(set: $nameGF to (prompt: "What is your girlfriend's name?", "Muse"))(set: $nameYou to (prompt: "What is your name?", "Anon"))(set: $nameBully to (prompt: "What is the bully's name?", "Ken"))Your girlfriend, $nameGF, is somewhat unhinged. In a good way, of course, she is your girlfriend after all. But something about her has always been //off//.
The way she knew your name before you even managed to introduce yourself? How she waited for you every morning so you could go to school together, always able to find you even if you took another route? That chance meeting while you were on a family vacation? Her staring at your sleeping face for hours every time you sleep at her place?
Her confession was cute, however, traditional even. A love letter calling you to a meeting behind the school.
You thought it was a punishment game at first. No way such a cute girl would go for a guy like you, right?f
Her love proved to be earnest, however. Handmade lunchboxes, tutoring to save your grades, supporting your dreams of becoming an artist. With her unconditional love school was bearable. Of course the bullying never really stopped, but it hurt less, knowing that you had someone at your side. You even managed to graduate, thanks to her.
In the end you never got into college, but that’s fine isn’t it? Your art sells, slowly, but enough to support your lifestyle and to claim independence from your parents. The single-room apartment might not be big enough for two people, but neither do you spend much time there except to paint or sleep anyway. Most of your time is spent at the atelier or at your girlfriend's place.
But of course happiness doesn’t last forever, why would it? There has to be some sadness to balance it out. So as autumn turns to winter you are standing in front of your former highschool bully, $nameBully, again. By some cruel chance of fate he has found the [[atelier|Invaded]] you are renting out with a handful of other artists and art-students.
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“$nameYou! You’re late, I was waiting for you for so long. I thought about cooking dinner but you weren’t here…”
Her voice trails off as she spots the bruises on your face. The warmth in her eyes extinguishes.
“Who did this to you?”
There is no use in lying. You tell her it was $nameBully.
$nameGF's hands are suddenly under your clothing. You are stripped in a matter of seconds and ushered into the bath. A minute later she is right behind you, washing your back. The gentle pressure makes you wince every time she passes over one of the bruises. You are unsure how to proceed from here and the silence grows oppressive.
The last time she chose to deal with $nameBully the police were sent to his parents' home, holding photographic and text-message evidence. The physical bullying ceased, but you mostly dropped out of school anyway, only reappearing to take the exams.
But this time? You have not seen her look like that in a long time. Were you thinking that she would grow out of that phase? Did you really think it would just be a phase?
“$nameYou … this is horrible.”
$nameGF whispers and hugs you from behind. Her soft chest caresses your back while she rests her chin on your shoulder. Your lips brush against each other.
“Want me to cheer you up?”
Her hug loosens so she can let her hands roam over your body.
<hr>[[You nod and lean back into her.|Murderer I]]
[[You stop her.|Idle Time]]
Her hands fully close around you while you keep kissing. It has always been like this. Every time you get hurt $nameGF is there to catch you. To build you up until you can face the outside world again.
You do it in the bathtub, on the floor, under the covers. Her sweet moans flow into your ear while you try to bury yourself inside her. Forgetting insult and injury you can finally let go and just //be//.
Afterwards you lie on the bed, breathing hard, trying to ward off unconsciousness. Her fingers find yours and she holds you.
"Does it still hurt?"
The question doesn't register at first but it does remind you of the lingering pain, persisting even through the afterglow.
"Yeah, it still stings a little bit."
You can't see her very well in the dark, but you can feel $nameGF come closer.
"How are you so calm about this? He could've seriously hurt you ..."
Her voice is right next to your ear.
"I managed to protect the painting. I had a reason to endure."
"What could be so important about that painting?"
You pull her hand close to your lips.
"Because it's a picture of you ... I'll show you tomorrow when it's bright again."
Just as you fall asleep you can feel [[her hand|Murderer II]] leaving your own.
Her body sags onto yours and she leans in for more kisses.
“Aww~ Then we’ll just cuddle~ Hey, wanna bathe together? Or would you rather eat?”
Your stomach answers before your mouth can even form a word.
“Ooh~ that’s a yes. Just soak for a bit, alright?”
Warmth, love and food. Truly, bliss right on your doorstep. The rest of the evening goes by in a flash, with $nameGF being extra affectionate. She even sleeps over in your small bed, demanding that you put away the extra futon.
“Do you have anything planned for tomorrow?”
You were supposed to finish your painting for an exhibition, but now that it was torn apart? A free schedule. The temptation of being able to slack around and not care for a while is so intoxicating that you shake your head. Sleep in, eat, chat with your girlfriend, have sex, sleep again. What a life.
$nameGF hugs you closer, burying your face into her chest. Enveloped by such softness you easily doze off while [[listening|End of Days]] to her heartbeat.
Time heals all wounds, as they say. As would a scenery change, probably. $nameGF invited you to stay over at her apartment. A high-rise condo with thick walls and a good view. You never asked too much about her financial situation, but you always had a hunch that she had way more money than you. Well, she does study at a prestigious university, meanwhile you're a dropout artist.
One room of her condo is completely empty, so she offered it to you as a personal atelier. More space for paintings, better lighting and you’d be living together. She tried to offer you lots of times before, but you had always declined. Misplaced pride, perhaps? Or were you just crippled by your own feelings of inadequacy?
A gentle hand brushes against your face, rousing you from your slumber. Her hair falls down like a curtain onto your face.
“I’m back $nameYou.”
“Welcome back.”
Your lips touch. She smells like flowers, mint and tobacco.
“How was your day?”
“Sleepy… But I made a lot of progress.”
She smiles and leans in again for another kiss. This one is longer and more passionate.
“I have a get-together tonight. I’ve already cooked for you.”
You nod, holding her palm to your face.
“Have fun.”
“Look at you, you can barely keep your eyes open~"
"I'll stay awake long enough to welcome you back."
One last kiss and she is off again. Leaving you to your own devices.
Progress is slow today, the manic rush that drove you yesterday has completely evaporated. Instead of painting you spend your time agonizing over hues and the way your brushstrokes look. Too thick where it should be thin, too bold when subtlety is called for. Too much here, too little there. Truly, you are your own worst enemy.
The front door slamming shut drags you out of your downtrodden ritual of criticism. Hurried steps rush down the hallway.
You leave the atelier to [[greet|Return]] $nameGF.$nameBully has gotten taller and more muscular since the last time you saw him, but his mind is still bent on torturing you. The current painting you were working on, the backshot of a woman, is balanced on his thigh, barely supported by his hand.
“Oh boy … never imagined you’d continue this stuff. Hmm ... she seems familiar. Is it your girlfriend? The one who called the police on me? What was her name again? $nameGF, wasn’t it? You won’t answer me? Your silence means yes, then! Man, she really became beautiful …”
Hearing another man, this man, talk about $nameGF like that twists your guts. You do your best to not let it show.
“Hmm ... I thought about joining the tennis-club since one of my upper-classmen could recommend me. Or to run through the manga-research club, but maybe I’ll just take over your little circle of artists? What do you say, huh?”
A downfall caused by your own hubris. The arrogance! Wanting to reveal the painting of your girlfriend to the world.
“Give it back.”
The rush of your own blood threatens to deafen all reason.
“Come on, man ... get some new material. Give it back, give it back. This shit is getting boring. Here, you can have half of it.”
$nameBully’s arms flex and the canvas rips. Before you know it you are already on him, trying to save your painting.
“What the-? You fucking bitch!”
You didn't see what hit you, but the pain is immediate and paralyzing. Once your vision clears you find yourself on the ground.
“Motherfucker, of all times to man up you had to do it on the day I wore my best shirt? Shit’s ripped now, fuck!”
His boot lands on your body, but the pain is bearable. Your painting is back with you. Just another beating, just like old times.
In the end $nameBully loses interest as you lie there, taciturn and still. A sense of accomplishment floods you while you look at your painting. It has been torn apart, but that can be fixed. Some of your blood is splattered on the canvas.
<hr>|Choice1>[The blood adds an interesting contrast, so you let it be.]|NotChoice>[
]|Choice2>[It is already drying, you will have to look up how to properly remove it later.]
(click: ?Choice1)[You hurriedly pack up your painting and [[leave|Bloodsmear]] the atelier. (replace: ?NotChoice)[](replace: ?Choice2)[]
](click: ?Choice2)[You hurriedly pack up your painting and [[leave|Doorstep]] the atelier.(replace: ?Choice1)[](replace: ?Notchoice)[]]At your doorstep you spot $nameGF’s shoes. Were you supposed to meet today? Did you completely forget about a date? The light is burning inside the living room. You put down the bundle that used to be your painting and skulk through your own hallway, trying to not make too much noise. You put in the effort, but the bruises on your body demand more of your attention and you stumble headfirst into the living room. While falling you spot $nameGF, she is sleeping on the bed.
You end up knocking over an easel and a small folding chair. The noise wakes her up [[instantly|Bruised]] and she spots you lying on the ground.
(set: $blood to true)At your doorstep you spot $nameGF’s shoes. Oh no, were you supposed to meet today? Did you completely forget about a date? The light is burning inside the living room. You put down the bundle that used to be your painting and skulk through your own hallway, trying to not make too much noise. Nice effort, but the bruises on your body demand more of your attention and you stumble headfirst into the living room. While falling you spot $nameGF, she is sleeping on the bed.
You end up knocking over an easel and a small folding chair. The noise wakes her up instantly and she spots [[you|Bruised]] lying on the ground.
The hallway is empty, low heels are lying on the ground alongside a coat. Something must be off, $nameGF is usually more careful with her belongings. You clean up after her before you continue to look around.
From the sound of running water she must be in the [[bath|Dirty]].
"Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty..."
$nameGF is chanting it like a mantra while frantically washing her hands. Things like this have happened before, but you never pried.
(link-reveal: "(colour: #3680ec)[You knock on the door.]") [
Her face shoots up, her eyes finding your reflection in the mirror. Her expression is rather unsettling. She looks like a child, caught red-handed doing //something//.
"O-oh."
She is absolutely rattled. Now is the time to show that you are a dependable boyfriend.
"Hey ... what's going on? Are you ok?"
$nameGF turns around as you approach her with open arms. She lets the hug happen. Her breathing calms down after a while.
"$nameYou, I need to talk to you about something."
She breaks loose from the hug and goes towards the [[living room|Secrets]].
]For two days afterwards you don't see $nameGF. On the third day she returns, smiling, but her eyes remain cold, glacial even.
(if: $painting is true)[You look at each other. You can see a thick red fluid still dripping from her clothes. Clinging onto her shoes, leaving prints on the floor.
"I'm back $nameYou."
"Are you ok, $nameGF?"
Her hand moves and something falls to the ground. It's a bloodied knife.
"I killed him. And I killed my younger self. The one who was weak. Who was not strong enough to protect you. Not strong enough to support you when you most needed her."
The unyielding girl you fell in love with has been reduced to a crying mess. Her wailing echoes off the walls.
"I just wanted to be happy with you! Why did he have to come back? I told him to stay away from you! I told him. I told him! But he just couldn't listen! But now he's gone ... finally gone."
Her tears continue to flow, so you hold her. Until she's only sobbing. Until the police [[arrives|Musings]].]
(else:)["It is done~"
"Welcome back."
You move in for a hug just to find her clothes wet. As you pull away there are red imprints on you. The smell is metallic, just like //iron//.
What has she done?
"I have exterminated him."
$nameGF states plainly and throws herself around your neck. The cloying smell of blood thick around her.
"I'm sorry, I really took my time. He was begging and screaming for mercy. But you know what I told him? Mercy is for humans. Animals deserve no mercy. So I slaughtered him after I was done with his //pack//. Beasts clothed in human flesh. How dare they touch you? How dare they? How dare they? How dare they? How dare they?"
Your mind is reeling. Who?
Of course you know who she is talking about. Are you just in denial?
"$nameBully?"
"Ye~es [[<3]]"]In the end $nameGF got caught. Multiple homicides, and in their own home as well? Not something the police would overlook.
The story made national headlines as well. Her testimony protected you of all legal persecution, somehow. She testified that she did it because she wanted to do it, no motive except for bloodlust and that $nameBully’s family was just unlucky. It could have been anyone.
You still remember her face, smiling and waving to you as she was led into prison. Death row inmate. You would never see her [[again|Index]].
(set: $Heart to true)
(set: $blood to false)
(set: $painting to false)
You follow $nameGF and she motions to sit next to her on the couch. You oblige and she pulls out her (link-reveal:"phone\.")[
"... I had been interested in you for a long time, long before I actually approached you. The bullying you were subjected to at school also hurt me. So I tried my best to help you, but in the end, I was too weak back then."
$nameGF opens an album and hands the phone to you. It contains four pictures. You open them. And promptly wish you had not.
You do not understand. What could there be to understand?
In the pictures $nameGF is in her old school uniform, and she's sucking on a dick. One with her hand covering her eyes, one glaring at the camera, two with semen plastered all over her face.
"You ... with whom?"
"$nameBully."
"Why?"
$nameGF leans into you and embraces your arm.
"I had to make the bullying stop somehow. So I confronted him, told him to stop. But I was too naive, so he just used me in the end and kept bullying you. Afterwards I stole his phone and sent the pictures to myself so I could go to the police. Today we met again. By chance! He took my hand and threatened me that he'd show you these pictures if I didn't do it with him again."
Your stomach turns and you dry-heave. The delusions your mind conjures are too vivid, too distorted to fit the image $nameGF occupies. She holds you in her arms. The warmth of her body feels distant.
"I did it for you. I did it out of love. Thinking of you and only you."
She whispers into your ear.
Is she trying to convince you, or herself?
<hr>It's too much. You remove yourself from her hug and go towards the [[atelier|The Pain(ting)]].
You ask her if there is [[more|Curiosity]].]The door locks and you are alone, at last.
The smell of paint calms you down and allows you to focus. Since time immemorial artists have turned their pain into fuel for their own creations. And why should it be different this time?
The paper of the bundle falls away, revealing the bloodied canvas. Brown stains mark the fabric, the liquid having long since dried. You remove the wood and glue the shredded pieces back together onto a bigger canvas. Arms moving like they are not your own, your eyes watching, seeing, but your mind? Are you trying to understand anything?
Or are you just fleeing?
Fleeing from the idol you have built from your image of $nameGF?
Fleeing from the dread you feel at your own erection?
(if: $blood is true)[You stare at the dried blood. The droplets cover the [[face|Iconoclasm]] of the woman on the canvas.](else:)[Not answering [[//"me"//|Proof of Love]], huh?
]Good job, that question seems to have caught her by surprise.
"M-more?"
You nod. The tightness in your chest only grows, leaving you short of breath, panting even. You remain your own worst enemy in the end. Stoking the flames of your own desire and perversion.
"There is no more."
$nameGF finally answers and gets even closer to you. Her knee brushes against your crotch and she recoils. You twitch as well.
Oh no.
Both of you stare at your [[erection|Perversion]].There's shouting coming from beyond the door. Begging. Pleading. Words without discernible meaning. Your mind is full. So full of //her//. The brush moves as if possessed. Your body forgoes food and water just to see the painting completed. Every stroke happens just as you imagine it. Every line falls into place perfectly. The old canvas further disappears behind more and more layers of paint until only the woman is left. Facing the viewer, baring herself to the world with her grand and terrible beauty.
Only then do you finally open the door.
$nameGF is sitting on the ground, hugging her knees. Her eyes are following your every move.
Uneaten food has been placed around the door. You bow down and pick up a sandwich.
"Come and look."
Roused by your words she springs into motion and rushes to your side. Her arms hug you with abnormal strength, as if she's trying to prevent you from disappearing. You gently lead her into the room to show her the painting. The rising sun throws just the right shade of blue onto the canvas.
$nameGF is looking. Looking and crying. She sinks down to your feet, still clinging to your leg.
"I made this. It's for [[you|Murderer II]]."
(set: $painting to true)
“Is this turning you on?”
$nameGF asks and straddles you. Pinning you to the couch as if she is demanding answers. Your eyes are still firmly glued to her phone screen. The bright pictures burning themselves into your memory.
Such pain, such suffering! But why then, why is it so sweet as well?
You look up at her. Her eyes are pools of darkness, framed by slightly swollen and red eyelids. Then you realize, it is because of //her//.
You begin to speak. Once, twice, every time your mouth opens $nameGF’s eyes light up. Finally you manage to vocalize.
"Yes."
Her face hovers millimeters in front of you. The depth of her eyes transfixing you.
"Why?"
A terrible realization surfaces in your mind.
<hr>"Seeing other men having their way with you ... it makes me so unbelievably [[aroused|Betrayer]]."
"You were beautiful. You still are [[beautiful|Inspiration]]."
Muse
[[Prologue]]
Your girlfriend is a yandere.
You are an artist, a painter.
(link-reveal: "(colour: #000000)[|]")[Not loving your girlfriend leads to bad ends.]
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(colour: #3680ec)[Endings]
(if: $Heart is true)[<3: $nameGF took matters into her own hand. Next time be a little less passive.]
(else:)[]
(if: $Musings is true)[Musings: The somewhat better ending of the ones in which $nameGF turns into a murderer.]
(else:)[]
(if: $DisLove is true)[Dislove: Incomplete Bad End. Try to make a different choice concerning blood.]
(else:)[]
(if: $Judgement is true)[Judgement: Completed Bad End.]
(else:)[]
(if: $Fool is true)[Fool: I wanted to do a confinement-style ending.]
(else:)[]
(if: $turnedOFF is true)[Turned Off: $nameGF got drunk on the pleasure, too bad.]
(else:)[]
(if: $turnedON is true)[Turned On: What have you done? Maybe try to steer her off this path?]
(else:)[]
(if: $caughtup is true)[Caught Up: Your preferences for kinks move at lightning-speed.]
(else:)[]
(if: $changeup is true)[Change Up: So now it will be you.]
(else:)[]
(if: $Verdict is true)[Verdict: Secret Ending. Congratulations 8888888]
(else:)[]
(if: $Motive is true)[Motive: Well, did she or did she not?]
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- Added some content before the route-split right
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v0.1.1
- Clarified end of content (formerly 404 page)
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v0.1
- Around 6-7,5k ish words, depending on how many bad ends you hit
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(set: $doubt to false)<!--Uber-(M)Ich-->The reassembled picture brings tears to your eyes. The damage stands out, you will have to fix it properly later, but you can still see $nameGF in it. Her beauty, now hidden behind a smudge of your blood, but nevertheless, there.
How ironic, the same man who has touched $nameGF before you has now destroyed your image of her as well.
Three knocks. Perched ontop of your stool you look at the door. You have locked it to keep her out, but now it feels lonely.
A realization sets in. You are indeed lonely. And afraid. Afraid of $nameGF turning into a stranger. Lonely because you did not know everything about her.
But does it matter that much?
Of course, the trust you had for her is somewhat damaged, but not completely broken. She performed those acts before you were going out, so it's not really cheating.
Or is it? Why did you start liking her? Was it her looks? Her body? The attention she was giving you?
"It's her kindness."
Your whisper silences some of the voices, but the ugliest remains.
//She had sex with another man.//
Or did she? How far did it go? How did they really do it? Are there //more// pictures? More delusions flood your mind, causing a crushing tighness within your chest. But why? Why is there a tightness in your pants as well?
Before you can sink deeper into this swamp more knocks come from the door. $nameGF is saying something.
"[[Please|Iconomachy]]..."
(set: $painting to true)Some days later you're sitting in the atelier, staring down the empty canvas again.
The painting is inside your head, each stroke clear and crisp in front of your eyes. But the white wall in front of you forbids any action. Your hands itch to do something, anything, but you cannot make your body listen.
The front door opens and closes. You can hear $nameGF walk down the hallway and you exchange greetings through the open door.
(if: $painting is true)[$nameGF has promised you full disclosure of her encounter with $nameBully. You only had to ask. The brush stops right in front of the canvas. If you don't ask she won't say anything and you could go back to the way it was before, right? But would it be the same? Hasn't this knowledge, the promise itself, already poisoned the well? And why does it taste so sweet?](else:)[You can't concentrate. And you know exactly why. Like a drug you keep going back to the memories of those pictures. You even went so far as to sketch them from memory. Something $nameGF must never find out.]
This isn't going to work.
Your brush falls to the floor and you rub your face. You have to know. There's no other way. The knowledge would've made its way to you either way. If not revealed through $nameGF, $nameBully would've used it lord over you.
A deep breath later you are walking towards the living room where $nameGF is sitting.
You stand before her and she closes her laptop.
“I think I’m ready now.”
Your throat is hoarse from dehydration. $nameGF shoves a bottle of water into your hand.
“I can't take it anymore, what happened with $nameBully, in those pictures?”
A thin smile spreads across her lips and she beckons you to sit next to her on the couch. You are then pushed down into the cushions while she seats herself in front of your lap, elbows resting on your thighs.
She points a finger at your lips. They're cracked.
"Drink first, you are completely parched."
You drain the bottle, throwing it away once you are done. $nameGF raises an eyebrow at first but starts to talk nonetheless.
“After I found out about the bullying I decided to track him down to confront him.”
“What did you talk about?”
“We mostly talked about you, $nameYou. I told him in no uncertain terms that he is to stay away from you, unless he wants to face the consequences. His counter-offer however was an exchange. He could have my body so he would leave you in peace.”
Once again your chest is gripped by an iron hand. Squeezing everything into a twisted shape, robbing you of breath and thought.
You become erect within your pants. $nameGF caresses the protrusion with her nails, blushing slightly.
“I would have been able to stay that way. His plaything, you know? All for you, to keep you safe. Protecting you from the shadows. You wouldn't even have gotten to know me.”
You writhe at her touch. She plants her hands next to your growing erection. Close enough that you can imagine the faint warmth of her body, but too far away to actually feel her.
“He took me to an alleyway and dropped his pants. I was reluctant at first. But I did it with love. I imagined your face and gave him a blowjob, just like this.”
She takes out her phone and scrolls through the pictures, landing on the one where she is covering her eyes. You take it from her. Her lips are closed around a penis, cheeks slightly stretched. There, you can see the mole under her collarbone. It is her. It can be no one else.
Your dick twitches at the sight and $nameGF giggles. With a practised movement she pulls down your pants and takes hold of you. Her fingers glide over you, already lubricated by your precum.
“Just like this.”
$nameGF whispers and starts to move her hand around your shaft while you hold onto the phone. Gentle kisses are planted around your tip, making you only harder. With an //aah~// she opens her mouth, letting long strings of saliva drip down. Her tongue flicks close to the tip, but never touches it.
“His dick kept scraping against the roof of my mouth, it had a nasty curve. I really did give my best to make him cum as fast as possible. But he just wouldn’t calm down. In the end he came three times before he got soft.”
You grip onto the couch. Her movements become more forceful.
(if: $painting is true)["D-did he teach you how to do this?"](else:)["You learned this from him?"]
$nameGF smiles. All you can hear are wet sounds. Then there is pressure on your glans, pushing down, rubbing it gently. The stimulation is too much.
"$nameGF!"
With one last stroke she completely pulls back your foreskin and takes your dick into her mouth. It's a hot and wet cage, moving around and massaging you. You can't hold on and dissolve into her, your hips twitching every now and then.
Her lips pull away as she stands up, some cloudy droplets still staining her. $nameGF looks down on you and swallows loudly.
"Ju~st like this."
A heavy flush creeps up her face and her eyes glisten. She gets on top of your lap to cup your face and kiss you around the eyes.
"P-please, $nameGF. Did he.. ?"
Her giggle sends shivers down your [[spine|Resolve]].
(link-reveal: "(colour: #000000)[|]")[(colour: #000000)["Of course not~ I learned //this// from reading the porn books you hid behind your clothes in your apartment. I was still too inexperienced to do this when I was in school."]](link-reveal: "(colour: #000000)[_]") [The light of her eyes extinguishes.]
$nameGF stands up from the couch. (link-reveal: "(colour: #000000)[_]") [She is shaking.]
"I will show you much more of it, then."
$nameGF says and holds her hand in front of you. You give her back the phone and she calls someone. She shows you the ID. It's $nameBully.
She is calling //him//!
Your body grows hot and sweat pearls off your chin. You want to scream and shout but the air is too thin to support your words. There is a conversation going on right in front of you, but you cannot understand it.
"____ meet __ to ____"
Like a cornered beast your mind is raging inside your head. Voices scream at you from all sides but they are unable to win against the crushing grip that this vice has on your soul. There is poison in your body, it is killing you, but at the same time there is such pleasure to be had.
"I just called him again, we'll meet up soon. So don't wait up, okay?"
You follow her movements, like a spectre she gets dressed and goes towards the front door.
"Have a safe trip."
She does not answer nor look [[back|Dislove]].
Her tears flow freely and drop onto your face. They taste like salt, but also unmistakably like her.
The pain! Oh, the pain!
You move her off your lap and head back into your atelier. The sight of your paintings makes you laugh. All that time wasted on trivialities. No feelings reside in these paintings. Self-pity? Plenty. Depression? Heaps. But true emotions? None.
You tear and howl, canvas after canvas falls apart.
“$nameGF, $nameGF! Come!”
Behind you $nameGF appears at the doorway. You run up to her and sweep her off her feet.
“It’s you! It has to be you!”
Your cries of joy bounce off the walls until you stumble and fall to the ground. Still laughing you plant kisses on her feet and up her legs.
“It can be no one but //you//, $nameGF.”
She cradles your exhausted frame in her arms. Is that wonder you see on her face? Has her insanity finally met its match in your perversion? You kiss and hug, giggle and cuddle until your clothes are shed and laughter turns into moaning.
“Please, [[show|Iconography]] me more of your beauty.”
In the end $nameGF went to prison. In her testimony she stated that she acted under duress, seeing how your relationship was at stake due to the threat of blackmail.
Time passes and here you find yourself again, in the midst of the letters you have exchanged with her.
You write of trivialities, about how much you miss each other, the food you eat, the work you are doing. Your hand does not touch the brush anymore, but instead you have found the pen.
A creator remains a creator in a way and now you write novels. The only pictures you keep drawing are in the letters for [[$nameGF|Index]].
(set: $Musings to true)
(set: $blood to false)
(set: $painting to false)
In the end $nameGF never came back. You were able to stay for two months in her apartment until the police came looking for her. Apparently she went missing. Shortly thereafter you were kicked out when the lease ended.
To be back in your own apartment, albeit dusty and small, was somewhat comforting. You had your peace from other humans, the noise let you ignore your own thoughts and you had your paintings. And you kept on painting, and painting. Without fail, without pause. Every day.
Now your apartment is full of //her//. Everywhere you look you can see a facette of $nameGF staring back at you. Some are kind and gentle, others mischievous. But most of the paintings show her sad and dejected. There are so many of her pictures, but only so little left of you. The hollowness of your being steadily increasing day after day.
You still blame yourself, for pushing her away.
Did you believe she would listen to such a request?
The sound of the train manages to drown out the voices in your head. Today will not be the day either.
You move the finished painting off the easel and reach for a new canvas. There are none left, except for the broken one you kept wrapped up all this time. Unthinking you rip open the covering and take out the ripped pieces of your painting. The blood on it is brown and flaking.
Looking at the pieces you recognize the strokes. Too hasty here, her hair doesn't fall that way. No thought put into this part, the muscles on her back are more defined. Mistakes pile onto each other until you can not stop the tears anymore. The only proof of your love you have left for her, destroyed by another (if: $blood is true)[[[man|Judgement]].](else:)[[[man|Index]].]
(set: $DisLove to true)
(set: $painting to false)
The doorbell rings.
You ignore it.
It keeps ringing.
There is shouting coming from the outside because of the noise but the ringing persists.
After your tears run out you go to open the door. It's $nameGF.
You can't see most of her features due to a mask, but the way she holds her body, the curve of her eyebrows, the deep abyss of her eyes.
"$nameYou, I'm back."
You fall to your knees, unbelieving. Her eyes follow you. She moves to pull down the mask. Yes, it is her. How her lips meet, the size of her philtrum-
Something heavy and hard lands in your lap. It is a bag.
"Y-you've come back."
"I did."
You crawl back with the bag while she enters your apartment and closes the door behind her.
"Go on, open it."
You obey and pull open the bag. It is $nameBully. Or rather, his severed head, preserved in a jar.
Realisation overcomes you. There can be only one reason for her to come back. After you pushed her away, tried to defile her further.
You look up into her dark eyes. One last selfish request on your tongue.
"Please, do it while I'm in your arms."
She nods.
The thin knife sinks in deep between your ribs and pierces your heart. You thought it would hurt more, maybe you hoped it would? But your punishment has arrived, at last.
Your vision turns to grey while you can feel your limbs become colder and colder. Being cradled in her arms, however, is [[warm|Index]].
(set: $Judgement to true)
(set: $blood to false)
(set: $painting to false)
You open the door. A cold draft rushes in by your feet, how long have you been inside this room? $nameGF stands on the treshold, her eyes swollen and red from crying. Her hand is still raised and you take hold of it. You lead her into the room, stopping in front of the crudely restored picture.
"I made this ... it's supposed to be you."
$nameGF is still holding onto your hand, gripping it even. You can feel her trembling.
"For the longest time this is how I've seen you. An unattainable beauty ... too good for me."
Her head snaps around, you can sense it. But you don't feel ready to look at her, yet. Instead your eyes trace the lines on the painting, every gash in the canvas reminding you of what has been done to her. Done with her? Done for //you//?
"Seeing those pictures of you ... hurt. I still struggle to combine them with the image I had of you in my head ..."
Having fully sorted your thoughts you finally look at her. Her eyes are still full of tears, overflowing and running down her cheeks.
<hr>|Choice1>[(colour: #3680ec) [//I still love her.//]]|NotChoice>[
]|Choice2>[(colour: #3680ec) [//It's too much for me.//]]
(click: ?Choice1)["But even this imperfect image of you is still perfect. Still beautiful."
$nameGF stares at you. Is it debelief, or relief?
"Y-you don't hate me?"
You shake your head.
"No, just as you said you were weak before I am weak right now. If anything ... I hate myself for enjoying it."
You point down towards your crotch. $nameGF follows your finger with her eyes and blushes.
"Am I just confused?"
Her other hand holds your cheek and you let it happen.
"We can work [[this|Iconography]] out. But first you need to rest."
(replace: ?NotChoice)[](replace: ?Choice2)[]
](click: ?Choice2)["I don't think I can do it."
You let go of her hand and head towards the door.
"Wh-where are you going?"
Her whimpering halts your steps. You do not turn around.
"I think it'd be best if I live by myself ... for a while."
You aren't even able to get past the treshold before blinding pain explodes at the back of your head.
"$nameYou is just confused. He will come back to his senses. I just need to look after him. Only $nameBully is to blame. I will have to punish him. This time he will die. I will not be weak again. My weakness caused all of this. It made $nameYou weak as well. I will protect you this time, $nameYou. Just you and me, no one else. I will love you until the [[end|Fool]]. This time I will be strong enough."
(replace: ?Choice1)[](replace: ?Notchoice)[]]Sometimes you still ask yourself what you have done to deserve this kind of punishment. Everytime $nameGF comes into the atelier you also ask her that.
Was it a lack of love?
All she would do is smile and shake her head. She would feed you, wash you, kiss you, sometimes make love to you and then leave you again. Some days (?) weeks (?) months (?) years (?) ago she showed you small black and white pictures.
"It's our child."
You cannot remember anymore what you felt at that point. Solitude and darkness have been too much for your soul.
Again the door opens, light comes flooding in. Two shapes stand at the threshold, one tall and one short.
"Go on, go to him."
The smaller person walks over to you. You recoil at its touch at first, but it is warm and you are too weak to resist. Short arms reach around your head and hold you close.
"Mother told me all about you. How you're too sick to go out and how you sometimes hurt the ones you love."
The sweet whispers of a girl. Her words reach you, but you are filled with such dread.
"But Mother loves you too much. As do I. In the future, when Mother is gone, I will be here for you, Father."
You are kissed on the forehead.
Fear turns into panic but then the last threads of your sanity unravel, to save yourself. At least in Hell you would have been able to hope for salvation. Salvation which cannot be found in this [[atelier|Index]].
(set: $Fool to true)
(set: $blood to false)
(set: $painting to false)
(if: $painting is true)[
"Wouldn't you like to know~"
$nameGF seats herself high up on your hips, making her weight push you down further into the couch. Her mischievous smile is on full display.
"Wouldn't you rather want to know if $nameBully did //more// things to me?"
...!
"Oh~ $nameYou, the face you're making right now is too amazing. I might not be able to control myself~"
She leans down to kiss you again.
"Promise me, show me more of your faces. I'll do anything you want just to catch another glimpse."
Caught in this soft prison you can only nod and grab her by the hips. Your dick is suddenly brimming with life again and you try to lift her up. $nameGF obliges and angles you with her hands so you can penetrate her. She touches her lower belly.
"You're way harder today~ And you came so much earlier as well. Is this such a turn-on for you?"
Out of breath you continue to drive your pelvis upwards. Every thrust makes her bounce and gasp until she needs to hold onto the couch for support.
"Yes, just like that, $nameYou!"
One last push forces you over the top. You arch your back, lifting $nameGF from the couch and ejaculating everything you have left into her. $nameGF leans down to kiss you and lick around your eyes.
Breathing heavily she drapes herself over you.
"$nameGF ... please..."
You are the first to break the silence. $nameGF supports herself on your chest so she can look you in the eyes.
"Did I tease you too much? I looked up this //condition// of yours and teasing came up a lot."
"The truth.."
$nameGF squirms and buries her face behind her hands.
"You're too cute when you're like this, I just can't help it~ But no, it was that blowjob and nothing else. I promise. I would and will never lie to you."
She says after pulling down her hands, her face still completely flushed and eyes hazy. With the last of your strength you hug her, unable to do more before you drift off into [[sleep|Route 1 - Checkpoint 1]].](else:)[Somehow she knows! Which words to say! How to act! How to drive you mad!
You embrace her and push her backwards. She giggles coyly and reaches down to angle your still hard member so you can penetrate her.
"Tell me, did he do this as well?"
You ask and drive your hips forward. Her folds give away, enveloping you tightly.
"Wouldn't you like to know~~?"
$nameGF coos and wraps her legs around your waist. The tightness within your chest starts to burn, but it is a good pain.
"Do you really believe he would leave it at a blowjob?"
Her mischievous grin goads you on. You put your whole weight into every thrust, driving them as deep as you can.
"Oh~ ah~ that alley was so empty~ He could have easily had his way with me~"
More than pain it is pure fire that runs through you. You tuck your head into the nook of her neck so you can hear more of her siren song.
"You are stronger than him back then~ but who knows how it will work out in the present? I would be powerless to resist him~"
An image flashes before your mind's eye and you clench your teeth. With one last mighty push you bury yourself into her. Skin to skin you shiver in unison until you both go limp.
After a while of $nameGF brushing your hair she speaks again.
"Hey, $nameYou, let's move to the [[bed|Route 2 - Checkpoint 1]]..."
]Setting the necessary flags.
.
.
.
[[Done!|Bloodline]]
<!--In this route Muse is actually pretty evil and sociopathic. She is also the main driving force for progression.-->
(set: $blood to true)
(set: $painting to true)
(set: $nameGF to (prompt: "What is your girlfriend's name?", "Muse"))
(set: $nameYou to (prompt: "What is your name?", "Anon"))
(set: $nameBully to (prompt: "What is the bully's name?", "Ken"))
Setting the necessary flags.
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.
.
[[Done!|Phone Call]]
<!--In this route You are the main driving force behind the progression. Muse mostly plays along to satisfy you and to get Bully off your back. Less Yan more Dere.-->
(set: $blood to true)
(set: $painting to false)
(set: $nameGF to (prompt: "What is your girlfriend's name?", "Muse"))
(set: $nameYou to (prompt: "What is your name?", "Anon"))
(set: $nameBully to (prompt: "What is the bully's name?", "Ken"))
The brush moves with absolute accuracy. Every line you see appears on the canvas. Perfect thickness. Perfect placement. Perfectly soulless.
Commission work is dull, but it pays the bills if push comes to shove. While your body works your head is brimming with compositions and their variations. Anatomy, lightning, how fabrics knit and flow. You place $nameGF onto the canvas, splay out her limbs, contort her body into nigh impossible shapes, put every part of her on full display, touch her with a myriad of hands. Maybe you should take up sculpting stone instead of painting? (if: $painting is false) [Maybe take the hammer and bash $nameBully's sku-](else:)[Maybe take the chisel and excise the tum-]
A tap on your shoulder brings you back to reality.
The canvas is blank?
There's a cool sensation running down your chin. You wipe at it, it's your own saliva.
"Huh?"
You're back home? And $nameGF is standing next to you?
"Dinner is ready."
You follow her to the kitchen.
"Uh ... how long?"
"How long you were drooling for while staring at the canvas? Right after you came back from work. You didn't even say anything. You just headed straight into the atelier."
Food is placed in front of you and you eat.
"Work? Oh. The commission ... yes. I'm done with it. He was satisfied as well and told me he'd commission me again in the future."
"And when would that be?"
"He said something about his daughter? I can't remember, he'll call me first or write a letter, like usual. I think."
Before you can go and put away your dishes $nameGF points towards the table.
"Sit."
Naturally you comply.
"You've been a mess these last couple of days. What is on your mind?"
Too much it seems. You've been avoiding her. This has to stop.
"It's the pictures you showed me. I can't stop thinking about them. I can still see them when I close my eyes.(if: $painting is true)[ Then I start imagining how it would've looked from different perspectives. I have already filled pages upon pages with sketches.]"
Your eyes leave the table and move towards her face.
"And every time I think about it, I get so turned on again. I'm growing obsessed with this. With this idea that you were touched by another man. With seeing you do these things with $nameBully again. And once I get to that point again painting becomes so easy."
$nameGF is wearing her perfect poker face.
"Why him?"
Yes indeed, why him? Why not anyone else?
"Without him I wouldn't have found out about this. And I think not doing it with him ... it just wouldn't be the same?"
"It wouldn't be the same?"
"I'd rather it be him than some stranger."
Her face remains unreadable. Now or never.
"Will you show me again? Make me feel these feelings again?"
$nameGF reaches for your hands on the table.
"If you wish for it this much, I [[will|Wille]]. I will do it. Anywhere, anytime. I will prove my love for you over and over and over again. Just tell me whenever. We can start off with those pictures again, and this time I'll tell you everything."
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(colour: #7f16cd) [Hesi]
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Some days pass and you get to spend some time together, again. Only $nameGF looks worried.
"Are you sure you want it to happen //here//? And you want him to know that you're watching?"
You are lying on the couch, your head on $nameGF's lap.
"Yes, I don't want you to be alone with him, I don't trust him."
$nameGF just shakes her head.
"I can defend myself, they make powerful tasers nowadays ... "
"We can't be too prepared."
$nameGF leans over you, her breasts cover your eyes.
"But what if he becomes violent against you, again? And why ... here? I don't want //him// here."
"Oh ... I thought it would be convenient? You have a door guard and all, so he can't call more people. You would be safer as well, we outnumber him."
You cannot tell her expression but from the vibrations of her chest she is muttering something.
"This is a bad idea, but fine. We will have to buy covers for the furniture and everything else as well. Oh~ what am I going to do with this [[kink|Prepared]] of yours?"
Route End, for now
[[Index]]{(link:"Save slot 1 Route 2: Oh, Desire")[
(if:(save-game:"Slot C"))[
$nameGF: Those are some nice sketches, let me see. (Game saved) [[Proceed|Phone Call]]
](else: )[
$nameGF: What, I can't look at these? (Game didn't save) [[Proceed|Phone Call]]
]
]}
{(link:"Save slot 2 Route 2: Oh, Desire")[
(if:(save-game:"Slot D"))[
$nameGF: Some of my hair? For a project? (Game saved) [[Proceed|Phone Call]]
](else: )[
$nameGF: You want //what// to make paint from? (Game didn't save) [[Proceed|Phone Call]]
]
]}
No references needed to draw her? At all? It's all in your head? Well, if you say so. ([[Proceed without saving|Phone Call]])You can feel her wide grin next to your face without even having to turn your head. She nibbles on your jaw, leaving small bite marks.
"Sorry, $nameYou, I might not be able to control myself. I might turn //him// into my pet after all. Or an insect, and then stomp him out."
You hug her tighter around the waist.
"That's fine ... as long as you keep yourself out of harm's way."
$nameGF touches your face to bring it closer.
"Yes, of course. I promise. But how about I make good on my [[other promise|Intimacy]] from earlier first?"
(set: $sociopath to ($sociopath +2))
(set: $hatred to true)$nameGF hums and turns around to straddle you in the bathtub. Her arms reach out and press you against her chest.
"Tell me. Why?"
Her voice is close to inaudible.
<hr>|Choice1>["It just sounded like he was in a lot of pain."]|NotChoice>[
]|Choice2>["I'm feeling a little bit insecure after seeing you do that."]
(click: ?Choice1)[
$nameGF's embrace tightens, her heartbeat becomes louder as well.
"Oh $nameYou, your kindness is so loveable."
Her purring in addition to the warm water nearly lulls you to sleep.
"But it's wasted on him. As I have told you before, he is an animal, and mercy is for humans."
Her hands drift across your body, fingers pausing now and then over old scars.
"What kind of human would prey on his own kin? Torture and disfigure them?"
You snap out of it after $nameGF's words make their way into your brain. She isn't wrong, the bullying did escalate. But that was so long ago, wasn't it?
"$nameGF, those scars are old and don't hurt anymore. All because of you."
She turns your face towards her.
"But what about these bruises? They might not scar but //he//, someone //else// touched you! I know what you felt when you saw those pictures of me. I know. You might be strong enough to deal with it in a loving way, but my love is only for you. I want to visit every imaginable suffering upon him for doing this to you. And even if I have to sleep with him to achieve that, I will do it."
To stare into the abyss and see love at its bottom.
//Still, more of this [[violence|Swap]] will get her into trouble.//
(replace: ?NotChoice)[](replace: ?Choice2)[]
](click: ?Choice2)[
That one caught her off guard. $nameGF relaxes her hug.
"What? Insecure?"
"I mean ... have you always wanted to do that? The restraints ... and stuff?"
Your girlfriend closes her eyes and shakes her head ever so slightly.
"Are you actually jealous of how I punished him?"
"... you looked like you enjoyed it."
The faint blush on $nameGF's cheeks darkens.
"I did enjoy it, yes. Seeing him squirm and listening to his screams ... there are also more things I want to try out. So how about we do some of them together?"
"That would be nice."
"Anything else?"
She really doesn't miss a thing.
"One more ... that hip thing you did? Can we do that as well?"
$nameGF only (link: "laughs")[(set: $sociopath to ($sociopath +1))(set: $dominatrix to true)(set: $swap to false)(goto: "Intimacy")] and nods. (replace: ?Choice1)[](replace: ?Notchoice)[]][[ |Intimacy]]{(link:"Save slot 1 Route 1: `___path`")[
(if:(save-game:"Slot A"))[
$nameGF: Did you enjoy yourself? (Game saved) [[Proceed|Bloodline]]
](else: )[
$nameGF: This isn't happening ... (Game didn't save) [[Proceed|Bloodline]]
]
]}
{(link:"Save slot 2 Route 1: `___path`")[
(if:(save-game:"Slot B"))[
$nameGF: Are you keeping a diary, $nameYou? Can I see? (Game saved) [[Proceed|Bloodline]]
](else: )[
$nameGF: I can't read your handwriting ... (Game didn't save) [[Proceed|Bloodline]]
]
]}
What do you mean you can remember it all? What? It's just like the way you don't need any references when you draw her face? ([[Proceed without saving|Bloodline]])
[[Index]]An idea comes to you.
"If you liked bullying him so much ... why don't you do some femdom-play next?"
$nameGF smiles.
"You're blushing~ Are you interested in BDSM?"
It's no use to lie.
"A little bit ..."
"And you want me to do it with //him// first?"
She does have a point.
"Just so I can be sure if I actually want to try it myself ... ?"
$nameGF leans close.
"So he's just a [[test subject|Intimacy]] in the end? Yes, that works~"
(set: $swap to true)
(set: $sociopath to 2)
(if: $date1 is true)[[[Proceed|Dreamer]]](else:)[Route End]
{(link:"Save slot 1 Route 1: `___path`")[
(if:(save-game:"Slot A"))[
$nameGF: That was fun~ (Game saved)
](else: )[
$nameGF: Ahh, this annoying-! (Game didn't save)
]
]}
{(link:"Save slot 2 Route 1: `___path`")[
(if:(save-game:"Slot B"))[
$nameGF: Show me that sketchbook you keep doodling in. (Game saved)
](else: )[
$nameGF: What are these? (Game didn't save)
]
]}
(if: $date1 is true)[You had me teach you photography but in the end you still prefer to paint? ([[Proceed|Dreamer]] without saving)]
[[Index]]The restraints fall away and the blindfold is lifted. You get to relax for the first time in hours. Fingers move over the rope-marks, making you shy away.
“Oh, were they too tight?”
$nameGF helps you to fully free yourself.
“No, it was just right. Like I was in a spider’s web.”
A water bottle is held to your lips and you drain it. The seasons have changed, it’s summer now, making it so you would only engage in bondage during the night.
“Was the blindfold really necessary?”
$nameGF’s dislike for masks or anything that covers your face shines through again.
“I could’ve just turned off the light.”
“You can see in the dark?”
“Maybe~”
Lying on the floor, feeling her warmth, it’s just so intoxicating.
“It was more intense with the blindfold.”
“If you say so.”
Your hand finally obeys and moves. You let it rest on her thigh. Her skin is sticky from all the sweat, but not in an unpleasant way. As if you were caught by her.
“What do you want to do next, $nameGF? You fulfilled my wish today, after all.”
“Well, BDSM night is coming up soon. Why don’t we visit the swinger's club again?”
“You really like to show me off, huh?”
“All because of your influence~”
She’s so very close again, this time not to pull the ropes tighter or to caress certain spots but to kiss.
“Seeing you hang there, having all the other patrons’ eyes crawl over your body, their desire for you, my own intense jealousy. I get it now. It’s like a drug carrying your name.”
“Oh? Will I be loaned out now?”
“Would you like to try it? The tall lady with the girl, she was looking at you quite a lot the last time we were there.”
A blush creeps up your face. Someone else dominating you? It’s a complicated feeling, but also exciting.
$nameGF smiles.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Yes, please.”
Moving is still a bit painful but you sit up. You tilt your head and $nameGF stands up with a sigh.
“As always ... right.”
“Rituals are important.”
She walks right in front of you. The curve of her pubic mound is glistening with sweat in the low light. The sweet scent of her is like a second wind. You lean forward to plant a kiss right at the source. $nameGF smiles and pets your head.
“[[Good boy|Route 1 - Checkpoint 2]], but lets go and take that bath now.”
(if: $together is >= 1)["Oh, this one is the first video I was satisfied with. I blackmailed him prior to filming with the photos I took when we went to his parents' place. You wouldn't believe the look on his face."
$nameGF laughs. The $nameGF in the video is sitting on $nameBully's bed while her feet are getting licked by him. She repeats the lines of her past self.
"(text-style:"shadow")[Look, he has become so hard~ (if: $swap is false)[isn't that funny?]]"
The video cuts. $nameGF is sitting on the bed behind $nameBully and her legs dangle over his shoulders while he's kneeling on the floor. His erect penis still jutting out from his crotch.
"I never understood foot fetishists but I guess I prefer it over touching him with my hands. It felt like I was playing with a toy. Just pushing it around and rubbing my feet against it ... it was //fun//."
$nameBully's dick twitches and he starts to moan.
"He reminded me a little bit of you here, always so honest with your body ... But he lacks self-control. Look, he's about to cum even when I told him that he's forbidden from doing so until I give him the command."
$nameGF stomps down onto $nameBully's manhood and says something that the camera doesn't quite catch.
"I berated him for being incapable of following commands. Can you believe it? He actually got harder when I stepped on him. (if: $swap is true)[Of course //you// would always listen to me, right?]"
The video cuts again. $nameGF has her back towards the camera and lifts her skirt. $nameBully is still kneeling on the floor but you can't see what he's doing.
"He's kissing me //there//, $nameYou. It's a greeting I taught him."
The grin she is wearing next to you mirrors the one on the screen.
(if: $swap is true)["He managed to learn some tricks in the end, and I'll teach them [[to you|Change II]] as well~] (else:)["See? I managed to [[beat|Turned]] some tricks into him after all.]"](else:)[There is no sound for the video but you recognize the scene. It's the inside of $nameBully's room. Two people are in the video. $nameGF is sitting on the bed, fully clothed while $nameBully is kneeling on the floor, naked.
She says something towards the camera and takes off one of her low heels, putting her foot onto $nameBully's chest. You can see how her toes splay out under the pantyhose while $nameBully takes hold of her. His tongue moves into every nook and cranny he can find, alternating licking with sucking.
$nameGF takes off her other shoe and shoves both of her feet into $nameBully's face, so that he has to lie down. She looks at the camera and points towards something with a smile. It's $nameBully's hardening penis.
There is a cut and $nameBully is kneeling in front of the bed, facing the camera. $nameGF is behind him, her legs resting on his shoulders while her feet touch his erect dick. He is caught between her toes as she begins to peel him back and stimulate his tip. It keeps twitching as she rubs her soles all over him, every vein popping out.
$nameGF looks completely absorbed in the act. Just as $nameBully starts to cum her face changes however. Gone is that drunken look. With a cold look of disgust her foot races down to squash $nameBully's dick at the base, driving his balls apart and turning the jet of his cum into a dribble. Her heel continues to grind until the cum stops oozing out.
The last shot catches most of $nameGF's back while she is lifting her skirt. $nameBully is kneeling on the floor but the fabric obscures all movement. The video cuts off just as she looks over her shoulder and [[grins|Turned]].]
(set: $watched to ($watched +1))(if: $together is >= 1)[As soon as the video starts $nameGF's breathing becomes faster.
"Oh, the quality of this video is really bad but I still wanted to show it to you because it was so exciting."
Then the sound hits you. She's panting in the video and now next to you as well. Her breathing is syncing up with her past self.
"I took him to that park, you know the one, two blocks down. It was three in the morning, no one was around, but it was still so thrilling."
$nameBully is naked, only wearing a mask. Around his neck is a collar leading into a leash.
"Just walking around had my heart racing. It was unbelievable. My mind was racing, I was making up excuses for the police. And I was so incredibly wet."
Asphalt scrolls past the camera, accompanied by the sounds of $nameGF's breathing.
"I had him mark his territory. Look, he's pissing against the tree."
Suddenly the breathing stops, both in the video and right next to you. There is the sound of gravel and the picture becomes a blur.
"I was so nervous here, I thought we got caught. I just started running and dragging him with me."
$nameGF is laughing. It's a genuine, happy laugh, that lasts until the video stops. Its last shot on the sweat running down $nameBully's neck.
(if: $swap is true)["It actually was the police that chased us. They hung up signs warning of suspicious activity in the neighborhood the next day."
$nameGF gets close to your ear.
"You made your girlfriend a [[deviant~|Change II]] You better take responsibility.](else:)["I was so ... //horny// afterwards, $nameYou."
She calls up another folder. //$nameYou/Fever/Winter8.mp4//.
"This one's a bit embarrassing, but I couldn't think straight after that adrenalin-rush. Promise you won't think bad about me?"
The new video starts and you're looking at yourself lying in bed. Your breathing is laboured and one of your hands is peeking out of the blanket. $nameGF takes hold of it and guides it between her legs.
Just like how she's clinging to your arm right now. Slowly grinding against your hand. The picture becomes shaky until the camera is put down on the bed.
"The fever made your hand so hot."
On the screen $nameGF is pushing her hips against your fingers, setting a fast rhythm until she leans forward and slumps down next to the bed. With a tired smile she grabs the camera and [[stops|Turned]] the recording.
"I cleaned your hand afterwards, of course."]]
(else:)[The quality of this video is somewhat lacking, probably because it was shot at night. You recognize the park, it's the one two blocks down the road. You turn up the volume, but there is no sound.
$nameBully comes into the frame, naked and not wearing anything but a mask and a leash around his neck. The rest of the video is mostly focused on him taking a walk in the deserted neighbourhood.
A sudden burst of movement causes the image to become a blur. Are they running from something?
The picture refocuses on $nameBully, taking a close-up of his breathing and how the sweat is running down his neck. Then the video suddenly [[ends|Turned]].]
(set: $watched to ($watched +1))
(if: $together is >= 1)[“This is one of the more recent ones. Do you know this bar? It’s a swingers club and they do BDSM nights once a month.”(if: $swap is true)[](else:)[
“You went there without me?”
“… yes. I had to make sure that he was properly disciplined.”]
Ropes are tied around $nameBully’s extremities and looped through hooks until his crotch is fully exposed. Two women work on him while $nameGF leans into the frame.
"(text-style:"shadow")[I bought something really incredible.]"
Her voice resounds in unison while she shows off her attire. A shiny black leather corset, black lace gloves and a thick strap-on dildo slung around her hips. Generous amounts of lube is applied to the appendage while her hands glide over $nameBully's lower abdomen and crotch. She never touches his genitals directly but he reacts nonetheless.
"I had him prepare for this for weeks."
With one push of her hips $nameGF drives the dildo into $nameBully.
"At that point I got it. Why you like doing it so much. Thrusting your hips in and out, it's just //fun//, isn't it? Just look at how far it reaches inside."
You watch as $nameGF gets faster and rougher. She's holding onto $nameBully for support now until she throws her head back and lets out a shivering moan. Next to you $nameGF covers her ears.
"I came so hard, I actually lost it for a second there. Please forget about that, it's so embarrassing."
She quickly (if: $swap is true)[[[stops|Change II]]](else:)[[[closes|Turned]]] the video.](else:)[The camera is put down and focuses on a masked, gagged and otherwise naked and tied up man. His face is completely obscured, but his body is well-built, sturdy even. Familiar. It has to be $nameBully.
The interior of the location is dimly lit and looks like a bar. Tall stools, chrome and leather decor. Two women you don’t recognise are standing around the man, tying him up, raising one leg higher and higher until his crotch is fully exposed.
$nameGF leans into the picture, saying something. You can’t understand her, there is no sound in this video. She does rise into the frame again, though, slowly moving towards the naked man, wearing nothing but high-heels, a black corset, black gloves and some straps around her hips. There’s indentation around her buttocks and again from her corset. Leaning closer you try to see what is exactly around her.
The answer is provided when $nameGF turns around to face the camera. It’s a strap-on dildo. Her hands move to touch $nameBully while the women around her apply a liquid to the strap-on. With a small wave they disappear and only $nameGF and $nameBully are left in the frame.
Slowly she moves behind him while caressing his thighs and lower abdomen. Her hips move forward with a jerk until she stops to point out the slight bulge in $nameBully’s belly.
$nameGF looks completely entranced. She grabs onto $nameBully’s raised leg and starts to pump her hips. Even through the dim light and the video you can see her eyes shining in the dark. More than just in a trance $nameGF is absolutely enraptured. Her movements speed up and her nails leave red trails on $nameBully’s body until she throws her head back.
The video cuts to the two women from before servicing $nameBully. Removing loops of rope form his body until they free him from the mask. His face looks sweaty and flushed, but also blissful.
$nameGF comes into the frame again, she say something and blows the camera a [[kiss|Turned]] before the video ends.]
(set: $watched to ($watched +1))
"You're going to love this one, then."
Another video starts. $nameBully is tied to a chair, naked again. One source of light shines onto him from the front, the rest of the room is dark. His eyes dart around and he turns his head a lot. $nameGF peels out from the shadows. She's also naked, wearing only a transparent raincoat.
"(text-style:"shadow")[Hey, $nameYou]."
$nameGF echoes and pulls down your pants.
"Mistress, what do you mean, $nameYou?!"
"Why, I'm doing this for him, of course?"
$nameBully's face drops.
"But what about us? You tore my foreskin! I had to get a circumcision because of you!"
$nameGF's laughter is manic, mocking even.
"Stop thinking with your dick for one second."
A knife flashes on the screen. It's the kitchen knife you bought her two years ago.
"You were used for the enjoyment of others, too bad isn't it?"
$nameGF swings the blade through the air.
"I can understand how you feel, you have used me like this before after all. However, this is about $nameYou. I warned you before, didn't I? That you would know the consequences of your actions."
$nameBully screams and shouts while throwing his body against the restraints. All to no avail.
"I thought about mirroring every injury you inflicted upon $nameYou. I know all of his scars. Every cut, every burn. Every fracture he suffered from your torture. Every tear shed cursing your name. Every bruise that ever marred his body."
The tip of the knife breaks through skin and one small bead of blood is drawn out.
"Eight years ago, August fifth, classroom one-five-five at dusk. You stayed behind because $nameYou was finishing a painting and ambushed him on the way out. You had a box cutter and intimidated him until he ran off to do your bidding. What did he steal for you again? Oh yes, it was cigarettes."
A wound opens up across $nameBully's knuckles. The blood shines on his pale skin.
"I thought about cutting off your manhood and stuffing it down your throat as well. But that would be too boring. Fitting for your greed, but too boring. Just like just cutting open your neck. So in the end I decided on this."
The knife disappears.
"It would've been too messy to use $nameYou's gift anyway. The blade could've gotten damaged. I just wanted a part of him to be around for this."
Instead she raises a metal bat into the picture.
"I really wished I could've done it with my hands alone, but I'm too weak to beat you to death and just strangling you is too boring as well, and too romantic. Breathing your last in my arms? No way."
Metal flashes in the light and blood sprays. $nameBully's echoing roars distort the audio. $nameGF keeps striking at all of his exposed spots, leaving nasty bruises and ripped skin. With one last swing $nameBully's head snaps back and sickening gurgling fills out the last of the video. Wearing a sweet smile on her blood-splattered face $nameGF makes a peace-sign towards the camera.
The video stops but the movement on your chest doesn't. $nameGF is still grinding her hips against yours, impaling herself on your dick. You were hard? The laptop falls off to the side as she pushes your arms away to kiss you. She's wild, feral even. A monster of your own [[creation|Commentary #1]].
And there you are, caught in her den.
(set: $turnedON to true)(if: $swap is true)[You recognize the scene. It's $nameBully's room again, but this time the video is shot from a higher angle. $nameGF riding him, again, but this time he isn't bound. His arms are crossed behind his head and he seems to be enjoying it.
$nameGF also gets into the act, letting out moans and becoming faster until a loud scream distorts the speakers. Her hand shoots up to reach for the camera and the video becomes blurry.
It takes you a couple of seconds to comprehend what is happening on the screen. $nameGF is showing off the place where she is connected to $nameBully. But there is blood pooling in his crotch. And it's flowing out of $nameGF.
She stands up and you can see $nameBully's penis. There's a gash on his foreskin, oozing large amounts of blood. The video cuts off after a disappointed sigh from $nameGF accompanied by $nameBully's [[whimpering|Verdict]].](else:)[You recognize the scene. It's $nameBully's room again, but this time the video is shot from a higher angle. $nameGF is moving rhythmically on top of $nameBully.
"I had to cut a lot from this video or it would've gotten too long."
$nameGF whispers next to you as her hips move against $nameBully.
"He did so well so I figured it was time to reward him."
Her breath is hot on your neck.
"I got so into it I couldn't control myself anymore."
She is basically on you now, draping her body over your chest and grinding her hips against your leg.
"You let me drink from this cup and I got so hopelessly addicted. I'm sorry, $nameYou, but the second time. It felt so //good//. I could feel it. A huge one was coming. And that's when it happened."
The sound cuts off for a second until you realise that there is screaming.
"Of course he had to ruin it."
It takes you a couple of seconds to comprehend what is happening on the screen. $nameGF is showing off the place where she is connected to $nameBully. But there is blood pooling in his crotch. And it's flowing out of her.
"It ripped."
"What?"
"His foreskin, I [[ripped|Turned]] it. I was so into it, I just clamped down. But don't worry, I had him tested right after the first time."]
(set: $watched to ($watched +1))
(if: $together >=4)[The screen goes dark right as the video stops and $nameGF looks at you with her hazy, lust-laden eyes.
"$nameYou, see. All like I promised. Now tell me. Did you like it? Have I done what you wanted? Have I? Please, don't keep me waiting, tell me. Tell me."
<hr>Mesmerised by her you can only [[nod|On]].
"What you did was [[wrong|Off]]!"](if: $together is 3)[$nameGF gets really close to you and guides your hand.
"Let's watch this one now~"
(link: "Tear.mp4")[(set: $together to ($together +1))(goto: "Tear")]](if: $together is 3)[(set: $watched to 5)](if: $watched >=2 and <5)[Just as the video stops the screen of your laptop goes black and you can see $nameGF standing behind you, smiling. When did she come back? Were you too absorbed in the videos to notice?
Her arms wrap around you as she squats down to meet you on the floor.
"Finally you're looking at me again, $nameYou. I was so lonely."
Her lips press against your cheek.
"How many videos have you watched? Let's watch the rest together."
She takes you by the arm and leads you towards the living room.
"When did you take those videos?"
"While you were sick. I thought you might crave some entertainment after recovering, so I prepared them. Did you like them? Your laptop must've ran out of battery before you could watch them all. How many did you manage to go through? Let's watch them together."
$nameGF moves fast. Before you can say a word she's snuggled up with you on the couch. The folder she opens has a fourth video.
Four videos? She went to meet with $nameBully at least four more times?
<hr>"Pick any video, I'll tell you what happened."
(link: "dog.mp4")[(set: $together to ($together +1))(goto: "Dog")]
(link: "leash.mp4")[(set: $together to ($together +1))(goto: "Walk")]
(link: "club.mp4")[(set: $together to ($together +1))(goto: "Club")]
(link-reveal: "(colour: #3680ec) [Tear.mp4]") [
$nameGF giggles and stops you before you can open the video.
"Oh no no, not, yet $nameYou~"]
](if: $watched <2 and <5)[After suffering from fever for a week and being too weak to move, $nameGF put a ban on more late night excursions. Neither of you were bothered by $nameBully afterwards so you didn't bring it up again either. She seemed happier as well, for not having to deal with him again. Your own immoral desires would flare up from time to time, but less intensely. Maybe the fever burnt them away?
The apartment is empty at this time of day, $nameGF is out attending classes. Winter break is coming up soon so she's been busy with coursework for the last couple of weeks. But once her exam period is over? You hum while the toaster does its work. Food still doesn't taste the same, but the crunchy texture is nice. After breakfast you head into the atelier, the blank canvas is beckoning you.
There is something placed in the bracket of the easel. It's an envelope with $nameGF's handwriting.
(text-style:"expand")[Training Log ❤]
You rip open the paper and an USB-stick falls out. She doesn't enter the atelier too much, so it must have been placed here on purpose. You were supposed to find it.
Now what to do with it?
There is only one person who could have been "trained". You were too sick to do anything and $nameGF spent more time not at home after you recovered. You just assumed it was coursework. What if ... she was meeting up with $nameBully?
Your hands start to sweat as you head to your own laptop on the atelier floor and plug in the stick. It reveals an assortment of videos:
[[dog.mp4|Dog]]
[[leash.mp4|Walk]]
[[club.mp4|Club]]]"Wrong?"
You try to get away from $nameGF but her fingers dig into your arm, keeping you close to her.
"Why? Didn't I do it exactly as you wanted? I raped him over and over, again. Showed him his place. Turned him into a dog. You asked me to have sex with him. And now you're telling me that I did something wrong? Explain yourself. Tell me what I did wrong. What went wrong? What? What?"
It hasn't been like this for ages. She pulls herself up and pins your arms with her knees. Her hair falls on you like a curtain, blocking out the world. And in the darkness the baleful gaze of her eyes focuses on you.
"I dirtied myself over and over again for you. I thought I could satisfy this perversion of yours but it seems I was mistaken. Maybe you're just jealous of what I did with him? Yes, that must be it. But don't worry. For you I would do anything~"
Lightning crackles in the air and all thoughts stop as you shake helplessly, unable to look away from her eyes ...
.
.
.
"Wake up, $nameYou."
(link-reveal: "//Shit//.") [
She got you good. Deep breaths now.
You're tied to the bed. The restraints prove to be sturdy as you strain against them, pulling as hard as you can. $nameGF is sitting next to you, her hands move across your body. The feeling is strange, as if you still need to come back from a deep slumber. There is a tingling and numbness but your dick seems to be working. It's standing up tall and proud.
"This part of you is honest at least~"
$nameGF smiles.
"Hmm~ what comes next?"
She's not looking for an answer. With practised grace $nameGF slides you into herself. The insertion sends a shiver through her body.
"It's been so long, $nameYou. It feels nice to have you for myself, again. Now that I have gotten rid of all the distractions, you can look at me, and only me once more."
Her face hovers in front of you and she runs her tongue over your lips.
"You must have been lonely, I'll make it up to you. I'll drive you crazy with all the things I have learned."
Her folds twist and contract. Constricting, bending and pulling you into directions you never thought possible.
"You're so silent today, $nameYou~ Come on, let me hear your voice~ Or am I the only one having fun right now? Am I not doing it hard enough?"
The bed shakes every time she drives her hips down, slamming against you to the point of pain.
"Why aren't you saying anything to me? Am I not doing what you wanted?"
$nameGF's voice becomes irritated. Her movements slow down as her hands land on your collar bones.
"Please talk to me, say anything."
<hr>|Choice1>["..."]|NotChoice>[
]|Choice2>["You're crazy, unhinged!"]
(click: ?Choice1)[
"Nothing, nothing at all?"
$nameGF's face changes into one of anger. Her hands close tightly around your neck.
"Oh~ one more kink I didn't know of. Your cock remains honest to the last, doesn't it?"
She hisses into your ear while her fingers tighten more and more, only intensifying the sensations. The smell of her sweat, acrid but sweet. The sound of her voice, ringing like a bell in your head. Her eyes, two black pools sucking up all light around you.
As your vision turns to grey her eyes remain your only focus. Until the end, you [[keep|Commentary #1]] looking.(replace: ?NotChoice)[](replace: ?Choice2)[]
](click: ?Choice2)["I'm the crazy one?!"
Her hands close around your neck and you can see the muscles of her arms bulge as she begins to squeeze. Even in the end you can recognize beauty. Maybe there would be a canvas in the afterlife?
"You asked me to do this! I would've found another way, but your ... perversions! I thought I could deal with them, but I was too weak, again."
Tears drop down onto your face. Your lips move but you can't form words. Something breaks in your neck, but the pain is dull. Not present. Just like the person $nameGF was. The darkness of her eyes is absolute, leaving no trace of warmth.
"Forgive me, $nameYou, your love was [[too heavy|Commentary #1]] for me ..."
Even now she tastes sweet.(replace: ?Choice1)[](replace: ?Notchoice)[]]]
(set: $turnedOFF to true)Route End
Bring me [[back|Index]].
Let me [[save|Route 1 - Checkpoint 2]].
<hr>
(link-reveal: "(colour: #3680ec) [Commentary `#1`]") [
Hey, Muse-Anon here.
I apoligise. Stuff got a little bit weird and we got stuck on Rape-Namek, didn't we? I'm not too fond of this sub-route myself, but I figured I'd rather leave it in than to delete it.
From a character standpoint I think it made sense for things to escalate this drastically? $nameGF was given the "go" order à la carte blanche to do whatever she wanted (except for murder (if: $turnedON is true)[- depending on ending choice]) with $nameBully and it kinda took off from there.
From a technical standpoint I am rather satisfied with how the video part played out, even though I wanted to have a bit more reactivity. Sadly it wasn't something I could implement in an elegant way. I don't think I'll do it like NTSQuest-Anon and port the game to sugarcube, though.
However I do think that I will be reusing the format of having a "true" path through a segment with branching sub-routes leading into endings.
Thank you for your [[time|Route 1 - Checkpoint 2]].]It's nice to be back in the big atelier again. After being sick for a week and generally too weak to move around for another two weeks afterwards $nameGF put a ban on more late night excursions. With your blessing she would still go out to "train" $nameBully, however. She had fun with it, so what's the harm? You had to teach her how to shoot proper videos, though, her first recordings were horrendous.
The brush stops.
How many weeks has it been now since the last video? You were so absorbed with painting that you lost count. Life has entered a comfortable routine, again. Pictures get sold, new commissions come in. Your private collection of $nameGF's facettes steadily grows. But //the one// still hasn't appeared in front of you, yet. Or has it? Your memories are still spotty from the fever.
You decide to go home early today. No point in forcing it.
<hr>
$nameGF is sitting on the couch, staring intensely at her laptop. She closes it as soon as you enter to greet her.
"Working on a new project?"
Her gaze shifts to the side and she gives you a slight smile. How unusually //bashful//.
"I've been editing the last batch of videos. Nearly done."
"The last?"
"Yes, I think I have a solid grasp of bondage and S&M now, so we won't need him any longer."
What a shame, her videos were fun. But then again, you have something better to look forward to.
"Let's watch them [[tonight|Change II]], I'm mostly done."
(set: $swap to true)
The call doesn't last for very long. With a satisfied nod $nameGF hangs up.
"He took the bait~"
She says while turning around to you. You can see a shadow leave her face as her expression becomes more composed again.
"We're going on a [[date~~|Crawl]]"
(set: $sociopath to ($sociopath + 1))
(set: $date1 to true)You head out at the agreed time. One hour after $nameGF left to scout out $nameBully's whereabouts. She said that today his parents should be gone and he was house-sitting. The buzzing of the phone signals the time for your departure.
The brush lands on the floor, splattering paint everywhere. Your palette is [[forgotten|Window]] inside the easel's bracket.
Nervousness evaporates and gives space to something far uglier.
(set: $sociopath to ($sociopath + 2))
(set: $rapist to true)Dust flies through the air as you enter your own apartment. The fridge is empty and all the trash is gone, so nothing stinks, thankfully. Walking through the city didn’t do much to clear your head so you looked for solitude.
//End his bloodline?//
This might go beyond just some immoral desire. $nameGF’s willingness to indulge your whims is … worrisome. You never suspected that she had troubles expressing how she felt about you, but having her sleep with another man? And one she so strongly dislikes?
You grab some paper. The scratching of the pencil is soothing.
//Seduce him?//
She would make $nameBully fall in love with her? To what end? To make it so he could never love again? How can she be so confident that it's going to work out that way? Were you seduced as well? What if you’re just another plaything to her as well?
//Impossible.//
Truly.
You scrutinise your sketches. The lines connect and you see her, holding hands with a man taller and bigger than you.
This thing inside your chest rears its head again.
Is it just a passing fancy? A craving for something forbidden? Or is it born from your doubt of her love for you? Demanding one last proof of devotion?
<hr>|Choice1>[(colour: #3680ec) [//This will happen ...//] (Route Switch)]|NotChoice>[
]|Choice2>[(colour: #3680ec) [//I trust her, but …//]]
(click: ?Choice1)[//but on [[my terms|Phone Call]].//(replace: ?NotChoice)[](replace: ?Choice2)[]
](click: ?Choice2)[But what? You want to see how far she would go?
Fleeing again. Into the cold of the city. Unable to find warmth in your old home your steps lead you [[back|Back Again]] towards her.
(replace: ?Choice1)[](replace: ?Notchoice)[]]
(set: $doubt to true)Time passes and interests change. $nameGF had to commit more of her time on studying so you did your best to support her. More chores around the condo, more days on which you would do the cooking, more time spent not thinking about her past with $nameBully.
Surprisingly you never saw him again. Neither did $nameGF say anything about what happened with him. Well, not like it's important, right? You managed to work through the issue, albeit with some temporary confusions, and your relationship stayed intact.
She is, however, late for dinner today. She is not answering her phone, either. Strange. After waiting for an hour you wrap everything up. While walking through the hallway the door unlocks. $nameGF crosses the threshold and you can see two people in uniform behind her. Policemen.
"Thank you for your time, please do not leave the city in the next couple of weeks, in case we need to bring you in for more questioning."
$nameGF merely nods and the policemen touch their caps before departing. You slowly approach her.
"Is everything alright?"
She turns around with a smile on her lips.
"Of course, they just had some questions for me."
Her eyes, however, stay cold.
"Ok ... I'll heat up dinner, just get changed and we can eat together."
Questioning from the police? What could this be about?
You can tell she's worried ... or just tired from a long day at uni. Dinner is mostly held in silence and $nameGF only speaks again once you're washing the dishes.
"You don't want to know why the police talked to me?"
"Well ... I figured you would tell me if it was important or if you were in trouble."
$nameGF seems conflicted. After muttering something under her breath she sighs and spreads her arms.
"Hug."
//Someone is cuddly today.//
Well, whatever is going on, she'll tell you if the time is [[right|Route 1 - Checkpoint 2]].
(link-reveal: "(colour: #000000)[ RIGHT? ]")[R I G H T ? ?]
(set: $Motive to true)
(set: $date1 to false)Route End
Bring me [[back|Index]].
Let me [[save|Route 1 - Checkpoint 2]].
<hr>
(link-reveal: "(colour: #3680ec) [Commentary `#2`]") [
Hey, Muse-Anon here.
Originally I planned for the flags set during this sub-route to carry over into later sub-routes, but all the scenarios I could think of were ones in which the MC just feeds NTR delusions in his head. This is a problem because I wouldn't enjoy writing it. Maybe I'll think of a solution later on and rewrite this sub-route into something more interesting.
Thank you for your [[time|Route 1 - Checkpoint 2]].](if: $watched is 3)[The screen goes dark and $nameGF's fidgeting next to you becomes more noticeable.
"And? Did you like it?"
Her cheeks are flushed and her eyes show a manic spark. There is only one obvious answer isn't there? For all the troubles she went through, just for you.
"I love it."
$nameGF is on you with a blur, pressing you against the couch. Her breathing is ragged, excited.
"We have to make up for so much (link: "lost time")[(set: $changeup to true)(goto: "Up")], then."
(link-reveal: "(colour: #000000)[_________________________]")[<hr>//Later that night - 3:51 A.M.//
You just couldn't let it rest, could you? More videos? And $nameGF would just not show them to you? She glossed over it earlier but your curiosity got the better of you. So now you're sitting stark naked in the living room, the only light coming from her laptop. Her password was easy enough to guess. Somewhat surprising, given how meticulous she can be.
You search for one of the videos you watched earlier. Two results. She must have copied the videos she wanted you to see into a new folder. You quickly look at both and find (link: "the other")[(set: $watched to 0)(goto: "Verdict")] set of files.]]
(if: $watched is >=0 and <3)[$nameGF guides you towards the couch after dinner.
"I settled on three videos for the last batch."
"You make it sound like there are more."
"There are loads more, but I don't think they turned out well at all. Here, take a look."
"Any particular order you'd recommend?"
"Hm~ I would move down the list."
(link: "dog.mp4")[(set: $together to ($together +1))(goto: "Dog")]
(link: "leash.mp4")[(set: $together to ($together +1))(goto: "Walk")]
(link: "club.mp4")[(set: $together to ($together +1))(goto: "Club")]]
[[ |Up]]
[[ |Verdict]]
(set: $changeup to true)(if: $watched is >=2)[As you lean back into the couch you notice how the air in the room has changed. Or is it just your own imagination? The drying sweat sends a chill through your body and you hear a distinct //click// behind you.
Ah~ you should have left her some secrets [[after all|Route 1 - Checkpoint 2]].](if: $watched is <2)[Two longer videos not carrying specific names stand out.
[[1130.mp4|Tear]]
[[1223.mp4|Snuffed Out]]]
(set: $swap to true)
(set: $Verdict to true)<!--Shared Text Passage-->The ride back is rather uneventful. Neither of you speak much after what has happened. Instead you hold hands and $nameGF rests against your shoulder. Today's activities must have taken it out of her.
She hands you the keys as you exit the taxi, still rubbing her eyes. As soon as you enter the apartment her clothes fly through the air and land on the ground. Is she picking up bad habits?
"Come on, let's take a bath together,<!--Shared Text Passage-->(if: $date1 is true)[ you must be cold."
Warm water pours over you.
$nameGF washes your back before she ushers you into the large bathtub. Her own cleaning ritual is more thorough.](else:)[ you must be freezing. Why didn't you wear more?"
$nameGF helps you shower and and wash your back before she ushers you into the large bathtub.
"Your whole body is cold."
"I forgot ... I was too excited. Nervous? Aroused?"
She laughs, the same high giggle from before, but kinder.]
<!--Shared Text Passage-->"Hand me that."
She points towards a small washcloth. It has a rough texture.
"Thanks. Now to scrub off~"
It takes her quite some time until she is finally satisfied with her own state of cleanliness. You point out that she's completely shaved now instead of sporting the tidy trim she's usually so fond of.
"Want to feel it? Here."
It's not completely smooth. There's somewhat of a stubble left which scratches against your fingers. You can also see a slight redness, reminding you of how rough she was. Thin threads fall away as you retract your fingers.
"But why?"
"I would have felt dirtier otherwise and shaved myself right now."
$nameGF states, her eyes somewhat blank.
"Dirty?"
"Yes, every part of me that was touched by him is dirty and must be cleansed. I would shave my head as well, but I think that would be too distressing for you. Unless you want me to? Do you want to watch me shave my pubes the next time?
Dirty. Another pang of regret hits you.
She immediately picks up on your mood and joins you in the bath, nestling herself between your legs and leaning against your chest.<!--Shared Text Passage-->
(if: $date1 is true)["Don't beat yourself up over it. I made some progress as well."
"Progress?"
"Oh yes~ $nameBully is surprisingly talkative if you give him the time of day."
Her head leans back and you touch lips.
"He's absolutely //vulnerable//."
The way she says that word. But still, you want to know more.
"What happened during your date?"
"This and that. He mostly ate up my lies one after another."
"What kind of lies?"
"Only one concerning you. I told him you're stuck inside your atelier all the time and won't give me any attention. ^^You could actually spend more time with me when you're not making progress, you know? Just look at me instead of that blank canvas.^^ You can't believe how fast he was all over me."
All over her, //how//?
"Oh~ what's that at my back~ Are you imagining things again?"
"What happened?"
$nameGF closes her eyes and hums.
"Oh yes, he tried to hold my hand."
"And?"
"Off limits, of course."
But what about inside his room?
"I saw you struggle with him..."
Ah, that glint in her eyes. It's back.
"I went to brush my teeth after that happened. Oh my~"
$nameGF turns around to straddle you in the bathtub. Her stubble prickling against your hardening member.
"I guess I won't need to tell you what happened afterwards... "
She leans close and whispers into your ear.
"I might have gotten his taste out of my mouth, but how about you clean me up on the //inside// as well, $nameYou? Once we're in bed."
Your answer couldn't be clearer as $nameGF keeps rubbing herself against you. If $nameBully is vulnerable, then what are you?
"But first we need to bathe properly, wouldn't want you to [[catch|Intimacy]] a cold."](else:)["It's ok, no need to dwell on this."
$nameGF rests her head on your shoulder. She sighs and her body relaxes on top of yours.
"But tell me, did you like it? How I punished $nameBully? I think I understand now. What bullies feel like when they torment someone. Someone who they think is beneath them. It sent such a tingle through me, I got so wet."
Her voice is so cheerful and she pushes your hand into her crotch, guiding your fingers to feel around.
"I got him to apologise, did you hear it? His screams were so loud that I undid the restraints around his dick. I could feel each spurt of his semen strike against the condom."
Her breathing becomes more and more agitated.
"And you know what was the best? I did it for you, and you were there. I had your blessing to hurt him. And he still hasn't apoligized to you, yet. So I will go back. I will make him say sorry to you."
Both of her arms are now around your head, pulling you closer.
"What do I do, $nameYou, I might get addicted to this. Did you like it? Was this what you wanted? Tell me. Tell me. Tell me."
You hug her around the waist, as if that would be enough for an answer.
<hr>"Yeah, I [[enjoyed|Tendency]] it."
"It was ... too [[extreme|Switch Stance]]."]The light of the sun is on your face. Harsh and blinding. Wet sheets cling to your body, making the bed stifling hot. (if: $date1 is true)[
You free yourself and head into the apartment. The smell of fresh bread is beckoning. Seated at the kitchen table is $nameGF, writing on her phone. She looks up as you enter.
"Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, although maybe not quite as good as you. You were out like a light once we were done."
$nameGF laughs.
"Had any nice dreams, $nameYou?"
"I dreamt of you."
"Oh? What was the dream about?"
"I think we had children."
The phone falls to the table.
"How many do you wa-"
She is cut off by her ringing phone. Both of you look at the display. The ID shows $nameBully. $nameGF makes an annoyed sound and silences the ringing without cancelling the call.
He is persistent, though, you'll give him that.
Her ringtone is still the guitar-solo of your favourite song. The riff plays out for the fifth time while both of you stare at the display in silence, acting like it will go away. Her patience breaks first.
"I'll make it fast."
She relents and leaves the kitchen. You can't really listen in on the conversation, but she sounds friendly enough. It takes her ten minutes to finish the call and she sighs upon returning.
The huge grin on her face doesn't fit the cold look of her eyes.
"He's hooked."
The phone slides over the table. A day in roughly a week from now is marked.
"Another date?"
"Yes, he says he wants to get to know me better."
You look up at $nameGF.
|Choice1>[//Say nothing.// Just eat breakfast.]|NotChoice>[
]|Choice2>["That's ... unexpected."]
(click: ?Choice1)["Are you upset?"
The bread goes well with the cheese you bought.
"Conflicted, rather."
$nameGF tops up both of your mugs.
"About him taking me out on another date?"
"Maybe we should tell him that I know?"
"Would that be more exciting for you?"
"I ... don't know? Your first date was already very exciting and I was just peeping."
You offer her some of the cherry tomatoes. $nameGF holds one to her lips while she speaks.
"We could tell him, but before we do that I can still make him fall harder. Permanently. Completely."
After breakfast is done you both head towards the couch to laze around.
"So what's your plan, $nameGF?"
"I'll think about that after I'm done (link: "with")[(set: $sociopath to ($sociopath +1))(goto: "Route 1 - Checkpoint 2")] you~"
(replace: ?NotChoice)[](replace: ?Choice2)[]
](click: ?Choice2)[
"Why?"
"I always thought he was more of a ... playboy? I guess?"
"Due to his appearance? He just acts tough. He needs validation, needs to feel like he's worth something. I just pushed those buttons and he's already calling me on my day off."
Her phone's display lights up.
"See, now he's sending me texts ..."
$nameGF quickly types a response while muttering under her breath.
"How bothersome, I thought I could have you all to [[myself|Route 1 - Checkpoint 2]] today."
"Well, we can still make that happen."
You take the phone out of her hands. $nameGF smiles and begins to slide up your shirt.
"Turn it off while you're at it."(replace: ?Choice1)[](replace: ?Notchoice)[]]
](else:)[Escape is impossible. A thousand hands hold you down by your limbs, preventing any and all movement. One hand becomes cold. The sun disappears and $nameGF is standing there in its stead.
"How do you feel, $nameYou?"
"... horrible."
"The fever is going down, that's good, the medication must be working. I was so worried about you. Did you have any dreams?"
"Not really ... I can't remember."
"Do you know what day it is?"
"Feels like a Wednesday."
"It's Saturday, $nameYou."
You lean against the wall while $nameGF goes to work on the bed. There's a pleasant coolness around your body, if only for a short moment, before it turns into a shivering kind of cold.
"You've been really sick these last three days."
The blanket flies into the air.
"Go on, back to bed you go."
You slide into the dry bedding. Just as your head touches the pillow $nameGF jumps onto the bed and pins you with the blanket.
"No leaving the bed this time. No entering the atelier."
The atelier? Ah, the picture. It came to you in a dream, a nightmare? All you can remember is an imposing and harrowing beauty.
"But it's you, I wanted to make another picture of you, for you."
"You collapsed right in front of the canvas, you didn't even move anymore. I was so afraid when I heard you fall, when you didn't answer. Just rest."
Her worried face is beautiful in its own way.
(if: $sociopath is >3)["Rest, so I can show you what I am [[going|Turned]] to do to him next."](else:)[](if: $dominatrix is true)["Just rest properly and we can try a~ll those things you were curious about~"
Your heart (link: "skips")[(set: $caughtup to true)(goto: "Up")] a beat. Absolutely incorrigible.](else:)[](if: $swap is true)["Rest up and I'll [[show|Change]] you a~ll those things you were curious about~"](else:)[]]
[[ |Up]]It came to you in a dream. Or was it a nightmare? The pain. The painting.
You leave the bed before it disappears.
Graphite moves over paper. The composition appears as your mind finally connects to your body. It has never been this easy.
"____ __ __ ____ $nameYou?"
The sketch is already spilling over onto the floor, lines entwine with the grain of the flooring. Too much pressure, the graphite stick breaks and scatters its shards. One thoughtless wipe and you have created shadows.
"_____ ___ _________"
A large frame, you need a larger frame to catch the overflow. And more materials. Wood, linen. Better pigments.
"$nameYou?"
$nameGF is standing next to you, bowed down, hand outstretched with concern. Showing compassion for the madman at her feet.
Route-End, for now.
Return to [[Index]]"What?"
The fork slips from your hand and clatters down onto the plate. $nameGF just said something outrageous while you were eating breakfast together. Your sleep schedules finally synced up again.
"P-please repeat yourself?"
$nameGF leans forward.
"I said that I will end his bloodline. $nameBully is an only child, and his parents are above fifty, so I will seduce him and make it so that he can never look at another woman ever again. I will make him my //slave//."
The words are there, but the meaning is too twisted to understand.
"But what about ... us? Do I not belong to you ... and you to me?"
She crawls onto the table, inching closer and closer.
"He is an animal, don't think of him as a human being anymore. If anything he is going to be my //dog//."
Her eyes are devoid of light while she utters these words. You cannot break her gaze until it softens a little bit.
"Oh, $nameYou, you're making that face again. I'm sorry~"
She kisses you gently.
"I won't do it if you don't agree, you know? I won't hurt you. Please believe me. This is just a way to both satisfy this fetish of yours and reach my goal. We can always find another way for him to never bother you again."
"W-what other things did you think about?"
$nameGF straightens herself. The sunlight at her back outlines her curves and makes her hair shine like a halo. You burn the sight into your mind for a new painting.
"Murder. Rape."
//What?!//
"Murder?!"
She puts her index finger to her chin and smiles.
"Of course, I know where he lives, where his parents live, where all his acquaintances live. The contacts and addresses of his uni-mates, his schedule. Everything. Plotting out a murder should be easy."
You look at her with concern. Maybe she hasn't outgrown her phase after all. Murder? $nameGF has done some extreme things, but killing another human being? You shudder at the thought and hold up your hand.
<hr>"Murder is off limits ...
|Choice1>[let's follow your initial plan.`"`]|NotChoice>[
]|Choice2>[just ... rape him?`"`]|NotChoice>[
]|Choice3>[I think I need to think about what you just said.`"`]
(click: ?Choice1)[$nameGF hums as she jumps off the table and pulls out her phone. The ID flashes before your eyes until she starts to talk with a [[smirk|Succubus]].
It's $nameBully.(replace: ?NotChoice)[](replace: ?Choice2)[](replace: ?Choice3)[][]
](click: ?Choice2)[$nameGF hums as she jumps off the table and pulls you into a hug.
"Anything, for [[you|At Home]]. We'll go tonight."(replace: ?Choice1)[](replace: ?Notchoice)[](replace: ?Choice3)[][]
](click: ?Choice3)[$nameGF shrugs and slides back into her chair.
"Take your time, $nameYou. I don't mind [[waiting|Uber-(M)Ich]] for you."(replace: ?NotChoice)[](replace: ?Choice2)[](replace: ?Choice1)[]]
(set: $halo to true)It feels rather strange to follow your own girlfriend on a pretend-date. Actually, is it even playing pretend if one party is unaware of that fact? You pull up the newspaper as $nameGF and $nameBully pass you. She gives you a wink and you follow the pair around the corner.
Besides being dressed up nicely herself, $nameGF has coordinated your outfit as well.
A heavy muffler to keep your neck warm, a battered leather jacket that somehow fits you perfectly with shoulder padding and bulky trousers. And of course, a thick knitted cap. There is no label to be found so you can only assume that she made it herself.
The outfit makes you look bigger than you actually are, which $nameGF said was important if one is to follow people. As such most of your afternoon was spent tailing that unlikely pair. And it turns out, it's //exciting//, no wonder $nameGF enjoyed it so much.
They enter a café. Instead of pursuing them further you go to a bakery across the street and order something hot to drink.
It feels weird. The whole situation should feel wrong. Your girlfriend is having fun, or at least acting like it, with your bully. And you're stalking them through the city. It should make you sick. But instead of a pit in your stomach you have a claw clutching at your heart.
You sip your own drink and catch $nameGF's eyes over the brim of the cup. $nameBully isn't sitting at the table, yet. She gives you a little smile, a small wave. People pass in front of you and your phone plays a tri-tone, a new message.
//Date is going well, are you keeping warm? ``(´꒳`)♡``//
(colour: #3680ec) [Yeah, I'm doing fine. Are you having fun?]
//So-so `d(°∀°)` I think I have him figured out, though//
(colour: #3680ec) [How so?]
//Just the way he talks about things//
(colour: #3680ec) [Has he tried anything?]
//(⇀‸↼‶) yeah, all the time. He keeps stealing glances at my breasts as well.//
(colour: #3680ec) [That's what we're here for, no?]
//I suppose ( ̄︿ ̄) When is// our //next date night, though?//
(colour: #3680ec) [How about we stay at home?]
//You're going to pamper me again? `(⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)`//
(colour: #3680ec) [I'll spoil you rotten.]
You exchange more messages, settling on a day that doesn't interfere with any of her important classes. $nameBully comes back to the table, carrying a tray with food. You fold up the newspaper and leave the bakery. Her last message is still on your mind.
//About the remainder of this date (-_-)・・・ Want me to go all the way?//
<hr>|Choice1>[(colour: #3680ec) [Yeah, have some fun.]]|NotChoice>[
]|Choice2>[(if: $doubt is true)[(colour: #3680ec) [Actually, can we meet up?]]]
(click: ?Choice1)[
You hesitate before sending the message.
It takes a while for her answer to arrive. You sit down in a neighbouring park just as your phone notifies you.
//Fun? (ⓛ ω ⓛ) He'll think I'm an easy girl, how troublesome~ But alright, I'll put on a good show for you (・ω<)//
A group of children is playing around, throwing sticks and chasing each other. On the bench next to you a mother is cradling her newborn.
A couple of streets further $nameBully is having $nameGF all to himself.
The anticipation gnaws at your brain. Complex thoughts give away to one question repeating over and over in your head.
What is $nameGF going to [[do|Skulk]]?(replace: ?NotChoice)[](replace: ?Choice2)[]
](click: ?Choice2)[
Even a kiss would be too much. What were you thinking? Asking of $nameGF to have fun with $nameBully? She detests him. There is a limit to selfishness after all.
//As you wish. Suits me, honestly ( ̄∀ ̄) We're at a good point to end the date anyway//
In the end you (link: "couldn't")[(set: $cowardice to true)(goto: "Skulk")] do it.
(replace: ?Choice1)[](replace: ?Notchoice)[]]
The cold air still clings to your clothing as you march forward into the apartment.
"Welcome back, $nameYou."
$nameGF comes from behind you.
"Did you manage to sort out your thoughts?"
You nod and turn around, she's wearing an apron. How long were you away for?
<hr>|Choice1>[(colour: #3680ec) ["Seduce him, I want to see."]]|NotChoice>[
]|Choice2>[(colour: #3680ec) ["How would you rape him?"]]
(click: ?Choice1)["I'll call him after dinner, then. Come on, get changed, I made moussaka, just like we saw on TV. Here, have a taste ... What? Is something wrong?"
"No, I just thought I would feel different."
$nameGF raises the spatula to her lips, hiding her grin.
"Just (link: "enjoy")[(set: $date1 to true)(goto: "Crawl")] it, I'll give you a good show."
(replace: ?NotChoice)[](replace: ?Choice2)[]
](click: ?Choice2)[$nameGF's face blooms into a twisted grin. She leans forward and taps the spatula to your lips.
"I'll [[show|At Home]] you. After we have dinner."(replace: ?Choice1)[](replace: ?Notchoice)[]]
[[ |Crawl]](if: $cowardice is true)[You sit down in a neighbouring park and close your eyes. There's the laughter of children around you, chasing each other.
Thought you were ready, huh? In the end you backed off, unable to commit. What is $nameGF going to say?
You relax for some time until you can hear steps approaching from behind.
"Having fun, $nameYou?"
$nameGF looks just as she did before. Her clothes are still neat and tidy, her makeup isn't smudged, her hair is still in place. Nothing has changed.
"Even waiting for you is enjoyable."
She giggles and sits down next to you.
"Couldn't wait to see me again?"
"No, following you around all day was way too much."
$nameGF gets closer and snuggles up against your arm.
"What a shame~ I was looking forward to showing off."
//Was she looking forward to having sex with him?//
You suppress that thought. Surely not(link-reveal:".")[..?]
<hr>|Choice1>[(colour: #3680ec) ["I don't think I want to do this after all."]]|NotChoice>[
]|Choice2>[(colour: #3680ec) ["I think I'll just stay at home the next time."]]
(click: ?Choice1)[$nameGF perks up next to you.
"The thought of you being nice to him is unbearable."
Her voice is in your ear, a low whisper.
"You came to your senses before it was too late"
"Yeah ... I guess I just got scared. Let's just ignore him, alright?"
"//I// won't do a thing."
The warmth of her breath carries a terrible promise.
"Promise me you'll not get into trouble."
"Of course, I promise~"
She stands up and takes your hand.
"Come on, let's [[go home|Motive]]."
(replace: ?NotChoice)[](replace: ?Choice2)[]
](click: ?Choice2)[
"And just wait? It wouldn't be the same if you aren't around ..."
$nameGF takes your arm.
"I don't think this is worth continuing if you're not involved. I //want// you around, if we do this."
"But why?"
She blushes a little.
"The face you made when I teased you a little bit too much, it was just so cute. I actually had an orgasm when I saw it. If we do this I want to see more of your face as well. But without you actually there, it just wouldn't be the same."
So instead of her just doing it for you ... you could also do something for her?
"How about you take videos and show them to me? We could watch them together?"
$nameGF furrows her brow and buries her face into your shoulder.
"That ... could work, I think? But are you sure?"
"[[Yes|Commentary #2]]."
(replace: ?Choice1)[](replace: ?Notchoice)[]]](else:)[You left most of the planning to $nameGF since the date was her idea after all. But now? Maybe you should've told her beforehand how far she should go instead of leaving it up to an impromptu decision? Maybe you should be thankful that she asked at all?
The buzzing of your phone grounds you.
//We're headed down into the metro ᕕ(╯°□°)ᕗ Here's the [[address|Window]] of the house.//](if: $date1 is true)[ The train ride takes you from the inner city out towards the residential area. The lit carriage gives way the night and your breath condenses from the cold. You thank $nameGF for her foresight as you pull the muffler around your neck.
The house you arrive at is surrounded by tall, well-kept hedges.](else:)[You should have worn more clothes, is your first thought as you race down the street. Following that a litany of curses run through your mind. You should have waited at the metro station. Or taken a taxi. Now you're most definitely late.
Looming houses, all white, disappear behind your field of view. Everything looks the same.
There!
She left the front gate open.
Wheezing and sweating you read the nameplate. It's the right house.]
<!--Shared Text Passage-->You slip in from the front and move around to the garden. $nameGF told you that $nameBully's room opens to the back with a tall sliding window door, right around the corner of the house, and his bed would be on a diagonal, giving you a front row seat.<!--Shared Text Passage-->
(if: $date1 is true)[Judging from the bright light shining onto the grass they're already inside. You peer around the corner and catch a glimpse of $nameBully's back. He's blocking your view and seems to be holding onto something. Someone, $nameGF. His hands are around her shoulders.
There is a short struggle and she breaks free. $nameBully stumbles backwards, causing $nameGF to notice you. There is a spark in her eyes and she presses her index finger to her lips while saying something, smiling. $nameBully sits down and starts to undress while she leaves the room.
And you wait, hidden behind the corner and counting the stars to try and calm your racing heart.
The light changes, becoming warmer and dimmer. Shadows grow longer over the grass and start to move. After a deep breath you peek around the corner again.
It's déjà vu. $nameGF's makeup is gone and just like in the pictures she's sucking on a dick again. Only this time with a smile around her lips. And she's naked. $nameBully's back is still turned towards you, half leaning against the wall and the window. One arm rests on his forehead, hand clenched. His other hand is placed on $nameGF's head. With every move she makes he shudders in response.
The belt falls away and you expose your hard member to the cold. It should feel cold, at least, but your crotch is one solid mass of heat. Shuffling on your knees you get closer to the glass. Close enough for $nameGF's eyes to focus on you again. She winks and you have to support yourself on the window.
A jolt of panic runs through you but $nameBully shows no signs of having noticed anything.
$nameGF pulls the cock from her mouth and gives it a kiss on the shaft before swallowing it again.
Your own strokes become frenzied. Your eyes start to hurt from the cold. But you cannot blink. You must not. $nameGF closes her eyes and knits her brows. The bobbing of her head stops and $nameBully shakes violently. Once, twice, becoming completely still after the third spasm.
Your movements come to a halt, unable to continue further as your dick jumps in your hand. At the last moment you manage to angle it down into the grass. Your own convulsions run to the tip of your glans, muddling pain with pleasure, leaving behind a murky puddle of semen on the grass.
In front of your eyes $nameGF stands up and grabs a tissue. $nameBully's semen drips into it until most of it has left her mouth. She disposes of it and licks her lips. Her eyes find you kneeling on the lawn, panting for air. Again her index finger moves to her lips. You nod and roll over to get behind the corner.
The stars are still out.
Even lying on your back and taking deep breaths will not make the choking pressure disappear from your chest. What the fuck was //that// blowjob? Unbelievable. You would have to ask $nameGF to do that to you as well.
After somewhat calming down you move towards the window again. The glass is already fogging up from the bottom. Not that high, but you must have missed something. The warm glow has become even fainter, barely lighting up anything. You kneel down to press your head against the glass. ](else:)[Judging from the fogged up glass they must have already begun. You move closer while kneeling to look inside. The light is still on and $nameBully is tied to his bed, head pointing towards the window, completely naked. How did she do //that//? $nameGF is leaning against the doorframe, completely naked as well. Her clothes are folded into a neat pile and lie on the table. You must have attracted her attention. She winks and begins to move.
A blister of pills is revealed. One hits the table, blue. Grabbing it she tries to push it into $nameBully's mouth. He resists and shouts while snapping at her hand. The window is too thick to properly hear him.
Lightning arcs through the air as $nameGF pulls out a taser. All movement ceases for a moment until she moves it in front of him, ever closer to his crotch, nearly touching his flaccid penis. Your own eyes grow wide. This is wrong. So wrong. Your girlfriend is about to rape someone and you are standing outside the window, watching it unfold.
$nameBully relents and lets the pill fall into his mouth, followed by some water. He swallows and sticks out his tongue for inspection. $nameGF hovers over his face and nods. You can watch $nameBully's dick grow taller as the pill takes effect. While she's waiting $nameGF looks around the room and picks up her phone to take some pictures. Mostly angles of $nameBully but also of his furniture and other belongings. As she moves to the window your eyes meet and she winks. She squats down to plant a kiss on the glass, leaving a print of her lipstick. Something is unfamiliar. She is clean-shaven.
Your phone vibrates. Another message. You look down to check it.
//You're late!! (#><) But you made it for the main event (♡°▽°♡)//
You look up just in time to see $nameGF climb onto the bed, balancing herself right above $nameBully's erection. Your pants fall away.
Just as her lower lips meet his tip $nameGF reaches back and hits the switch. The light goes out, leaving you stranded in the blackness of the night. You press your head against the window. You have to watch for as long as possible. Slowly your eyes adapt to the darkness, there is some light left, filtering in from the hallway. ]<!--Shared Text Passage-->And then you see movement. Your breath escapes, fogging up everything in front of your face. Too scared to wipe at it you stand up to your full height, angling yourself away from the window.<!--Shared Text Passage-->
(if: $date1 is true)[She's facing you, again. The sweat on $nameGF's body catches the last of the dull light, outlining her curves. Her hands are on $nameBully's chest, pressing against it for support as she slams down her hips over and over again. Her rhythm is fast, frantic.
As if she was searching for her own pleasure.
A pang of shame hits you. Of course she should be feeling pleasure. It is only fair, right? ](else:)[The faint light reveals $nameGF, outlining the curves of her butt and her back. She is slowly grinding her hips in a circular motion, wholly unfamiliar to you. Has she ever done that with you before?
Following that she begins to bob up and down, impaling herself with shallow strokes which become longer and longer until she stops, jolting in place. Her hands reach for something and her phone screen lights up. Even through the cold light you can see her blush, how her hair sticks to her forehead, wet from sweat, the hardness of her nipples casting shadows. And most of all, her eyes. They are sparkling.
The notification of your own phone nearly doesn't register with you.
//I could get used to this (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)//
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<!--Shared Text Passage-->You can't resist any longer. You have to fully see her. Forehead to glass, eyes wide open and breath held you try to watch for as long as possible. $nameGF catches sight of your struggle and leans back, baring her whole body to you. Showing off the place where she is connected to $nameBully. His hips shoot upward to follow her. She smirks and pulls further and further away from $nameBully until he's forced to arch his back. It nearly slips out just before she drives herself down again.
Her hazy, lustful eyes are the last thing you see just as your breath fails and the window fogs up.<!--Shared Text Passage-->
(if: $date1 is true)[ Robbed of sight you press your ear against the glass.
"Aahn~ Oh yes~"
$nameGF's moaning is faint, but still discernible. And you go at it with both hands. Every move pushing you further into the sweet agony.
"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!"
$nameBully's hissing is desperate, as if he was failing.
"Come on, you talked such big game earlier~"
$nameGF drawls and gasps.
"Ah~ Still got some life left, huh? Come on, give it to me, then! Do it~ Surrender! Give up!"
She spurs him on and $nameBully lets out a guttural moan.
"There we go~"
$nameBully grunts and sighs. Then nothing. You press your ear against the door as hard as you can, until you are afraid of breaking the glass. Steps, you can hear steps and the door to the garden slides open.](else:)[ Robbed of sight you press your ear against the window.
"Oh, God! Please let me cum!"
$nameBully's desperate plea is somewhat muffled by the glass but you can still hear the action going on inside. Every slap reverberates through the window, further sending shivers down your spine.
"Please, it hurts! It hurts! Just untie my dick!"
$nameGF's laughter is high.
"No."
Her verdict is cruel.
"Please! Please! Please! Please! Please!"
"Silence."
You can hear $nameBully sputtering and croaking, as if something is forced down his throat.
"It hurts doesn't it? Get used to it~ This is punishment after all."
"WHY?!"
"I will let you cum ... if you figure it out yourself."
Your knees give out and you slide down the glass. The friction emits a squealing sound but you don't care anymore. You want to see it as well. Witness the terrible beauty $nameGF must be displaying right now.
"What the fu-"
"Focus! Only on me. Tell me what I want to hear."
"FUCK! It's because I tired to blackmail you, right? I'm sorry! Just let me cum! It hurts! So much!"
$nameGF says something that is too low to make it through the glass and is then completely drowned out by $nameBully's wailing. It persists for a long time until it turns to whimpering.
Breathing hard you can hear steps closing in on you. The door to the garden slides open.]
<!--Shared Text Passage-->$nameGF emerges into the night and instantly finds you.<!--Shared Text Passage-->
(if: $date1 is true)[Her naked body is covered in sweat, making her glisten. Droplets run down her curves into rivulets towards her crotch and down her legs. //She shaved.// A filled condom lands at her feet and she gets closer to you, both of her hands reaching for your dick. Her fingers are hot.
"Did you enjoy the show?"
Her gentle touch becomes firmer. She peels you back and encircles the base of your tip while her other hand moves under your crotch. The warmth seeps into your body, leaving you unable to speak.
"How many times have you cum so far?"
You hold up one finger.
"So you still got some left for me~ Go on, before he wakes up."
Her tongue traces your jaw.
"No need to hold back~"
$nameGF licks around your ear.
"Do it whenever~"
Your hands grab onto her for support. $nameGF continues to whisper to you as you empty yourself into her grasp.
Exhausted you sink to the grass. She raises her stained hand to let your semen drip down onto her waiting tongue. After it's mostly clean again she points to her belly.
"Look, you've marked me."
She scoops up the last strays with a smile and licks her fingers clean.
"Finally that taste has left my mouth. I'll get dressed and call a [[taxi|Bath, Again]]."]
(else:)[Two steps is all it takes for her to stand in front of you. She is dressed again and the makeup is gone. The only evidence left is her somewhat dishevelled hair along with the hazy veil over her eyes. And the filled condom that flies onto the lawn.
"I already called the taxi, but are you ok? Are you cold? Did you cum, yet?"
The sudden concern in her voice is jarring right after listening to her through the window. You can still hear $nameBully's moans of pain coming from inside the house. Despite that your member stands erect, twitching at $nameGF's questions.
She notices and grins. Her foot comes closer to your dick, the tip of her low-heel poking against the shaft.
"I guess that's a no, since you came too late~ Want me to help you?"
"Y-yes."
$nameGF drops to her knees with a smile and swallows your penis. Her mouth is scalding hot and you nearly melt away instantly. Your tip is nestled into her cheek and rubs against her gums and teeth. There is pain, but no discomfort. Watching your reactions $nameGF smiles and pokes her stuffed cheek with a finger, slowly drawing a circle.
You fall back onto the grass and cover your eyes. Your hips shake, trying to push further into her mouth.
"Hand."
You reach out for her and your fingers interlace. The warmth further spreads until you cannot discern between your bodies anymore. With a squeeze of her hand you finally dissolve.
The noise of loud swallowing and slurping reaches you but it's hard to hold on to your consciousness. Before you slip away $nameGF is on top of your chest, holding your face in her hands.
"Yes, show me more of this face~"
She whispers and gets even closer.
"I'd love to devour you right here and now, but the taxi is arriving soon. But once we're [[back|Bath, Again]] home..."](if: $date1 is true)[$nameGF is on you the moment you step into the bedroom.
"No foreplay today, $nameYou."
She commands but you can't help yourself. The spot she likes to be kissed at right above the navel, a small peck on the neck-
"Do! As I say."
$nameGF pulls you up to give you a stern look. No point in being cute tonight, it seems. You turn her around and she arches her back while pressing herself against you. Supporting yourself against the bed you plunge inside.](if: $rapist is true)[You don't even manage to get out of the bathroom before $nameGF is on you. While drying each other off she throws down a towel and gently guides you onto it.
"On the tiles?"
"Can't wait anymore, hands."
She ties her used panties around your wrists before pushing your arms out of the way.
"Won't they get ruined like this?"
"I would've thrown them away anyway. Comfortable?"
As comfortable as one can be on the floor. You nod. $nameGF looks onto you with a dangerous smile.
"Then let me tell you how I got into his house~"
She seats herself on your hips. Your hardening erection pressing against her entrance.
"I came in through the front. He even opened the door to greet me after I sent him a message. It was so easy to get in. And once he turned his back on me~ They make powerful tasers nowadays, one pulse was all it took for him to fall to the floor."
Satisfied with how hard your dick has gotten she inserts it herself.]<!--Shared text passage--> The warmth you enjoyed in the bath is nothing against the boiling heat you're subjected to now.<!--Shared text passage-->
(if: $date1 is true)[There is no time to enjoy it for too long, though. $nameGF starts moving by herself and you try to match her rhythm. Fast and shallow. You shift your arms so you can use one hand to stimulate her from the front as well. Her legs give out nearly immediately and she drops to the bed, moaning and twitching.
"... from the front now ..."
$nameGF's voice is muffled by the pillow. With some slight exertion you turn her around. Doing it from behind while only supporting yourself with one arm does take a toll on the lower back. No rest for the wicked, though, her legs wrap around you and pull you closer.
"$nameYou, make a mess of me today~ Hit all the spots that no one else knows of ~"
//Yet.//
You push forward, making more and more of her give away. Her nails are on your back, dragging across the skin.
//Yet.//
If this goes on, will $nameBully see her like this as well? The way she breathes? The tremors running through her body? Inhale her sweet scent?
"Eyes on me, $nameYou~"
$nameGF moans. Her arms draw you in for a kiss.
"No zoning off, focus on me."
You redouble your efforts. Her legs relax, allowing for longer, more forceful strokes. With some gentle pressure on her lower belly she starts shaking again, tightening rhythmically around you.
"Ha~h, I'm getting close."
"Inside, ah~n, do it inside."
Your whispered conversation is drowned out by more moaning and gasping. Her legs close around your body while her arms draw you in, keeping you close as you shiver and jerk.
"My ... you're still twitching."
Unable to speak, you can only nod and rub your head against her chest. Her hands move through your hair until you finally go limp. Listening to her steady heart beat nearly puts you to sleep. A persistent voice prevents you from fully drifting off, though.
//Clean up. Then sleep.// And you forgot to spread out a blanket beforehand.
You manage to slide out from her embrace and go towards the bathroom.
"Just grab a big towel, it's fine."
$nameGF's voice lures you back to the bedroom. You wipe her down before spreading out the towel over the stained sheets. The day must have really drained her, she's already [[asleep|Caught]].](if: $rapist is true)["I dragged him to his bed and tied him up. But since you weren't there yet I had time to explore his parents' house. I took lots of pictures as well, good material."
"Material - ah - for what?"
$nameGF movements are slow and methodical, dragging you around her insides at a snail's pace.
"Blackmail, of course. A total social death if he dares to come close to you again. He doesn't actually have a lot of friends in uni, you know? Trouble fitting in because he spent three years just being a bum."(if: $sociopath is >2)[
Her movements stop and $nameGF looks down on you, most of her gaze hidden behind long lashes.
"You squirm just like him ..."]
The motion changes. Instead of long strokes you are engulfed up to the hilt and her hips begin to roll around.
"Oh, you really like this angle~"
Her hips push forward, pressing your tip hard against her walls.(if: $swap is true)[
"I did this to him, too, but your reaction is so much better~"
She rocks back and forth, applying more and more pressure each time.]
"You came just at the right time, though, I was about to lose my patience. That pill worked way too well. It felt like I was impaling myself on a sword."
You open your mouth to speak but her hand shoots forward, three fingers pressing down on your tongue.
"Oh no, $nameYou~ I'm talking right now."
A hot blush creeps up your face. This kind of play might not be too bad. Your lips close around her fingers and you slide your tongue around them, making sure to lick as much of her skin as you can.
$nameGF's expression changes, becoming less composed, almost captivated.
"You listen so well~"
Her fingers withdraw from your mouth to caress your cheek.
"A reward is in order."
The movement of her hips changes again and you're ground into the floor. Every twist of her pelvis further turns you into mush until you have to clench your teeth to hold on. Her hands play over your taut muscles as she leans close.
"Are you close? Are you holding back for me? Oh~ that's so cute~ Ok, you can do it now, cum for me. Cum~ cum~ cum~"
One last turn of her hips sets you off. The gyrations don't stop, however. Pleasure keeps assaulting you from all directions until your vision nearly turns to white. Cloth rips and your arms are free again. You finally grab hold of $nameGF and manage to halt her movements until you're spent.
"... mercy, mercy ..."
$nameGF giggles at your moans but she relents nonetheless.
"[[Granted|Caught]]."
She plucks the rest of her ripped panties from your wrists and guides you towards the bedroom.]
(set: $demon to true)The video starts. $nameBully is tied to a chair, naked. One source of light shines onto him from the front, the rest of the room is dark. His eyes dart around and he turns his head a lot. $nameGF peels out from the shadows. She's also naked, albeit wearing a transparent raincoat.
"Hey, $nameYou."
$nameGF whispers in the video. You look behind yourself. No one there.
"Mistress, what do you mean, $nameYou?!"
"Why, I'm doing this for him, of course?"
$nameBully's face drops.
"But what about us? You tore my foreskin! I had to get a circumcision because of you!"
$nameGF's laughter is manic, mocking even.
"Stop thinking with your dick for one second. It's defective now, anyway. And I can't deliver damaged merchandise to $nameYou now, can I?"
$nameGF moves towards the camera and picks up something. A knife flashes on screen. It's the kitchen knife you bought her two years ago.
"You were used for the enjoyment of others, too bad isn't it? And now you have outlived your usefulness."
$nameGF swings the blade through the air.
"I can understand how you feel, you have used me like this before after all. However, this is about $nameYou. I warned you before, didn't I? That you would know the consequences of your actions."
$nameBully screams and shouts while throwing his body against the restraints. All to no avail.
"I thought about mirroring every injury you inflicted upon $nameYou. I know all of his scars. Every cut, every burn. Every fracture he suffered from your torture. Every tear shed cursing your name. Every bruise that ever marred his body."
The tip of the knife breaks through skin and one small bead of blood is drawn out.
"Eight years ago, August fifth, classroom one-five-five at dusk. You stayed behind because $nameYou was finishing a painting and ambushed him on the way out. You had a box cutter and intimidated him until he ran off to do your bidding. What did he steal for you again? Oh yes, it was cigarettes."
A wound opens up across $nameBully's knuckles. The blood shines on his pale skin.
"I thought about cutting off your manhood and stuffing it down your throat as well. But that would be too boring. Fitting for your greed, but too boring. As would've been just cutting open your neck. So in the end I decided on this."
The knife disappears.
"It would've been too messy to use $nameYou's gift anyway. The blade could've gotten damaged. I just wanted a part of him to be around for this."
Instead she raises a metal bat into the picture.
"I really wished I could've done it with my hands alone, but I'm too weak to beat you to death and just strangling you would've been too boring as well, and too romantic. Breathing your last in my arms? No way."
Metal flashes in the light and blood sprays. $nameBully's echoing roars distort the audio further. $nameGF keeps striking at all of his exposed spots, leaving nasty bruises and ripping open his skin. With one last swing $nameBully's head snaps back and sickening gurgling fills out the last of the video. Wearing a sweet smile on her blood-splattered face $nameGF makes a peace-sign towards the camera.
She holds the pose for a couple of seconds until she relaxes.
"Finally, now that this has been [[dealt with|Verdict]]."
(set: $watched to ($watched +2))