge of the Gods]]

The Scourge of the Gods

2017-09-19T15:38:38Z

TheLoremaster: Created page with 'Welcome to the fantasy realm of Philesidia, the most powerful Gods-fearing kingdom in the east. The land is beautiful, bountiful and fertile, composed of flat green pastures and …'

Welcome to the fantasy realm of Philesidia, the most powerful Gods-fearing kingdom in the east. The land is beautiful, bountiful and fertile, composed of flat green pastures and rolling golden hills covered in acres of farmland, pastureland and vineyards. Small and well maintained pockets of forest are hunted in by powerful nobles for sport. Towns, villages and cities hum with newcomers from all over the civilised world, looking to find work in this blessed land. Merchants come from all directions to trade their exotic wares for your wines, cheeses, clothworks and grain. Noble and peasant alike live relatively well and happily in this prosperous time.

All of this bounty can be attributed almost directly to your royal dynasty, the Phanotikos - who have their roots in the Old West of the world. Your ancestors came to this land some 400 years ago as zealous crusaders, when this place was full of unwashed, godless pagan peoples. You slaughtered their warriors, drove off their kin and burned their tribes to the ground. Your family led the settlement of the now empty land and have profited greatly from their demise. Your family have ruled this land in an unbroken line of kings for 4 whole centuries, and in that time, no other force in the east has been able to muster up the strength to come across the deserts Great Red Waste and challenge you. "Our Pious Hand Rules Supreme", or so your family's words say.

Your father, the honourable and much beloved King Eidos III rules from the capital city of Teothis. Your mother, Chamea of the house Dephetros, bore your father three children. Firstly, your elder brother, Martyras, your father's heir and favoured child. Then she bore you, the Princess Athyma. Lastly, she bore your younger sister Taliporia.

This is the story of the last days of your house. The last days of your kingdom. And the last days of you, Royal Athyma, daughter of Eidos the Unready. I can tell you now that it will not end well. Many will suffer, and many will perish. You will be among them. Your fate is sealed in this words. All that is left is for you to decide how you face it...

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You wake after a very fitful night of sleep. Even in your silken sheets and your light nightdress, you were sweating heavily though the night. You recall dreaming, but you can't remember what you were dreaming about. It must have been something troubling to have you in this state. You have not suffered night terrors since you were a small girl, and part of you fears that they might be returning. You sigh loudly and roll onto your side, holding your covers close to your chest. You stare towards the large window cut into the stone wall of your room and watch the translucent curtains gently billow in the morning wind as it blows through the slightly ajar window. The sun is already in the sky and the cloudless sky is a bright, unblemished blue. You normally awake long before your handmaidens arrive and read for a while before they have your washed and dressed, but you have slept for longer than you normally would and estimate that you do not have much time to yourself. You resolve to at least get up and stretch out your body before they arrive to get you ready for the day ahead.

*[[Take a look out of the window and into the city.]]
*[[Walk in front of your full-length mirror so you can tidy yourself up a little.]]
*[[Finger through your books and scrolls. Maybe you have enough time for one chapter, or a page.]]
*[[Stand, stretch and sit back down. You don't have the energy for much else.]]

[[Category: The Scourge of the Gods]]

All Adult Stories/S

2017-09-19T14:36:12Z

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|[[Samantha's Naughty Day]] || ? || {{Public}}
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|[[Sasha Bozic]] || ? || {{Private}}
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|[[Scars of Nimon]](Gay Fantasy) || ? || {{Private}}
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|[[The School Bus]] || 6 || {{DNE}} {{Private}} (<font color="green">Check it out and give me feedback</font>)
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|[[School Full'a Sluts]] || ? || {{Private}}
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|[[School Fun]] || 57 || {{Public}}
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|[[School Sluts]] || ? || {{DNE}}
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|[[Der Schulleiter]] || 4 || {{Public}} || Pit watchlist, last edit 1/31/2014, only 4 pages.
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|[[The Scourge of the Gods]] || ? || {{Private}} ||
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|[[The Second American Civil War]] || {{PAGESINCAT: The Second American Civil War}} || {{Public}}
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|[[Secrets]] || 15 || {{Public}}
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|[[Serenity]] || 220+ || {{DNE}} around 200+ pages ------<font color="blue"> 1 story finished! </font color>
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|[[Sex Adventure]] || 49 || {{DNE}}
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|[[Sexuelle Abenteuer eines Vorstadtjungen]] || ? || {{DNE}}
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|[[Sex in Ancient Rome]] || 7 || {{Public}} || Pit watchlist, last edit 1/11/2014, only 7 pages.
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|[[Sex Ed]] || ? || {{DNE}}
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|[[SexMaster 3000]] || ? || {{DNE}}
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|[[Sex School]] || 0 || {{Public}}(<font color="green">-but any contributions with poor grammar will be immediately deleted</font>)
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|[[Sex and other Addictions]] || 5 || {{Public}} || Pit watchlist, last edit 12/15/2013, only 5 pages.
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|[[SexVerse]]||{{PAGESINCAT:SexVerse}}|| Public
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|[[Sex World]] || {{PAGESINCAT: Sex World}} || {{Public}}, but bad articles will be removed. PLEASE EDIT!
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|[[(Sexual) Adventures in Pokemon Training]] || {{PAGESINCAT: (Sexual) Adventures in Pokemon Training}}|| {{Private}}
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|[[Sex Zombies]] || ? || {{DNE}}
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|[[The Sexual Adventures of You]] || 119 || {{Public}}
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|[[Sexual School]] || 1 || {{Public}}
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|[[Sexy Board Games]] || 0 || {{Private}}
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|[[Sexy World]] || 31 || {{DNE}}
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|[[ A Shemale Adventure ]] || ? || {{DNE}}
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|[[SHEMALE SORRORITY]] || 90 || {{Public}}
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|[[Shin Calibur]] || 9 || {{Public}} || Pit watchlist, last edit 2/9/2014, only 9 pages.
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|[[Shop assistant]] || ? || {{Public}}
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|[[Short Bursts]] || ? || Honestly, not sure what to call this. It is a WIP experiment right now. While I probably will put sexual content in it at some point, it is not a sex story. Again, not sure what it is...right now, the only existing bursts are horror.
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|[[Sibling Games]] || WIP || {{Public}} A sister convinces her brother to have sex
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|[[Sibling Rivalry]] || WIP || {{Public}}
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|[[Sieged]] || ? || {{Public}}
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|[[Silly Busty Girls]] || 12 || {{DNE}}
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|[[Silver (bi/gay)]] || ? || {{Private}}
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|[[The Simpsons]] || 33 || {{Public}}
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|[[Sissies Adventure]] || ? || {{Public}}
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|[[Sissies love black cock]] || 150+ || {{Public}}
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|[[Sissified & Enslaved]] || ? || {{Private}}
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|[[Sister Attraction]] || ? || {{Private}}
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|[[sisters]] || 4 || {{Public}} || Pit watchlist, last edit 11/30/2013, only 4 pages.
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|[[Sister Complex]] || ? || {{Public}}
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|[[Sisters Love]] || 20 || {{Private}}
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|[[Sisters and other Victims]] || {{PAGESINCAT:SAOV}} || {{Public}}
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|[[The SKP Foundation]] || ? || {{DNE}}
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|[[Skyrim: A Sexual Adventure]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Skyrim: A Sexual Adventure}}|| {{Public}} || Pit watchlist, last edit 8/13/2013, only 4 pages.
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|[[Slasher]] || 20+ || {{Public}}
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|[[The Slave Mansion]] || 9 || {{Public}}
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|[[Slaves Life]] || ? || {{DNE}}
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|[[Slave Market]] || ? || {{DNE}}
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|[[Slave to the Mist]] || 40+ || {{Public}}
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|[[Sleepover]] || ? || {{Public}}
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|[[The Slut]] || {{PAGESINCAT:The Slut}} || {{Public}}
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|[[Slut Galaxy]] || ? || {{Private}}
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|[[Slutty Life]] || ? || {{DNE}}
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|[[Smutty Sex Romp]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Smutty Sex Romp}} || {{Public}}(<font color="green">-but any contributions with poor grammar will be immediately deleted</font>)
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|[[Snuff]](Gay)(vore) || 101 || {{Public}}
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|[[Son Fun]] || WIP || {{Public}}
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|[[SpaceShip5EX]] || 50 || {{DNE}}
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|[[Space Station Bordello]] ||Brand New|| {{Private for now}}
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|[[Special Agent 0069]] || 8 || {{DNE}}
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|[[Sports day]] || 8 || {{Public}} (Looking for contributors to story and sexual scenes. Check the edit tab for info.)
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|[[Sports Team Orgy]] || 0 || {{Public}} (Get contributing!)
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|[[Spy Satellite 3749. First Mission]] || 0 || {{Private}}
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|[[Sonic Girls ENF]] || {{PAGESINCAT:Sonic Girls ENF}} || {{Public}} Read Discussion page on first page for important rules!
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|[[Stalker]] || 184 || {{Public}}
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|[[Stalking RHS Sluts]] || 184 || {{Private}}
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|[[Star Girl Fighters Erotic Noval Diary: Stories Fantasy]] || 16 || {{DNE}}
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|[[Star Trek: Jadzia's Adventure]] || 81 || {{DNE}} (<font color="red">Ask [[User talk:Kenny24|here]] if you would like to add</font>)
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|[[Star Trek: A Night with Troi]] || 35 || {{Public}}
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|[[Star Trek: Jayluh's story]]|| 0 || {{public}}
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|[[Star Wars: An Empire's Future]]|| 0 || {{private}}
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|[[Star Wars: Escape from Echo Base]]|| Wip || {{Public}}
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|[[Stranded on a Deserted Island]] || ? || {{Public}} Specific editing rules
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|[[Streaker]] || ? || {{Public}}
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|[[Strip Poker]] || ? || {{Public}}
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|[[The Story of Jack Foster]] || 341 || {{Public}}
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|[[Stupid sexy kids!]] || 95 || {{Public}}
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|[[Submissive Slut's Birthday]] || 17 || {Public}
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|[[Suckubus]] || 3 || {{Public}} But do try to write well.
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|[[Summer Fun]] || ? || {{Public}}
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|[[Summer Party]] || 34 || {{Public}}
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|[[Super Power Fantasy]] || 14 || {{Public}}
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|[[Super Powered Exotic Life ]] || 3 || {{Public}}
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|[[Super Sex Adventure]] || 2 || {{Public}} || Pit watchlist, last i 9/6/2013, only 2 pages.
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|[[Superhero?]] || 38 || {{Public}}
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|[[Supershifter]] || 14 || {{Public}}
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|[[Survive]] || 21 || {{Public}}
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|[[Swat Kats life of felina feral]] || 1 || {{DNE}}
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