Teachers and 18yo senior women abducted for sex games on remote island replica of their schooI. 'choose your own adventure'. READ DISCLAIMERS
Here are two short examples of the possible 13 Endings
DON'T START AT THIS CHAPTER
How to read S.O.L. Games (pronounced ‘soul’) :
Start with the Prologue and one or more Level 1 chapters in any order. (Jump Ropes, Floor is Lava, Pet Teachers)
Then read one or more Level 2 chapters in any order. (Web Design, Teacher Taut, Chemistry, Tug of War)
Then read one or more Level 3 chapters in any order. (Hide & Seek, Pencil Sharpener, Anatomy, Dodgeball)
Then read one or more Level 4 chapters in any order. (What's the Time, Mr. Wolf, Stations of the Cross, LockHer, Four Square)
Then read one or more Level 5 chapters in any order. (Musical Chairs, Wedgies & Wet Willies, Hopscotch, Holey Books)
Then read one or more Level 6 chapters in any order. (The Hall Minotaur, Detention Dilemma, Swirlies, Women’s Studies)
Then choose your ending.
Link to all my stories and more chapters to this story is in my profile.
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DISCLAIMERS
In this series, I write from the perspective of the VILLAIN. That means I don't agree with his choices, and you're not supposed to either. We're all acknowledging he is evil and wrong. Obviously nothing he does should ever be done in real life! Please be mature adults and separate fantasy from reality. This SHOULD evoke visceral, icky feelings. That's the POINT. This is HORROR.
This is more PORN than PLOT.
All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to events, locales, or persons living or dead is purely coincidental.
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(Here is one of the 13 possible Endings. Link to more is in my profile.)
Ending 12 - Limbo
It was all a dream. Thank God, it was all just a fucking dream. I wake up in a hospital I’ve never seen before. My mind is groggy, but my bed feels comfortable and nothing hurts. Everything just seems… fine. Back to normal. Whatever happened is over, and I’m slowly waking up as my old self again.
I try to make sense of the world, to shake myself from the confusion of sleep. I can still hear the echoes of voices from my dreams. Distant, hushed whispers. Ghostly voices from all around, the exact words hard to make out. Something about a “diagnosis”… “He’s hallucinating again”… “Talking in his sleep”… The voices disintegrate as my consciousness is gradually able to cling to my surroundings in the hospital room.
I glance to my right, blinking from the bright light shining through the open window next to my bed. Squawking seagulls flying by. The smell of ocean breeze in the air. Wait, ocean?
To my left, I see movement out of the corner of my eye. I hear a voice, a woman’s voice. A nurse busies herself about the room, her movements routine and practiced. She says something to me. No, not to me -- she’s just talking to someone else passing by the room. But her voice is familiar.
And then I glimpse her face. Gently tanned, maybe Hispanic. High cheek bones and striking cat-like features. Lips like velvet. Black eyeliner tapering to winged tips. Vibrant green eyes. I know this girl. She was in my dreams. A classmate, or so I thought.
Another familiar voice catches my attention. A crackly muffled voice ringing throughout the entire hospital. It’s just some automated intercom pager. Announcing something.
I try to move but can’t. I’m stuck lying lifeless in my hospital bed, while faint images of the dreams I just woke from still linger in my mind. Instead of fading as I slowly reenter the waking world, the images persist. As if seared into my retinas. I still see squirming flesh. Naked schooIgirls with wet glistening bodies. Blindfolded faces contorted into tortured screams. Ropes and leather bindings on writhing limbs.
I blink, trying to focus on what’s real. When I look at the cute nurse moving around the room, she doesn’t react to me in any way. She just goes about her business. Why won’t she look at me, talk to me? Doesn’t she see I woke up? I did wake up, right? I try to speak to her, to move, and nothing happens. Fuck, it’s like… am I in some sort of coma?!
I can’t resist the wicked imagery that comes to my mind. I imagine the nurse naked. I can practically feel myself peeling those blue scrubs off her body. Her tall thin elegance on full display. Underwear ripped off by my violent hands, sniffed and then shoved in her mouth. Strapping her down to a hospital bed as she thrashes and screams. I climb atop her and start enjoying myself.
Christ, why am I envisioning this? And why is it so vivid? It’s like… I already know exactly what her brown little nipples look like. What she smells like -- that girly perfume. I can taste the sourness of her pussy on my tongue.
I try to pull myself back to reality, back to my hospital bed. But I feel something. Something pleasant. Very pleasant. Morning wood? My breathing grows heavier. I hear the rustling of sheets, my bed creaking slightly. Sticky wet sounds. The smacking of lips. Gulping, gagging. I look down and see movement. A shape bobbing up and down beneath my sheets, right at my groin! I pull back the sheet and see a beautiful face looking up at me cheerfully. My cock buried in her mouth. Slurping lips running up and down my shaft. Piercing eyes looking into mine, seductive glee in their gaze. Who is this? One of the nurses? A girl from my schooI? Several names swim to the surface of my foggy mind, but I can’t quite grasp any of them.
No- no this isn’t real! It can’t be. I didn’t truly wake from my dream. No, not dream, nightmare. I look down again, and the face at my crotch is gone. Instead my wrists are bound by straps! My whole body pinned to the bed by painfully tight bindings. This is no hospital. It’s a prison!
The voices return, chattering endlessly in my ears. My mind runs wild. Am I even alive anymore? Is this some sort of afterlife? Purgatory? Hell? These dark thoughts seem to assault my mind with such clarity. And I can’t help but think there’s truth to these worries. In the back of my mind, I know something terrible happened to me. As if I’m haunted. My soul possessed. And I fear I may never wake.
Somehow I know this is only the beginning. I’m just some small part of a larger story. One that has yet to be told. I’ve crossed over into something else entirely. And then the warm hand of sleep takes hold of me again. And I slip into dreaming of a tropical paradise I can only hope is real.
Game Over.
(This ending leaves the door open for a crossover with a future series by SKOLL.
Return to the Begin Game chapter to start again. Read different chapters to get different endings.)
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(If at any point you don’t want to continue reading or don’t like this series, you get Ending 0 - Dropout. Link to more is in my profile.)
Ending 0 - Dropout
This is fucking awful! What is this reprehensible place?! I refuse to play. They can’t make me participate in these sick crimes.
I press the power button on my remote to turn off the TV. And all the lights in my hotel room go black with it. Shutters close on my beach-side window, and I suddenly sit in pitch darkness.
The Announcer’s voice rings out all around me, “You have opted to leave the island. You will now be returned home safely. Please be patient while arrangements are made. Thank you.” She sounds… disappointed. Almost sad.
I stagger blindly to the door. Locked. I’m stuck in here! I bang on the door, “Hey! Is anyone there? Let me out!” But everything is silent.
I pace the blackened room for several minutes until I stub my toe. Then I sit on the bed, growing nervous.
Nearly two hours later, the door finally bursts open. It’s too dark to see the people entering the room. I shout, but they restrain me roughly. A blindfold is tied tight over my eyes, and I’m shuffled out of the room. Half carried, half stumbling, they take me outside. Sand under my feet. Hot sun. Minutes of getting dragged and pushed along.
Then I hear an engine. A loud whining jet engine. An airplane? This is it -- they’re taking me home.
But what fate have I abandoned the girls to? All those teachers and classmates from my schooI are still held captive in the gymnasium. Some other male will surely just take my place. Have I just damned their souls to an even worse hell than they could’ve had with me in control?
Game Over.
(Return to the Begin Game chapter to start again. Read different chapters to get different endings.
See the link in my profiIe for more chapters and all my other stories.
I’d love to know what Endings people got, or at least which was their preferred one. So feel free to reach out in comments, email, or DM me! )